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*ੈ✩‧₊˚୨⎯ "shoot for the stars, baby" ⎯୧*ੈ✩‧₊˚
putting back the mask, you sigh. your eyes glancing at the price tags of the different scary-themed items, you groan again.
"I'm so broke," you whine to no one, pouting at the price of a Ghostface costume set.
"I'm not." you roll your eyes when Katsuki grumbles beside your head. turning to the blond, you hum.
"You're gon' buy me a costume?" you put on a dumb accent, the hothead not fazed.
"I assumed that was the plan, I'm already covering MiMi and Shitty Hair's." he explains over the sound of hangers clinking together and you hum again.
"Well, you don't have to pay for mine. Thanks anyway." he scoffs at the color of a costume then starts mumbling about the design and flips through more.
"Fine. Then I will." Sero politely offers behind you and you spin around with a confused look.
"I don't need someone to pay for me. Money isn't an issue." you cross your arms and he shrugs with a straight face.
"I'll pay for it as a gift, not as me seeing it as I have to." he puts a hand in his pocket as he shuffles through some costumes next to you, now bored. he stops and turns to face you, copying your crossed arm stance.
"Okay- Is today 'let's make (Y/n) look utterly broke' day?" you huff and see the corners of Sero's mouth turn up in amusement.
"No, it's the 'let's be good friends to everyone' day." he counters, leaning towards you in a challenging way.
"It's about to be the 'beat Hanta's ass' day." you poke his chest with your index finger making his eyes dart down.
"Relax would you?" Katsuki sighs while picking out a costume from the rack he's been searching through.
"Here." he shoves the plastic-coated clothes against your chest.
"What is-" you retract your hand to hold the package, not noticing Sero's gaze go back to your face.
"Just go put the damn thing on. I sat searching this entire rack." he dismisses your confusion, waving you away to go change.
"Okay, okay." you clutch the package and rush to a changing room before Katsuki could get annoyed. looking at the package, you search for the display card.
you blink.
"He took it out." you feel a bead of sweat drop down your forehead.
