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𝘜𝘈 𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
A big orange bowl of candy sat right outside the dorm’s door. The note taped to it read, in swirling purple ink:
“For Class 1-A! Have a spooky sweet night! <3”
Uraraka squinted at it. “Aw, that’s so nice! I bet Class B left this for us.”
“Class B wouldn’t waste good candy on us,” Mina said, already reaching for a handful. “They’d use it for a sugar-fueled training trap.”
Bakugou scowled. “Who cares where it came from. You losers gonna stand here talking or are we eating it?”
They should’ve known right there something was wrong.
𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.
“...Guys,” Kaminari said, slowly. “I think something’s happening.”
He was sitting on the couch, looking mildly panicked, as words kept tumbling from his mouth—rhyming perfectly, no matter what he tried to say.
“I ate the purple one, thought it was grape—
But now my mouth won’t stop this rapping shape!”
Jirou almost dropped her phone. “Did you just rhyme grape with rapping shape?”
“HELP ME I CAN’T CONTROL IT!” he cried, slapping his hands over his mouth. “MY WORDS JUST KEEP—uh—ROLLIN’ LIKE A POET!”
Kirishima was wheezing so hard he fell off the couch. “Dude—you sound like Present Mic had a baby with a Dr. Seuss book!”
Meanwhile, at the kitchen counter, Midoriya’s freckles had started to blink like tiny green LED lights.
“I-I think the candy triggered some kind of quirk interference,” he stammered. “My freckles are sending out—uh—data signals??”
Iida adjusted his glasses, alarmed. “Midoriya, your face is transmitting Morse code.”
Midoriya froze. “Oh my god. My freckles are wireless.”
“NERD,” Bakugou barked from across the room. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever hea—”
He paused mid-sentence. Glitter exploded from his palms like confetti cannons.
“...WHAT THE HELL?!"
Kirishima blinked. “Bro, your explosions are sparkling.”
Bakugou stared at his hands. Another puff of glitter. Then another.
“WHY IS IT RAINBOW COLORED!?”
“Aw, look! You’re fabulous!” Mina said, taking a picture.
Bakugou’s scream echoed through the dorm.
Todoroki, as usual, had been quietly observing all this chaos while munching on a small orange candy.
Then he stopped. Slowly turned his hand over.
“My left side now smells like… pumpkin spice.”
Everyone looked up.
Sure enough, orange-tinted steam was rising from his left arm, carrying the distinct, unmistakable aroma of a fall-themed latte.
Momo blinked. “That’s… festive?”
“I feel… seasonally appropriate,” Todoroki said in his usual monotone.
Somewhere near the couch, Mineta had vanished.
Or so everyone thought—until an ominous voice whispered,
“I CAN STICK TO ANYTHING NOW. INCLUDING THE CEILING.”
They all looked up. Mineta was indeed stuck to the ceiling like a horrifying grape bat, cackling manically.
“No one’s safe from the Mineta Drop Attack!”
“Someone get him down,” Aizawa groaned from the doorway, looking five seconds away from retiring again.
“Uh, guys?” Hagakure’s voice piped up from the corner.
Everyone turned.
And froze.
Because—for the first time—she was visible.
Completely visible. Covered head to toe in neon body paint that glowed like a rave.
“...Whoa,” Kaminari managed.
Hagakure blinked. “You guys can see me!?”
“YES,” Kirishima said, face red. “And you’re, uh—really glowing right now.”
“OH MY GOD FINALLY!” she shrieked, twirling. “I LOOK AMAZING!”
In the midst of all this, the kitchen door burst open and Mei Hatsume stepped out, eyes wide, hair smoking slightly.
She was holding what could only be described as a homemade rocket launcher made of candy wrappers and duct tape.
“I CALL IT—THE SWEET TOOTH 3000!”
Everyone froze.
Bakugou glittered nervously. “What the hell did you eat!?”
"Forget that, when the heck did you get here?!" Kirishima asked nervously.
“I don’t know, but my brain just unlocked seventy new blueprints!” she grinned. “Including THIS ONE!”
She fired it straight out the window. The rocket exploded in the sky, spelling out HAPPY HALLOWEEN in glowing orange smoke.
The entire dorm shook. Kaminari screamed in rhyme.
“I DON’T WANNA DIE TONIGHT—BUT THAT WAS A CRAZY SIGHT!”
By morning, half the dorm looked like a Halloween movie set.
Glitter was embedded in the walls. Someone had taped Mineta to the floor. Hagakure was still glowing like a lantern.
Aizawa stood in the common room with a trash bag, collecting leftover candy.
“Whoever brought this here is getting expelled,” he muttered.
“Technically, we don’t know who did it,” Deku said.
“Then everyone’s getting expelled.”
Bakugou sneezed—sending out another puff of gold glitter.
“DAMMIT.”
And that was how UA learned an important Halloween lesson:
Never trust free candy.
Especially not glowing, unlabeled, mysteriously-delivered free candy.