umm. um. yuri who hasn't slept in days refusing to go to sleep. except jiro knows all his weak spots. he can handle exactly five seconds of scratching at his ribs or light tickles on his neck before he caves and agrees to do whatever it is you want. sometimes he'll still try to be stubborn and stay awake and that's when jiro has to pick him up in a fireman carry and physically drag him to bed while squeezing his hips.
also. yuri who will be working on something before he just puts his head down and his ears turn red as he asks if jiro could Maybeeee maybe just Perhaps tickle him a little. not because he likes it though!! don't get the wrong idea!!
They are dear to me omg
Jiro knows Yuri likes it even tho it’s never actually been explicitly said bc they are so in sync and just know eachother so well.
ALSO. In love with the second thought don’t get me wrong but what if Yuri didn’t even have to ask. He just groans and puts his head down and Jiro is like ok 👍 you got it
A/N: Almost finished… This anime is still in my head and it’s a shame that the movie had been canceled - yeah, I’m still talking about it. So, I had to write a little something from this show as well. Number 30 - Giving in - of @vqler's Tickletober prompt list of 2025 ft. Yuri and Otabek from Yuri!!! on Ice.
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“Please Yuri… just once…” The quiet yet oddly persistent tone in Otabek’s voice made Yuri whip his head around instantly. The Kazakh skater was leaning against the back of the couch, eyes focused intently on him in a way that sent a strange, prickly heat up his neck.
Just a few hours ago they’d been hanging out with Victor and Yuuri - nothing unusual. But of course, Victor couldn’t just keep his mouth shut. No, Victor Nikiforov, master of unnecessary oversharing, had casually dropped the fact that Yuri was “super ticklish” in front of everyone.
At the time Yuri had snapped back, cheeks burning, claiming Victor didn’t know what he was talking about, but clearly Otabek had been listening and thinking and plotting. Now here they were - back in their shared apartment - and the guy hadn’t stopped bringing it up. Yuri narrowed his eyes. “What the hell does ‘just once’ even mean?”
Otabek’s lips curved slightly, almost imperceptibly. “You know what it means.” Yuri huffed, crossing his arms and sinking into the couch cushions. “No way I’m letting you-” “Where are you ticklish?” Otabek asked, leaning forward, clearly enjoying himself far too much.
“I’m not,” Yuri shot back instantly. The other tilted his head, his expression calm but undeniably amused. “Then it shouldn’t be a problem if I try, right?” The blonde glared at him, jaw tightening. “You’re annoying.” “I’m curious,” Otabek replied, unbothered. “Just once... That’s all I’m asking.”
The back-and-forth continued for several long minutes. Every time Yuri tried to change the subject, Otabek would circle back, his steady gaze making it impossible to ignore him. It was like being trapped in a staring contest he couldn’t win. Finally, with an exasperated groan, Yuri threw his hands up. “Fine! Just once, okay? And my armpits are off-limits!”
Otabek’s eyes softened and a warm smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Deal.” Before Yuri could overthink what he’d just agreed to, Otabek stepped forward and pulled him into a brief hug, a surprisingly tender gesture that caught him off guard. “H-Hey what the-”
But the moment ended quickly - Otabek gently pushed him back, so that he was lying against the couch cushions, hovering above him with that unreadable, faintly mischievous expression. “Ready?” “No-!” Yuri began, but his protest cut off in a startled yelp as Otabek’s fingers landed on his sides. It wasn’t an all-out attack - at least, not yet.
Otabek’s touch was light, almost experimental, as if he was mapping out exactly how Yuri would react. Yuri’s shoulders instantly hunched, his legs curling slightly as he pressed a hand over his mouth, trying so hard to keep it together. Otabek noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed.
“Don’t hide it,” he murmured as he gently took Yuri’s hand and moved it away from his mouth, “you promised.” Yuri’s cheeks burned. He glared up at him, about to fire off a retort, but Otabek’s fingers gave a deliberate squeeze at his waist, and the sound that escaped was anything but dignified.
“Ah-! DaHahmn it! NohoHOHOHO!” Yuri twisted, the beginnings of laughter spilling out. His hands instinctively clung to Otabek’s shirt, gripping the fabric as if that would somehow stop the tickling. It didn’t.
Otabek’s smile deepened just a fraction and he continued in smooth, deliberate movements - sliding his fingers up and down Yuri’s sides, sometimes pressing in with a bit more pressure, other times barely grazing him at all. The unpredictable rhythm made it impossible for Yuri to brace himself. The touch was still light, but that lightness alone already tickled so bad.
“Still think you’re not ticklish?” Otabek asked quietly, the calm tone only making Yuri flush harder. “S-ShuHUhut up!” The blonde’s voice cracked as laughter tumbled out, bright and unrestrained now that the initial resistance had broken. His head tilted back against the cushion, and for a moment, he hated that it actually felt… kind of nice.
“DahAhhmn iHihitit…. nghHoHoH aAhhAHAHAh,” he laughed when the other hit an especially sensitive spot near his lowest ribs and continued to explore his newfound discovery, wiggling his fingers into said spot all while smiling down at him with this knowing grin. “Tickles a lot, hm~ I should’ve tried this much sooner,” he laughed, tickling him more.
Despite his teasing, Otabek didn’t push the limit. He kept his promise about the armpits, never straying higher than Yuri’s ribs, though his hands occasionally wandered to his stomach. The light kneading there made Yuri’s laugh pitch up several octaves, his legs kicking weakly against the couch. “WAAhh B-BeHeka fuHhuHuck,” Yuri cursed.
The black-haired smirked as he slid his fingers over his stomach, feeling it vibrate under him as he pressed them softly against it, not daring to slip under the other’s shirt - at least not for today. However, he noticed that the entire time - despite his so-called “protests” - Yuri had never tried to stop him and it somehow made him smile innerly.
“You’re actually enjoying this,” Otabek remarked, amusement flickering in his eyes. “In your- hahHA! dreHehams!” Yuri shot back between bursts of laughter, wriggling helplessly. “…Of course, Yurio, of course~” he teased back, but decided to leave it at that, wanting to savor these moments of tickling the other as long as he could, and the other allowed.
The tickling felt like forever, but eventually, Otabek eased up, letting his fingers slow to a stop before withdrawing them completely. Yuri lay there catching his breath, cheeks flushed pink, hair mussed from all his squirming.
“Thanks,” the ravenhead said softly, and before Yuri could question why he was thanking him, the older boy leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Yuri froze. His eyes widened, a rush of heat flooding his face that had nothing to do with the tickling. “You- What-” he stammered, pushing at Otabek’s chest weakly. “Idiot.”
Otabek’s smile was small but steady. “I’ll take that as a yes.” A long pause hung between them, and then - barely above a whisper - Yuri muttered, “You can… do it again.” Otabek’s brows lifted slightly. “The kiss or the tickling?”
Yuri’s blush deepened instantly. “Idiot,” he repeated, glaring to the side - but there was no real bite to it this time. Otabek chuckled quietly, his gaze warm as he sat back. “I’ll keep you guessing.” The blonde scowled in response, but his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile.
Yuri is drained from his training and his lover offers his a massage. Unfortunately the Russian doesn't manage to understand his true intentions in
NOTE: Hi everyone, I hope you're doing great!! I've been wanting to write about Yuuri on Ice for a while, but my brain decided to not provide me any ideas (until now, that is). I won’t even begin with how much I love Yuri Plisetsky, otherwise the note would be longer than the fic lol :) I hope you like it, support and/or suggestions are always appreciated ^_^ And, as the anon from yesterday said, ricordatevi sempre di essere felici 💚🤍❤️ (remember to always be happy)
PS. Sorry for not posting this yesterday, but I got tired (I usually write after dinner) and didn’t feel like rushing it just to post it
DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it
‘I’m home’ Yuri said as he entered his and Otabek’s apartment. ‘Wel... come back’ the dark-haired ice skater surely did not expect to see his lover as he was when his gaze met his own. Hair disheveled, dark bags under his eyes and the most emaciated expression. He immediately understood that Yakov had decided to be a demon with Yuri’s training routine.
‘Hey honey, training drained you today, huh? Come on, go take a nap, you have a bit more than an hour before dinner’ the Kazakh said. ‘No, don’t worry, I’m not tired at all, who do you take me for?’ the blonde was definitely exhausted, even his supposed-to-be-snarky remark lacked its usual fire. ‘Yeaah, I’m not buying it, go and rest. now.’ Unfortunately Otabek’s “intimidating” tone had no effect on his boyfriend, who, in exchange, said ‘I don’t like repeating myself, I don’t need sle-EEP! Put me down this instant!!’
Otabek knew how stubborn his lover could be, so he opted to go straight with drastic measures. He picked up the petite guy and carried him to the bedroom, ignoring the prolonged string of (not really meant) insults and overly dramatic complaints. On the other hand, he smiled internally at the fact that Yuri was so tired that he was speaking half-Russian without realizing. And, despite his demands of being put down, he clung onto him as if he was asking him to never let go.
As the couple reached the room, the taller guy laid Yuri on the bed and tucked him in, not without him rustling a bit because “this was stupid and he wasn’t tired”. The blonde would have fought him much more, but was his head touched the pillow, all the pent-up drowsiness hit him like a truck without giving him an actual chance to resist the urge to close his eyes. Otabek tsk-ed when he saw the tiny guy already sound asleep, gave him a soft kiss on the forehead and went to the kitchen to get dinner started.
A couple of hours later, the ice skater was woken up by a pleasant smell of Pirozhki and some gentle caresses on his cheek. ‘Hey sleepyhead, dinner’s ready. Wanna come to the kitchen?’
The scent of his favorite food was more than enough to make Yuri fully awake, also because, now that tiredness wasn’t a problem anymore, he remembered he was starving, too. The Kazakh was more than convinced that he’d never seen his lover run that fast towards the kitchen. Once they sat down at the table, they began eating, and it was surprising to see such a tiny guy eat that much and that fast.
When they finished their meal, the Russian took a quick refreshing shower and reached his partner on the bed where he’d put on a movie to enjoy a chill night together. However, his sore muscles didn’t agree to that idea and finding a good position turned out to be much harder than expected. The dark haired guy noticed how restless and frustrated his lover was, so he decided to help.
‘Oi Yuri, would it help if I gave you a massage?’ Yuri was a bit taken aback, but he didn’t think it was a bad idea. After all, it was difficult to make his situation worse.
He took his shirt off to give Otabek better access to his aching back and neck, and then he laid on his stomach. The dark-eyed guy put himself immediately to work and began loosening the many knots in the ice skater’s neck. Something didn’t feel right to the Russian, though, he could swear that, while Otabek’s thumbs were actually working, the other fingers were fluttering all over the sensitive spot. Did his boyfriend know what he was doing? Yuri had no idea, so he bit his lip, clenched the sheets and held back the giggles that were threatening to spill.
‘Something wrong, Yuri? You’re supposed to relax, not to get more tense’ ‘Y-yeah sure, you’re doing great, go on’ if he hadn’t been laying face down, the petite guy would’ve noticed the teasy, mischievous and pretty sadistic smirk plastered all over the Kazakh’s face. However, the latter carried on with his massage going down to his back, starting with the shoulder blades and making his way towards the last vertebrae. One thing became more evident, though, the fingers that weren’t massaging were tapping and drumming against Yuri’s ribs and sides, making it difficult for him to stay still.
To Otabek it was endearing how much his partner tried to hide his ticklishness, and, unfortunately for said partner, he wanted more of those cute little reactions. ‘I’m gonna try a different technique, is it alright with you?’ he asked. ‘Yeah yeah whatever, just get on with it...’ to everyone Yuri’s reply would’ve seemed rude, but the shaky tone of his voice gave away his nervousness.
The blonde was not-so-pleasantly surprised when he felt ten fingers delicately stroking up and down his sides and ribs, even daring to go up to the underarms every now and then. ‘T-this ih nohot... a massage’ oh no. The usually snarky boy knew that his defenses were starting to crumble. And his lover was well aware, too. ‘What do you mean it’s not? Are you that ungrateful?’ Otabek fake-gasped dramatically, but at the same time he started wiggling his fingers a bit, increasing the ticklish sensation.
‘Something wrooong?’ how he could be so mean to keep teasing him when cute little squeaks could clearly be heard, was beyond Yuri’s mind. ‘Yohohou exahactly know what!’ he replied trying to sound mad and intimidating (utterly failing at both). ‘Uhmm... nope, no clue at all, sorry...’ the Russian could literally hear the smirk in his lover’s voice. ‘...maybe if I keep doing it, I’ll figure out what it is’ ‘Please wait a minUTEHE- NO!!’
Too late, Yuri’s dorky boyfriend had already begun poking and prodding all around his torso, knowing from experience that a harder touch worked much better on him. ‘Hahahahahahah yohohohou idiohohot stop ihiihit’ the blonde screamed. ‘Not a chance, love, you’ve been so grumpy and stressed out those days, this will help you cheer up’ apparently Otabek didn’t intend to stop anytime soon. In fact, he carried on with his “cheer-up mission” in the sweetest-yet-cruelest way he could.
‘Gohohohoho awahahahahyehehe nahahahaha’ the Kazakh was still squeezing Yuri’s sides when the poor guy started making requests. ‘Okay’ he simply responded... only to begin an awful rib-counting. An awfully ticklish rib-counting.
‘One... two... three...’ oh god, to say that Yuri was going crazy was an understatement. ‘Three... four... fiv-’ ‘Nahahahaha yohou sahahaid threehehe two tihihimehes’ ‘Really now? I must start all over then hehehe’ and back to the base of the ribcage he went. ‘You juhuhust havehehe toho ahahadd onehe to youhur cohohouhunting hahahaha’ the proposition was merely ignored by the evil tickler, who resumed his work without showing any mercy.
In the meanwhile, the blonde was getting more and more distressed, the only problem was that said distress was reflected as anger and sass. ‘Juhuhust add onehehehe ahahare you thahahahat duhumb?!’ now he’d really done it. ‘Oho? Me? Dumb? The audacity...’ It was obvious that the dark-eyed guy wasn’t mad about that insult, but he still took the chance to up his game.
He manhandled the petite ice skater and turned him on his back. When he met his gaze he saw three things: slight embarrassment, a bit of anticipation and... eagerness maybe?
Otabek winked at him before turning around to scribble lightly on his partner’s knees, just to let him know what was coming. ‘Nohohohohoho dohohohohon’t pleheheheahahahsehehe’ the green-eyed boy was literally a blushing and giggling mess, and he was barely doing anything! ‘Don’t what? I’m really not doing anything this time’ ‘Sohoho yohohouhuhu ahahadmihihit yohohouhuhu knehehew ihihit frohohom thehehe stahart yohouhu ihihidihiOHOHOT NAHAHAHHAHAHA’ Yuri had officially had reached his lover’s limit of patience.
‘Haven’t you learned where your name-calling brings you already? I suppose I have to explain it to you in detail’ this could mean only one thing, the Ice Tiger of Russia was about to receive the tickle of a lifetime.
The statement proved itself to be totally right, in fact the Kazakh had his fun scribbling all over and behind the blonde’s knees, giving him pokes to make him squeal and doing the egg-crack move, which was killer for him. However, before unleashing this absolute hell on his lover, he stayed still for a good minute, enjoying the adorable little whines Yuri was making because of the anticipation. If it were for him, he would’ve kept him like that forever.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHA BEKAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHD PLEHEHEHAHAHASE’ In other circumstances, the taller guy would’ve teased him about his begging, but this time he heard a thing he’d never expected to hear from his lover. ‘What did you call me?’ he asked. On the other hand, the Russian was crimson-red and internally kicking himself for that nickname, so he answered ‘NOHOHOHOTHIHIHING IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T SAHAHAHAY AHAHANYTHIHIHING’ he wanted to be stubborn about that? Unfortunately for him, Otabek was more than fine with that (and maybe slightly hoping to receive such a response from him).
‘Nothing, huh? Very well then, I won’t stop until you tell me’ and he kept his words. He continued his gentle but ruthless assault until Yuri couldn’t take it anymore and decided to tap out. ‘IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHALLEHEHED YOHOHOUHUHU BEHEHEKAHAHA NOHOHOW STAHAHAP’ The older guy was satisfied with the answer and eventually stopped, admiring the mess who was currently laying on the bed. His hair were ruffled, there were tears in the corner of his eyes and his cheeks were completely flushed. He swore that there wasn’t a more wholesome and heartwarming sight in the whole world.
When the tiny guy recovered from the brutal attack, he said ‘Call me that again please. I love that nickname’. ‘Y-you mean Beka? Come on, it’s so dumb!! How can you like it?’ the blond ice skater was genuinely confused. Wasn’t it too sappy for his lover? ‘Careful with your words, if I hear you say such nonsense ever again, I won’t hesitate to use my methods to prove you wrong’ well, apparently not. Yuri perfectly understood the allusion and decided to not say anything about it.
The couple then remembered about the movie they’d put on, which had already reached the end credits, and decided to turn off the tv and keep cuddling for a while.
After half an hour, Otabek heard some soft snores coming from the tiny figure curled up on top of him, resembling more a kitten than an ice tiger. He smiled fondly and gave him a sweet peck on the forehead, then he turned off the table lamp and reached his lover in dreamland.
okay so since ive been super duper inactive (i swear ill... probably... be more active when school’s over!!) and i just watched yuri!!! on ice, i fell in love with this unbelievably pREtty boy right here and just HAD to do some headcanons for him. just yeah.
Lee:
everyone, if you could rate ticklishness from one to a ten, he’d be an 11
so yeah hes ticklish asf lmao
a bit embarrassed by it but all in all, doesn’t mind and actually likes it
he doesn’t like the rough tickles bc they hurt him tho
has asked to be tickled like... two times in his entire life. but like it’s better than 0, right?
he says “stop” and “wait” a lot reflexively, and is secretly disappointed when the person actually does lmao
radiates ticklish neck and chin vibes
he has the soft, bubbly kinda laughs, its like squeals, shrieks, and loud giggles
he used to cover his mouth to conceal his laughter, but after realizing it gives the other an advantage to his armpits, he stopped doing that
he still finds his laugh embarrassing, especially since when he is teased for it
oh? his tickle spot? i mean, where isn’t his tickle spot? ... not a lot of people (only otabek, victor, and yuuri) know, but the lower part of his back is the most sensitive ahaha
if you get his tickle spot, he will literally scream. and he like... doesnt stop so the ler cant keep going there without breaks
he doesnt get tickled often tbh, most people are put off by his attitude, but it doesn’t stop victor or jj. yuuri and otabek were a bit hesistant at first, but they do it a lot more often
when one of those four tickle him, it’s absolute torture
he’s a squirmer, warning: protect your body, he may kick or hit you accidentally
he’s the lee like 90% of the time haha, not that he minds :pp
Ler:
revenge. no one tickles him without paying the price.
well, he tries to get revenge anyways, but it never works well for jj, only sometimes victor and otabek.
when it doesnt work, he usually gets a second round of tickles lol
and he knows that, so sometimes he tries to tickle them and fails on purpose because he doesn’t wanna ask for more tickles
he’s good at it, not insanely good, but good enough to get them squealing.
his strong suit is teases, always embarrassing the lee with teasing about how ticklish they are, their sensitivity, etc.
his teases are the playfully insulting kinda type “isn’t it embarrassing to be this ticklish”
his teases don’t just stop there, he’ll physically tease too. like he’ll circle his finger around a spot so the lee only has little giggles and when they least expect it, he finally digs in
he only does that sometimes though, because some people use that to their advantage and tackle him and wreck him instead
also a very merciless tickler, he will not stop until the lee is breathless and red and very obviously at their limit
mostly tickles yuuri tho bc he’s pretty easy to tackle
he never initiates tickles tho, or at least VERY rarely, really only tickles someone after they start it
he’s the kind of person to be like “lol anyway...” after wrecking tickling someone LMAO
If you guys have any requests for tickle fanfics for kpop groups for Ateez, Straykids, BTS, TXT, The Rose, N.Flying, etc. Just lmk it can honestly be any group, just lmk and i will do my research on the group so the fanfics can be as realistic as possible. I have lots of free time rn so pls send requests, I also do bl dramas, gallavich, otayuri, and kuroken so pls lmk <3333
It’s another ordinary day in the literature club. You had shared your poem with everyone and was now waiting for everyone to wrap up. Looking over, you see two club members discussing each others poems. But a little differently than usual.
Natsuki and Yuri stand over by the window looking over one another’s poems. Natsuki furrows her eyebrows while trying to decipher all of Yuri’s more difficult vocabulary. Meanwhile Yuri looks at Natsuki’s poem with a dissatisfied smile.
Both girls had significantly different styles of writing. As Natsuki was much more simple and more practical, Yuri wrote with dark connotations and used more complex words. They were pretty much opposites when it came to poems.. well that and basically everything else about them.
“As usual, I can never understand what you’re trying to say! Do you ever take my advice?” Natsuki rudely remarked, placing the poem on the desk behind her.
Yuri looked down at the pink haired girl with an unamused expression. “Natsuki.. just because you tell me that my poems are too hard for you to understand, means that I’m going to completely change my writing style.” Yuri said calmly.
“I never said you had to!! Just maybe try to make a few stylistic changes. Not everything about it!” Natsuki said.
“I think you just contradicted yourself..” Yuri replied quietly.
“Huh? See I can’t even understand you when you’re talking! Maybe it’s not your poems and just you instead, Yuri!” The small girl glanced at her with an annoyed face.
“It’s not like you take my advice either. Your poems have no deeper purpose other than to slap the meaning right in your face! They’re simpleminded, like you.” Yuri stammered, turning to the side to avoid looking at Natsuki.
That comment blew Natsuki over the edge, leading to their argument to become louder, which got the attention of the other club members.
Sayori and Monika was used to this happening, but lately their fights were becoming a bit more frequent. Sayori glanced at Monika with a worried look.
Monika walked over to the two girls trying to defuse the situation. “Now girls, let’s all just calm down-“
“THIS DOESN’T INVOLVE YOU!”
Monika backed off and stood by you and Sayori. The three of you looked at the pink and purple figures arguing, then looked at eachother, not sure of what to do.
Suddenly, Sayori looked at Monika with a smile, and whispered in her ear. Monika smiled and nodded at her Vice President.
Not knowing their plan, you took a seat and watched from afar.
Both girls walked over to the other two. As Sayori slipped behind Natsuki, and Monika crept behind Yuri. Natsuki and Yuri didn’t even notice, as they were too busy arguing with each other.
Then suddenly, Sayori and Monika made their attack! By scribbling their fingers on the other girls sides.
Natsuki and Yuri quit their bickering and began letting out surprised giggles instead.
“You guysss!! No fighting about poems!” Sayori lectured them with a light tone, while bringing her hands down to Natsuki’s stomach. She gave her pokes in and out of her bellybutton and scritched around the area. Natsuki squeals. Realizing the predicament she was now in, she tried to escape from Sayori’s grasp.
“H-hehehey!! Whaha whahahat’re dohoing!?” She laughed out.
On the other hand, Monika had Yuri wrapped in a tickle hug. She squeezed her from behind, while tickling in her rib spaces. Immediately Yuri switched into a more defensive posture, trying to plant her arms next to her sides, which only trapped Monikas fingers there, increasing the tickles.
“M-monikahah! Oh, maha-my gohohosh!” Yuri managed to say through her giggles, as her face flushed a shade of pink.
“Both of you need to get along better!” Monika stated, running her fingers down to Yuri’s hips, making her squeak.
“Yup! And both of you need to apologize to each other, or else we’ll get MC over here to come tickle you guys too!” Sayori said cheerfully.
“NOHOHOO!! NO NO!” Natsuki yelled frantically. Yuri shook her head many times as she was too busy laughing to respond. The two girls being mercilessly tickled, both blushed much more than before. They glance over in your direction visibly embarrassed.
You perked up once you heard your name. “What!? Don’t involve me in this too..” you say, looking away from the girls. A light blush spread across your cheeks as you sat thinking about tickling either of them.
Yuri began falling into silent laughter as Monika continued to squeeze at her hips. “AhaHahA-ah okahahay!! I aha-apoligizehe!! Your poehems heheh aren’t simplehe mindehed!!
Yuri tried her best to get her full sentence out. Monika became satisfied with her answer, and let go of Yuri. The tall girl took a deep breath and tried to regain control of her breathing.
On the other hand, Sayori had now made her way up to Natsuki’s underarms, scribbling her fingers in the hollows. Which was making the smaller girl shriek. Sayori grinned at her reactions.
“Saha-SAYORIHII!! Stahahap!!” Natsuki shut her eyes and fought a lot harder to get out of her grip. Sayori then pulled her back by her waist, essentially taking her in a tickle hug as well from behind.
Being tired of watching them all make commotion, and having the desire to go home, you decide to intervene. “Cmon Natsuki, stop being so stubborn and just apologize to Yuri already.” You say from the seat of your chair.
Monika walks over and sits in the chair next to you. “She’s way to ticklish for her own good, she’ll give in soon.” She whispers in your ear.
And just like Monika said, Natsuki began to give in from fighting. The poor girl was now too exhausted to try and continue. Sayori slowed her fingers down but continued to tickle her sides gently.
“Ok okahayy… I’m sorrehehy Yuri.. I-ehehe I take it bahack” Natsuki says, letting out breaths of air and little giggles out along with it.
Sayori removes her hands from Natsuki’s waist. She then smiles back at you and Monika with her thumbs up. Yuri and Natsuki both were still a little shy about what had just happened between them and the club.
Sayori then enthusiastically yells, “NOW HUG IT OUT!!” With a giant grin on her face, she gestures for both of them to “hug it out”.
Natsuki then looks down at the floor, but suddenly felt arms wrap around her shoulders. Yuri had went in for the embrace. Natsuki reluctantly put her arms around Yuri’s waist. Both of them blushing while holding eachother.
“Aww they’re so cuteee!!” Monika commented while leaning onto you. Immediately the two girls separate and moved back to where they were beforehand.
“Is club over now?” You ask as everyone began to put away their poems.
“Seems like it. Well I’ll see all of you guys tomorrow!! Have a nice evening.” Monika says cheerfully, as she watched you and Sayori head towards the door.
Natsuki and Yuri had left rather quickly, so you and Sayori had left the school together to walk back home.
Meanwhile Yuri stood by the side of the school building fiddling with one of her switchblades, when suddenly she felt a tug on her blazer. Letting out a surprised yelp, she whipped her head around to see Natsuki looking down at the grass. Frantically putting away her blade in her bag, she then quickly faced Natsuki.
“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for all the things I said today. You aren’t obligated to take my advice, and I shouldn’t force that upon you.” She said quietly, but with honesty in her voice.
Yuri looked down at Natsuki. She gave her a sigh and a happy smile. “I’m sorry for calling you simple minded. I know you take your poems seriously and you didn’t deserve my harsh comments.”
They both stare at each other for a moment, then gave one another a smile.
“Um, would you like to join me to go to my favorite tea shop? They have many different desserts there too. I’m heading there now if you’d like to accompany me..” Yuri asked bashfully.
Natsuki’s face lit up at the sound of desserts. “Would I!? Let’s go right now!” She said excitedly.
So the two walked off together on their way to have some nice tea and cake.
