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It was hard to ignore the fact that fall had arrived. One could not walk down the street without spotting an array of fake skeletons, a line of glowing pumpkins, a multitude of props or a gallon of candy. Ghosts haunted the streets while vampires prowled and werewolves scowled. It was an imaginative time, one that assured Halloween was not forgotten. The costumes only guaranteed that.
“Who gives a shit about Halloween costumes?” Bakugou spat as he stood in the costume aisle, shopping for costumes. How did he get here you may wonder? The answer was simple: Kirishima.
“Hey, Halloween costumes are cool! Check this out.” Kirishima plucked a bloody hockey mask off the wall and put it on. “See! I’m a murderer now!”
“You shouldn’t say that so fucking loud or people will think you are.”
Kirishima’s mind faded back, remembering all the times Bakugou threatened to kill someone – “DIE DIE DIE!!!” He refrained from making any smart remarks.
“Alright alright fine, I won’t be a murderer for Halloween.” Kirishima put the mask back before continuing his search. “Let’s see what else we can find.” There was a section for makeup and fake blood followed by teeth and claws. Then came the rack of props: knives, axes, chainsaws. Kirishima’s eyes fell onto a hand hook and he immediately grabbed it. “Look, I’m a pirate now! Argh!” he said. He was sure to close one eye and bare his teeth.
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “All this shit is stupid.”
Kirishima pouted before putting the hook down. “You know you’re a real tough customer Bakugou,” he said. There had to be something here that Bakugou would like, and Kirishima was determined to find it. He scoured the shelves, picking off anything that seemed even remotely interesting. The vampire cape was a bust, along with the knight helmet and the fox tail. He was starting to lose hope when...
“Look look!” Kirishima said as he grabbed at a hat. It was a shark head, with a hole for the face dead in the middle of the shark’s mouth. It was one piece of an entire costume and he was immediately intrigued. “You like sharks right? Check it out!” He put on the head. “I’m a shark now!”
“Sharks are cool,” Bakugou admitted. He’d always had a fondness for all those old, gorey shark movies. Jaws was easily one of his favorites. Just the concept of a mysterious sea monster striking absolute terror into the lives of innocent beach goers... except in this case the monster was real. Unlike Cthulhu. Fuck Cthulhu. “You still look like a fucking idiot though.”
“Aw come on! This is badass man. I’m a shark! I’m gonna eat your face! Nom nom!” Kirishima was sure to make chomping motions. After a moment he paused. “Does this mean I’m still a murderer?”
Bakugou, however, had stopped listening. Not because he wanted to be rude, or because he was annoyed, but because something had clicked in his mind at that very moment. Kirishima was dressed up as a shark. You know, sharks with their razor sharp teeth. Shark. Shark teeth. The sort of teeth meant to rip flesh apart piece-by-piece. Shark... teeth. The same sort of teeth that Kirishima...
“What the fuck.”
Kirishima quirked a brow. “What?”
“What the fuck.”
“Dude, you’ve lost me, what’d I do?”
“Open your mouth.”
“What?”
“Let me see your teeth.”
“Uh, alright.” Kirishima opened his mouth so Bakugou could see all his pointy little teeth. Bakugou was immediately intrigued, probably more than he should be. Kirishima, of course, was confused as all hell. That was by far one of the oddest things Bakugou had ever asked of him, and the oddest thing he’d ever actually followed-through with. What was wrong with his teeth? Did he chip one without realizing it? Did he have something stuck in them? If he did, then this was even more awkward than he had first thought. Without closing his mouth he did his best to speak, “What are you doing?”
“Shut up this is weird.”
“You’re telling me .”
“Stop talking,” Bakugou snapped. He held Kirishima’s jaw in place and peered into his mouth. This... was uncomfortable. Kirishima swore he caught sight of someone turning into the aisle, pausing, and then backing out. Thankfully, after a moment Bakugou let go of Kirishima’s jaw. Kirishima rubbed the soreness out of his face.
“Your teeth are fucking stupid.” Kirishima frowned. “...but I guess they're kind of cool.”
Kirishima perked up. “What is?”
“Shut up.”
Kirishima grinned the usual toothy grin. Bakugou was sure to avert his eyes. “What is?”
“I said shut up.”
“Come ooooon–”
“Shut it.”
“It's the teeth right? You like my teeth?”
“Don't say that so fucking loud you weirdo.”
Kirishima’s smile only grew, and Bakugou’s frown only deepened.
“Do you–”
“Shut up!” Bakugou grabbed the top of the shark head and yanked it down so he couldn't see Kirishima’s face anymore. All that managed to do was get Kirishima to break out into a fit of laughter.
“You do!”
“Shove it down your fucking shark hole,” Bakugou spat. Kirishima pulled off the hood so he could see again. “Just help me find a fucking costume so we can leave.”
“Alrighty!” Kirishima put the shark head down and then followed after Bakugou. “What do you want to be?”
“Something badass.”
“Badass?” Kirishima looked down the line of gorefest costumes. “I’m sure we can find something.” He started to rummage around as Bakugou peered on, glancing at him from out of the corner of his eye. “How about... werewolf?”
“Werewolf?”
“Yeah, look!” Kirishima pulled out one of the costumes. It was a werewolf, draped in brown fur with piercing eyes, claws, and teeth. It came equip with a torn flannel and rugged jeans. There was also an alternative version covered in bloody grey fur. “Check this out, we could both be werewolves, like werewolf bros!”
“You want to do a fucking couple costume?”
“Your words not mine,” Kirishima said as he tossed Bakugou his costume. “It looks badass right? Isn’t that what you wanted? And what’s manlier than a wolf man?”
Bakugou stared down at the costume for a moment, before nodding. “Alright fine. I’ll be a werewolf. Let’s just buy these and get out of here.”
“Sweet!” Kirishima grabbed the other werewolf costume. “We’re going to be the coolest werewolves around!”
Bakugou clicked his tongue. “You’re a fucking idiot,” he remarked, but even then there was a fondness in his gaze. If only Kirishima knew.