MHA Holdiay series

It was a chill autumn evening at U.A. High School, the kind that sent the smell of damp leaves curling through the air. Day six of Class 1-A's Halloween movie marathon was upon them, and anticipation crackled as electricity among the students. Today was special; the teachers had decided to join in on the festivities. Aizawa, All Might, Eraser Head, Midnight, and others crowded into the common room, giving the students a thrill of excitement mixed with nervous tension.

Tokoyami, with his ever-serene demeanor, had won the honor of picking the evening's film after a polite yet determined request. He chose "Annabelle," the horror film about the demonic doll that haunted the lives of several unsuspecting victims. As the movie began, the lights dimmed, and eerily sweet music filled the room, putting everyone on edge.

Screams erupted at the first sight of Annabelle, echoing against the walls of the common room with every jump scare. Students clutched each other, with Denki nearly jumping into Mina's lap at one particularly horrifying moment. The teachers showed surprising vulnerability, with Midnight squealing and hiding her face in All Might's massive shoulder. Even Aizawa, usually so composed, shifted in his seat, muttering about the absurdity of dolls.

After the movie concluded, the students buzzed with excitement, recapping their favorite parts despite the fear still lingering in the air. The teachers, recovering from their fright, retreated to their quarters for a much-needed rest, still somewhat spooked by what they had just witnessed.

It didn't take long for Sero, Denki, and Mina to hatch their mischievous plan. "Let's dress up as scary dolls and give the old-timers a taste of their own medicine!" Mina proposed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

In a whirlwind of excitement, they rummaged through costumes, applying thick layers of white makeup to their faces and creating eerie doll-like expressions. They enlisted Sero's handy tape to fashion long, frilly skirts out of whatever fabric they could find, complete with oversized hair bows atop their heads.

As the last of the teachers fell into slumber, the trio tiptoed through the darkened halls, hearts racing with adrenaline and laughter that they had to suppress so as not to spoil the ambiance. With their doll makeup and costumes, they looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie, and they couldn't help but giggle as they made their way toward the teachers' quarters.

In their excitement, the three opened the door to the teachers' sleeping area, finding themselves in a dimly lit corridor. Sero waved everyone over, and they quietly approached the nearest door. With synchronized movements, they banged on the door before bursting through, chanting in unison, "We're coming to get you!"

The chaos that ensued was like a horror movie all its own. The teachers bolted upright, eyes wide with terror as the eerie dolls charged toward them. Midnight shrieked, launching herself out of bed, with Vlad King stumbling after her, bleary-eyed but instantly alert.

"Okay, guys, it's just a prank—" Denki began, but his laughter sent one of the teachers into a new fit of fright.

In the frenzy, it wasn't until they had chased the teachers around the common room for several moments that they realized none other than Aizawa had woken from his slumber like a summoned spirit. The lanky figure had drawn out his scarf, capturing the three in a single sweep.

"Enough," he intoned, his voice low and steady, as he effortlessly tied them together with the very scarf that had been the bane of many a villain. Aizawa peered into their eyes, unamused, practically glaring. "Anyone else want to find out what a real scare feels like?" His tone was laced with a seriousness that sent a shiver down their spines, contrasting with the earlier hysterics.

Mina stuttered out an apology amidst her fits of giggles, while Sero and Denki just looked sheepish, their initial thrill replaced by nervousness.

"Next time, how about we all just enjoy the movie?" Aizawa muttered, though the corners of his lips twitched, trying to restrain a smile.

With that, the students were released from their entrapment, laughter echoing through the halls. The night continued with tales of bravery, fear, and an unexpected bond formed through that shared terror. Halloween at U.A. had never felt so delightfully chaotic, nor had the students felt so alive. The memory of that frightful night would linger on, a legend of Class 1-A's Halloween mischief, eternally stitched to the fabric of their youth.