𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 9: 𝓛𝓲𝓮
Head empty zero thoughts.
I shall get caught up I swear to da LORD above.
Im planning on cranking out like 3 tonight
Stream Say It, Just Say It by The Mowglis.
Tags: Pour one out for @chrimsss
—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—
Nagisa was one to say that he proudly tries anything new. It may terrify the life out of him, but he tries anyways. This particular “try” was one that he was having great trouble with…
“So, whatcha up to?”
A certain redhead’s voice makes the latter jump. “Karma!”
“What? Just askin’ a question.” The Akabane boy sat backwards in the desk chair in front of him.
The classroom was empty, save for the blue-haired student. He was fiddling with something small between his fingers, invisible to Karma’s eye.
“Whatcha’ got there? Hmm?”
“Nothing!” Nagisa yelped in reply as he buried his head atop of his arms, hoping to hide the item.
“Fine. Wanna play this the hard way? Sure.”
With a whine of protest, Nagisa held his breath as he felt Karma’s fingers prod at his sides. He just had to hold out…
“Just show me what you’ve got, dear Nagisa.” Karma chimed as he pinched a bit.
The blue-haired boy tried his best, but little giggles dared to slip out. He jumped to his feet, cradling the little items in his hands and holding them over his head
“Oh, that’s- IT!”
The Akabane was soon scaling him like a mountain, yet somehow was managing to miss grabbing the object. “I don’t know how I overlooked what was right in front of me…”
Nagisa looked at his friend with confusion, eyes widening as he saw the boy hovering over him with clawed hands.
“Any last words?” Karma chimed, smiling evilly.
He sighed. “Do your worst.”
Karma’s fingers descended on the boy’s torso, playing his ribs like a piano. Nagisa’s arms lowered a bit, instinctively protecting the sensitive spot.
“Yohohohoull nehehever gehehehet ihihihit!”
“But what is the “it” I’ll never get, hmm?”
“Nahahat tehehehellihihihing.”
“Suit yourself.” The redhead shrugged as he moved down to pinch Nagisa’s stomach.
“Wahahai-hyehehahaha! Kahaharmahaha!”
“Just tell me!”
“Nohohoho! Eep! Nehehever!”
“You’re so annoying!”
“It dohohohoesnt mahahatter! Ihihill nehehever tehehell!”
The game continued for a good amount of time. Damn Nagisa and his stupid endurance. Karma tried everywhere. Knees, neck, tummy, sides, ears, ribs. No reaction. Except until he realized that he was a complete moron and the answer was right in front of his eyes the whole time.
“Won’t you just give up and tell me already?”
“Nohohoho!”
“Why? You love it? Huh? Do you want my attention that bad, or do you want me to just tickle you that bad?”
“NGH- N-Neheheheither!” he lied with a red face.
“Then tell me what you have!” Karma yelled as he moved his hands up under his friend’s arms.
“NAHAHA- KAHAHARMAHAHA!”
“Ahh, bingo! There it is!”
“DOHOHOHONT!”
“But I thought you had such great endurance?”
“NAHAHAT IHIHIHIN THAHAHAT SPOHO- OHOHO GOHOHOHOD”
The blue-haired boy’s arms dropped lower and lower, instinctively protecting the sensitive spot. He giggled helplessly as he fought like hell to keep his arms up. Suddenly, Karma stopped his attack and grabbed Nagisa’s closed hand.
The two fought like cat and mouse until the redhead managed to pry his friend’s hand open.
In a flash, a small pot of ink went flying to the floor, painting both boys and miscellaneous parts of the classroom.
Before either could speak, their teacher appeared before them. Almost like he had some kind of sixth sense…
“Do you two want to explain yourselves?”
“He did it!” Nagisa blurted in panic, pointing to Karma as he panted a bit.
“What- no! He did it!”
Koro-Sensei glared at the two of them as the two boys did the same. “I don’t care who did it, I want to know what happened, and how you two plan on cleaning it up.”
“But I didn’t even-“ the shorter boy dared to argue.
“I’m waiting.”
“Uhhh…. It was all Karma’s idea! He tricked me!”
“Hey!”
“It’s the truth!”
“No it’s not and you know it!”
“Nope! You’re just trying to stay out of trouble!”
“Boys…” his voice overlapped their arguing. “Booys… BOYS!”
The two whipped towards their Sensei, whom was now holding two rags. “Figure out how to clean it. I expect it finished by the time I’m here.”
Karma scoffed as he wet the rag and squatted, swiping at the ink.
“Wait- uh… use… use hand sanitizer.” Nagisa offered sheepishly.
“I don’t need anymore help from you.” the boy hissed.
“I’m sorry I just- here.” Nagisa held open his hand and revealed what the big deal was: a hack-job wooden stamp of Koro-Sensei. “I didn’t want him to see it, so I had to get him out of here somehow.”
Karma’s eyes darted back and forth between the item and his friend’s bashful expression. He wanted to be nice… so badly… but he couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the poor attempt.
“PFFFF- That’s all? I thought you were hiding contraband or something!”
“Hey!” The blue-haired boy cried, a smile tugging at his lips. “I tried my best!”
“Welp, we can add woodworking to your list of “do not let Nagisa attempt again” activities.”
Nagisa snorted as he looked at the item fondly.
“Seems I’m a Jack of all trades…” he mused with a smile, placing the botched stamp on his teacher’s desk. “And a master of none.”
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