#ler!kenma

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #14: Lose

So before I kick off my windbreaker obsession, I watched the hq movie recently and naturally my brain became obsessed with KenHina so I've been cooking this one for a bit and it's finally done

I think my other hq fics are all timeskip but this one is NOT

Enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Kenma x Hinata (romantic)

Lee: Hinata

Ler: Kenma

Warnings: Tickles!

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A game over screen flashed brightly on Kenma’s handheld console, though it wasn’t the faux blonde who was playing.

“Aww dang it! I lost again” an annoyed huff came out of Karasuno’s #10, who was all nuzzled up on the blonde’s lap. Cat-like eyes peeking over his shoulder to look at the screen.

Earlier that day, Hinata had decided to indulge Kenma’s wish of staying in, but naturally he needed something to do so he settled to try the game that his partner frequents. Kenma made it look so easy, so why was he so bad at it?!

“Okay, okay. One more go” Hinata said with newfound determination, restarting the game.

From behind, Kenma let out an annoyed sigh. “You’ve been at it for a while, I want cuddles” he practically mumbled against the ginger’s neck, his arms squeezing his middle.

“Just one more- Hehey! That tickles” Shoyo giggled out, squirming in his partner’s hold. Missing the way that Kenma’s lip stretched into a mischievous smirk, already plotting.

The setter’s hands wormed their way under his partner’s shirt, fingers curling around the sides of his waist. Kenma had to stifle a chuckle when Shoyo squeaked like a toy, trying to fold on himself, but the setter kept him held upright.

“Kenma- Nohoho!!!” The ginger all but shrieked when he felt short, blunt nails start to lightly scratch up and down his bare sides. The sensation makes him want to lurch away, but unable to. “I can’t play like thihihis!”

“That’s kinda the point” the setter pulled a high pitched squeal out of the shorter one when he started pinching at his hip bone. He couldn’t help but smile earnestly at the adorable reactions his partner produced. “Now c’mon, give up alreadyyyy~”

“N-never! HeeeEEEEEeeek! YoHOu cheheHEAter!” the middle blocker cackled out brightly, face flushing over all the embarrassing sounds that Kenma managed to pull out of him.

“Oh?~”

Oh no, that tone could mean nothing but trouble. Hinata felt his heart drop in his chest when he was suddenly sprawled onto his back, Nekoma’s setter looming over him with a predatory gaze. At this point, the game had been long forgotten.

An audible gulp rang in the room “Wahait! Can’t we talk about thiHIHIS?! NAHAHA! KENMAAAHAHAHA!” Shoyo felt his brain go all fuzzy when Kenma landed on top of him, burying his face into his neck and attacking it with nibbles and raspberries. All while his hands squeezed his waist in a way that pushed all that sweet laughter out of his throat.

It didn’t take long until Hinata was all tuckered out, practically clinging onto the blonde. Well, that’s one way to get cuddles. He held the ginger close, using his palm to get rid of any leftover tingles. A soft murmur could be heard coming from the shorter male, though Kenma couldn’t quite decipher what he said. “Hmm? Did you say something?”

The setter felt his heart do a small flip when his gaze locked with Hinata’s. Half-lidded, adorable eyes with a hint of… revenge?

“I said… I’m so getting you back for that” the ginger said more confidently. “I might suck at your videogames, but I’m definitely the better tickler” he proclaimed pridefully, snuggling closer to his partner.

Kenma rolled his eyes fondly, though deep down he felt a bit excited by the threat.

“We’ll see about that”.

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[myreygn]

monopoly sucks

written upon request by this lovely anon

summary: Kuroo rules at Monopoly and everyone hates it. Time to kick him down a notch.

an: i suck at math and i haven’t played monopoly in ages so pls don’t come at me because of the money thanks

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“Uh oh...”

“No.”

“That looks like...”

“Shut up.”

“Kenma~”

“Quit that, I get it!” The setter sighs. “How much?”

“Let's see... 315.000 Yen sounds about right.” Kuroo smirks at him in the single most complacent way anyone could ever manage and Kenma closes his eyes in agony. “Do you have 315.000 Yen, Kenma?”

“No.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Kuroo, stop being annoying,” Kai rebukes the captain from the other side of the board, a little sympathetic for poor Kenma, but undoubtedly relieved that it's not him who has to pay.

“Alright, alright. What do you have then, Kenma?”

God, Kuroo is lucky that he is too tired to attempt an assassination. “50.000 Yen.”

“And?”

“And the train stations.” It's physically painful to even say it out loud. “In for a trade?”

“Sure. We can agree on... 30.000 Yen and three train stations.”

“Three?”

“Or two train stations, but that will be 50.000 Yen then.”

Asshole. Kenma sighs again and hands Kuroo the three train stations along with more than half of his asset. He still has a long way to go before he can pass start and half of the property is owned by Kuroo, which is just bullshit, considering that there's six of them playing. Honestly, he's impressed that none of them is broke yet. Well, completely broke.

“Monopoly sucks.”

“No, you suck at Monopoly.” Kuroo smiles and adds the game money to his already unbelievably huge stack of Yen and property cards. “And anyway, why would you say that? We're having a lot of fun, aren't we?

“Yeah, whatever.” Yaku grabs the dice and for someone who only has 5.000 Yen and a lousy brown street in front of them, he seems awfully self confident. Probably because he has no problems being an enemy of the state and doesn't give a damn about how much money Kuroo has when push comes to shove.

The dice knock Lev's little car over, then they stop. Two and four. Hotel. Kuroo's hotel. Of course. Kuroo is the only one who can afford hotels right now.

“Yakkun, I hate to break it to you, but I think you're out.”

Yaku crosses his arms and Kenma prepares himself for a discussion, because yeah, maybe Yaku is pretty chill about board games, but he's also a bad loser and the setter can tell from his teammates' expressions alone that everyone is ready for some drama.

“Says who?”

“Me and the rules.” Kuroo points at the pathetic asset in front of the Libero. “If you can't pay, you're out and you can't pay me with that, that's not nearly half of what this move costs you. Give me your money and street.”

“Or else what?” Yaku smirks and leans back against the wall. “You can't stop me from just keeping everything. Actually –” he sneaks a hand into the bank and takes out some of the game money – “you can't stop me from abolishing this whole construct. See this? What are you gonna do, put me in jail?”

“You're a sore loser.”

“And you're king of capitalism, can we play something else now?”

“Not until you say it.” Kuroo smirks and folds his arms behind his head, leaning back. “Say 'I'm a sore loser'.”

“Kuroo Tetsurou is a sore loser.”

“Yakkun, you're no fun!”

“I am no fun?!” Yaku jumps up and onto Kuroo before anyone can react and squeezes his sides, making him shriek and fall back on the floor. “If I'm no fun, why are you laughing, huh? Why are you laughing, idiot?”

Kenma can't help but smirk at the scenario – not like Kuroo and his self-complacent ass don't deserve it. And laughter is a good look on him, especially when it's this kind of laughter. He always found his best friend's ticklishness something quiet fun to mess with. And Yaku for sure feels the same way, judging by his wide grin and his fingers relentlessly massaging Kuroo's ribs.

“Noho, Yahaku! Stahap,” Kuroo cackles and clamps his arms to his sides desperately. “I-”

“You what? You're enjoying yourself? That's great!” Yaku grins when his friend squeaks. “I'm enjoying myself too! See, now we're having fun! Hey, hey, don't move around like that, you're gonna make me fall! Yamamoto, help me out here.”

“Noooo,” Kuroo whines, “don't, dohon't hehelp him!”

Yamamoto doesn't hesitate for a second though – not surprising, Kenma thinks, considering that he has even less money left than Yaku and half of his own streets were taken over by the “king of capitalism” as well. He grabs Kuroo's kicking legs and makes himself comfortable on his ankles. “No can do Captain, I'm sorry.”

A squeeze to the hips, Kuroo snorts. “Ah- noho! Kehehenmaha! Don't lahaugh ahat me! Hehelp!”

“If you insist.” He actually hasn't meant to get involved, but honestly, why not? Kenma crawls over to where his friends are seated and carefully drags one finger over Kuroo's socked foot, glad that his legs are trapped – judging by the shriek, he would've probably gotten kicked in the face otherwise.

“AhahAH, Kehenmaha!”

“Lev, come and train your dexterity.”

The first year, happy to be included, scrambles over to his Senpai and copies Kenma's movements for a bit before resorting to scribbling all five fingers under Kuroo's toes, causing a literal scream from the Captain.

“StahAHAP! PLEHEHEASE!”

“Stop? Kuroo, my friend, we're just getting started.” It doesn't take more than one quick glance from Yaku for Kai to roll his eyes and make his way around the long forgotten board game and over to them. Kenma chuckles lightly to himself – Kai always seems so sweet and kind, but he's really mean, even meaner than Yaku.

When it comes to tickling Kuroo, that is. After all it's him who was the first one to do it and he always likes to go for, well, the worst spot.

“KYAHAHA! KAHAHAI!”

“Kuroo,” Kai replies in a mocking tone, wiggling his fingers in Kuroo's armpits, making him clamp his arms to his sides and – finally – letting out his hyena laugh. “You good there?”

“AHAHAHAM NAHAHAT!”

“Oh, come on, don't be a buzzkill.” Yaku smirks at Kai and they double their efforts as if choreographed. If Kuroo wasn't dying before, he's now. “Everyone is having so much fun. What do you say guys, six minutes? One for every damn hotel on this board?”

The desperation in Kuroo's eyes grows and when he looks at Kenma, the setter can't help but smile.

'Come on, you can take it. We both know that.'