I have never written for free! But today I will, oh lord! I wanna see this Haruka once again! (Similar to ahem ahem a certain Haruka from Windbreaker)
Lee!haru / ler!makoto, ler!ikuya, ler!asahi
(Takes place during middle school of the anime Free!starting days)
31 Tickle Drabbles in October 🧡
Hi all! This will be the post where I'll eventually collect my Tickletober fics in a masterlist, starting t
The silence... the tranquillity. Haruka Nanase wishes he could stay underwater forever. No noises to bother him, no annoying teaches to chide him, no friends to offer him ceaseless attention -it is perfection.
The more his moves his hands up to the surface, the cold from the outside reminds him of the reluctance to leave the warm water that embraces him.
Liftinf his feet slightly, his toes now leaning towards the edge of the small tub, he relaxes further down, letting his head engulf within the water bodies.
Regardless... he could just forget school for once and stay here like a euphoric relm.
Little did he know that the silence was louder than noises, as he didn't hear the sound of the bathroom door slide open.
"Ugh, Haru... he's at it again..." Ikuya groans, now folding his arms as he looks at Asahi, snickering in amusement.
Makoto chuckles sweetly, "Well, he does this all the time..."
"He doesn't even know we're here"
Makoto mischievously reached out to tickle Haruka's toes, the reaction was instant when the water suddenly splashed. With Haru (unelegantly) straightening himself, jerking up and rubbing his wet face.
Ikuya and Asahi couldn't help but burst into laughter "Ahaha! Haru looked so funny! We rarely see him act so flustered!"
Asahi agreed nodding now slapping Ikuya in the back as they laughed together, "Just like you were when u tried to copy Haru!"
Ikuya's laugh cut short to a growl, "Oi!"
Makoto sighs, now crossing his arms, "Haru, we're late... what did I tell you about long baths and dreaming?"
Haru looks embarassed, his blue eyes averting sideways, "Well you didn't have to act like a mom for that"
Asahi this time grabbed Haru's ankle now scribbling away mercilessly, "Oh yh? Well you shouldn't act like a child to begin with, Haru-chan!"
Haruka groaned into giggles, now water splashing around, "S-Stohoohop, jeeheheez"
Ikuya giggles back now tickling Haru's neck, "Aw he's so ticklish... better get out or else we won't stop"
Haru scrunched his shoulder cutely, now unable to hide the uncharacteristic squeal, making them adore a sigh of endearment.
"Cute!" Asahi Yelps in surprise.
"A-Ahahalright, alright! Stahahap..." Haru managed to splash water to make them move away from him, his face redder than a cherry. Makoto grins proudly, now pulling Ikuya and Asahi away, "You have five minutes to get ready. Otherwise, another tickle fest it is... Haru-chan"
After closing the door, the other protested, "Don't call me that...!"
Ikuya grinned as they heard Haru change swiftly, "Who knew the stoic Haruka is ticklish"
Asahi coughs, "Ahem, don't think you are one to talk Ikuya..." he smirks wiggling his fingers at Ikuya who backs of with a whine, "Don't you dahahare..."
"Awwww come here, Ikuuu!"
Makoto should watch out with the way they began yo run through Haru's house, Ikuya scrambling with giggles to escape the mencing Asahi.
Well, Makoto couldn't care less. It's all Haru-chan's fault.
When I said I was using y'all's suggestions for art prompts, turns put I used all of em for Lee Byakuya. Sorry, not sorry 😝
We start out with some simple comfort tickles. Of course~ @featherstreams suggested plenty of good ones! Of course, I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort. Just implied but I think this one is my fav~
Both featherstreams and @thornoisdono suggest some massage tickles! I actually made an old tickle massage tickle pic of Naegami back in my Danganronpa days. This is kind of a continuation of my old pic, or a redraw. Whatever, back tickles are so cute!!
Thornoisdono got me with them tickly kisses! Another classic but a good one~ Good shit right there.
I CANT BELIEVE I NEVER PUT THE DAMN EGOTISTICAL ASSHOLE IN A TICKLE BELT!?!?! I even made a tickle belt in the danganronpa canon! Kazuichi made it~ Already put Nagito and Shuichi in it. Might as well throw Byakuya in it! The belt is a great tickle troupe so thanks featherstreams!!
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.
Sorry, I gotta show my bias here: please the enstars grumpy cat. He's my favorite nagging mom. And he's also kinda relatable with being the mom friend and his toxic and destructive perfectionism.
Tickletober day 16: Izumi day (bc I can)
Good answer (even tho there was no wrong answer lol). We love our nagging mama💖
Today has been ROUGH so what better way to destress than by writing for our favorite grumpy knight.
*No Yuu-kun's were harmed in the making of this fic*
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Makoto x Izumi (platonic)
Lee: Izumi
Ler: Makoto
Warnings: Tickles!
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It was another ordinary day for Yuu-kun, he was out and about minding his own business. Everything was going fine until he felt a disturbance in the force. He didn't know why, but he started to feel a bit uneasy.
"GYAH!" he suddenly yelped out when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him in a tight embrace.
"I finally found you Yuu-kun~!".
Oh no that voice, it was none other than Izumi.
"W-what are you doing here?!".
"I just flew back from Florence so of course I had to come see you~".
The blonde gulped as he felt the older one's grip tighten around him. That's never a good sign. He struggled trying to get out of it, but it was impossible, didn't matter how hard he squirmed Izumi just kept clinging onto him. Drastic times call for drastic measures if he wanted to be free. Makoto gripped his hands unto Izumi's sides, trying to gently push him away as to not hurt him. What he wasn't expecting were the soft giggles that bubbled out of his senior.
Makoto looked at him dumbfounded before it all clicked in his head. Wanting to experiment, he wiggled his fingers against Izumi's sides with vigor, earning louder snickers from the latter.
"Yuu-kuhun staHAp thAhat!" the silver haired male squirmed from side to side, giggling hysterically in the process. He tried muffling his giggles against Makoto's shoulder, all while still clinging onto him for dear life. Although it became harder with the tickling, he still remained determined and stubborn.
"I'll stop once you let go of me. Until then, tickle tickle~" Makoto started feeling a bit more playful in the situation, after all it wasn't everyday that he got to see this other side of Izumi. He moved his fingers up to his ribs, poking and prodding at the spot.
"Pfft-! Mhmhm...!" Izumi bit down on his lip to try to control himself, but it was useless. Makoto noticed how his arms were starting to become a bit loose, maybe he was aproaching a good spot? He wormed his fingers up to Izumi's armpits and that's when the damn broke. "GYAH! AHAHAHAHA!" Izumi instantly clamped his arms down, not being able to hold on any longer.
Even though he was now free, Makoto couldn't help but keep tickling him. Enjoying watching him smile and laugh so brightly.
"N-NO MOHOHORE!" cried out Izumi through his obnoxious laughter. His eyes were completely squeezed shut, a few tears starting to prick the corners. His cheeks were fully red and his smile was so wide it was unrecognizeable. He was absolutely in stitches. Not wanting to overdo it, Makoto slowed his fingers to a stop.
He watched as Izumi panted, catching his breath in the process. Makoto looked at him in endearment before saying "Your natural smile is so pretty, you should smile more often" which only caused Izumi to errupt in the spot.
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Idk how to end this, so I'll leave it at that :p
I'm sleep deprived so this might be ass lol
Anyways, I love Sena Izumi 💖 (although Leo is still my #1 huehuheu)
There was an ask for Naegiri and Saiouma for the asks thing but I’m dumb and accidentally deleted the message so here you go @naegiristan 😊
Naegiri
1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?
Okay this one’s actually really tough but I think Kyoko would have a cuter laugh. I think she’d try to hide the fact she’s laughing by burying her face behind her hair and hands but once she gets laughing oh boy it’s so adorable!
2. Who is ticklish in weird places and where would it be?
Kyoko again! I headcannon that she’s really sensitive to soft tickles on the backs of her shoulders and shoulder blades
3. Who gets cheer up tickles?
Both of them! Quite often as well. Makoto would cheer up really quickly while it would take Kyoko a bit longer but they always work.
4. Who takes advantage of the other getting stuck while taking off their T-shirt?
If Makoto got stuck Kyoko would definitely take advantage! Makoko would probably flail around quite a bit which would only cause him to get even more tangled.
5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?
Kyoko caught light of it from Sayaka or Aoi and thought to test it out for herself. Needless to say the theories were true. Of course it was only a matter of time before Makoto decided he wanted revenge so he waited for her in his dorm and tackled her from behind the door. It wasn’t very graceful but it was funny to Makoto.
6. Who can’t take tickle bites?
I think Kyoko would often give Makoto tickle bites and he’d absolutely crumble. His laugh would definitely go really high pitched.
7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?
Makoto again! Kyoko’s usually awake very early so if she gets lonely while Makoto’s still snoring away she’ll tickle him awake. Or if he just won’t get up she’d really let him have it!
8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?
Probably Makoto again to be honest. I think Kyoko would be able to turn the situation in her favour most of the time so she’d almost always have an advantage!
9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when tickling the other?
I think Makoto would definitely flail about and kick a lot, so Kyoko might end up with a couple of knocks. She’s not completely innocent either though! One wrong move and she might accidentally kick Makoto in the leg.
10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?
Obviously Makoto would sometimes mess around just to get her to wreck him by poking her or tapping her phone screen while she’s trying to type, yknow the usual “I’m being a little shit what are you gonna do about it?” sorta stuff, but honestly?? I think Kyoko would too! But I feel like it would be so unimaginably subtle that Makoto doesn’t even realise that’s what she’s trying to do. Or so she thinks. Makoto is completely aware of what she’s doing but he keeps the game going for her sake cause he thinks it’s just really cute.
Saiouma
This is one of my comfort ships so I think about these two a lot 😳
1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?
Honestly this one is so hard I genuinely don’t think I can pick??? Kokichi’s would be loud, with lots of begging and squealing whereas Shuichi’s would be a lot softer, still with a lot of begging and the occasional squeak, but then once you hit his death spot or if you catch him by surprise he can turn into a bubbly mess!
2. Who is ticklish in weird places and what would it be?
I don’t think these are considered ‘weird’ but I think they can still count! Kokichi’s absolute death spot would be under his scarf. Like, his neck is insanely ticklish. As for Shuichi, his palms are unbearable. He’d crumble pretty quickly if you so much as touched them.
3. Who get’s cheer-up tickles?
Shuichi! Whenever Kokichi notices him feeling even a little down he doesn’t even hesitate! There’d definitely be a lot of teasing too
4. Who takes advantage of the other getting stuck taking off their T-shirt?
Kokichi, absolutely. Again, he just wouldn’t hesitate. He’d probably back Shuichi into a corner and just completely wreck him. Shuichi would be too weak to do anything but sit, take it and beg. Kokichi would have to help him out of the T-shirt at the end and he’d throw himself into Shuichi’s lap and give him a big hug.
5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?
Honestly??? Kokichi just one day decided to tickle him. Literally for no reason at all, other than to see if Shuichi was ticklish. It was completely by surprise, so poor Shuichi gave in immediately. As for Kokichi, well he was being a little shit so Shuichi tried pushing him away but saw him flinch when he touched his belly so he poked it a few times with the whole “Huuuh? Are you ticklish Kokichi?”. This completely flustered Kokichi who tried to run away but got pulled into a tickly hug.
6. Who can’t take tickle bites?
Kokichi!! His absolute worst spot is his neck so Shuichi would take every opportunity to give him a few nibbles around there which would drive him crazy!!
7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?
Kokichi again. He’s the kinda guy to not want to get up until like noon, so Shuichi has to take action. He gives him plenty of warnings, which makes Shuichi think he’s just asking for it sometimes. But sometimes on weekends and holidays, Kokichi will get up super early just to get revenge!
8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?
Shuichi! Kokichi would either be super stubborn all round or would do a fake-give-up thing then turn the whole thing around on the detective! Shuichi would give up pretty quickly, but Kokichi would still make sure to push him right to his limit. Shuichi is also very vulnerable to teasing, which makes it so much worse.
9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when tickling the other?
Definitely Shuichi. Kokichi would thrash around like a maniac when being tickled and Shuichi has definitely left a few tickle fights with a bruise or two, non-intentional of course. On the other hand Shuichi becomes a weak mess when he’s tickled, effectively rendered so helpless he can’t even kick.
10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?
Kokichi 1000% and he will use ANY means necessary. From just playfully poking Shuichi to throwing his stuff on the floor to embarrassing him a little at school to giving his dorm a complete redesign. Shuichi is super patient so it might take a while but when he loses his cool boy he LOSES IT and will absolutely wreck Kokichi.
Alright so I finally got ideas from a certain someone for this day, so I’m gonna write now :3
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Naegiri Week Day 2 - Work
Kyoko was looking through some files in her office, when she heard a knock on the door. She looked up from her papers, “Ah- come in...” Makoto came in with a worried expression, “Kyoko...don’t you think you should take a break? You’ve been working for three hours straight...” The detective waifu shook her head, “No...I’m okay, I don’t need a break...” The brunette whined, “Kyokoooooo! I want cuddlessssss!!!” The girl sighed, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s antics....tho she couldn’t keep herself from cracking a small smile, “You’ll get your cuddles when I finish my work.” Makoto pouted, trying to come up with another excuse for her to take a break. He then whined, “I’m hungryyyyyy!!!” The detective sighed, “You know how to make your own food, Makoto...” The ultimate hope pouted more, “Fine, if you’re gonna be that way and not take a break,” he walked up behind her, wiggling his fingers at her sides, causing her to jolt, “then I’ll just have to do this then!” He then pinched up and down Kyoko’s ribs, causing her to burst into giggles, “M-Makohohohotohoho! Q-quihihit ihit!” The boy giggled and moved down to squeeze at her hips, “Not until you take a break, Kyoko~” The detective giggled louder at the change of positions. She wasn’t really used to being tickled and didn’t like it all that much, so she gave in right away, “Okay okahahay! I’ll tahake a breheheheak!” Makoto took that as his sign to stop, “Alright!” He grabbed her hand to go into the living room to watch a movie, “Come on!” Once they had gotten settled in the living room, Kyoko and Makoto snuggled up close to each other and played the movie. It was a pretty lazy afternoon.
Is it fine with you if you could do a fic of makoto tickling nagito??? uwu
“Nagito… could you please let go of me?”
Makoto stumbled as Nagito clung onto his arm like a baby monkey. He’d been acting like this all day; sticking himself to the other ultimate lucky student like fast-drying glue wherever he went. Makoto didn’t mind at first, but after being followed around all day like a lost puppy he was starting to get a bit overwhelmed. At this rate, he was about to be late for class. Again.
“Please, let me be your stepping stone to hope!” Nagito asked him once more, for about the twentieth time that day. His eyes sparkled with demented passion, a twisted look that sent cold shivers down Makoto’s spine.
“If you want to be friends, I guess that’s okay… but can you give me a little space?” Makoto tried reasoning with him, but the pale-haired student held tight. He tried prying his fingers off, but Nagito had an iron grip. Feeling a bit desperate, he impulsively reached for the other boy’s ribs and squeezed gently.
“Aaaahahahaha!”
Nagito doubled over almost instantly, but still didn’t let go. Makoto smirked, poking into his underarm and feeling satisfied when it made him howl even louder.
“Wahahahahait! Dohohohon’t!”
Still refusing to surrender, Nagito did his best to try and block the attack with one hand. However, it was over once Makoto clawed a soft spot on his side; he released his grip and fell to pieces on the ground.
“I’ll see you later!!”
Makoto dashed away as fast as he could, hoping to finally get away from the crazed student. Nagito, still a giggling mess, found the strength to stand up again and watched as the brown tuft of hair disappeared around the corner.
He smiled, a faint blush spreading across his pale cheeks.
