Warnings. This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling.
Summery: Bachira reigns his chaos on Isagi once again
When Isagi was picked to join Rins team, he thought things would be less chaotic and only more tense.
“Isagiii!!!!”
However he had forgotten that Bachira was also with them.
Isagi braced himself, as he watched Bachira run and tackle him to his bed in the second selection dorm room.
“B-Bachira!” He gasped, slightly winded as the bob cut haired boy pinned down.
“Sorry Isagi, I’ve just really missed being able to do this to my partner in soccer crime!”
And with that, he began digging his fingers into his ribs, making Isagi burst into cackles. He couldn’t believe Bachira for doing this, and in front of the top three at that!
“BahAHAhAhahachiHIHiHihihrahaha!!! NoHOhOhoHo!!!”
“Awww but why? Are you embarrassed of being tickled in front of them???” He teased with a wide mischievous grin, referring to the other three team members.
“Your laughter is, adorably, quite glam Isagi.” Aryu commented.
Isagi only blushed harder upon hearing that. He was certainly not adorable nor was he glam!
Not even when Bachira went for his lower ribs.
“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO BAHAHACHIRAHAHA!!!” He gripped onto his attackers wrists, desperately trying to pry him off. His face was flushed red and he was kicking his feet around wildly behind Bachira.
Soon the next interjection came from Rin Itoshi.
“Can you guys please keep it down.” He said with annoyance in his voice. Not even as a question, but more as a statement.
Bachira finally stopped and looked behind at Rin with a smile. “Hm? Are you jealous Rin?”
Rin growled in anger “Of course not you weirdo!”
Bachira smiled only wider. “Then, judging by your embarrassed expression on your face, would I be correct in assuming that you’re ticklish too?”
Isagi almost laughed again at such a statement. Then he looked up, and he saw clearly, a pink color that tinted his cheeks.
“N-no! You’re just being loud and annoying, so please shut up!”
Bachira could read people quite well. He could tell when someone was lying, or trying to trick him.
“My monster says your lying Rin Itoshi…”
Before anyone could do or say anything, the bumble bee hair had jumped off from Isagi (accidentally kicking him in the stomach in the process), and went right for the youngest soccer prodigy.
Rin probably could’ve fended off against him, given that he was bigger and stronger than Bachira was. However with Bachira being way faster, as well as the sudden attack taking him by surprise, it left him entirely unprepared to suddenly get slammed to the floor on his back.
Bachira had him straddled and pinned down before his brain finally caught up to what had happened.
“So Rin. Are you sure you aren’t lying to me? If you tell the truth I promise to go easy on you.”
Rin glared, his pride clouding the view of his own position here. “Is that a threat.”
Bachira just smiled at him, and began digging into his sides.
Rins eyes widened at the sudden sensation lighting up his nerves. Nonetheless, he kept his mouth sealed shut. He refused to laugh. To show any sort of emotion that would make him appear weak. Rin Itoshi was not weak!
“Awww Cmon Rin! Don’t hold it in!” Bachira teased. “Hey Isagi!” He then called to the raven haired boy. “Wanna help me?”
Isagi had to admit it was tempting. Who wouldn’t want to see a usually stoic and grumpy person finally laugh and smile for once?
He decided, screw it, and threw himself right into the chaos. He grabbed Rins arms and pinned them above his head with one hand, while the other hand went to work fluttering at his neck.
Rins mouth quivered upward, and suddenly, it was like watching a dam burst.
“N-nahahaha screhehew yohohohu guhuhuhuys!!!!”
They were both pretty shocked. This was laughter unlike what they expect. While Isagi was prepared for rough and low laughter, he heard light and higher pitched laughter. It almost sounded childlike!
“Wow Rin. Your laugh is so nice!” Isagi said with a grin.
“Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!!!” Rin cried through his laughter. He was squirming around and kicking his feet, but nothing he did helped him escape.
When Bachira suddenly got his ribs, that all increased by about a hundred.
“Uh oh~ looks like we have another person here with extra ticklish ribs!” Bachira grinned, winking at Isagi (which made Isagi blush a bit).
Soon it looked like Rin was going to explode, and Bachira let him go, followed by Isagi.
Rin didn’t say anything as he managed to catch his breath.
They watched as he slowly got up.
“You guys are sohoho dead for that…” Rin began. “Starting with you.” He told Isagi.
Isagi yelped with a squeak. “W-wa- me?!”
Rins eyes narrowed. “Run.”
Wether it was more personal hatred towards him that made Rin go for Isagi first, he didn’t know. Mainly because he was too busy trying to escape him. Boy was he in a lot of trouble.
Heyo friend! I just realized you're taking requests for Tickletober! If it's alright with you, I'd love to see some Blue Lock from ya! (But only if you want to :3) Could I request Day 13 with Rin and Bachira? I love the idea of Bachira being a silent as the wind when he wants to be- combined with his natural tickle monster energy, poor Rin is in for one heck of a surprise lols!
You don't have to accept this if you're not interested- either way I hope you have an amazing day! I can't wait to see what you have in store this tickletober! :3 Take care and stay hydrated!
Tickletober day #7 & #13: Flustered & Sneak attack
HII SO OK I HOPE YOU BOTH DON'T MIND THAT I COMBINED THESE TWO CAUSE I RLLY WANTED TO WRITE FOR RINBACHISAGI SO WHY NOT :3
HOPE YOU BOTH ENJOY! AND THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS 💖💖💖
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Rin x Bachira x Isagi (romantic)
Lees: Rin, Isagi, Bachira
Lers: Rin, Isagi, Bachira
Warnings: Tickles!
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Oh look at that, two unsuspecting players laying calmly on their beds. Those were Bachira’s thoughts as he peaked his head through the doorframe, observing a sleepy Isagi and Rin-chan cuddling each other. The scene was very adorable, if only it could last longer, but Bachira had other plans.
Currently, Aryu and Tokimitsu weren’t in the room. Giving Bachira the perfect opportunity to launch his surprise attack. He carefully tiptoed across the room, his footsteps as quiet as… well, everything else here was very loud usually. The brunnette perched his head to looks at the sleeping boys, a warm smile on his face, before being overtaken by his monstrous desires.
“…Surprise!” Bachira jumped on top of the two of them, earning startled yelps and curses. Taking advantage of their sleepy state, Bachira managed to pin them down with ease.
“Bachira… I was sleeping…!” Isagi whined out, while Rin could only let out incoherent grumbles of annoyance.
“I know, I know! But trust me, I had good reason to wake you both up” with that, Bachira’s hands latched onto each torso. One hand massaging Isagi’s side, while the other vibrated against Rin’s toned stomach.
“Wahahait! Bachirahaha..!” Isagi instantly let out a snort of laughter, trying and failing to kick his legs out. His face instantly turning flushed at the sudden attack.
“Mph…!” Rin on the other hand, being as stubborn as he was, tried muffling his sounds with his pillow. Which only caused Bachira to tickle up his ribcage until reaching his armpit. “PFFT! BACHIRA STOAHAHAP!!” the pillow flew out of his hands, revealing Rin’s giddy expression and rosy cheeks.
“Aww! You’re so cute, Rin-chan!” Bachira gave him a teasing scratch under his chin, causing the grennette to turtle up. “And you too, Isagi-kun~” he leaned over, placing a teasing kiss on Isagi’s belly.
“EEP!” Ahahaha… Bachiraaa, plehehease…!”
The brunnette looked down, deciding to have some mercy on the tired boys. “Oh fine, is this better?~” he had now switched to gentle scratches up and down each of their arms, occassionally reaching up to their neck. It was very endearing watching the way they both purred and giggled quietly.
“Ehehe yeah… but, why now all of a sudden?” Isagi quirked up a brow.
“Yeah, usually you don’t attack this late”
It was true, Bachira wasn’t one to feel to energized at night, much less disturb his loved ones. But tonight, something in him told him to do it. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. It was more than just tickling them for fun, Bachira wanted to show them love, and this was the best way he knew how to. By making them laugh. But how was he supposed to explain all that in mere words?
“Well, uhh…” the brunnette’s voice trailed off as his eyes darted all over the room, trying to find anythint to avert their attention. But before that, he was suddenly pulled down by two pairs of strong arms. Having successfully been squished between the two boys, his back against Rin’s chest and his fron against Isagi’s.
“Since you won’t talk, how about a taste of your own medicine?” Rin whispered against his ear. Even though his voice was usually monotone, there was a slight hint of playfulness behind it that Bachira couldn’t miss. The tease made his cheeks instantly flare up.
“Oh? Is our cute tickle monster flustered at the thought of being tickled?~” Isagi was now overtaken by his confident persona, much to Bachira’s dismay.
Before the brunnette could get a peep out, Rin started working his way around his neck, while Isagi was gently spidering all over his tummy and sides.
“Eep! Ehehehehe! Guhuhuys..!” he squeaked and giggled like a happy child. There wasn’t much room for him to squirm, which made this feel all the more flustering. Bachira did the poor choice of looking up at Isagi’s face. He felt his face turn a deeper crimson at the loving gaze the other was sending. And even though he couldn’t see Rin-chan’s face, the way he was holding him so closely was all that Bachira needed to know that they too loved him back.
Summary: After Isagi learns he's ticklish, Bachira's disappointed that he doesn't act on it, so he decides to take matters into his own hands.
Word Count: 2,207
This is my first time writing for Blue Lock, so it's probably super ooc, but I still had a fun time writing it! I hope you enjoy! 💙
It happened. Bachira found his monster.
He had someone who understood him: Isagi—his Isagi.
And he wanted to play soccer with him again.
"Isagi~" Bachira called, waving at him across the field. "Wanna train together?"
He wiped the sweat off his face, turning towards Bachira with a smile. He'd been practicing alone again to try and catch up to the others on his team. It helped, but it was nothing like training with Bachira.
"Yeah. Let's play."
Grinning, Bachira ran towards him; he was already in his uniform. Isagi didn't realize the match had already started until Bachira lunged at him, trying to steal the ball. Isagi quickly maneuvered his feet, trying to avoid his teammate who was faster and seemed unconcerned with getting red-carded.
Isagi wasn't sure exactly what happened. Bachira was about to score, but in their skirmish, Isagi's hand had brushed against his side, making him giggle and startle. Somehow, whether it was tripping over his own feet or Isagi's, Bachira fell flat on his butt in the fake grass.
After scoring and barely restraining his laughter, Isagi held out a hand to help him back. He couldn't hide his amused smile as he asked, "What happened?"
Bachira laughed, but his smile was somewhat sheepish, and he couldn't quite meet Isagi's eyes.
"I'm super ticklish, and you surprised me," He explained, his heartbeat quickening, as he took Isagi's hand and rose back to his feet.
"Oh, really?"
Bachira nodded with a slightly too enthusiastic "Mhmm!" that made Isagi's smile widen. His heartbeat quickened as excitement flooded through Bachira's body.
"So," Isagi paused. Bachira tried to hide his eagerness but knew it must not have worked from the glint in Isagi's eyes as he took a step closer. Then, his joy dissipated as Isagi continued speaking, "Wanna play again?"
It took Bachira a moment to process his dejection before he nodded, forcing another grin on his face. It was fine. He shouldn't have expected anything, anyway. He was lucky enough to get to play soccer with him.
So he smiled and practiced with Isagi—his monster until they were both exhausted and tried to ignore the odd disappointment gnawing at him.
—
It had been a really, really long time since Bachira had a friend.
He had his mom and the monster, but it wasn't enough to relieve his unbearable loneliness.
He was lucky to be at Blue Lock and become friends with Isagi and the rest of Team Z, but he didn't know if certain things were okay.
Like tickling.
Bachira liked it. It was something he had enjoyed on occasion with the friends he did have when he was younger or his mom when he was feeling especially playful.
He had no idea how Isagi felt about it, but he missed it.
And he wanted it to happen again. With Isagi.
—
After training when Team Z was relaxing in their rooms and all throughout dinner, Bachira couldn't stop himself from staring at Isagi—wondering if his friend would ever act on the realization he'd made. It seemed more and more unlikely as the day went on, worsening Bachira's mood, though he hid it well behind his usual cheerful smile.
He wanted to sleep away his disappointment and completely forget about this miserable day, so he left their nightly training sessions early to go to bed. The room was empty when he arrived, but after taking a shower and changing, he was surprised to find Isagi there when he returned.
"Hey," Isagi smiled at him, lightly patting the empty space next to him on his bed.
"Hey," Bachira grinned, discarding his towel on the floor, which he was sure someone would scold him for later, but he didn't care right now because his Isagi was waiting for him. "What are you doing here?"
"I saw you snuck out, so I did too," Isagi shrugged, bumping his knee against Bachira's. "You… seemed like you weren't in a great mood today."
Blinking at him, Bachira was stunned into silence. He didn't think it was obvious, but Isagi was perceptive. It was a little embarrassing to think about why he was even upset. Admittedly, it was still bothering him a little.
"Um, I'm here… if you want to talk about it…"
Bachira breathed a sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. "It's stupid."
"I'll still listen."
It was moments like this where Bachira wished he wasn't so impulsive. But he was impatient and upset and he'd been waiting all day for something to happen. And if he didn't say anything, he knew it never would.
"I want you to tickle me."
"Oh," Isagi remarked, looking more embarrassed than Bachira felt. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "You… do?"
"Yeah," Bachira said with a shrug as he tried to act nonchalant. "I think it's fun. And I was kinda sad when you didn't earlier."
"Oh."
Anxiety bloomed in his chest as he waited for Isagi to process what he told him. Bachira had never admitted it to anyone else before; he wondered if Issgi would think he was weird too.
A mischievous smile slowly spread across Isagi's face as he once again knocked against Bachira's knee with his own, leaning in closer. "If you're still sad… then I think I know how to cheer you up."
Bachira didn't bother hiding his tentative relief and excitement. "Yes please."
His smile grew as he reached out, carefully squeezing Bachira's sides. "It looks like you're feeling better already!"
Squeaking and giggling cutely, he tried not to squirm away from Isagi's light, playful touch as his hands scribbled across Bachira's torso. He balled his own hands into fists, resisting the urge to fight back; he was enjoying it far too much for it to end so early.
"You're pretty ticklish, huh?" Isagi murmured, more to himself than Bachira as he experimentally prodded at ribs, earning delighted squeals from the other boy. He hoped he was doing it right. He didn't have much experience other than some tickle fights with his little sister and his friends when he was younger, but Bachira seemed to be enjoying himself. Really enjoying himself, actually.
"Dohohon't sahahay thahahaht!" He protested, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
"Why not? It's true."
"Ihihihihits embahaharrahahssihing!"
Isagi shifted to his waist, squeezing and eliciting a soft, surprised gasp from Bachira. His giggles grew in fervor, and he couldn't stop himself from darting out his hands to grasp Isagi's wrists, stilling the wonderfully tortuous sensations.
"Are you alright?" Isagi asked, concern clear as he searched Bachira's face for any sign of discomfort, worried he'd gone too far.
He nodded, still giggling. "Yeheheah, juhust gohohotta cahatch my breahath."
An instant relief filled Isagi as his smile returned, carefully brushing Bachira's messy hair out of his face.
After he managed to calm his laughter, he looked up at Isagi with the brightest eyes and biggest smile Isagi had ever seen. It warmed his heart. "That last spot was so bad. I had no idea I was ticklish there!"
"Should I… not tickle you there?"
"No, it's fine! I was just surprised," He chimed, laughing softly.
Isagi paused, feeling heat rise to his face as he asked, "Do you want me to keep going?"
He didn't know how Bachira was so casually talking about this; it was way too embarrassing.
"Would you?" He breathed, staring at Isagi with big, hopeful, desperate puppy-dog eyes that Isagi couldn't imagine saying no to.
"Yeah, but…"
"But?" Bachira prompted, a hint of nervousness seeping into his voice, after Isagi had been silent for a long moment.
"Um, am—am I…" Isagi stuttered. His face was burning. "Am I… doing it right?" He asked, cringing at his own words.
His smile widened as he eagerly nodded. "Mhm! You're doing amazing. It's really, really fun."
Isagi nodded. He was glad but still unable to shake his embarrassment. Bachira laughed, poking his side to regain his attention. "Thank you—for checking."
"Yeah, of course," Isagi sighed, lightly scolding himself. It didn't have to be weird unless he made it weird. Bachira liked—no, loved this. If he didn't have to be self-conscious, then neither did Isagi.
"Now, should we see just how bad this is?" He taunted, hands resting on Bachira's waist.
He tingled with nervous excitement, a few loose giggles already coming out. Shifting his position, he sat on his hands so they wouldn't get in the way this time, took a deep breath, and bravely nodded.
Isagi was gentle, lightly dragging his fingers across his hips in a way that made Bachira gasp and jerk back with quiet, breathy giggles. The gentle tickling somehow was worse than before, making his skin prickle as Isagi's touch ran across and his instincts begged him to stop it, but he remained as still as he could manage.
Isagi had to hold back a laugh of his own. He couldn't help but enjoy watching Bachira tremble beneath him as he tried to hold himself back. Bachira's soft giggles and his wide smile filled Isagi with a surprising warmth. It was incredible to think of, that his squeezed-shut, crinkled eyes, failed attempts to control his squirming, and sheer joy, all of it was created by Isagi. He felt oddly special, being able to share this intimate moment with his friend. Maybe he could understand why Bachira liked this.
"Isahahagi!" Bachira cried, drawing him out of his thoughts.
"Is it? That's too bad," He teased, tweaking his waist and eliciting a squeal. Isagi did laugh then, overjoyed with the reaction, but he took pity on Bachira and moved spots, spidering his hand across his stomach to produce a steady stream of happy giggles.
"Thahahts behehetter. I lihihike thahahat."
"Good, cause I like hearing you laugh."
Bachira fell silent as his face reddened. He couldn't believe how flustering it actually was, let alone the fact that Isagi was teasing him. It was better than he ever could've imagined. Relishing in the sensations, he relaxed into the soft touch with sweet giggles. He felt so unbelievably giddy; it seemed unreal, as if he was dreaming. His heart was mushy, like he was absolute putty in Isagi's hands.
He didn't know how long his elation lasted before he was breathless, teary-eyed, and couldn't take anymore. "Stahahahap," He giggled, reaching out to tug at Isagi's wrist.
He immediately did, rubbing soothing circles on Bachira's back as he caught his breath. "Do you feel okay?"
"Yeheheah," He breathed, joy bursting from every fiber of his being, "Thahanks."
After the laughter stopped, Isagi excused himself to get him water. Bachira hadn't noticed he left, too overwhelmed to realize until Isagi returned and a glass of water was pressed into his hand. He drank it quickly, murmuring a quick thank you as he stared at Isagi with intense, slightly-dazed eyes.
Once again, Isagi brushed Bachira's hair out of his face and bumped their knees together. "So. I guess that cheered you up?"
"Yeah," Bachira laughed, and because he had always been impulsive, he threw his arms around Isagi, pulling him into a tight hug, before he could talk himself out of it. Isagi blinked in surprise, stilling for a moment then quickly wrapping his own arms around Bachira. It was oddly comforting for both of them.
When Bachira finally pulled back, they settled into a comfortable silence, allowing them both to process what had happened. Bachira still couldn't believe it, and he wasn't sure what came next. Until he realized he'd missed something. Isagi had checked in on him more than once, but Bachira hadn't done the same.
Bachira leaned closer, intently staring at him. "Are you okay?"
Isagi raised his eyebrows, surprised but nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Do you need anything?"
He laughed, "No, but should we… talk about... what happened?" He asked, a faint blush returning.
"Yeah! You know, you were really good at that, Isagi~"
"...Was I?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck again.
"You were," He smiled, remembering Isagi's earlier insecurities. "It was nice of you to check on me. And I liked the teasing. But you don't have to be so gentle next time."
His blush deepened. "Next time?"
"There will be one, right?"
"Yeah," He breathed.
"Good, and remember what I said, 'cause I won't be as gentle with you~" He teased with a mischievous smirk.
Isagi barely had time to react before Bachira dug his hands into his stomach, squeezing and scribbling and kneading to make Isagi double over, bursting into laughter. He whined with half-hearted complaints while Bachira teased him as he cackled, until he managed to latch onto Bachira's side, making him shriek too.
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Their tickle fight lasted until the door to Team Z's room opened and a visibly stunned Kunigami stared at them from the doorway. "What are you guys doing?"
Isagi and Bachira shared a look, and that was all it took for them to agree to gang up on him. As their other team members slowly poured in, they were all somehow roped into the tickle fight.
Afterwards, the team laid in their beds, all exhausted and some annoyed, but Isagi knew it was worth it for the joy on Bachira's face.
Blue Lock - ler!Isagi, lee!Niko (a little bit of lee!Isagi)
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“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
Isagi could almost feel the shit-eating grin on his boyfriend’s lips and he tried his best not to look at him as he took his seat at the aisle. (Niko liked the window seat and Isagi cared too little about plane seats and too much about Niko to fight him over it.) “Stop looking at me like that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re not sorry.”
“Right, I’m not sorry. That was too funny.”
Isagi felt his face heat up at the embarrassing memory of the airport security patdown and him squealing in front of a waiting line of roughly thirty people when his ribs were touched. The small smile on the guy’s face, which he had probably meant to be reassuring (“Don’t worry, happens every day.”) but which had only furthered his embarrassment. And Niko snickering behind him had really been anything but helpful.
He let out a soft squeak when a finger poked his side and turned to his boyfriend with flushed cheeks. “Don’t.”
“But you’re so ticklish, it’s so cute.”
“There are people here!” Isagi hissed, but Niko just shrugged.
“They should all see how cute and ticklish you are.”
Oh that little-
“AIEE! Ihisahahagihi, nohoho!”
“No?” Isagi grabbed Niko’s wrist and pulled it down while his other hand continued to scribble and pinch at the soft, pale skin of the younger boy’s neck. “But I want to show everyone how cute and ticklish you are.”
“Dohohon’t uhuse my own wohords agahai- nahahaha! Dohohon’t!” Niko clasped a hand in front of his mouth and tried to protect himself by tilting his head. Unfortunately that only resulted in the tickling fingers getting trapped.
“Sorry, you said it so well.” Isagi grinned as he continued to wiggle his fingers. Niko was now squirming around in his seat, sinking deeper and deeper into the cushions as if he could somehow escape by becoming one with the backrest. His hair had fallen to the side and revealed that his eyes were squeezed shut and a few tears were pricking at their corners. Alright, maybe he could be a little merciful. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Yehehehes!”
“Do you really want me to stop?” And then, just for the heck of it and to see that adorable blush; “Even though you’re so cute and ticklish?”
“Yohoihihichi, plehehehease!”
“Fine.” Isagi chuckled softly and took his fingers away, instead caressing Niko’s hair to help him calm down and handing him a bottle of water. “Just because I feel good today.”
Niko took a moment to calm down before he half-heartedly glared at him. “You’re so lucky I love you.”
Isagi just grinned and gave him a kiss on the cheek, enjoying the return of the blush. “Next time you make fun of me, just remember I know your death spot.”
Niko groaned softly. “Alright, noted.” When he looked back up at Isagi, there was a mischievous spark in his eyes. “But remember that I know yours too.”
I love this trio so frigging much. One of my longer fics lol. Anyway hope you like it!
Warnings: Manga spoilers! Also this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing feel free to keep scrolling.
Summery: Isagi wants to try getting to know his new teammates better
It was just a normal night in their new dorms. Isagi was so used to being with one of the more familiar faces, such as Chigiri, Bachira, and even Nagi, that he didn’t realize how weird it felt not sharing a room with any of them for once.
He glanced at Kurona, the boy with pink hair and a single braid dangling on the side, who was fiddling around on his phone on his bed, and then looked at Hiori, the boy with light blue hair, who was also on his phone, also occasionally checking their stats mostly for the fun of it.
He wanted to get to know them better. He knew Hiori of course from the third selection, but this was the first time he and Kurona were put together.
“H-hey.. uhm…” Isagi began awkwardly. Hiori looked up, “Oh, what’s up Isagi?” He asked. Kurona seemed to take his eyes off his phone to indicate he was listening also.
Isagi hesitated for a moment. And then…
“Well.. I was kinda thinking, maybe we can try getting to know each other better. Like, so we can be more comfortable and understand one another on the field more, since we’re on the same team after all.”
Isagi finished with a nervous laugh. Shit, since when did he feel this awkward meeting new people?
Hiori gave him a gentle smile. “Don’t worry Isagi, that sounds like a terrific idea! What do ya think Kurona?”
Kurona looked between the two and shrugged, “I guess it couldn’t hurt.”
Isagi moved to sit by the front edge of the bed so he was closer.
“Sooo… uhm..” Shit. He didn’t think that far ahead.
Hiori luckily jumped in. “How ‘bout we play truth or dare?”
Isagi remembered playing that game with his old soccer team, as well as having played it a little with Nagi and Chigiri to pass the time in the Blue Lock dorms.
“Sure, we could do that.” Isagi said with a nod.
“Great! Do any of you want to start?” He asked, glancing between the two of them.
Kurona shrugged once more, “I don’t really care.”
“Yeah I don’t mind either way whoever starts.” Isagi said.
Hiori smiled and nodded. “Ok then I’ll start. Hmm… Isagi truth or dare?”
Isagi flinched. He didn’t entirely expect being picked out first.
He thought about the two options. “Hmm.. truth I guess.”
Hiori grinned a bit more mischievously. “Playing it safe I see huh Isagi?” He teased, making Isagi blush slightly.
“Hmmm… how about… have you ever had yer first kiss?”
Despite the blush, Isagi shook his head. “Nah. Although I do hope to have it eventually, I’ve been too focused on soccer to worry about that for now.”
Hiori nodded and chuckled slightly. “Haha, that’s fair enough. I suppose it’s yer turn now.”
They went between the three for a bit, Isagi asking Kurona if he had a sweet tooth, Hiori being dared to try doing a handstand.
Soon things started getting interesting. It was Hioris turn again, who asked Isagi to pick truth or dare. Isagi picked truth.
“Umm.. Isagi are you ticklish?” A playful glint shone in his eye.
Isagis face heated up at the question. How could he ask that so casually? “U-uh.. w-well.. I mean… isn’t everyone?” He was not expecting to be asked something like that at all so it caught him a bit off guard.
A smile slowly grew on the light blue haired boys face.
“H-Hiori.. plehehease I.. n-aHH!!!” God he just couldn’t keep those anticipation giggles under control. In a second Hiori jumped up, and went right for him.
“Well ya did say we should start feelin’ more comfortable with one another right? Maybe this is a good form of bonding to help us get closer as a team.” Hiori reasoned.
Isagi supposed he wasn’t wrong. But before he could say anything Hiori began digging into his sides.
“G-gyHA! Nohohohoho!!!!” Isagi cried out, squirming around as he bursted into laughter.
“W-wahahait nohoho fahahair!!!” He protested.
“Hm? Not fair you say? Last I checked you said yer ticklish. That’s clearly an invite for me to tickle ya!”
Nonetheless Hiori tickled at every spot he could reach.
“You have such a nice laugh Isagi!” Hiori told him.
“Shuhuhut uhuhup- GYAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHERE!!!”
Suddenly Hiori was at his ribs, scratching at each bone and digging into every groove.
Isagi cackled hysterically as he kicked his feet and squirmed violently under the blue haired boy.
“Wow yer really ticklish here Isagi.” Hiori teased, slowly his fingers down to let him breathe.
“Sorry, I just had to. I’ve never gotten to tickle anyone like that before.”
Isagi laughed “It’s fine really. My old teammates would do it to me sometimes also.”
“Oh? So is this a known thing about you then Yoichi?” Hiori raised an eyebrow.
“Shut up!” Isagi cried with a grin, poking Hiori. No sound.
“Huh? Really? Nothing?” Isagi asked with bewilderment.
“Ah sorry about that Isagi. I’m not ticklish.” Hiori told him.
Isagi felt disappointed. Just then he realized they forgot about Kurona. “Oh Kurona sorry about that we totally abandoned the game.” He said to the pink haired boy who had gone back on his phone.
Kurona shrugged. “It’s fine I don’t care.” Though Isagi couldn’t help noticing he seemed rather upset. Suddenly he felt like a big jerk.
“Hey Kurona what about you? You ticklish too?” Isagi asked him, with a smile.
Kurona flinched, looking up at him now.
That certainly got his attention, Isagi thought noticing how fast he snapped his head up.
“Uhh.. well…” Kurona moved himself back defensively. “I-I don’t think so.”
Everything about his body language told Isagi otherwise. He seemed rather nervous, suddenly awkwardly moving his arms around his body as if to protect himself.
Isagis grin slowly turned mischievous as well.
“Oh is that so?”
He nodded, curling deeper into himself right there on the bed.
“Hey Hiori what do you think? Is this guy telling the truth?”
“I don’t know Isagi.” Hiori jokingly shook his head. “He could very well be.”
“Only one way to find out though. Right Kurona?” Isagi asked, trying to land a light poke to the younger boys side, which got him a tiny squeak.
They looked at one another, exchanging mischievous looks, and then made their attack.
Hiori grabbed Kurona gently so that he was laying back into his lap, while holding back his arms firmly.
“Ready to tell the truth?” Isagi asked with a grin, wiggling his fingers at his sides.
Kurona shook his head, weakly trying to squirm away.
When Isagi started wiggling up and down his sides, Kuronas squirms intensified, but he seemed determined not to break, holding in his laughter.
“Cmon Kurona you know you wanna laugh…” Isagi teased. “What about here then?” He asked, pressing his fingers into his ribs.
That’s when Kurona finally broke.
“W-wahahahait!” He cried softly. His laughter was soft and almost squeaky.
“Awww Kurona you have such an adorable laugh…” Isagi cooed, making Kurona blush hard as his struggles increased.
“Isagi let’s see if he has a really bad spot!” Hiori told him.
Isagi grinned and nodded. He went for his armpits, not too different, but got him much louder laughter.
Even fluttering at his neck didn’t seem too bad.
It was when he started clawing at his belly that Kurona let out a loud high pitched squeal, struggling way more violently now.
Isagi however, easily slipped a hand under the blue lock sweater, and dug a single finger into his belly button.
Kurona was gone now. He had gone completely limp from weakness of laughter, his laugh going near silent as Isagi swirled around his finger into the innie.
“P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO- NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!! IHIHM TOO TIHIHICKLISH!!!” Kurona was basically screeching at this point. Part of him hoped that admitting the truth would get Isagi to stop.
And he was correct, because almost as soon as he did say that, Isagi stopped his fingers, allowing him to breathe.
Hiori had also let go of him, so Kurona, now free rolled to his side on the bed, curling up as tightly as he could to protect himself. He was still breathing heavily, and was also still a great giggly mess from the intense attack.
Isagi couldn’t help laughing himself. “Sorry about that Kurona. I hope we didn’t go too far.”
“N-No.. no y-yohohou’re fihihine…” Kurona managed.
Not a couple seconds later, they noticed that he had passed out from exhaustion.
A warm smile appeared on Isagi as he pulled the covers over the younger boy.
“I guess it is pretty late. We do have training tomorrow. Want to call it a night?” Isagi asked Hirori.
Hiori nodded. “Yeah I say we should. We can just continue our game some other time.”
And with that they both returned to their own beds, sleeping soundly that night.
Summary: All Isagi wants is to finish his schoolwork and settle in for a relaxing night. Bachira has other plans.
Word Count: 1,086
I'm back with another Blue Lock fic! Sorry it took so long, but school starts again next week, and I'm a little frazzled trying to get all my summer assignments done 😅 But I should be posting more soon, and I hope you enjoy! 💙
"Isagi," Bachira whined, flopping down onto the couch, his feet propped on its arm and head worming its way onto his boyfriend's lap. "Are you done yet?"
He barely held back a sigh, bringing up a hand to massage his temple. "No, like I told you," he paused, glancing at the clock, "three minutes ago, it's going to take at least another hour."
"Can't you take a break?" Bachira pouted, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. It was harder to resist than Isagi wanted to admit.
"Not yet."
"Please?" He stole Isagi's hand from his head, interlocking their fingers and bringing it down to his mouth to press chaste kisses to his wrist.
Smiling despite himself, Isagi set down the pen in his other hand, smoothing out Bachira's bangs and kissing his forehead. He'd done a surprisingly good job at leaving Isagi alone to start working on his paper, but in the last hour or so, it seemed Bachira had run out of patience and couldn't help trying to distract his partner. Normally, Isagi wouldn't mind it, but the assignment was due tomorrow, and he didn't plan on pulling another all-nighter.
"I'll be done soon; I promise. But the more you interrupt me, the longer it'll take."
"But I need attention! I'm gonna die of boredom!" Bachira cried, dramatically posing with a hand draped over his forehead, still never releasing his hold of Isagi.
"I think you'll be fine."
"That's neglect, you know," his pout grew; pulling Isagi's arm closer, he clasped onto it with both of his, hugging it tightly to his chest. "Fine. You can keep working, but I'm staying here."
Isagi laughed, rolling his eyes at Bachira's antics, but it gave him an idea. If Bachira wouldn't move, then Isagi would have to make him.
"Fine," he repeated, taking in their position. Bachira was half-sprawled on his lap, still looking up at him with pleading eyes and a sulky expression. Isagi would have to fix that. "I guess I can take a small break."
Bachira's pout was replaced by a wide, wobbly smile and his eyes shone with excitement, not from Isagi's words, but from his hand in Bachira's grasp that had begun tickling his neck.
With a noise of protest, Bachira squirmed, scrunching up his shoulders as a meager defense from Isagi's blunt nails that lightly grazed his skin.
"Hehehey!"
"Hey." He smirked, wrapping his other arm around Bachira's waist to dig into his stomach. "Are you still bored?"
Giggling sweetly, he shook his head, grip tightening on Isagi's arm. "Thihihis ihihisn't whahat I meahahant!"
He leaned closer, whispering in Bachira's ear, "Yeah, but you like it, don't you?"
Isagi chuckled at the bright blush blossoming on his boyfriend's face, unable to resist pecking his cheek.
"I dohon't knohohow whahat yohou meahahan," he managed between his growing laughter, something uncharacteristically shy in his tone.
They both knew that Bachira loved it, and Isagi, admittedly, enjoyed it more than he thought most other people did, but there was always a hint of embarrassment that Isagi noticed whenever he teased Bachira about it. Every time, Isagi found it surprisingly adorable, and it only spurred him on.
"Really? Then maybe I should get back to work," he stilled his hands, pausing as Bachira fought to catch his breath. "Unless… you really don't want me to stop."
"Don't stop," he breathed, the plea falling from his mouth not even a second later, before he could realize what he was saying or let his embarrassment overcome his desire.
Isagi grinned, a laugh bubbling in his throat as he repositioned them so that Bachira was leaning against his chest, head resting on his shoulder and still inexplicably clutching Isagi's arm. Maybe he thought it would stop the tickling from getting worse or Isagi from returning to his essay—not that he would now; he was having far too much fun.
"I guess I can play for a little longer," he hummed, lightly trailing kisses down Bachira's neck, who giggled lightly, leaning into the touch. His free arm wrapped around Bachira's waist to support him and trailed upwards, pinching along his side.
It was a beautiful sight. Bachira's dual-colored hair fell around him in messy waves, almost obscuring his face as he just barely squirmed. His eyes were squeezed shut, but Isagi could imagine the gleeful shine he'd see in them if they weren't. A wide smile and the faint blush dusting his cheeks painted a picture of pure joy as precious giggles continued pouring out of him.
Isagi was enamored, to say the least.
"You're adorable," he murmured, because he had never been very good with words, and he certainly didn't have the ones to describe how utterly infatuated he was with Bachira in this moment, and every moment, really. He could never explain how Bachira always challenged him, always pushed him to be better, always left him with an unshakable confidence because he knew that Bachira believed in him, or the way that his heart stuttered and his breath stopped whenever Isagi saw him laughing like this, the way he felt an unbelievable warmth in his chest that made him want it to never end, the way that he knew he'd never be happier than he was right now with the boy who had stolen his heart.
"Yohohou sahay thahahat evehehery tihihime!" Bachira smiled, peeping an eye open to stare at Isagi, and he knew he must have felt the same way.
"'Cause it's true," he smiled back, and he knew he'd never need to explain it. Because Bachira knew, he could feel Isagi's love for him in every action, every word, even if he'd never find the right ones.
Isagi stopped the tickling, wrapping his arm tighter around Bachira and pulling him in for a kiss. When it ended, Isagi was light-headed and giddier than before, wondering how he was lucky enough to end up with him.
Bachira was still giggling quietly, as he finally released Isagi's arm to envelop him in a hug.
His smile growing, Isagi relaxed in the arms of his boyfriend, kissing his forehead again and pushing down any remaining concerns for his work to accept their usual Bachira-mandated post-tickles cuddling session.
It was his fault for letting his guard down.
"You're adorable too," Bachira cooed, and that was Isagi's only warning before Bachira dug his hands into his ribs, making him yelp and cackle.
His assignment long-forgotten, they enjoyed another night of love and laughter together, with many more to come.
