Day 15 - "Are you ticklish?"
Summary: When Gojo suspects that Megumi might be ticklish, he can't resist testing his theory, much to Megumi's dismay.
Lee: Megumi
Ler: Gojo
The training field was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Megumi sat cross-legged on the ground, catching his breath after yet another intense sparring session with Gojo. Despite the sweat on his brow and the ache in his muscles, he remained as composed as ever.
Gojo, of course, looked perfectly fine. The man didn’t even seem tired, lounging casually in the grass, sunglasses glinting in the sun. "You’re getting better, Megumi. I’m proud!" he said with a grin.
Megumi exhaled quietly. “Thanks. But I still need to improve.”
Gojo tilted his head, smirking. “So serious, as always." Then, as if an idea had suddenly struck him, his smile turned mischievous. "Say, Megumi…"
Megumi narrowed his eyes. He knew that tone all too well. It was the kind that spelled trouble. "What?"
Gojo leaned closer, resting his chin in his hand like a curious child. “You wouldn’t happen to be… ticklish, would you?”
Megumi blinked. His calm facade faltered for the briefest moment - a flicker of unease that Gojo, unfortunately, caught.
"Ohhhh, that was definitely a reaction!" Gojo’s grin widened. "You are ticklish, aren’t you?"
"I’m not," Megumi said flatly, shifting slightly to put some distance between them.
“Liar.”
Before Megumi could get up, Gojo was already on him, quick as lightning. He pinned Megumi’s arms with ease, the younger sorcerer squirming under his grasp.
“G-Gojo-no-"
“Gotta confirm this for science,” Gojo said with mock seriousness. "Let’s see!"
Gojo’s fingers wriggled against Megumi’s sides, brushing lightly at first. The reaction was immediate. Megumi’s body tensed, and he let out a sharp, involuntary inhale like he was trying very hard to suppress a laugh.
Gojo’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Gotcha! You are ticklish!”
Megumi glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the way his body jerked when Gojo’s fingers found another weak spot on his ribs. “S-stop-Gohojo!” Megumi’s voice broke into a strained chuckle as he twisted, trying to escape.
"What's that, Megumi? I can't hear you over all the giggles!" Gojo teased, doubling his efforts.
A rare laugh escaped from Megumi, a short, breathless burst that surprised even himself. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he thrashed beneath Gojo’s relentless fingers.
“I-Ihihi’m g-going to-kihihill y-you-!” Megumi stammered between ragged breaths, his normally stoic expression crumbling into helpless laughter.
“Wow, Megumi, you’re actually adorable when you laugh!” Gojo declared triumphantly. “You should do this more often.”
“Ahahahaa!! Sh-shut up! Go-Gojohoho come on!!” Megumi wheezed, trying to push Gojo away but with no success. His strength was sapped by the uncontrollable giggling, his body twisting in every direction to escape the ticklish onslaught.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity (to Megumi, at least), Gojo decided to show mercy. He sat back, letting Megumi catch his breath, though his grin showed no signs of fading.
Megumi rolled onto his side, panting, his face burning with humiliation. “You… are the worst…” he muttered, glaring at his teacher with a mix of annoyance and lingering laughter in his eyes.
Gojo chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “I just think it’s important to explore new sides of yourself, Megumi.” He gave a playful wink. “And now we know: Stoic on the outside, ticklish on the inside.”
Megumi groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I hate you.”
“Oh, come on, you love me,” Gojo said cheerfully, ruffling Megumi’s hair. “Don’t be surprised if this becomes part of our training routine!”
“If you ever try this again, I’ll summon all of my shikigami at once,” Megumi warned, though his voice lacked its usual edge.
Gojo laughed. “Noted. But you should know-I’d still win.”
Megumi groaned again, already dreading whatever nonsense Gojo would come up with next. But deep down, a tiny part of him couldn’t deny that the laughter, however unwelcome, had made the day just a bit lighter.