This Might Tickle (World Trigger)
Summary: In trying to convince Chika that destroying a Trigger doesn't actually hurt its user, Izuho decides to demonstrate the worst it may actually feel like - with Yuzuru as her unwitting subject.
A/N: This idea was so freaking cuuuute! I would never have thought of this on my own! Thanks to @skribblz for helping me out with the scenario. Enjoy! ^^
Word Count: 999
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“Nice shot,” Yuzuru said, nodding his approval. “You’re improving every day.”
Chika smiled up at him. “It’s thanks to your teaching that I’ve gotten this far.”
He shrugged, trying not to blush from that tiny bit of praise. Beside him, Izuho shook her head. “Don’t be so modest! You blew a hole in the wall the first day we met. You were already plenty strong before this guy started helping you hone your skills.”
“Really, the biggest hurdle for you now is the fact that you can’t shoot people.” Yuzuru frowned down at the younger girl, who still held her sniper at the ready. After a moment he said, “Why don’t you try shooting me?”
“W-What?!” Chika exclaimed, leaping to her feet. “No, I couldn’t—”
“Chika,” Izuho said gently, “you know you have to learn how to do it, right? They’ll never let you on the away missions if you can’t shoot anyone.”
“I…I can shoot the Neighbors just fine,” Chika tried to argue.
“But not if they look like us. Like humans.”
“Don’t worry, Chika,” Yuzuru said, crossing his arms. “We’ve told you before it doesn’t hurt. You know yourself that it doesn’t hurt. And you’re not actually killing anyone; you’re just destroying their Triggers so they can’t be on the battlefield anymore. That’s all.”
“Yeah! The most they’d feel is this.” Izuho grabbed onto Yuzuru’s sides and squeezed. “See?”
Yuzuru let out a loud shriek of surprise, wrenching away from Izuho with wide eyes that quickly glared once he was out of reach. “Why’d you do that?! You could have just said it would tickle!”
Izuho blinked. She looked at Chika. Then both girls burst into giggles.
Yuzuri couldn’t stop this blush no matter how hard he tried. “What? What’s so funny?”
“That noise you just made!” Izuho exclaimed. “Was that a squeal or a scream?”
“N-Neither!” The older sniper crossed his arms again, huffing indignantly. “You just surprised me and I yelled.”
“Are you trying to say it didn’t tickle?”
Yuzuru scowled. “I…I didn’t say that. Don’t go getting any ideas.”
Izuho giggled, reaching for him with wiggling fingers, elated when he took a nervous step away from her. “See, Chika? If you agree to shoot Yuzuru, he wouldn’t feel anything. The most he’d feel is a little tickle!” She finally managed to grasp his sides again, only this time she didn’t let up.
Yuzuru’s eyes widened as he dissolved into giggles, cheeks burning red as he squirmed and pushed at his sudden attacker. “S-Stop! Nohohoho! Don’t – we dohohohon’t need a dehehemonstration!”
“But I’ve never seen you laugh,” Izuho cooed playfully. “Have you, Chika?”
Chika giggled at the scene unfolding before her. “No. It’s cute, though.”
“Nohohohohot cute!” He squealed, trying desperately to pry Izuho off of him. When he realized he was too weakened to really fight back, he succumbed to his reactions and laughed when she moved up to his ribs. “Nahahahahaha! Stahahahahahap it!”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Izuho demanded, looking back at her friend. “Help me out here, Chika!”
“Nohohohoho!”
Chika bit her lip nervously, but her interest won out in the end and she moved to join Izuho in tickling Yuzuru right there in the sniper’s training room. After a few moments the brunette stepped behind their victim and trapped his arms with hers, leaving his torso wide open for the ravenette, who immediately sought out his ribs and sides, making the poor boy laugh helplessly.
“Stahahahahahahap!” he begged, squirming in their hold on him, flustered and embarrassed beyond belief. He’d never live this down. “Girls! Plehehehehehehease!”
“It’s all you’d feel, right?” Izuho asked just to mess with him. “If Chika shot you with her sniper, this is what it would feel like?”
“I hohohohohope nohohohohohohot!”
“But it wouldn’t hurt?”
“Nohohohoho, it wohohohohouldn’t! Girls, plehehehehease stahahahahap! Let me gohohohoho!” Yuzuru pleaded through his unstoppable giggles. Moments later he sagged in relief when they both let up, allowing him to crumple to the floor and catch his breath. “You’re so mean,” he grumbled, trying to will the pink out of his cheeks.
Izuho smirked. “Well, Chika? Want to give it a try?”
“Y-You mean…shooting him?” Chika suddenly looked uneasy again. “I don’t know…”
“Come on, did that demonstration do nothing for you?” Yuzuru mumbled, getting back to his feet. “It won’t hurt me. I promise, Chika.”
“Yeah! Don’t you want to see him laugh again? If you shoot him he might giggle like he did just now.”
“Shut up, Izuho.”
She nudged him. “I’m trying to help Chika feel better!”
He sighed. “Look. You know we can adjust our suits to feel different levels of pain, right? You can set it to feel nothing or set it to feel everything, depending on your preference. They told you that, didn’t they?”
Chika nodded.
“Mine is set to feel absolutely none. And…” Yuzuru sighed. “If…if you manage to shoot me and make me bail out once, I’ll…” He lowered his voice to a near whisper. “I’ll let you tickle me again.”
“Oooh~” Izuho teased, poking his side. “You liked it that much, huh?”
“Obviously not! I just…I’m just trying to help out, okay? Give me a break already.”
Chika blushed a little, biting her lip to keep from smiling too wide at the offer. She still didn’t feel good about it, but she knew logically she’d have to overcome this hurdle eventually. And as long as he was offering to let her tickle that smile back onto his face, then…
“Okay,” she replied, nodding. “I’ll try it.”
“Awesome!” Izuho exclaimed, grabbing Yuzuru and dragging him toward the door. “Come on! Let’s get Chika to shoot you so we can tickle you again!”
“I only promised Chika that she could tickle me,” Yuzuru protested as he was led out of the sniper’s room. “Not you!”
Chika stored her sniper and jogged after them, grinning. Could she actually shoot a person? She didn’t know. But for this – for him – she was willing to try.
