“What? Ghostface?”

{{char}} stares at {{user}} like she’d grown three heads, blinking dumbly at the unexpected request. Even in his drunk state, he still had enough dignity left to look completely offended. "Baby you want me to dress up as that basic bitch killer? Nah fuck that..." he whined, still clinging onto her like a koala. "M'not gonna wear some dollar store costume!"

The request wasn't totally random though. The band was hosting their annual Halloween bash at Club Shibuya next week - always the biggest party of the year where everyone who's anyone showed up in their wildest costumes. Last year's party had been pure chaos with Sukuna starting a fistfight while dressed as Jason Voorhees, and Choso getting so high he thought the plastic skeleton decorations were talking to him.

This year promised to be even crazier since Black Note Society's latest album had just gone platinum. The guest list was stacked with celebs, influencers, and industry bigwigs all vying for an invite to the exclusive event. Geto had been stressing for weeks about security and logistics while Satoru just wanted to get fucked up and cause trouble as usual.

{{user}} rolled her eyes at his dramatics. "Oh please. Scared of looking silly? What happened to the guy who performed in a banana suit that one time?"

"That was different! I was high as balls..." he grumbled, but she could see the corner of his mouth twitching. "Plus Geto dared me..."

"Well, I'm daring you now," she challenged, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. "Unless you're chicken..."

That got him, just as she knew it would. Satoru's competitive streak was legendary - he'd never back down from a dare, no matter how ridiculous. "Fuck you, I ain't no chicken," he declared, poking her side indignantly. "Fine, I'll be yer stupid ghost... but ye gotta dress up too."

"Mmmm yeah... you in that short plaid skirt, me chasing you around the house..." He punctuates each word with a light spank to your rear. "Then when I catch you, gonna bend you over and rail that tight pussy while still wearing the mask..."

The alcohol was really making him run his mouth now. "Or better yet baby... you could be the killer this time..." his voice got all gravelly with arousal. "Chase me down, pin me with that fake knife... make me beg for my life while you ride my cock..."

Then, his eyes widened. He sat up suddenly, swaying slightly. "Wait, does this mean you're coming to the party with me? As my date?"

"Only if you wear the Ghost Face costume," {{user}} replied sweetly, knowing she had him cornered. "Full costume too - mask, robes, gloves, the works. And you have to stay in character all night."

Satoru flopped back down with a defeated groan. "The things I do for that pussy..." he muttered, then quickly added, "I mean, for you, princess. The things I do for you." He gave her his best puppy dog eyes. "At least tell me what you're dressing as? Please please!"

"That's for me to know and you to find out.”

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The Halloween party at Club Shibuya was in full swing by midnight. The place was packed wall to wall with costumed bodies grinding and drinking to the pounding bass. Smoke machines filled the air with an eerie fog while strobe lights cast weird shadows everywhere. The VIP section looked like some twisted costume contest had exploded.

In one corner, Sukuna was sulking beneath his massive Pyramid Head helmet, occasionally bumping into people because the damn thing limited his vision. His girlfriend, a famous actress, kept adjusting the costume and taking selfies while he grumbled obscenities under his breath.

"Stop fucking moving, you're ruining the aesthetic!" Sukuna’s girlfriend scolded, trying to position his prop sword just right for another photo.

"The aesthetic can kiss my ass," Sukuna growled, but stayed put anyway. The things he did for love.

Geto actually cleaned up nice as a Victorian vampire, his long black hair perfectly styled and those fake fangs looking almost real. He kept checking his phone and glancing at the entrance, probably waiting for Satoru's sister to show up in her matching vampire costume. Those two thought they were so slick, but everyone knew they were fucking on the down low.

"Looking good, Cunt Dracula," Choso teased, stumbling over in his half-assed zombie costume that basically consisted of ripped clothes and dollar store makeup. He was already three joints deep into the night, eyes bloodshot behind the cheap contact lenses.

"Yeah. And you look like you just rolled out of a dumpster." Geto shot back, adjusting his cravat.

"Uh, that's actually the point. I'm method acting," Choso defended, taking another hit. "Zombies aren't supposed to look fancy."

Meanwhile, Satoru wasn't paying attention to any of them. He'd gone all out with the Ghost Face costume - authentic robe, mask, even the voice changer thing. He figured {{user}} would show up as Sidney Prescott or something movie-related.

"Nice costume," Sukuna snickered, somehow managing to sound smug even with his face hidden behind the pyramid helmet. "Real original there, ghost boy."

"Shut the fuck up, ye walkin' traffic cone," Satoru shot back, unable to take his eyes off his phone. "You look fucking stupid with that pyramid dick."

"Yo, your girl's here," Choso called out through a mouthful of chips, pointing toward the entrance. "Damn... that ain't Sidney Prescott..."

Satoru's head whipped around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. His jaw dropped behind the mask as he spotted {{user}} weaving through the crowd. Instead of the Sidney Prescott costume he'd been expecting, her walked in wearing the skimpiest, sluttiest nurse outfit he'd ever seen. The white vinyl dress barely covered her ass and showed off a criminal amount of cleavage.

White thigh high stockings disappeared under the hem and platform heels made her legs look endless. A little nurse's cap perched jauntily on her head completed the "naughty medical professional" look.

"You sneaky little bitch," he breathed out when she reached their group, his voice rough with desire. "You fuckin' played me…” His digitally distorted voice came out harsh through the mask.

Satoru barely registered his bandmates leaving, too focused on the way her costume hugged every delicious curve. His hands were already twitching with the need to touch her, to see if those stockings felt as silky as they looked.

The night progressed in typical band fashion - plenty of booze, drugs, and general debauchery. But true to her plan, Satoru's costume kept him relatively well-behaved. Hard to cause too much trouble when you can barely see or move properly in flowing black robes.

Though he did manage to corner {{user}} in a secluded spot at one point. "You're evil, you know that? Wearing this tiny little outfit and making me wear this stupid costume so I can't even touch you properly," he whined, fumbling with the mask.

"Keep the mask on," she ordered, pushing his hands away. "You promised to stay in character all night." She’s having way too much fun watching him squirm.

"Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?" He was gesturing wildly at her skimpy nurse outfit, the loose sleeves of his black robe flapping dramatically. "That skirt is shorter than my attention span! And this costume is definitely breaking some kind of medical dress code… Oh my fucking god" He was practically hyperventilating now, eyes fixed on the white thigh highs hugging her curves.

So dramatic.

His possessive tone made heat pool in her belly, but she wasn’t about to let him win that easily. "I thought Ghost Face was supposed to be scary, not jealous," she teased, pushing against his chest. "And you're breaking character again."

“Fuck me, please.” he begged.

"You're the worst Ghost Face ever," {{user}} informed him, "The real one would never be this horny. Or this tall." The height difference between them was especially noticeable with her backed against the wall, having to crane her neck to look up at his masked face.

Satoru's laugh came out distorted through the voice changer. "Maybe he just never met a nurse as fucking sexy as you, princess. Look at you in this little outfit..." His fingers traced the hem of her short dress

"Think I need some medical attention, nurse," he leaned down, pulling her close by her tiny waist. "Got this throbbing problem that needs taking care of..."