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Haunted House Escapades | ... Ask Questions Later

The spooky season has come out to play, now with the city decorating itself with pumpkins and candles, creepy crawlies and ghouls. An invite from Idaten's principal mechanic caught many off-guard, but ever since the reunion night, they had been fervent to make connections, and in turn, create all the support items required by all who were close to Iida.

Still, free invitations to the first fully-functional and interactive haunted house was something nobody could ignore, at least for most. But it came with one condition.

All that had received an invitation, must dress for the occasion.

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It took some convincing to get Bakugou to agree for this invite, after hearing that all his friends had also received one for this haunted house experience. It wasn't more so the invite that perturbed him, it was the condition added on top. Bakugou refused to dress for Halloween, and was more than happy to forgo participating in something as mundane as an experience. But after a few phone calls from friends, and a very convincing argument from Kirishima, he folded. He agreed to dress as a werewolf for the day, his usual go-to according to Kirishima. The aforementioned redhead had already pre-warned you that he was dressing as Red Riding Hood, so as the both of you didn't double up on the costume fiasco. It left you wondering what you could dress up as for the occasion, actually going through an endless black hole of image searching for some inspiration.

The day of the invitation came with a meet-and-greet, finding familiar faces by the large faux gates of the attraction, and a squeal from Iida's mechanic at the sight of you, dressed prim and proper in Victorian Steampunk fashion. After an excitable introduction, both Bakugou and yourself entered the courtyard grounds along with Kaminari who decided to tag along, walking through the large front doors to be met by an impressive-looking foyer.

"Sky Pirate?" questioned Kaminari while he strolled alongside Bakugou and yourself through the lobby, eyeing the three doors ahead.

"Yeah, I've got nothing," you admitted. "Plus it kind of fits my personality."

A scoff answered that statement, finding Bakugou's scowl embedded into his brow while he turned his eye towards each door, contemplating on which one to enter based on the instructions given by that mechanic outside.

"You're really against my own reasoning?" you questioned with a sceptical brow, staring up at the wolfed up man.

"You chose a costume that is vague," he reiterated, making his way towards a door with Kaminari and yourself in tow. "You could be anything you label yourself with the way you're dressed. And besides, fitting your personality? Airhead."

"Oh? And what does the Big Bad Wolf think?" you teased, raising your hands above your head in place for ears.

Bakugou slowly opened the door, eyeing your teasing gesture before he pulled you in, his hands cradling you in his arms while he edged his fangs closer. He growled under his breath, very befitting of his costume choice while the door continued to open, revealing a long corridor decorated in a multitude of lights. "How about I sink my fangs into your neck and you can find out?"

The offer was abrupt and out of nowhere, staring into Bakugou's almost glowing eyes until a colourful creature jumped from the door.

"Boo!"

PUNCH

Bakugou's fist swung straight into the face of a toothy clown, covered in dirt and blood, and keeling over from the strength he exuded in that one swing. You stared at the clown, whimpering and holding his face before he crawled back into the dark, most likely disappearing into the walls of the hallway ahead. Bakugou's hands clutched onto your body, pulling you into him tightly while his hand still held out in a fist. The look on his face was curdled with a sneer, but his eyes were wide and, to his dismay, filled with irritation.

He soon relaxed, feeling his arms releasing you from his tight grip that almost crushed you if given the chance. A huff escaped his nostrils, turning his eye onto Kaminari who stared at him smugly at what had transpired.

"It's not my fault the clown put his face near my fist," excused Bakugou, half-reasoning, half-threatening.

"Kaachan, just admit that you were scared and you punched his face by accident," smoothly suggested Kaminari with that smug smile plastered on his face.

"I wasn't scared, Franken-Dumbass."

"Um... Devil," pointed out Kaminari, pointing at the horns that sat atop his head, and showing off the smart formal dress he wore.

Bakugou scoffed irritably before he pulled you into the hallway with him, ignoring Kaminari's presence. Leaving the jovial blond behind, you turned to Bakugou, wrapping your arm around his waist in comfort. He rarely showed any forms of weakness in public, but while with you, alone in this experience of horror, he gripped tighter on your waist in return, hugging you against his chest.

At least with his reflexes, you felt you wouldn't gain as many scares as the attraction would offer.