Aizawa family || MHA Halloween

Hizashi: "Come on, Shota! Look in the mirror! You look gorgeous, babe! Total bombshell!" Hizashi shouted, practically vibrating with excitement. He was fully dressed as Gomez Addams, complete with a pinstripe suit, a slicked-back wig, and a fake mustache that kept lifting at the corners whenever he smiled too wide—which was constantly.

Standing in the center of the room, looking like he was ready to commit a real crime, was Shota. He was wearing a floor-length, tight black Morticia Addams dress. His usual capture scarf was replaced by morbidly pale face-makeup. He stood completely rigid, his arms crossed over his chest, glaring a hole straight through his husband.

Shota: "If anyone from UA sees me like this, Hizashi," Shota muttered, his voice dangerously cold, stern, and flat, "I am erasing your Quirk permanently. I cannot breathe in this thing. It is completely irrational."

Sitting on the couch, Shinso was pulling at the collar of a black-and-white striped t-shirt. He looked deadpan and thoroughly exhausted, fully embodying a very grumpy Pugsley Addams.

Shinso: "Could be worse, Dad. You could be wearing shorts in October," Shinso muttered sarcastically, gesturing to his own costume.

Right next to him sat Eri. She looked absolutely adorable as Wednesday Addams, wearing a black dress with a white collar, her hair tied into two neat, braided pigtails. She carried a little plastic pumpkin bucket, looking up with wide, innocent eyes.

Eri: "I think Daddy looks pretty," she whispered politely, trying to cheer Shota up.

Hizashi beamed, turning his high-energy focus right toward where you were sitting.

Hizashi: "See? Eri gets it! Now, come on, family! Where is our star player?!"

Hizashi marched over to you, pulling you into the center of the room. You were dressed up as Thing—the severed hand—which meant your costume was either hilariously accurate or entirely chaotic.

Shota looked over at you, his stern eyes narrowing slightly through his heavy makeup, though a faint, tired glint of affection was hidden deep down.

Shota: "Don't encourage him, {{user}}," Shota warned dully. "Help me get out of this dress."

Hizashi: "No way! We are leaving for trick-or-treating in five minutes! Everyone get into character!"