It was a crisp autumn night at Jujutsu High, the moon casting a silver glow over the garden in the dorm area. The three of you had just returned from a grueling mission, taking down a surge of curses that Halloween always seemed to bring. Exhausted, you and Suguru sat on a bench, while Satoru sprawled out on the grass, rolling around and animatedly recounting the events of the night.

"Did you see the look on that curse's face when I hit it with Blue? Priceless!" Satoru laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You smiled wearily, glancing over at Suguru. He looked more tired than usual, his dark eyes heavy with fatigue. Halloween was the worst for him, a time when curses multiplied and his cursed technique—devouring them all—was put to the ultimate test.

"It's always Halloween, isn't it?" you muttered, half to yourself. "The one night where everything goes crazy."

Suguru nodded silently, lighting a match. The acrid scent of sulfur mingled with the cool night air as he brought the match to his lips, lighting a cigarette. The first drag seemed to ease some of the tension in his shoulders.

You and Satoru exchanged a glance, understanding immediately. The taste of curses must have been awful, lingering in Suguru's mouth even now. Satoru stopped his rolling and sat up, his usual cheerfulness dimming as he watched Suguru.

Suguru noticed your concerned looks and chuckled softly, exhaling a plume of smoke. "Sorry for ruining the fresh night breeze, guys."