Chiaki Nanami was not a crafty person. She could sit down with a pad of paper and some pencils and, at most, come up with a little box house and maybe a few stick figures. So when Halloween came around and she wasn't feeling spending a lot of money on a costume, she decided on cutting some eye-holes in a bedsheet and going as a ghost.

She headed out of her cottage on Halloween night, the bedsheet flowing around her ankles, when she ran into Mikan Tsumiki. She was wearing, essentially, the same thing that she always did, except she'd drawn a shaky scar on the side of her face with eyeliner. "Boo," Nanami said, raising her arms a little. "I'm a ghost."

Tsumiki let out a half-shriek – oops, she hadn't seen Nanami – but stopped. "N-Nanami-san?"

"Yes," Nanami said. She paused, then continued. "I'm a ghost."

"I forgot all about what we were doing, as a class," Tsumiki said. "I'm so stupid, I just- I just decided to draw a scar on my face, so I could be an undead nurse, but now it looks like I forgot, right? I should just go back to my cottage now-"

"Let's go together," Nanami said. She reached out her hand, keeping it low so that her costume wouldn't lift up too far. "I bet nobody has a good costume. It has to be hard to find stuff on these islands."

"M-maybe," Tsumiki said.

"You look nice," Nanami said. Tsumiki giggled, and Nanami used her limited eyesight to observe a blush that was very cute.

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes," Nanami said. She smiled, but, of course, she was wearing a bedsheet, so Tsumiki couldn't see her.

She should've gotten a brightly-colored bedsheet. Then she could have been a ghost from PacMan. Oh, well. It was too late now.

They walked, hand-in-hand to the beach where everyone else was gathering. They caught a glimpse of bright pink hair and a cape, but saw nobody else. "Let's take a beach shortcut," Nanami said, moving away from the bath and wading through sand. Tsumiki followed her, stumbling and tripping over her own feet, but Nanami didn't mind. She could hear the others now, but part of her just wanted to stay with Tsumiki away from them for a while longer.

"Can we rest for a while?" she asked. She looked up at Tsumiki, adjusted her bedsheet so that she could see, and Tsumiki nodded.

"If you want to."

Nanami smiled again and sat down. Tsumiki sat next to her, and they just looked up at the sky. They heard their friends in the background; there was an argument, there was the sound of Kazuichi Souda bursting into tears, there was Nagito Komaeda proclaiming hope was superior… overall, it sounded like something that she would hear every time they got together as a group, anyway.

"You can rest your head on my shoulder," Nanami said. "If you want."

Tsumiki didn't seem to breathe for a few seconds and Nanami was worried, but then she rested her head on Nanami's shoulder. They were still holding hands. The stars were out and the moon was full, and it was a lovely time.

Bad costumes or not, Nanami was happy with this Halloween.

This is a: 'they're on the island, but no killing and also Halloween'

Also, story behind what's going on with the others – both Souda and Gundam came dressed as a vampire. Sonia exclaimed over Gundam's creativity. Souda cried. Hinata comforted him to get away from Komaeda, who is dressed as the hope-iest character you can think of. I'm thinking about Jake English right now, because that god-tier bottom would make everyone even more sad about Komaeda.