🎇 — Halloween.
RELATIONSHIP: Chigasaki Itaru x Reader
SUMMARY: You and Itaru discuss couples costumes for Halloween, but it seems like he has other things on his mind.
A/N: Day 6 of the Momijigari event! Happy Halloween!
Of all people, it should have been easy to convince Taruchi to do some cosplay for Halloween. The otaku gamer turned actor. Yet, for whatever reason, he was keen to fight against the idea.
“How about Lancelot and Gawain?”
“We already did that years ago, Itaru!”
“Enough years for it to be alright to do it again.”
(Name) huffed and crossed their arms. Itaru did the small kindness of pausing his game to be present in the conversation, but he didn’t seem too interested in the topic at all. He was lowkey about his interests, careful not to compromise his worksona. But he was also an actor who dressed in costume on the regular, on and off stage. (Name) didn’t understand why they had to beg him to put any thought into Halloween costumes.
Itaru raised his finger as if struck by an incredible idea. “Hey, if you want something fresh— Lancelot and Gwen?”
“... Are you fucking with me?”
The sharpness of (Name)’s voice caught Itaru’s full attention. He hooked his finger onto (Name)’s belt loop and pulled them close enough to press his cheek against their stomach. (Name)’s arms were limp at their side as Itaru tried his best at an apologetic hug. “Okay, okay, sorry. I was being a dick.”
(Name) didn’t move to reciprocate, even as Itaru squeezed them with all his might. “You are,” they scoffed. “... If you don’t want to do a couples costume, just tell me.”
Itaru pressed a kiss to (Name)’s stomach before leaning his head back to look up at them. “I wanna do a couples costume. Its romantic.”
“Then act like it? Are you gamer raging, or something?” Their stubborn resolve wavered as Itaru’s hand slipped beneath the hem of their shirt so his fingers could delicately trace up their spine.
“I wish it were that simple. My coworkers want to go drinking on Halloween, and all the children aren’t young enough anymore for me to say I’m taking them trick-or-treating.”
The children, (Name) reasoned, were the likes of Muku, Yuki, Kumon, and Azami. Maybe Sakuya and Taichi for how young they looked. None of whom have ever been taken trick-or-treating by Itaru.
(Name) blinked. “That’s how you’ve avoided going drinking with them on Halloween?”
“It was genius, I know,” Itaru lamented, although (Name) said nothing of the sort. “I got to avoid hanging out with them and I got to look charitable.”
“That was a stupid plan.”
Fingers poked at (Name)’s sides. “I can always count on you to say sweet-nothings.”
That finally got a laugh from (Name), and Itaru hummed in content as (Name)’s hands cradled his head, ruffling his hair. Itaru was paradoxical in the sense that he cared about looking cool as much as he didn’t care about being lame. He had no qualms about avoiding hanging out with his coworkers for literal years, but god forbid he be honest about it. No, he had to make up a fantastical tale about taking his young, fellow actors trick-or-treating.
“Just tell them you already have plans with me. You know, your partner? Someone who isn’t gonna get pissed at you for exploiting their youth for your personal benefit?” If Yuki or Azami knew that was Itaru’s go-to excuse, he would never hear the end of it.
Itaru’s eyes sparkled with love and admiration. “This is why you’re my player two.”
(Name) cringed at the phrasing, but that was their boyfriend, the guy they loved— and the guy they were begging to do couples cosplay for Halloween, so they weren’t much better than him.
“Yeah, whatever,” (Name) huffed. “But, I won’t let you use that excuse until we decide on the costumes!”
Suddenly, Itaru was locked in.
“Cloud and Sephiroth?” He suggested, then added, “I’d be Sephiroth.”
“You are clearly Cloud.” (Name) shook their head. “I was thinking Eren and Mikasa.”
Itaru tugged (Name) down, rearranging their positions until (Name) was sitting on his lap. He perched his chin upon their shoulder. “We’d be dressed exactly the same.”
“Not their season four designs! Besides, Mikasa has a scarf!”
He wasn’t convinced. Itaru closed his eyes and pondered hard about their options— and the fact that he was absolutely worthy of dressing as Sephiroth despite what (Name) argued —and the perfect thought occurred to him.
Itaru straightened his posture. “Mark S. and Helly R..”
That was a far cry from his awful ideas at the start of their conversation. (Name) grinned, “of course a woeful salaryman would want to dress up as a severed worker.”
They wrapped their arms around his shoulders rather than shoot down his idea. Itaru squeezed their hip and leaned forward. “Maybe I just want to see you dressed up like an office worker, too.”
(Name) raised a brow. “Don’t be weird about it.”
But (Name) kissed Itaru anyway, proving the point that they really were no better than him.
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