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Lee!Togami

Hello there~ Here's a small thing I did real quick, 'cause why not?

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TickleTober 2022 || Day 5: Punishment

(Oh, look, one I actually finished askghsghtfjgt

This one’s a bit of a long one because...well, I love Togami, and I wanna see the snarky glasses boi get wrecked. Can you tell that I have a favorite character archetype? We’ll see how the rest of Tickletober goes, I’m still figuring things out with school and whatnot. For now, enjoy this!

Here’s the link to the list I’m using! https://at.tumblr.com/august-anon/hello-hello-everyone-i-decided-to-try-my-hand/lm113m2d826u)

Warning: This is a tickle fic, and I run a SFW tickle-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but please do not reblog if you are a primarily kink-themed blog. Thank you for respecting my boundaries.

Fandom: Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Ship: Naegami (Platonic)

Characters: Lee!Byakuya Togami, Ler!Makoto Naegi

Words: 2367

Potential Warnings: !MASSIVE SPOILERS! for the entire first game! Also, Togami’s a little bitch, and there is some fighting/arguing in the beginning.

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It was a discussion they’d had many times before. Marching down the halls of Hope’s Peak Academy, Makoto Naegi chased after his sort-of-friend and classmate, Byakuya, shouting after him and trying desperately to not lose his temper. He’d had to do this too many times already.

“Listen, Togami, just because she was noisy doesn’t mean--”

“All I said was the truth,” the blond responded, not breaking his pretentiously confident stride. “If she can’t handle that, then maybe she’s not fit to be here at Hope’s Peak.”

Byakuya and Makoto had been in class together not five minutes prior to this conversation -- Makoto had been catching up on some work that he needed to finish, and, as per usual, Byakuya had been reading. Aoi Asahina, who was also in the class, had been chatting with friends rather than doing any classwork. Her conversation was a bit loud, but it wasn’t so disruptive that Makoto couldn’t focus, so he’d let it be.

Unfortunately, Byakuya had thought otherwise.

He’d suddenly gotten up out of his chair and snapped his book shut, rudely asking Aoi to “quit her yapping.” Aoi, truly a gentle-hearted person, had started to apologize -- her erudite classmate immediately interrupted her, calling her a “vapid, shallow social butterfly,” and then labelling her an idiot. Poor Aoi, bottom lip trembling and eyes glassy, had darted out of the classroom, with her dearest companion Sakura close behind. When the room exploded in protest, everyone accusing Byakuya of several transgressions, he’d left the room, and Makoto took it upon himself to follow and try to remedy the situation.

This as not the first time that something like this had happened, but this was the harshest that Byakuya had been for some time. Makoto was doing his absolute best to not lose his patience.

“It’s not the truth, that’s subjective,” the brunet teen began, “and even if it was true, it’s still a mean thing to say. You could have been much more polite.”

“‘Mean?’ That’s subjective,” Byakuya replied coolly, pausing his march down the hallway to meet Makoto’s gaze. “If she can’t handle hardships or criticism, she doesn’t belong at Hope’s Peak -- this school is for the best of the best, not whiny children.”

Makoto clenched his fist and took a deep breath.

“She’s not a ‘whiny child,’ Togami, you hurt her feelings.”

“Who cares about her feelings?” the prodigy snarked, pushing up his glasses. “She should learn to keep her mouth shut.”

“She’s your friend!”

“She’s annoying.”

“And what makes you think that you’re any better than her?” Makoto shouted, beginning to lose his typically well-kept temper.

“I don’t think that I’m better than her,” Byakuya argued back, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms defiantly. “I know that I’m better than her.”

That finally set Makoto off -- in a moment of pure anger, he lunged at his classmate, tackling him to the ground. Naturally, Byakuya was caught off-guard, and a scuffle ensued as the blond tried to regain control of the situation.

“Naegi, what the hell are you doing?!--” Byakuya asked with a demanding tone, trying to push Makoto off of him. His efforts went to waste -- his classmate, though shorter, had more experience using his physical strength.

The brunet gripped Byakuya’s shirt collar, lifting him up slightly. “Don’t you ever say that about Asahina! You’re not better than her, you’re not better than anyone here--! Why won’t you just listen?!”

“Naegi, let me go--” the prodigy began to protest, attempting to sit up all the way. Makoto, in defiance, gripped his sides and pushed him back down onto the ground. “W-wait, hang on--”

“You need to apologize!”

“We can talk about this--”

“Oh, we’re way past talking,” Makoto growled. “You had that chance already, and you decided to be awful instead.”

“Just-- Just let me go--” Byakuya tried one last time to get back up, pushing himself up with his elbows. Makoto was not having it -- he straddled Byakuya and sat on top of him to keep him down. Then, anger still pulsing through his veins, he gripped his classmate tighter, pushing him all the way down flat.

“APOLOGIZE!”

“W-wAIT--!”

Byakuya’s high-pitched, borderline fearful yelp made Makoto’s heart tighten painfully -- his rage forgotten at once, he stopped to observe his classmate closely, watching for any signs of injury. Thankfully, the prodigy did not seem to be hurt, but he was staring up at Makoto with wide eyes. Though, he did not seem to be afraid either -- apprehensive, yes, but with an expression that read nervousness rather than terror.

Makoto began to take notice of some other details as well. Byakuya’s hands were clamped desperately onto his wrists, he was trying to force a stern expression, and his face was flushed with a vibrant red color that started in the center of his face and spread out.

The cogs in the brunet’s head clicked into place suddenly as he realized where his own hands were -- and, with great, triumph, his worried manner gave way to a small grin.

Upon seeing this shift in demeanor, Byakuya panicked. “Naegi, listen to me,” he growled, clearly still putting on a snarky façade. “This is idiotic. Just let me up--”

“And why should I listen to you?” Makoto interrupted. “You completely disregarded both me and Asahina. I think you deserve a little punishment, don’t you?”

Byakuya’s sarcasm dissolved instantaneously. “Y-you don’t have to do this. I’m not even--”

“Not even what? Ticklish?” Makoto finished, nearly giggling aloud at the way that Byakuya’s face grew even redder. “I think you’re lying, Togami.”

“Naegi, don’t you dare--”

Without waiting for his classmate to finish, Makoto dug in, squeezing Byakuya’s sides once again and watching as the prodigy collapsed into startled laughter.

“NahaHA! N-Nahaehehegi! Gehehet ohohoff!”

Makoto’s eyes sparkled -- Byakuya’s laugh, which he’d only heard as cynical and low chuckles before, was made up of genuine giggling and the occasional high-pithed squeal. In contrast to how he presented himself, it was loud and almost disorderly -- though, he was visibly taking great care to try and restrain himself.

“Mm, why should I get off?” the brunet mused, his intonation feigning confusion as he continued to absentmindedly knead at his classmate’s soft sides. “I mean, I think you kind of deserve this.”

“Y-yohou’re such a ch-chihihild!” the blond protested, trying in vain to pull Makoto’s hands away from his lower torso. The lucky student smirked confidently and pinched his fingers downwards, with his hands reaching Byakuya’s hips and earning a strangled squeal in return.

“I’m the child? Really?” Makoto queried skeptically. “You’re the one being so stubborn. If you just apologize to Asahina, I’ll stop.”

The prodigy gritted his teeth, still trying to restrain his laughter. “G-gohoho to hehehell!”

Makoto’s smile became a touch devious. “Fine. Let’s see where you’re most ticklish, then.”

“W-whAT--?! No, nohoho, nonono--!”

Byakuya’s pleas were lost in his mirth, washed away like sand in the waves as Makoto’s fingers darted up and dug into his armpits. The lucky student scribbled into his hollows, scratching lightly and drawing little circles with his nails. He tried not to laugh himself as Byakuya kicked slightly and arched his back.

“How’s this spot, then?” Makoto asked after a few more moments.

“Ahawfuhuhul! Stohohop!”

“Really?” Makoto hummed. “Alright, alright. Let’s try somewhere else, then.” As he spoke, he pulled his hands away from Byakuya’s armpits and brought them down to his stomach. That was the brunet’s worst spot -- any tickling there would usually get him to crumple helplessly to the floor in seconds. He wasn’t quite sure what Byakuya’s reaction would be, but he wanted to try.

Makoto allowed the prodigy a moment to breathe -- just a moment -- before kneading his stomach carefully and watching him instinctively curl inwards.

“Nahaha-- N-Nahaehegi--!” Byakuya gasped out, his laughter a touch softer but still somewhat restrained. His bright, scarlet red blush had spread to most of his face by that point, and his ears were also a touch red themselves -- he brought his hands up to try and hide it, but that proved to be difficult, as he was also trying to instinctively protect his stomach. “D-dohohon’t!”

“Don’t what?” the brunet teased, voice calmer than before.

“Nohohahat th-thehehere!” Byakuya whined back, now fully resigned to closing his eyes and “protecting” his stomach with one hand while covering his face with the other. His smile was crooked, but surprisingly not strained or painful.

“Why not? Isn’t this better than your armpits?”

“Ihit’s sohoho stupihihid!”

Makoto actually chuckled aloud at his classmate’s indignance; he steeled himself shortly after and lifted his hands back up.

“What’s stupid is the fact that you won’t apologize to Asahina. If you just promise to do that, I’ll stop.”

Byakuya took the brief respite gratefully, catching his breath and not uttering a word. His blond bangs, now disheveled, hung in front of his flushed face as he inhaled and exhaled heavily in a slow, shaky rhythm.

“Will you apologize?”

There was a beat between the two. The prodigy looked up at Makoto, his blue-grey eyes glassy but filled with his usual sardonic frost. They had a glimmer to them that echoed Makoto’s own defiance and determination.

“As if.”

Instantaneously, Makoto’s hands darted back down, latching onto Byakuya’s ribs and pinching up and down mercilessly. The prodigy outright shrieked and tossed his head backwards, squeezing his eyes shut once again and losing himself in his wobbly, borderline chaotic laughter.

“GAHAHAHA! N-NAHAEHEGIHI--!” the blond managed to gasp out eventually. His classmate was still snickering at his outburst of a reaction.

“I think I found your worst spot, Togami~”

“SH-SHUHUHUT UHUP!”

Makoto blinked a little bit at the rudeness, leaning down a bit closer to his classmate. “Now, that’s not a very nice thing to say, is it? Maybe you need to apologize to two people now.”

Byakuya had the audacity to refuse, shaking his head frantically in reply. The lucky student internally decided that he needed to be punished more as a result, and with a few quick motions he untucked Byakuya’s button-up and shoved his hands underneath, meeting the bare skin over his ribs.

“WAHAHAIT--!” Byakuya’s cackling immediately jumped in pitch, and he reacted very quickly by trying to grab Makoto’s arms and push him away. He bucked his hips and arched his back multiple times in an effort to throw the brunet off, and when that failed, he resolved to desperately holding himself, still squirming and twisting away from the touch.

“Had enough yet?” Makoto asked a few moments later, his tone somewhere between mischievous and lecturing. When Byakuya didn’t answer, he maneuvered his hands closer to the prodigy’s back, still along his ribs -- Byakuya gasped and fell into silent laughter for a moment before dissolving into cackling and frantic blabbering, rendered almost completely wordless by Makoto’s pinching and scribbling.

“IHI’M SOHOHORRY!” he yelled out after a moment, reaching up and gripping the brunet’s hoodie like his life depended on it. “PLEHEHAHASE!”

Makoto smiled triumphantly and let up almost instantly, pulling his hands out of Byakuya’s shirt and letting him breathe. The blond fell backwards and just lied down for a brief period of time, heaving and protectively covering his upper torso. His hair was an absolute mess, his neatly-pressed uniform was now wrinkled and unkempt, and his glasses were even slightly off-kilter. Makoto was almost endeared by the sight of it.

“So?” the lucky student prompted. Byakuya looked up, his usually-piercing eyes cloudy and lacking their malice.

“I s-said I’m sorry,” he mumbled, sitting upright.

“I heard you.” Makoto finally got off of Byakuya and helped him to his feet, his gentle smile returning to his expression at last. “But you still need to apologize to Asahina for what you said.”

Byakuya grumbled, fixing his glasses and then fussing with his uniform. “I know. I’ll tell her later, when she feels like speaking to me again.”

“Or you could tell me now,” a third voice chimed in, and the two boys turned to see Aoi leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

“Asahina--” Byakuya stammered out, still trying to fix his unprofessional appearance. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” the pro swimmer answered with a slight laugh, stepping away from the wall. “I didn’t know you were ticklish. You really got him, huh, Naegi?”

“I guess so,” Makoto agreed, chuckling at the way that Byakuya’s face went beet red. Aoi seemed to not be as distraught anymore, and that was a relief -- but the redness in her eyes and the stiffness in her usually-fluid posture still made the brunet’s stomach twist unpleasantly, and his mirth was cut short.

“Well,” Byakuya started, clearing his throat and snapping Makoto out of his train of thought. “I...suppose I owe you an apology.”

“It’s alright,” Aoi interrupted, flashing a small smile. “You were right, I was being too loud.”

“But I...shouldn’t have snapped.” The prodigy paused, visibly struggling with his words. “You’re not vapid, or shallow. And you’re not an idiot.”

The tension in Aoi’s shoulders dissipated, and Makoto felt his own nervousness ease as she stepped forward, closer to Byakuya.

“Thanks, Togami.”

“It’s...it’s no trouble.”

Aoi took a breath and eased into a wider, much more comfortable smile. “Besides, if you’re ever mean to me again, I know I can count on Naegi to handle it!~”

The prodigy stammered at the statement. “W-well, that’s--”

“Ooh, or, now that I know, I could even get back at you myself!”

“I don’t think so--” Byakuya started walking, hastily trying to get back to the classroom. His two peers followed, grinning.

“Maybe, Asahina,” Makoto began, “we could tag team against him!”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea! Whenever Togami’s mean to someone, we can just team up and tickle the daylights out of him until he apologizes!”

“I won’t hear of it.”

The banter continued down the hallway as the three students made their way back to class. As they walked, even Byakuya was smiling somewhat, much more at ease. Their bonds had grown a bit stronger, despite the prodigy’s outburst, and they would only grow closer as said prodigy made significant effort to be kinder.

Makoto wouldn’t have wished for their lives to be any different.

[tk-writer]

Hey Dame! Mind doing some NaeGami? Idc who tickles I just need NaeGami please- -IA-

Naegi received a warm welcome when he knocked at Togami's door that morning.

"What do you want, commoner."

"Uh... I just wanted to see if you were free to hangout today?" He gave him a sheepish smile, which earned him an eye roll from the ultimate. However, he stepped aside to let him in, with an irritated sigh.

"Your new condo is nice," Naegi said, admiring the spacious interior and posh artistic decorations.

"It's adequate. Nowhere near close to Togami family standards, but it'll serve its purpose for the time being."

Ridiculous. A place like this probably cost upwards of six figures. He wondered what actual Togami family standards looked like.

Naegi plopped down on the ivory sofa in the living room and took in the penthouse view of the city. He'd never been inside a property that was this expensive before, so admittedly he was a bit star struck. It didn't last long, however. In a few seconds, Togami appeared in front of him donning a frightening scowl.

"Get off." he commanded, arms crossed at his chest. "Do you have any idea how much that's worth?"

"But... it's a couch?"

"Typical peasant observation. It's a designer sofa made by one of the finest carpenters in France."

"...Okay?"

"Let me spell it out for you in simple terms so that your tiny walnut brain can understand. That sofa is not for sitting. Get up now or I'll call security."

Despite his threats, Naegi didn't move. He stared Togami down, as if to challenge him. He knew his words were mostly hot air; if he was really going to call security, they would've been there by now.

He smirked playfully, ready for a fight.

"Make me."

The next few moments were a blur. Suddenly, Togami was right in front of him, grabbing his wrists as Naegi reflexively tried to fight him off. His grip was pretty weak, thankfully, so it wasn't hard to break free. While the blonde was busy grappling with his flailing arms, he felt an uncharacteristic mischievousness flow through him.

When Togami wasn't paying attention, he pinched his side.

One surprised squeal and violent jerk later, Togami was doubled over and laying on his side, giggling breathlessly against the soft fabric of the unreasonably expensive sofa. Naegi watched in awe as he saw a rare expression of joy on his friend's face. He moved closer, climbing over his legs until they were pinned in place by his own.

"No way... You're-"

"Don't," Togami snapped, his signature frown returning in an instant. "Not another word."

But it was too late. Naegi grinned and stretched out his arms, clamping down on his sides and wiggling his fingers on every unprotected inch of his body.

Togami's laughter was airy and bright. His smile was a bit awkward and strained, but it made his face light up as if the sun was beaming down on him. His high pitched giggles bubbled through the air so adorably that Naegi had no choice but to laugh along with him. He had never seen him like this: squirming from side to side, blushing with embarrassment, snickering like he'd heard the funniest joke of all time. It only made him want to tickle him more.

But his infatuation left him open for attack. He felt something squeeze his right side and shrieked before falling face first onto the sofa. He couldn't see where Togami's hands were coming from, so when they began gently digging into his ribs he failed to defend himself. The blonde climbed on his back and put all his weight onto him, rendering him immobile. He was now pinned on his stomach, completely vulnerable to the merciless tickling Togami was giving him. His laughter was much more frantic and frenzied; while Togami's was soft and a bit shy, his was more akin to boisterous cackling.

"AAAAAAH! Nahahahahahao, stahahap!"

"How do you like it? Huh, commoner? Do you like the taste of your own medicine?"

Togami's aggressive teasing was almost worse than the tickling itself. Naegi was out of breath within seconds. He could barely form sentences let alone think of a comeback.

"Okahahahay I'm sahaharee!! Pleeeease!"

"I don't think so. You're gonna pay for that."

"Togaaameeheehee!"

He was tickled for a bit longer before Togami decided he'd had enough. He swallowed large gulps of air, taking more than a few moments to calm himself. When he looked at the blonde again, he was wearing the cheesiest grin he'd ever seen. It was different from his usual arrogant sneers.

He seemed like he was... having fun.

"Remember this next time you think about putting your filthy hands on me, peasant."

Naegi smiled softly in return.

I had fun too, Togami.

[tk-writer]

“Would you two kindly shut your traps? Some of us would like to use more than two of our brain cells today.”

Naegi and Kuawata’s laughter died down once they heard Togami’s scathing remark. The baseball player rolled his eyes obnoxiously, unseen by the progeny from behind his hardcover day-trading book. Sure, they were in a library, but that didn’t mean he had to be such a dick about it.

The two of them looked at each other, and then at Togami. Without saying a word they both pounced on him. Kuwata grabbed his arms and held them in place as best as he could with Togami struggling like he was. His book plopped on the ground and laid there indignantly. 

“-Hey! What’s the meaning of this? Get your filthy, commoner hands off- mmmm, mmm!! Wait! Nnn, nnnnno!!”

His words were caught in his throat once Naegi’s hands found their way to his ribs. He began his assault by poking him at random, seeking out weak points. He noticed him twitch more when his underarms were touched, so he stayed there for a whole.

Togami was fighting against his reflexes, sucking in sharp breaths of air every time Naegi touched his torso. They could see how badly he wanted to laugh, but his pride prevented him from breaking. It was almost better that way; seeing him bite his lip in agony and hearing him make all sorts of throaty sounds was borderline comical.

“What’s wrong? You seem kinda jumpy today,” Naegi teased as his hands skittered up his sides and back down his waist.

“NNNFF! F-F-Fuck!!”

“I guess even the great Togami Byakuya is no match against our two brain cells,” Kuwata mocked him with a smirk.

His only response was an involuntary smile and something akin to a giggle.