It wasn't every year that all of class 1-A got the chance to throw a Halloween Party but they were determined to make this year the best they've ever had -which wasn't very hard to achieve, since this was their very first one.

They had been planning this for weeks before the big day arrived and thanks to the collective effort of every student in the class, they were able to pull it all together in the last few moments. Sato, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima and Asui lead four different teams in the planning process. Sato was in charge of food, Kirishima took over decoration plans, Asui lead the activities, while Yaoyorozu gathered all of the supplies. Uraraka herself was on the decorations team, but all she really did was help float pumpkins and paper bats into the air, just an inch or so below the ceiling.

Normally, she would've fought to do more, but her costume was going to be extra detailed this year and she needed all the time she could get to sew herself an entire outfit. As a part of the Halloween surprise, everyone decided that they would keep their costumes secret until they got to the party, which meant that everyone was asking for passes out of the school grounds, which as less than ideal for the teachers, but they managed to survive, somehow.

Now that Halloween night had finally arrived, Uraraka found herself locked in one of the bathroom stalls, wiping away the eyeliner-mixed tears from her no longer rosy cheeks. As she tried to wipe more tears away, her knees went weak and she had to hold herself against the edge of the skin, her makeup falling onto the sink in salty drops. Sobs wrack her body as she continues to think about how badly this night has been ruined. And it hadn't even started yet.

Her black witch hat laid next to her on the floor, probably gathering a bunch of gross bathroom germs by the second, but it didn't matter anymore. Her entire costume was ruined now and she had nothing else to wear. With another sob, she wondered if she should just lock herself in her room and skip the whole thing.

She jumps at the sound of the bathroom door bursting open with a loud thud, but she doesn't have enough time to rush into a stall before someone sees her.

The sight of Bakugou's scowl surprised her so much that she completely forgot about her sorrow for a moment. His glare slowly fell into a look of shock as he looked her over for a moment. "What are you doing in the boy's bathroom?"

Uraraka didn't move her gaze from his. "...This is the girl's bathroom." She hated the way her voice wobbled, even though she didn't feel like crying anymore.

"No. This is the boy's bathroom. There are urinals on the wall."

Her head snapped to the side and much to her surprise, he was right. But that meant that...oh no. She accidently ran into the boy's bathroom?! "I'm sorry, Bakugou! I can-"

"Wait...Are you crying?" He wasn't exactly glaring, but he wasn't making the nicest face either.

Uraraka turned her face away, trying to wipe away the streams on her cheeks, but with the reminder of why she was crying in the first place, her heart falls again. "I-" Her voice cracks and she covers her mouth with both hands. She's acting so pathetic, especially in front of Bakugou. She should just-

"Hey! Stop that!" He shouts, the volume making her flinch. "I...why are you crying? Isn't the party about to start?"

"I-" She swallowed around the lump in her throat, trying to keep her voice steady. "My dress." Is all she can say, gesturing to the dark stain all across the front of her bright orange top. She hadn't meant to spill her coffee, especially not on her costume of all things, but...well, here she was. She wouldn't have made such a big deal of it if the top hadn't taken over three days alone to cut and sew together. It was also the part that would stand out the most against her dark hat and skirt. As she looked back into the mirror across from her, she feel sorrow pour over her head like water. Everyone was going to notice.

A surprisingly gentle hand took the wet towel from her hand and as Bakugou turned her away from the mirror, she watched him crouch down to scrub at the dress she was still wearing. Now that he was standing in front of her, she could see that he had put on his own costume as well. Honestly, most of the class didn't think he would even show up in one, knowing him and how bad he was about these kinds of things, but this costume...seemed strangely elaborate.

Bakugou had a pair of dark wolf ears strapped onto his head, a clear headband likely buried deep into his spiky hair. He was wearing a dark green jacket with white fur along the collar and the white shirt under it was rough at the end, like it had been ripped. That wasn't all, because at this angle, she could just barely see the blonde tail poking out from under his jacket. He...he really put a lot of effort into his costume.

"Are you being a dog?" She asked, her voice still quiet and slightly shaky, but at least it didn't crack.

Bakugou looked up sharply, his glare trained on her face. "Heck no! I'm a werewolf, you idiot!"

After so long of knowing the boy, his insults really didn't effect her anymore. "You look nice." A small smile crossed her face.

He looked at her for a long moment before scoffing and turning away, going back to scrubbing. She decided to stay silent but her heart sunk again when she saw that the stain still wasn't going away. Bakugou stood up with a frustrated sigh and threw the towel to the ground. "How did you screw this up?" He growled.

Uraraka let out an exhausted sigh and knelt down to grab her hat. "I don't know." She admitted. "I just I'll just skip the party." She gripped the hat tightly, feeling the urge to rip it up but resisted. She didn't want to hurt her costume any more, even if it was already ruined. She looked down at her skirt this time, trailing her hands along the soft ruffles. She had spent hours trying to figure out how to do them correctly. All of those phone calls to her poor mother now all wasted because she was stupid and spilled coffee on her dress before the party started. Was it even worth it to look at everyone else's costumes, or would it only make her feel worse?

"You don't have to skip the whole party." Bakugou argued, dragging her out of her thoughts. "Just go without a costume."

Somehow, that seemed even worse to her. "And be the only one in the whole class wearing casual clothes? Yeah. That's a great idea."

"Shut up!" Bakugou hissed. "It was just an idea. It's a waste of time trying to hide away now. You know Deku and Four-eyes will come after you."

She let out a long sigh at the image alone. Her friends were amazing, they really were, but they often pushed too much into other people's business. "What should I do? I obviously can't wear this anymore." And she had been so excited to show it off. She had a broom and everything.

"Just say it's part of the costume. Don't witches make positions and stupid stuff like that?" Bakugou offered.

Uraraka winced inwardly. "But I wanted to look cute, not messy. I always look messy."

"No you don't!" Bakugou argued surprisingly quickly. His voice was laced with an anger somehow different from his usual kind. He sounded...defensive? "Honestly, you're better put together than all of your dumb friends, especially Deku. I wouldn't have guessed that you're poor from a first place."

"...Excuse me?" What was he trying to prove here?

Bakugou seemed to rethink what he just said, because his glare shifted into shock as he tried to back track. When did Bakugou ever regret what he said? "I just...You shouldn't' worry about stupid stuff like that." His gaze left her completely. "You look fine."

Uraraka took a moment to gather herself, not exactly sure how to take whatever the boy was trying to get across, before deciding it was about time she left. "Thanks, Bakugou, but I think I'll pass on this one." She was already beginning to plan out what she'd do, locked away in her room. She has a TV, thanks to Mom and Dad. She could watch some moves? Or maybe she could just to go sleep. That way, she wouldn't have to listen to everyone else enjoying themselves while she slept.

She didn't expect Bakugou to take her wrist and pull her out of the bathroom, nearly tripping her on the way out. "Hey!" She shouted at him. "Let go!"

"Shut up already! I have an idea!" The boy growled out and continued to pull her to the dorm laundry rooms. Once he let go of her, she felt suddenly exposed. Anyone could walk in and see them. What would they think?! And if they saw the stain on her dress- "Take off your bra."

She froze for a moment..."Excuse me?!" Uraraka shouted. She would've expected something like that from Mineta, not Bakugou!

"It's not like that, Idiot!" He shouted back. "I'm gonna rub detergent into the front of your dress and it's gonna soak your bra if you don't take it off!" Despite his angry tone, his cheeks were flushed brightly.

"Can't I just cha-"

"We don't have time for that! Unless you wanna miss Eri coming over." He huffed, crossing his arms over his own chest.

She chewed her lip as she thought it over. She really didn't want to miss Eri's arrival...but this was just so embarrassing! "Fine!" She relented. "Just don't watch!"

"I wasn't gonna! Geez." Thankfully, he turned around and after a moment to make sure he wouldn't dare peek, Uraraka turned away as well and slipped her arms back into the top of her dress. The corset made it difficult to move and she didn't want to stretch out the fabric, but she still managed to pull her bra off without having to take off the top of her dress, which was a relief. She tucked the article of clothing into her hand before turning back to Bakugou. "I'm ready."

He hesitated to glance at her again but once he saw that she was still decent, he let out a sigh and grabbed the laundry detergent. He poured a generous amount straight onto her dress and told her to rib it over the stain. He looked away as she did it, which was also appreciated. "You gotta wait for a while before rinsing it out, okay?"

She nodded and once the entire area was covered in detergent, she looked at her phone to tell the time. She had ten minutes before the party started. Was that enough time? She felt like if she looked away from the clock for only a moment, it would suddenly skip forward. Uraraka watched as exactly five minutes passed before Bakugou looked up again and told her to rinse. He left the room as she turned away and a part of her wanted him to stay but she didn't protest. He was probably tired of helping her and went back to his own room.

Much to her surprise, Bakugou returned with a hair dryer and plugged it into the wall. He stopped when he saw that she was staring. "What?" He snapped, but it didn't hold any real heat to it.

"I thought you left." Now that she was saying it out loud, it did kinda sound stupid.

"You need to dry your dress, don't you?" He said it as if the answer was obvious. Honestly, she was prepared to just walk around with a wet dress. Sure, it would be cold, but at least it wasn't as bad as the stain, which had completely disappeared! How did Bakugou even know a trick like that?!

Silently, he turned it on and held the dryer in front of her dress, the warm air making her flush. He was being surprisingly kind to her. Usually, she would've expected indifference, but he was actually offering to help. She honestly could've done all of this alone and it was probably embarrassing for him to sit there and dry off her dress, but she appreciated it. Once the fabric was just slightly damp, Bakugou turned off the dryer and gave her a once over. "That's dry enough, right?"

"Yeah! Thanks so much, Bakugou!" She smiled. Now she didn't have to hide away from everyone. She could have fun with the rest of the class and see their cool costumes! She was going to look super cute while doing it too! "I guess I'll see you at the party, Baku-" She made to leave but stopped when she felt him grab her arm again, but this time, he didn't pull her away.

"You're makeup." He said calmly. "There's no way I'm going to let you walk around with black tearstains on your face."

"Oh, right. My makeup. I can just fix it in my room." She gave him another smile as he let go.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his gaze intense but not...overwhelming.

What was with him today? "I promise. Now, go find your friends before they tear up the entire dorm to try and find you." She giggled at the way he huffed, the wolf ears making him very hard to take seriously.

Uraraka walked out of the laundry room quickly, trying not to catch anyone else's attention as she rushed back to her bedroom, her hat still in her hand. With the small mirror from her blush case, she wiped away the old make up and began applying a now layer. It wasn't much, but she didn't need a lot to look like a cute witch. She added a little extra blush to her cheeks and added the hat as a finishing touch. With one last look, she nodded to herself. It was perfect, thanks to Bakugou's help.

Maybe, she could challenge him to an apple bobbing contest to pay him back for the help he offered. He always seemed to like a good competition.

Author's Notes: I was going to make this longer, but I only started this morning and I still have things to do before Halloween ends! Thanks for the request and offers are still open! I might just be a little slow to get them finished since I already have three projects to do. But thanks again for the request! It gave me a good exuse to write a Halloween fic!