Trick.
Or. [2130 words. Katsuki Bakugou
Treat.
I forgot to upload anything so take my prized possession (five months later)
While Amai was rather calm about the whole ordeal, Katsuki was freaking out. He rubbed his palms up and down his face, his leg bouncing against the carpeted floors, his face slightly reddened as their teacher peered at them over the looming size of his office desk.
“Surely you kids are aware I don’t care what you do and with whom, but on campus I expect my students to keep their hands to themselves and not traumatize the janitorial staff.” Mr. Aizawa massaged the bridge of his nose for the umpteenth time since this lecture and Amai uttered a small quiet repetition of ‘yes sir.’ And ‘we’re sorry, sir’ whilst Katsuki sunk deeper behind the drawl of his uniform blazer. The poor boy couldn’t even keep eye contact with Mr. Aizawa. And he was angry. Of course he was angry after telling Amai seven times that they should not have been in the damn storage closet to begin with. But no. The damned woman never listened to him. Why would she? “You know I’ll have to call your parents, right?”
“Yes, sir—“
“What?! No. No, absolutely not.” Katsuki sprung into a sitting position from his terribly earned posture and governed a glance between his girlfriend and his teacher.
“Excuse me?” Aizawa reached around Katsuki’s throat with those hauntingly freaky eyes of his. His breath catches in his throat and he starts sinking back down the chair but Aizawa sighs. “I will keep it off your student-records if both go through a trial of disciplinary procedures of my choosing. Starting with - “ Katsuki held his breath. “Taking Eri Trick or Treating.” He slumped.
The kid. Kids. He’d planned to spend this Halloween in a haunted house with Kirishima, Amai, Kaminari, Ashido, and Sero. Not babysitting. Kids. Was one permanent, career-altering dent in his record really worth it? His record was otherwise squeaky clean with one suspension and one detention over the past ten years of his academic career. His record could take the hit—
“Easy-peasy!” Amai waved her hand and laughed. “No problem! We can handle that. Right, Katsuki?” And he was going to say no but then she turned those gorgeous green eyes to him and he was flobberknocked. “Right?”
“Yep. Easy-goddamn-peasy.”
And he slumped back into the chair.
Trick ———or———Treat
The streets are haunted with decorations. Scarecrows, ghosts and goblins, graves, spiderwebs. Children step in line down the street in costumes more pathetic than they were scary. Zombies, monsters, princesses, astronauts, and heroes. All moved swiftly to fill their buckets with candy. “Trick or Treat!” They all squealed in harmony. Katsuki wanted to be doing literally anything else. Anywhere else. His shoulders were slumped backwards, his carmine eyes darting over every square inch of the neighborhood like one of the ghost decorations might come to life and smite him. He actually hoped for it as a little girl tugged on his hand.
“Bakugou, can I go to this house?” Little Eri pointed her finger towards one of the looming buildings with webs and graves decking their yard. The little girl was dressed in a Lemillion costume. A rather adorable thing in a rather horrifying neighborhood. Still he huffed, slouched, and nodded. The girl released his hand and galloped up the steps. The door opened after a few knocks and “Merry Christmas!” Is what she screamed before stammering and correcting herself. “I mean- Trick or Treat.” Another hand grabbed Katsuki’s.
“Are you having fun? I’m having fun.” Amai grinned, dressed rather skimpishly for a trick or treating event. Then again, when the two of them planned their costumes they expected to be in a haunted house with other teenagers and adults. Not around seven-year-olds. She was wearing a black cropped tank-top, fishnet tights, a black and gray plaid skirt, and a kitty collar. A cat. She was dressed as a cat. Furry black ears on her head, and a tail hanging from her skirt. Katsuki took a moment to reach over and thumb at her smudging eyeliner with a scowl. She grinned. “I think we look adorable.”
“You look adorable, I look scary.” Katsuki flashed a crooked sneer through the silver, cage muzzle on his face. He was dressed as a werewolf. Plaid button-down torn and splattered in red paint. SFX claw marks over his open chest. They had planned their costumes almost perfectly. A waste they were instead using them for this.
“Look how much candy I got!”
The girl jumped down the steps, waving her nearly full basket around in the air. Katsuki slouched and Amai smiled while taking the girl’s hand.
“Oh, yeah? Which one is your favorite?”
“I dunno. I’ve never eaten any of these before.”
“I guess you’ll just have to try them all.”
The two girls scampered a few feet ahead of Katsuki. His eyes lingered on Amai’s swaying tail and cheerful posture longer than he oughta before he finally began moving his feet. Amai held onto the little girl as she skipped with a smile - a hardly earned smile, after the years of torture and torment the kid had suffered through. Had Katsuki not hated kids as much as he did, he might’ve softened at the way they walked hand in hand. He did not. Okay, maybe slightly.
“Katsuki, her basket is filling up pretty quickly. If we hurry up, we might be able to make it to the haunted house!” Amai called over her shoulder.
“It starts in an hour. We’ll never make it in time.” He slouched, hands thrown in his pockets.”
“What’s a haunted house?”
Amai squeezed the girl's hand a little tighter, her freckles and dimples wrinkling as she smiled at her. “It’s an entertainment event where you walk through a house that scares you a whole bunch. People do it to prove that they are brave, or because they’re adrenaline junkies.”
“Like people who go skydiving?” Eri poked her lips out.
“Exactly!”
“Can I come with you guys?”
“Oh, uhm-“ Amai glanced back at Katsuki who frantically shook his head in return. It was one thing keeping track of a kid walking block to block. But in a dark, crowded house where they’re attention would be scrambled? They already had to to deal with the humiliation of Mr. Aizawa knowing about their storage room incident, Katsuki would be damned if they lost his little orphan kid in some bloody, loud house. Amai seemed to read him well enough because she shook her head at the girl. “There isn’t going to be anyone your age there. I don’t think you’d have any fun.”
“Will Deku be there?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Awe.” The little girl pouted.
The Japan neighborhood was lit from door to door in lanterns in little kids squealing at moving decorations. The wind ruffled the furry ears on top of Katsuki’s head, blew his unbuttoned shirt against his chest and his fake, sharp teeth poked out as he sneered at the chilly breeze. “Can we go home?”
“Let her go to one more house, then we will turn back around.” Amai said, crouching down to whisper something in Eri’s ear. The little girl giggled and flew towards the next closest house. Her little feet pounded up the steps and she lifted her basket, muttering another incorrect slogan before catching herself. Katsuki huddled against Amai, his arm resting on her shoulders as it would the armrest of a chair. He nearly shuddered when her head rolled down to rest on his shoulder.
“You should’a put on something warmer. It’s getting colder out, and with those thin tights you’re gonna catch a cold.” He hummed.
“Says you. Letting the whole world see your abs.” The girl teasingly tugged him forward by his collar and tugged his open flannel closed. He flashed his plastic canines at her through his muzzle and she smiled. “Like- we get it, Katsuki. You’re hot. Put it away.”
“Don’t mess with me.”
“Don’t mess with me.” The stupid, stupid woman chomped her teeth at him and all he did was roll his eyes.
“Okay!” Eri came holding her basket up to Amai. “We can go now!”
Trick ———or———Treat
(Bonus)
The scene was crowded. People walking in and out of the haunted house, handing tickets to men and women in booths and clutching their courage to their chests with desperation. Even from the outside, you could hear the screeching and wailing of victims experiencing the vast jump scares and panic that lurked the walls of the haunted manor. When the squad of six exited the doors, it was clear who was affected.
Kaminari and Ashido were clutching onto each other. Their legs buckled and shook. Sero was swiping through his landscape of photos and videos, laughing at Katsuki specifically, who had exploded a robotic zombie arm that had grabbed his shoulder during their tour. Kirishima was smiling at his group of friends, seemingly the only one who left the place unscathed. Amai, well, she was peering over Sero’s shoulder and laughing at the edited rerun of Katsuki destroying manor property.
“Dude!” Hanta laughed, holding the phone up in Katsuki’s face simply to tease the man. He smacked his arm away, hand slapping against his wrist and nearly sending the phone flying. “I hope you know they’re gonna bill you for that.”
“Whatever.” Katsuki grumbled, scratching harshly at the scar on his cheek.
“How heroic of you. Saving the place from such a horrible fate.” Amai giggled.
The man pulled the iron muzzle off of his face and sneered at the woman with the scariest, meanest sneer he could muster. It didn’t matter. They’d been dating for a year and a half. She didn’t even budge when his teeth ground in her direction. He tried anyway. “Keep testing me, I’ll send your ass back in there alone.”
“Keep testing me and I’ll keep my clothes on tonight.”
Kaminari and Sero opened their mouths in a simultaneous ‘oooooo-‘ which left Katsuki’s face reddening and his hand snatching Amai by her shoulder. “Shut it, you rain-faced imbecile!” He shook her. A gesture meant to bring some sense into her pea sized brain, but instead, it sent her into a fit of giggles and protests. Ashido tried to pry his hands off of her, and Kirishima was tugging him by his shoulders. His grip was far too firm. “Idiot! Have you not humiliated me enough for one day?”
“Come on!” Amai tried to pry his hands off of her tank top, her newly curly hair shuttering against the midnight breeze. They were shaped like the clouds the girl could manufacture. Curly, soft, and dissipating like vapor. The more time went on, the more her hair seemed to resemble the foggy sky. “You’re gonna stretch my shirt out, Kat. Quit it.”
He let her go, not before elbowing Kirishima off of him.
“You two lovebirds always go and kill the mood. We get it! You guys are cute!” Ashido pouted with that child-like pitch in her tone, flapping her arms in her corpse-bride dress. Sero, dressed politely as Victor put his arm over Mina’s shoulder. “Don’t have to make the rest of us feel so single.”
“I agree. You guys make me sick.” Kaminari frowned in his Pikachu onesie. God, he looked like an idiot.
“We are not cute. And if it bothers you, look the other damn direction.” Katsuki sneered and the action made Kirishima lift the decorative muffle from around his nose and back over his nose and mouth. He again elbowed the man. Together, the close group of six started walking. Amai strung her arm around Katsuki’s elbow, and while he still wasn’t so comfortable with such PDA, he made no real effort to tug away from her. The two of them led the chattering friend group down the sidewalk, they walked together in a line of pairs. Amai and Katsuki, Ashido and Sero, Kirishima and Kaminari. Katsuki tossed a glance backwards. “Elbows, you better delete that video.”
“Love you, man.” He snorted. “But, it's never gonna happen.”
“Ass-wipe.” Katsuki sneered.
“Doggie.”
A remark that, had Katsuki not been so exhausted, he would have swiped him for. Instead, he breathed and hastened his stride forcing Amai to do the same. Her eyes were on the bright blue of her screen, her mouth twitching at her friend’s banter and Katsuki found himself glancing her over for the umpteenth time that day. He lowered his voice, a whisper meant only for her ears. “Happy Halloween.”
And as he said that, Amai pulled his arm up and around her shoulder. Something in his head spun, making his vision a little foggy and his steps a little crooked. She cuddled underneath his arm, using his sleeve as a scarf. Damnit. A smile drifted over her lips.
“Happy Halloween.”