It's Halloween, the best holiday for stuffing one's face with sugary goodness; the night to dress up and pull epic pranks, and the night couples dress up with each other and goof off.

This is my case. Gaara and I have been dating for a few months, and this is our first Halloween as a couple, and I swear, I've chosen the best possible costume for my ginger. He's not happy to wear it, but its too good an opportunity to pass up.

I stand outside his bedroom door, dressed in a pirate costume, waiting for Gaara to come out and go trick-or-treating with me. He thought it was strange for a highschool kid to want to go trick-or-treating, and he hasn't stopped complaining about the costume since I pointed it out in the store. His eyes had immediately widened as he said, "No!" with an angry snap.

But of course, me being me, I got it for him anyway.

"(F/n), do I really have to wear this?"

"Yes. What's wrong with it?"

"It's itchy," he deadpanned.

I rubbed my temples. "Of course it'll be itchy. It's not satin. Can you come out now? I wanna see!"

There was a brief pause. "No."

"Why?"

"I look ridiculous."

"No you won't!"

"How would you know?"

"Because you and that costume were made for each other!"

"...I disagree."

"Gaara~" I whine. "Please? Please~"

There was a sigh from behind the door. I fist bump, my inner personality doing a mighty "Cha!" Yes! I broke him.

"If I come out, do you promise not to laugh?"

"Yes," you say honestly.

"Or squeal?"

You sigh. "Really?"

"Yes. So do you promise?"

"Yes."

"You promise not to pinch my cheeks? Or make those aww noises? Or-"

"Oh, my God, Gaara! Just come on out!"

There was another defeated sigh, and I heard the lock click. The handle slowly turned and now I'm biting my nails in anticipation. The door opened, and I let loose a loud squeal as I flung myself in his arms, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

"Ugh, (f/n), you promised!"

"But-" I giggle "- you're so cuuuuute~!"

I stand back, admiring my work and then squealing, running over to pinch his flushed cheeks.

Gaara's dressed in the best costume in the universe. It's just the right amount of plush for his figure. He's dressed in...

"Ugh, this is embarrassing," he mumbles.

"Relax, Gaara, you make the cutest panda in the universe!"

That's right. I've dressed up my boyfriend in a panda costume. He was honestly asking for it, being as cute and adorable as he already is without the help of the costume.

"I guess that makes you the most beautiful pirate then." I squeal when he lifts me up into his arms bridal style. "You stole my heart."

"Well, a pirate needs her booty," I say with a wink.

His face flushed and he sets me down. "That ruined the moment."

"No, it didn't. You putting me down ruined the moment."

I smile and give him a peck on the lips. He smiles and gives me a hug from behind.

"Now, to candy!" I say as loudly as possible. Gaara sighs and reluctantly follows me to his front door.

"I am going to regret this. This better not go on Facebook."

"I can't promise you anything."

With a final sigh, we walk out the front door, me Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles pillowcase in hand and ready for the best sugar high of our lives. Oh, yes. This will be the best Halloween ever. Trick-or-treating with my panda, what could be better. And with that thought in mind, I wrap my fingers around my panda's, his cheeks becoming pink and his stuffed panda ears seeming to droop.

"Candy!"

"What have I gotten myself into?"