#lee!akito

[ijustliketickling]

Lee!Akito

It is finally done!!! This took sooo long, I hope it shows -w-' I got a bit carried away, definitely.

Sequel to this old thing~

[thatonetickleblog]

hello could i request akitoya for the ask game… i love them so bad… thank you…

YESSS you totally can omg i miss them 😭 please i need to get caught up on the vbs story ive missed SOO MUCH.

still accepting pairs! these are fun to do between some of the fics im writing :)

1. who has the cutest tickle laugh?

akito but im extremely biased, toya’s is def adorable too but akito’s is super squeaky and bubbly but also sooo loud and frantic, it literally makes toya’s brain short circuit.

2. what are their tickle spots?

akito is most ticklish on his tummy and his hips. drilling into his hips will get him laughing the loudest (actual screaming) but tickling his tummy will have akito completely lost in his own laughter. just a constant stream of laughter that’s absolutely addictive. theres this spot between his tummy and hips that absolutely KILLS HIM.

toya is most ticklish on his sides!! his knees are really bad too, squeezing at his kneecaps will get him cackling which ofc akito loves because its so different compared to how soft and pretty his laughter usually is— under his knees are very weak to gentler tickles, if akito even dares flutter two fingers under them he’s kicking his legs and throwing his head back with laughter.

3. who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

toya for sure, akito can flutter his fingers anywhere and it’ll make toya giggle. his elbows, and shoulders are more notable, but his hands especially. he can’t handle someone skittering their nails over his palms, akito will sometimes trace his handlines in semi-public spaces just to mess with him, all while toya is curled over giggling desperately trying to pull his hand away.

4. who gets cheer-up tickles?

oh they both do <3 if akito is in a bad mood toya will not hesitate to claw at his tummy until he’s giggling and promising to cheer up (if they are with others and he starts scowling or being grumpy toya will give him a warning poke, and send him this playful, scolding kinda look, it had akito fixing his face in seconds)

on toya’s side, if akito see’s even a HINT of sadness on his face he’ll start squeezing at his sides until he sees a bright smile. (asking only after what’s wrong) & before a show if toya is overwhelmed, akito likes to tickle him a little to “shake the nerves out”

5. do either of them try to hide their ticklishness?

yes they do!! akito especially, he’d rather explode than admit he’s ticklish, he gets so embarrassed even if he thinks tickling is fun. he has no strife tickling others though, the second someone asks if he is ticklish too? suddenly tickling is the worst thing ever.

toya hides it as much as a normal person does, he keeps it a secret but if someone finds out they find out. if asked “are you ticklish?” he will definitely say “no.” or like what he said to an in that one dialogue “i dont like where this is headed..”

6. who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

toya definitely! akito is more likely to just laugh at toya’s luck, quickly helping him. i swear ppl forget how much toya loves to tease akito in canon, he’s not always being all sweet and innocent! the second he see’s akito stuck in his shirt he’s scribbling under his arms and giggling when instantly akito panics, probably pushing him onto the bed to tickle him for a little bit longer before having mercy.

7. how did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

an tickled akito out of nowhere infront of toya, not knowing toya didn’t know that akito was ticklish. he was EXTREMELY embarrassed about it at first, because i feel like toya probably didn’t even comment on what was happening. that was until toya from then on started squeezing his sides in passing, because clearly toya just found his ticklishness amusing and there was no need to feel ashamed.

akito just decided to tickle him one day lol, he was curious. started as a poke to the side, and then turned into a full on attack when he heard a giggle, it was all he needed.

8. who can’t take tickle bites/raspberries?

akito cant handle tummy raspberries, and unfortunately for him toya has insane breath control which = the most evil raspberries. toya is weak to neck kisses & neck bites, akito likes to nibble at his jawline and he squeals so louddddd

9. who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

toya!!! i like to think of akito as a morning person, while toya hatessss getting up. so if akito wakes up first and toya still isnt up an hour later, he’ll drag his nails up and down toya’s sides and back and very gently wake him up.

10. who initiates tickle fights?

they both do! akito more often than toya though, especially if he’s feeling restless and bored while toya is calmly listening to music or reading a book.

11. Who gives up in tickle fights?

akito for sure. unfortunately for akito its incredibly easy for toya to latch onto his hips and blow raspberries on his tummy at the same time, getting BOTH of his worst spots and leaving akito absolutely hysterical. so more often than not he ends up admitting defeat when toya gets in that position (which he doesn’t mind at all, but only because it’s toya)

12. who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

none of them! akito is a squirmer but he only really thrashes in place, he might accidentally kick toya but its never rough or anywhere near enough force to hurt him.

13. who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

akito, he refuses to ask so he just makes it superrrr obvious that he wants to be tickled. he’ll do things like lay across toya’s lap with his arms stretched over his head, or hike his hoodie up if he’s sitting next to toya, or he’ll just start a tickle fight and immediately let toya get the upper hand on him.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

A brotherly talk

So @kairoscler and I were talking ab pairings and somehow we ended up talking ab AkiSaki being a thing and how Tsukasa would react to it AND NOW IM SO OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA I HAD TO TURN IT INTO A FIC RARARARA

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Akito & Tsukasa (platonic/Akito is dating Saki)

Lee: Akito

Ler: Tsukasa

Warnings: Tickles! Straight-

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Akito wasn’t sure how it happened. He definitely wanted nothing to do with the Tenma family, yet that all changed after he met Saki. Another soul passionate about her dreams of music, still going despite how hard it gets, and most importantly, she wasn’t like her brother. Sure she was more optimistic than what Akito is used to, but nowhere near the levels of destruction Tsukasa would bring wherever he went.

Somehow, those two hit it off and became an official couple. When Tsukasa found out, he was quick to pull Akito aside and give him ‘the talk’.

“Ugh… do we have to?” The ginger groaned, running a hand through his hair as Tsukasa dragged him along to a private room.

“Of course! Y’know that Saki’s wellbeing is my top priority, and I want to make sure you’ll treat her with the respect she deserves and— Hey! Are you even listening?!” Tsukasa pouted and huffed as Akito’s gaze was anywhere except where it was supposed to be.

“Akito, I’m not kidding—” the blonde emphasized his point to a jab into the younger one’s stomach, words falling deaf at the jump. “What was that?”

“Nothing! Just hurry up…” Akito crossed his arms, cheeks slowly turning strawberry red. Instantly giving him away.

“Oh, I see. You’re ticklish~” Tsukasa had a smug, toothy grin on his face. Watching as Akito tried shrinking in on himself.

“Shut up– H-hey! Don’t try anything!” The ginger's voice wavered as his senpai slowly approached him with devilish eyes. He tried stepping back, only to fall flat across the sofa. “Ihi’m warning yohou!” Poor Akito couldn’t help the nervous giggles that started bubbling in his throat.

“Maybe this’ll make you listen now~” Shortly after, Tsukasa hopped onto the younger male’s hips, keeping him trapped. Dazzling fingers quick to descend onto the soft stomach.

“waHAIT! NAHAHAHA! TSUKASA-SEHEHENPAI!”

“Now, repeat after me. ‘I”ll be a good boyfriend to Saki’” with each syllable, Tsukasa’s fingers would poke and prod at a different spot. Pinching up and down his ribs, skittering his sides, scratching at his belly. Anything to make Akito howl in laughter.

“I-I PFFTAHAHAHAHA! IHI'LL BEHEHE A GOHOHOD BOYFRIEND— OH MY GAHAHASH!” the ginger shook his head furiously. His eyes squeezed shut and cheeks looked like they were about to pop. Tsukasa couldn’t help laughing along, watching his junior lose himself in his hysterics.

"C'mon, you almost got it!" The future star encouraged to a squeeze at the hips, earning a full-on scream of laughter.

“Onii-chan, what’s happening in there?!” Saki’s voice broke them out of their erm… ‘talk’, causing Tsukasa to halt his fingers.

“Nothing! Just having a friendly chat~” he got off the ginger, who was panting as if he had run a marathon. He gave Saki a weak thumbs up, causing her to roll her eyes playfully.

“Glad to see you two getting along~” she spoke cheerfully. She definitely heard all the commotion, but for Akito’s sake, she’ll keep it to herself… for now.

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[anzynai]

New Discoveries

Akito x Toya (Project Sekai)

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD @thatonetickleblog im so glad to be spending your birthday with u another year and ofc i had to do the traditional birthday fic.. chose akitoya cuz that was at the top of ur list when i asked so i hope u enjoy it! worked very hard on it.. i sweat, i cried, i bled, but i mean. u dont have to like it if u dont want to. i mean. irs not a big deal…. ANYWAYS, enough talking. happy birthday and hope u enjoy this sickeningly romantic akitoya tickle fic LOVE YOUUU 🫶

summary: today was the day that akito was going to confess to akito. things turn out much better than he expected.

word count: 1.3k

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Today was the day.

Today was the day that Akito was going to confess to Toya. After lots and lots of nudging and encouragement from Kohane, An, and even Ena, he decided to gather his courage and tell Toya about his feelings for him. He honestly had no idea if Toya returned his feelings, but he would just rather be honest than hide it from him. Even if Toya didn’t like him back, he was sure the other wouldn’t stop being friends with him over it.. at least, he hoped.

At the moment, he was at the park, idly sitting on some swings waiting for his other groupmate to arrive. It was getting late, so there was no one there, which he was grateful for. He always felt a bit awkward singing in front of a crowd if it wasn’t at a show. The nervousness he felt in his stomach did not compare to how he felt when he finally saw Toya walking towards him, his heart settling deep into his stomach. He took a deep breath, then attempted to smile weakly.

“Toya.” He said, watching as the other let an easy smile slip into his face that completely melted Akito’s heart (as much as he would hate to admit it).

Forcing himself to act somewhat normal, he swallowed and watched the other join the swing beside him. “Ready?”

“Of course.” And the two spent the next hour running their duet together. Akito never really felt that he could admire Toya’s singing voice enough. Where his was powerful and loud, Toya’s was gentle and soft in a way that made you feel like you could fall asleep to it. It was truly his favorite sound. His normal voice was not much different, calm and controlled. Akito liked to listen to his voice.

“Sounds pretty good, huh?” Akito said after they finally ran through their duet without any mistakes and Toya nodded, agreeing. The pair fell into silence. By now, the sun had nearly set, causing a red glow in the sky and Akito allowed himself to think that Toya looked beautiful like this, and that’s when he realized it. It was time.

Taking a deep breath, because confessing is hard, he starts before he can talk himself out of it.

“Toya.” He says, but the other has decided to speak up too.

“Akito.”

“Ah— sorry. You.. first.” Akito mumbled, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. Toya looked down and paused, before making eye contact with Akito. A faint blush was planted on his features.

“Akito, I like you.”

What?

What?!

For a moment, Akito couldn’t respond. He couldn’t think at all, in complete disbelief, because not only did Toya like him of all people, he beat him to the punch. He cleared his throat as it started to feel dry and he brought a hand to his face.

“Y-you… wait, you like me?” Akito asked.

The blush on Toya’s face was more noticeable now and Akito would have teased him about it if he wasn’t sure that his face was just as flushed.

“I do.” Toya nodded. “Do you like me back?”

Yes. Is that even a question? Akito thought.

Then, he remembered Toya can’t read his mind and looked up at the other, awaiting his response. Akito averted his eyes.

“Of course I do.. wasn’t it obvious?” Akito muttered, quietly, but Toya heard it and when Akito looked back at him, the smile on Toya’s lips was one he would have spent all of his savings to see just for a second longer.

“Not at all.” Toya said. It shocked Akito, but Toya had always been.. sort of oblivious about these kinds of things. Afterall, everyone else seemed to know.

“Are we.. dating then?” Akito mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. He wasn’t sure if it was a stupid question, but he had to know and he needed a clear answer.

“Do you want to?” Toya responded, looking a bit nervous. As if he had anything to worry about, Akito thought to himself.

“Obviously.. you idiot.” Akito groaned, trying to ignore the fact his heart was racing a mile a minute and he was resisting the urge to die of happiness.

“So then.. what now?” Toya asked, when they both fell silent. Feeling bold, Akito allowed a smirk to slip onto his face. He took Toya’s face, pulling it closer to his.

“This.” He replied, when their lips finally met. He felt Toya smile against his mouth as the other deepened the kiss.

They each allowed their hands to roam, touching the other with fervor and desire they had always been afraid to act on. It was perfect. Akito had never felt happier and part of him wished that moments like this would never have to end.

And well, maybe it didn’t.

Because Toya liked him back. He liked him back.

He continued kissing Toya, biting his lip and relishing in the gasp Toya let out. That is, until Akito let out a gasp of his own.. for a completely different reason.

Toya’s hands had ended up caressing his backs and sides, two spots that made Akito feel ticklish. Toya didn’t seem to notice, but as he kept doing it, it was harder for Akito to keep his reactions at bay.

When he gasps again, Toya pulls away, concern written in his expression. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” Akito responded, unable to come up with a believable excuse. Toya looked at him with doubt.

“Are you sure? You were moving around a lot..” Toya examined his body before he seemed to come up with some conclusion. “Are you hurt?” He gently grazed his sides, as if trying to feel for an injury. Akito, not expecting his touch, giggled.

And then, it seems to click what was going on.

“Oh.” Toya realized, eyes widening and Akito blushes. Then, Toya sent him an amused smile and begins to tickle him… and Akito let him.

“T-tohohohoya!” Akito laughed, his voice raising an embarrassing octave.

“How have I never known you were ticklish?” Toya wondered, seemingly amazed by his discovery.

“I-I dohohon’t knohohow! Stahahap!” Akito gasped, squirming in the swing. It makes tickling Akito harder for Toya, but he doesn’t look like he minds.

“Do you really want me to?” Toya asked with a raised brow. The dying protests are all he needs as an answer.

“Hahahahaha!” Akito laughed, his hands trying to get Toya away from him.

“You’re beautiful.” He heard the other mutter, flustering him. The tickling was bad enough, but this was too much!

“Dohohon’t sahahahay thahat!” Akito chuckled, hiding his face with his hands. That idea backfired, because it gave Toya a lot more options to tickle him at.

“Say what?” Toya looked genuinely confused, making Akito feel like such a loser. He should not get so flustered by one measly compliment! “That you’re beautiful?”

Akito nodded, a squeal passing through his lips when Toya found a particularly sensitive spot on his ribs.

“But you are. You’re gorgeous. I’ve always known that.” And if Akito thought his face was burning before, he is sure he is one second away from spontaneously combusting right there. He tried groaning, but it sounded strangled.

“Nohohoho!”

“No?”

“Nohoho! Tohohoya!”

“Yes?” The worst thing about the situation was that Toya was absolutely amazing at tickling, his fingers precise and evilly gentle. It didn’t hurt at all and the touches were so light, Akito was shocked that he could feel it.. and feel it this much.

“Nohoho mohohore!” Akito shrieked, at last, when his cheeks began to hurt from smiling. Toya stopped, peppering his face with kisses. It flustered Akito to no end, but he didn’t stop the other, taking a few moments to catch his breath.

“Are you alright?” Toya asked, looking him in the eyes.

Akito smiled, looking back at him. “Yeah. I am.” Then he forced himself to frown. “But..”

“But?” Toya looked worried and he almost felt bad.

“Isn’t it your turn now?” Akito smiled, mischievous and devilishly. Toya unconsciously began moving back.

“W-whahahahaat?!” Toya laughed, now finding himself to be the victim as Akito pounced.

Akito looked at his partner—his boyfriend— laughing beside him and he couldn’t help but laugh as well. Yeah, he could get used to this.

[practickles]

Rough (Day) - Featherary Day 7

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lees: Akito Shinonome, Toya Aoyagi

Lers: Toya Aoyagi, Akito Shinonome

Romantic AkiToya

Word Ct: 1.7k

Warnings: Tickles

Summary: After the day Akito has had, all he wants is some playful affection from his boyfriend. Luckily, Toya is more than happy to both give and receive.

Yet another draft I dusted off and finished (read: finished, not polished/fixed/edited) for a birthday. Happy birthday Akito. Enjoy. You all can have some AkiToya as a treat.

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Akito stormed into the living room, tossed his bag on the ground, kicked off his shoes, and flopped onto the couch with a loud sigh.

"Hey." Toya greeted softly from his spot on the other end of the couch. He placed a bookmark to save where he was reading and set the book on the coffee table, giving his boyfriend his completely undivided attention. Toya knew he could be oblivious when it came to social situations but he prided himself in his astute ability to tell when Akito was upset. "Rough day?" 

Akito sighed again. "You wouldn't fucking believe it." He, with little grace, clambered across the couch to sit against Toya’s side, earning a slight, closed lip smile of both endearment and sympathy from the other. 

Toya was never certain how to comfort his partner in times like this but was glad to know Akito felt comfortable enough to initiate even a small action like that. Following his lead, Toya hesitantly guided his boyfriend's head onto his shoulder and ran a hand through his soft orange hair in a gentle, repetitive motion. "You want to talk about it?" 

Akito leaned into the touch and shut his eyes with a contented hum. "It's just dumbasses at work. Not much to talk about." 

"Ah, okay. If you're sure." Toya was concerned and couldn't help but feel a bit helpless. He couldn't stand to see the man he loved so stressed out. "Anything I can do?"

After a beat, Akito went slightly pink, burying his face into Toya's neck. Something clearly came to mind at the question and he seemed hesitant to share it. "No. No, just this is fine." He mumbled. He sounded as if he were trying to convince not only Toya, but also himself. It's a given that he utterly failed at both. 

Toya frowned. He knew when it came to affection, Akito had trouble asking for comfort. Still though, he couldn't help but hate it when his boyfriend was dishonest with him, especially about this. He only wanted to help however he could. "Hey." He turned his head to look at the man on his shoulder and squeezed his hand. "Kito? You know you can tell me anything? You don't need to be so embarrassed. It's just me."

The redhead flushed at how he was addressed. Toya wasn't typically one for nicknames, only resorting to them in moments of vulnerability. That genius idiot probably didn't even notice how the pet name made him want to spill his guts. He was far too weak to him. He took a deep breath, Toya would back off if he asked but that felt wrong. He wanted to be open. Unfortunately, open is hard to achieve when the subject is so... embarrassing. He opened his mouth, and closed it. "Yeah, I know. It's just that- well... Ugh." 

"Take your time. It's okay."

"I just... could you.. help me take my mind off it? With that dumb thing where we both... you know.... with the laughing?" Akito, the color of a tomato at this point, turned his face deeper into his partner to hide it.

Toya looked confused only for a moment before smiling fondly. "Oh. You mean you want to have a tickle fight?" 

The way he said it so casually rendered Akito speechless. He could only nod shyly. 

"Of course," Toya placed a gentle kiss on Akito's temple. "See? Nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm going to tickle you now. You can get me back if you'd like. Is that okay?" 

Akito, again, only gave a nod. 

Toya, not wanting to overwhelm him, wrapped an arm around the ginger and started to slowly trail his fingers over his sides. He was rewarded with little happy snickers slowly trickling into the room.

Akito felt a sudden burst of confidence overtake him through his laughter, energy flooding his chest like wildfire. His giggles seemed to melt away the tired frustration plaguing his heart and its place, an intense desire to get back at his boyfriend. He couldn't just sit here and take it. He wasn't going to let himself lose. He was going to turn that smug, stupid, beautiful smile into a panicked grin and make him scream in laughter. He did have permission after all. 

With no effort at all, Akito easily jerked himself from his boyfriend's clutches, flipped him onto his back, straddled his hips and began to claw wildly on his sides. 

"HAHAHA! AKIHITO!" Toya protested, immediately going limp at the surprise attack. "I- NAHAHAT- FAHAHAH!" He could barely even speak through his own wild peals of laughter.

"Not what? Not fair?" Akito grinned with a sense of satisfaction. "Hate to break it to you, hon, but life isn't fair." He leaned down close to Toya's neck, his breath making the pale skin tingle.

Time moved in slow motion for Toya as he felt his nerves light up in the brightest little firework explosions. If Akito managed to get his sides and neck at the same time, they both knew he was absolutely done for. He initially was unsure of how Akito was going to react to the tickles and, consequently, wanted to take it gently, at least to start. However, it seemed like his boyfriend had other plans, in a cruel betrayal leading him to his current predicament. He didn't have much time. All he knew was that he had to think of a way to get his boyfriend off of him and fast. He used the last of his strength to force himself forward enough to make a desperate grab at Akito's calves, dragging his short, blunt nails across them, just controlled enough not to scratch. 

The effect was immediate. Akito jerked back in surprise with a squeal, halting his attack on the soft sides in front of him just long enough for Toya to squirm out from under him, red faced and panting, and scramble a few feet away. He looked Akito in the eyes from their positions across from each other, eyes shining with pure mirth and adoration. "For someone who plahays so dirty, you're a bit ticklish yourself." He giggled out. 

"Oh you are so gonna get it now!" Akito yelled with a playful grin as he made a dive for Toya. "Come back her-HEHHE!"

He was cut off by ten fingers wiggling quickly into his tummy with the precision of a well practiced musician, targeting the carefully studied spots Toya knew would get him flailing and squealing like there's no tomorrow. Still tickling, Toya carefully pushed Akito onto his back, laying his own body on top of him. He was so weak from his still ongoing laughter and thrashing, Akito had no choice but to let him. 

Before he even had the chance to fight back, Toya readjusted himself and burrowed his head under his shirt, punctuating the movement with a large raspberry directly onto the unprotected belly. If Akito was going to go for his worst, he didn't see why he couldn't do the same in return.

“NOHOHOT THEHRE! SHIHIT TOYA!” His pleas fell on deaf ears as he felt Toya take in another breath of air to torment him with. “NAHAHAT AGAHAIHN! PLEHEHASE!” 

The next raspberry from hell was accompanied by Toya shaking his head back and forth like a wet dog trying to dry itself off. Akito had no time to dwell on the absurd juxtaposition that was his loving boyfriend acting even remotely similar to such a filthy creature; The soft blue locks of hair now adding to the sensation on his most ticklish spot served as quite the distraction. Akito threw his head back in shrieks of laughter and kicked with every scrap of remaining movement in his legs. He begged and shouted profanities that lost more and more clarity by the second. Damn Toya and his damn breath support. 

By the time Toya finished his raspberry, his partner had long since been reduced to no more than a babbling mess of insults and giggles. He panted desperately, thanking whatever was out there that had granted him freedom from his merciless boyfriend. The boyfriend so horrid and unjust that his gaze upon emerging from under his shirt was nothing but… soft. Toya looked at the other with nothing but love and maybe a hint of concern in his gray irises. He sat back on Akito’s legs, giving him room to sit up and breathe against the arm of the couch. 

“My apologies Akito. I didn’t mean for that to be so.. Intense. I hope I didn’t go too far.” He seemed shy. Embarrassed. He avoided direct eye contact. Good thing there was an easy fix for that. 

“Oh-” Akito gasped, still exhausted and taking in all the fresh air he could. “That was too far alright-” 

Toya’s face hardened with guilt. 

“-because you are so dead now. I hope that little stunt was worth it.” He smirked. 

Guilt turned to confusion. Confusion turned to realization. Realization turned to panic. Panic turned to whatever happens when embarrassment, dread, and unadulterated love for another mixed together in one large cocktail of red faced emotion. 

Akito,still laying down, pulled him close into what those unacquainted to Akito-typical ticklish revenge may have mistaken for just an innocent hug. Toya, however, knew better. That particular strain of naivete thinking had been ruined a long, long time ago. He giggled nervously, knowing full well what was about to come. 

“Any last words?” Akito teased directly into his ear, “Wanna apologize yet?” 

The defiant proclamation in return was said through a growing fit of anticipatory giggles. “I refuse to apologize for anything that makes you smile.” 

“Oi. Shut up, you.” Those were the last coherent words Toya would process for a while as his partner’s hands retreated from their gentle grasp on his waist to drilling deep into his hips. Though it was impossible to say Toya was wrong. This did make Akito happy. He loved the laughing and how distracting everything was and how he could make his stoic boyfriend squeal like a little kid. 

Toya thrashed and laughed his hardest at the tickling but none of it even came close to the warmth he felt looking at Akito’s mouth curled into a smile. Smug and determined of course, but happy nonetheless. 

Bad moods and worse days were always going to be inevitable, but with just as much certainty to the young couple, there was always the other waiting at home to make it all go away. 

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We're going to collectively pretend that 9 months after a prompt list is an acceptable time frame to continue to work on said prompt list. Okay? Okay.

[kairoscler]

AkiKasa fic where Tsukasa wants to teach his boyfriend some classic WxS style moves, and Akito is too embarrassed. So Tsukasa does something more embarrassing to him so Akito wouldn't be embarrassed of dancing like the theatre kids.

lee!Akito

ler!Tsukasa

DANCE!! AND!! SING!!

Rehearsal was over, but that day was particularly unusual because Akito and Toya had come to watch the group rehearse this time. Emu and Nene had exchanged knowing looks because the four boys were obviously dating with how they teased each other. The girls didn't mind, though.

Akito had stood still to answer a text from Ena while Emu and Nene ran off, planning a next date and Toya and Rui went to Rui's place because Toya took interest in the machine Rui was testing out this rehearsal.

So Tsukasa waited until Akito finished his rather long text before calling over to him with a bright smile, "Hey, Akito-kun! Wanna learn the new choreography we just came up with??"

"Now? Why?" Akito tilted his head at the blond, seeming rather hesitant.

"Come ooooon~" Tsukasa whined, "I wanna teach you some moves, Akitoooo~"

"What makes you think I'd want to dance like you lot, Tsukasa-senpai?" Akito challenges back puffing his cheeks a little in a pout, "You guys move like idiots compared to Vivid Bad Squad!"

Tsukasa lets out an overdramatic gasp with his hand over his chest, taking a step back in faux offense, "Akito-kun! How dare you?!" But Tsukasa couldn’t stop the small smile that made itself known right after, thinking that Akito's pout was adorable.

“What?” Akito raises an eyebrow at Tsukasa quizzically, though he was also smiling a little now at his boyfriend’s dramatic act, “It’s true, though! I get second hand embarrassment just watching you idiots!”

And thus, Tsukasa steps even further back with an even more dramaticly surprised gasp, “Seriously?!” He practically yells.

“Well that’s just unacceptable! As a future star, it is my duty to make sure my friends and boyfriends can have fun with me!” Tsukasa was still speaking loudly, and that made Akito blush a little and cringe because, “Tsukasa, you know we’re still technically in public, right?”

“Yeah, why? It’s not like anyone else would still be hanging around here this late!” The blond’s bright smile almost blinded Akito for a moment when he fully looked at him, and the redhead rolled his eyes just to have an excuse to look away. And then Tsukasa came up with an idea. His smile turned determined while Akito was looking away.

“Ne, Akito-kun~ I can’t just leave that alone, it’s no good if you’re so embarrassed about your boyfriends~” Tsukasa slowly approached Akito, wiggling his fingers teasingly.

Akito tenses, growling out a “Don’t you dare…” as Tsukasa slowly approached.

The redhead stepped back as Tsukasa approached, but it didn’t take long for his back to hit the stage, then he made a dash for it, his partner hot on his heels. He made the attempt to trip Tsukasa up by jumping a couple of the benches because of course Akito would be the type to try and look cool with parkour. But Tsukasa was also quite athletic, despite acting like quite the klutz.

Over benches, through an isle, and up on stage, the chase went on. Upon jumping onto the stage, Akito didn’t exactly get the best footing and fell backward, giving Tsukasa the perfect chance to catch him, arms around his torso, chest against his back, and it causes them both to fall.

Both boys freeze for just a moment before Tsukasa tightened his grip on Akito, arms wrapped around and hands moving down to tickle his boyfriend’s abdomen.

"Pfft-" Akito squirmed, coverings mouth with his hands and already blushing as he made his attempted escape, but with Akito laying on top of Tsukasa, unable to use his arms, and Tsukasa's arms firmly wrapped around Akito, it was fairly obvious the redhead had no escape.

"Ath- thahahat- that's nahahat how it wohuhuhrks, you i-idihihiot-" his laughter flows from between his fingers which were still covering his mouth.

"Akito-kun! I know it's embarrassing, but if something even more embarrassing happens then you won't be as embarrassed to dance with me, right?" He reasoned, logic so ridiculous to the redhead that he couldn't help but respond, yet the second he opened his mouth to speak, laughter came bursting out with the words, mixing with the slight breathlessness from running.

Akito was attempting to wiggle out of Tsukasa's grip when the blonde's fingers slid down to Akito's hips. That made him buck his hips up with a sudden squeal that surprised both Tsukasa and himself, suddenly pausing as the blonde also paused in surprise.

"Akito... you just-"

"No, stohop, shuhut up, Tsukahasa-" Akito interrupts, causing Tsukasa to feign a bit of a frown as he re-strengthened his grip around Akito, and it causes the redhead to start to struggle again.

And Tsukasa went to town on Akito's hips again, interrupting Akito's words.

"Don't be rude, Akito-kun! That was absolutely adorable!"

"Nohohuhahahaha- AAH!" When a finger dipped into his navel suddenly, it made him kick out with his legs and slam his feet back to the ground, voice raising as he almost couldn't stand the sensations both on his hip and in his navel, "AHAHAHAHAHA- AH NAHAHAHAHA"

And yet, the redhead wasn't struggling all that much. If he really wanted to, he might actually be able to break free from Tsukasa, yet he didn't. His hands were even still clasped to his mouth, though his hands were hardly doing much to keep the giggles within the boy.

Tsukasa noticed this lack of struggling and smiled brightly, "Akito-kun doesn't seem to be TOO desperate to escape... could it be that you actually like being tickled?"

The blush that had already formed from laughing deepened at the tease, only obvious to Tsukasa because of the blush spreading to Akito's ears and neck.

And when Akito felt fingers move to his thighs, his struggling renewed, stomping down his feet multiple times as he practically screamed his objection.

"AHH- NAHAHAHA MERHERCY MERHERHERCYHEHE-"

Only then did he move his hands away from his face, actually trying to grab at the hand with a finger dipping into his navel. He missed a couple times, but when he finally grabbed Tsukasa’s arm, the blond stopped and gave Akito a moment to catch his breath.

“Fine, fihihine…” Akito spoke through phantom ticklish sensations as soon as he caught his breath, “… fihine, I’ll join you, but only this once because there’s no one else around.”

Akito secretly very much enjoyed that… though it wasn’t much of a secret to Tsukasa.

[anzynai]

JAIIII!!!! Congrats on 300, you hella deserve it cause god, your writing is so adorable and amazing. Which is why I am on my hands and knees asking for lee!akito with ler!an & toya? (if you see fit maybe throw kohane in there)

for ideas or anything to work off of, perhaps akito has been practicing the same song all day, even when the others decided to stop for the night. so they try to distract akito or throw him off by tickling him while he tries to sing so he finally takes it easy with them. LOVE YOU SO MUCH BEAUTIFUL I HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZING WEEK

LYNN MY LOVE MY POOKIE THANK U FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK!!!! i havent written for them in a while so praying my characterization hasnt gotten, like… rusty 🙏🙏 but its fine. live laugh love lee akito, enjoy pooks <33

alsooo uhh, +10 points (which serve no purpose at all) and a kiss on the forehead if u can identify the vbs song i chose right at the beginning. ….. its like three words but shhhh

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“i shout far away a-AHAHAHAS?! w-whahahat thehe hehehell!?” akito began to sing before four hands on his sides interrupted him. toya and an’s hands, matter of fact.

“you’ve been practicing for way too long. it’s time to end it for tonight,” toya answered his unspoken question, prodding his finger in between his sensitive ribs. akito tried to resist against the smile that tried to appear on his face, but it ended up in a crooked smile instead.

“yeah~ we get you wanna sing perfectly, but we’ve got time!“ an added, and kohane nodded and giggled in agreement. she wasn’t tickling akito, opting to stay out of it this time, which akito was internally grateful for. toya and an were not showing him any mercy.

he tried to respond but any protests he had died on his throat when an slid her hands underneath his armpits, scribbling.

“stahahahap, you g-guhuhuhuys!” akito giggled, a blush blossoming on his face. toya, instead of stopping, began to knead his fingers into the divots of akito’s hips, squeezing every bit of skin that he could find in an embarrassingly effective manner.

“if we stop, you’ll go right back to singing until you lose your voice,” toya sighs as akito closed his eyes, somewhat in shame but also in embarrassment. they knew him too well, didn’t they?

“nohoho, i wohouldn’t!” akito still tried, weakly. an clicked her tongue.

“that sounded like a lie,” she said, then looked to toya and kohane, who seemed to be in agreement. she turned back to akito, her smile turning devious, meaning nothing good was going to come to him. “but that’s okay. i think we can change your mind.”

“nohohohoho!” akito laughed, only praying that the worst of it had already passed. (it didn’t.)

[practickles]

This was an anonymous request that I lost the original ask for, but to whoever sent that: I hope this is to your standards. I was so so happy to see it when I got it: ler!An and lee!Akito have my whole heart, especially together. Sorry about the delay getting this out. Enjoy!

Failed Tests and Ler-ned Lessons

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: Akito Shinonome

Ler: An Shiraishi

Ambiguous AkiAn

Warnings: Tickles, being "trapped" (he could easily get out of it if he wanted), tickles under a shirt

Summary: While Akito is moping, An makes a certain discovery and proceeds to take full advantage of it.

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Akito shoved open the door to the Weekend Garage and made an immediate beeline to his usual spot at a table in the corner, away from most of the other patrons. He threw himself into the booth, set his backpack onto the floor, moved close to the wall, and put his head in his arms on the table with a loud huff. Unusually unaccompanied by Toya, who had volunteered to stay after school for library duty, insisting Akito go ahead without him, he was alone at the table to wallow in his own personal pool of irritation. And with both Toya and Kohane at school activities, and An at work (if you could call bouncing around the cafe making idle chatter with customers “work”), the executive decision had been made to push Vivid Bad Squad’s practice back an hour that day, meaning Akito was well and truly undistracted from the situation he had put himself in. 

That was until a certain ombre haired waitress, likely with little intention to actually serve him, approached the table.

“Hey Akito! What’s going on? You seem upset about something,” An asked, cheerful as ever, but not without an air of genuine concern. 

Without even looking up, Akito wordlessly reached into his bag, yanked out a piece of paper as if it had personally shoved him to the ground and spat on him, and put it face up where the number circled in bright red pen was clearly visible to her.

Upon seeing the torn and crumpled test flipped onto the table, An, ever sympathetic and merciful in all things Akito, laughed right into his face, her previous concern melting away in an instant. 

“Ohoh my god Akito, not even I did that bad. Seriously. What even happened?” She slid herself into the booth next to him, making it clear she had no plans of leaving anytime soon. 

His face went slightly red in embarrassed frustration. “I don't know! Stop laughing at me, you jerk. I don’t even know why you care so much about how I did on some damn test.” Akito lifted his head only to cross his arms and slump his shoulders, sparing a sharp glare for the girl at his side. 

"I'm just saying you get the grade you study for," An smiled teasingly. “Assuming you did any studying.”

Akito only sighed. Why in the world did he decide to talk to her of all people? She was just as bad as he was about grades, he just happened to get unlucky this time. "Yeah, and you're one to talk. How about you pick up a book yourself, you hypocrite." He mumbled bitterly. 

An gasped, still not letting up on the mocking. "That's a big word, Akito! I'm surprised you know what it means. Toya teach it to you?" That infuriating grin was still spread wide across her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“If you’re here just to be an ass, leave me alone,” Akito snapped. He put his head back down with an audible thump. 

Her face softened slightly, sensing she was putting salt into something of an open wound. “Alright, alright. I’ll give it a rest for now. But only because someone,” She gave a firm poke to his side to accentuate her words. “Can’t take a little teasing.” 

Suddenly, he jolted up straight and made a strangled sort of squeak at the action, a reaction unexpected from both of them. Akito’s eyes widened as he realized what had just happened. The electric shock sent though his body made it hard not to let the sides of his lips quirk into a small smile. It was truly a wonder he could still maintain his annoyed scowl.

She looked confused, as if Akito had presented her with one of the problems on the pitiful test still sitting in front of them. “Wait. What in the world was that?” She asked, before poking the spot again.

This time, the smile was not so easily kept at bay. Additionally, to the horror and mortification of the boy in question, a small, breathy giggle came with it. He was frozen in an odd combination of nervousness and chagrin. 

In contrast, An looked like a little kid on Christmas morning at the new discovery. “Akito~?”

“Shut the hell up right now.”

“Are you ticklish?” Her grin split her face. They both knew the question was pointless: An already knew the answer.

“I said shut up!” He flushed and noticed immediately that he had no viable escape. He was trapped in the booth with his attacker blocking the only possible exit. Moving closer to the wall would only leave him less room, moving towards An was an obvious no, and there was no way he’d fit if he tried to duck under the low table. 

Shit. There was no way out of this, especially given An’s expression of pure glee and determination. 

“Ohh, but I think you’re gonna shut up first.” She smirked and used both hands to continue to poke, now with intention, right into his side. 

“Pft-! Ha! An-!” With every poke, Akito breathed out a noise halfway between a squawk and a snort. He couldn’t help but make an attempt to escape the touch and wiggled backwards until he felt his back press against the cool wall. 

An followed him effortlessly, poking and prodding at his side and cooing at the odd sounds he was making. “Is someone a little too ticklish? Hm? Can someone not sit still and take his tickles?” 

“Na, not -shihit!- not fuhuhcking ticklish!” He clearly was trying to sound threatening and aggressive, but wholeheartedly failed as giggles overtook his words and shook his shoulders.

“I don’t know. You seem pretty ticklish to me. Maybe it’s just your sides that ‘aren’t ticklish’?” An drew out her words with a high pitched lilt that drove Akito all the way up the wall and back. She knew full well what she was doing to him. His rosy cheeks and ears, though turned away from her, were still visible enough to provide a plethora of evidence of just how bad this got to him. Her poking traveled up to his ribs, carefully placed between the bones. 

Squeaks and soft squeals joined the assorted symphony that was Akito’s poorly stifled laughter. He didn’t even bother talking again, for if he did, he knew any hopes of getting a grip on himself would be fleeting faster than they already were. God, was she seriously trying to kill him? Every touch pushed him further past the point of return and closer to giddy helplessness. At this rate, he didn’t know if the embarrassment or the effort of holding back would kill him first. 

The pokes were maddening, even through the protective layers of his shirt and jacket. It was impossible to tell where he’d next feel the intense sensation. Sometimes An would even poke and let it linger a little longer with a slight wiggle of the offending digit, just to see Akito’s shocked expression. 

“Yep!” An said with a particularly severe wiggle. “Definitely ticklish! Why’d you never say anything? I don’t know why you’d feel the need to hide something so adorable, Akito-!” Her words seemed sweet and complementary on the surface, but he could see right through her ruse to the agonizingly patronizing intention behind it. 

“Dahamnihit! EE! Yohou’re so fuhucking embarrassing!” He squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to ignore the teasing and keep up his tough persona, no matter how shattered it already was. His body, however, had different plans as it betrayed him with every jerk, sound, and smile he made at the gentle touch.

An giggled at the outburst, further erupting Akito’s face into flames. “Well maybe you’re too easily embarrassed. It's just a little tickling. This is just exposure therapy.” 

“Wahait! NahAHA!” His volume suddenly spiked in response to another one of An’s wiggles to his ribs.

She stopped for only a moment to figure out what she had done, eerily similar to the way Akito’s torment had gotten started in the first place. She moved her finger experimentally around in an attempt to recreate the reaction. She went back and forth across the area that had triggered it, following the natural curve of the ribcage. 

To Akito, this was somehow worse than the actual tickling. Knowing she was wandering around as he was helpless to stop her. Stubborn as An could be, she wouldn’t stop until she had her answer. She was just being so… delicate right now. Why couldn’t she get back to tickling him already? Wait. No. No. No. He was not going to start thinking thoughts like that. 

She mumbled mostly to herself (and if it made Akito just a bit more flustered, that was for him and him only to know), “What was it? Wait. Maybe.” Her wiggling changed again, now going up and down his ribs and falling gently into the small divots between them like a cloth to a washboard. 

“EHEHA! AHAN!” Akito shook his head back and forth, barely putting a dent into the wave of ticklishness he was feeling. 

Bingo.

Abandoning the poking, An opted to lightly scratch up and down Akito’s ribs, delighting in the giggles and deep laughter that it caused. He was clearly now unable to even attempt to hold back his smile as his laughter came more freely. Realistically, it was because of exhaustion wearing down at his defenses, but An, optimistic to a fault, hoped it was because he was becoming more comfortable. “You know, I think you might be the most ticklish person I've ever met. You're really losing it, huh?” 

“Nahahah! Nahat trhuhue!” Were he thinking more clearly, even Akito would have realized just how stupid that phrase was for someone in his position. 

An gasped in mock offense as a devious smile came forward. “I think it is true though,” She made quick work of using her hand to weave and worm a passage under the bottom of Akito’s numerous layers of jacket and sweatshirt, completely obliterating any sense of defense he had. “If you’re that ticklish over all this fabric, imagine how bad it’ll be when I get your bare skin~” 

“Plehease!” Akito’s eyes widened in giddy panic and his mouth spilled nervous giggles. 

He felt the careful sensation of An’s hand brushing past on its way up to his ribs, but stopped in its tracks the moment it grazed his tummy, making Akito jerk forwards, then back again. The soft hand then, straying from what was clearly the original plan, gave an experimental flutter along the toned belly it had just discovered. 

The result was instantaneous. He cackled and doubled over, attempting to dislodge the hand or at least, for the love of God, make it firmer. The tiny tickles sent goosebumps through his whole body, and as much as he hated it, seemed to make him grow in sensitivity, which was the absolute last thing he needed right now. “FuhuCK YouhoHOU!”

Ignoring the insult, and clearly pleased with the result, An kept up a steady flutter of her fingertips all over his abdomen. It was a horribly conflicting feeling for her victim. He wanted to squirm and fight it, he wanted to sit still and enjoy it. He wanted her to be rougher, he wanted her to be more gentle, still. He wanted to yell and swear and scream, he wanted to beg her for more. He wanted her back at his ribs, he wanted her to stay where she was forever. He wanted to never talk about this again, he wanted this every day. He just wanted more, more, more in the most difficult way possible.

“Did I find someone’s little tickle spot? I think I diiid~” The fluttering gradually switched to five fingers grabbing and squeezing the spot with vigor, resulting in a major spike in the pitch of laughter. The other hand formed a similar claw shape and joined its counterpart under Akito’s hoodie, but instead of assisting with the attack on the tummy, went up to claw up and down at his ribs. 

It was safe to say that what little of his mind he had left, was yanked away by the sudden onslaught. He doubled over and nothing but the occasional insult or swear was comprehensible through his peals of laughter. He was shaking and red faced like he had never been in his life, pushing weakly at An’s hands, and now completely sapped of energy to do anything else but laugh. 

At long last, An had decided he had had enough, retracted her hands, and moved away from him slightly to let him gasp for air. He sat an embarrassingly long time, doing nothing but giggling and panting. “Ahhah- Ahn you asshole. Whaht’s wrong with yohouh?” 

“Don’t give me that when you know full well you loved it.” She poked his nose. “As many words and complaints you had, you never told me to stop even once.” 

Akito groaned and placed his head back on the table, where it had laid before his teammate decided today was the day he died. 

The welcome bell over the door rang and two familiar figures entered, both with a school bag slung over their shoulders. 

“What happened here?” Toya asked, walking towards the table, tailed closely by Kohane. He took one look at the exhausted, flushed form on the table and felt as if he had missed something important. “Is he okay?” 

“Tell him and you’re next, Shiraishi,” Akito warned sternly, leaving no doubt as to whether he meant it. 

An could only giggle at the tired threat and ruffle the sweaty, orange lump of hair next to her. She turned to speak to Toya. “Yeah, he’s okay, don’t worry. Though he may be a little out of commission for practice today.” Ignoring the grumbled protest at her words, she slid out of the booth, letting Toya take her place next to his partner.

For now at least, Akito’s adorable sensitivity would remain a secret, even in spite of the many, many, many, more tickle attacks that were sure to come.

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When Akito is tickled, he swears like a 12 year old boy who just learned the word "fuck" and I stand by that.

Also this got about halfway through being proofread before I got impatient. Bear with me. I'll probably finish it tomorrow.