❝ since when was halloween popular in japan? ❞
❝ since the iwasaki's rolled into town! ❞
⇝ boku no hero academia
⇝ no specific season
⇝ fumikage tokoyami x female!oc
⇝ halloween special
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⇝⇜ Standing in the cold, waiting. Once again. Fumikage Tokoyami felt like this was going to happen more often than not in the coming days, but he didn't find himself minding much as the appearance of his girlfriend always warmed him.
Today he was waiting for Kimora Iwasaki below ground in a subway station. His hands had been shoved in his jacket pockets for eight minutes now, not even his feathers able to shield his face from the freezing wind of passing trains.
He rumble of contentment sounded from his throat when he felt an arm loop around his elbow, pulling him flush to their side. A buzz of excitement exuded from their form, a loose grin and determined eyes on their face.
"Are you sure it's alright for you to be out this late, Fumi?" Kimora questioned as he nuzzled his beak into her neck, the only way he could show a specific affection without the presence of lips. "What if Aizawa catches you?"
"We won't be in complete darkness, will we?" He questioned. His attention was brought to the tracks as their train pulled up, the doors opening to fill with passengers. The couple followed the crowd, finding their seat close to the door. "I have more control on Dark Shadow, anyways. And I plan to take full blame if Mr. Aizawa finds me outside of my dorm room."
"Well, then not to worry. The haunted house should have some lights."
"Haunted house?"
"Of course," she hummed, looking up to a pregnant woman that shuffled in front of her. The two quickly gave up their seat, instead hanging on to the railing for balance as the train shot forward. The rest of the ride was uneventful, hands tight on each other to keep themselves steady as the car rocked.
Oddly enough the night air wasn't as cold as the citizens of Japan had expected. No breeze was blowing through the streets, the cramped area bringing about a sense of unity and combined warmth. As Tokoyami and Iwasaki walked along, the latter's steps became lighter.
"How did Plato and Philomena like the carrot cake?" Fumikage questioned in order to distract his loved one.
"Oh, they loved it," Kimora hummed, squeezing his hand malevolently. "I'm still kinda pissed you didn't take a piece."
"Apologies, My Queen. I did take one of the cookies." Tokoyami glanced to her apologetically, a deep adoration in his eyes. She smirked lightly, bumping her hips to his.
"I guess it's okay, My King." He nuzzled her neck once again, but jumped back in fright when she shouted loudly and pointed before them. "We're here!"
