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CW: this do have tickles in it ngl. Foot tickles
When Chifuyu arrived to Takemichi’s house, he was the last to show up. As he walked in the door, Baji walked out of it. The blonde turned around, lips agape as he looked at Baji with total betrayal. “You’re leaving already?!”
“Already? Chifuyu, it’s been three hours since you were supposed to get here,” the black-haired male rebutted.
“It’s not my fault! My mom was worried about Peke J, so she had me take him to the emergency vet. Two hours later, we find out that the little shit had a slug in his nose.”
“Sucks to suck. Should’ve texted me,” Baji hummed, blowing a raspberry at the blonde. “See ya’ round, ‘Fuyu.”
Chifuyu groaned, kicking off his shoes. He went over to the couch and draped himself across Draken and Mitsuya’s laps. “Baji hates me sooooo much,” he grumbled.
Mitsuya exhaled a laugh. “Awww… poor baby.” His hand traveled up to Chifuyu’s back, rubbing gentle circles above his tee shirt. “Tell us about your trip to the vet.”
The boy sighed, relaxing under the touch. “It took forever. Poor Peke J just kept sneezing and sneezing, and the idiots didn’t think to check his nose until after they took his blood.”
“I see. That must’ve been scary,” the older replied.
“Yeah…” Chifuyu murmured, eyes closing. “Hey, where’s Mikey and Takemichi?”
“They’re discussing some things,” Draken cut in.
“Oh no… Takemichi’s done for,” the boy murmured.
Mitsuya hummed thoughtfully, moving his hand up to rub between Chifuyu’s shoulder blades. His hand stiffed when the blonde’s body twitched in his lap. “You okay?”
“M-Mhm—“
“He’s ticklish, Mits’,” Draken reported calmly.
“Draken!” Chifuyu whined. “Why would you tell him?”
“It’s common knowledge at this point, kiddo,” the braided man hummed.
The younger huffed, collapsing more in their laps. His pouting was short-lived, however, when Mitsuya’s fingers started rubbing between his shoulder blades again. He hid his face in Mitsuya’s stomach and whined through soft giggles.
“Seems like you’re right, Draken. He is pretty ticklish,” Mitsuya hummed, focusing his fingers on the base of the boy’s shoulder blade.
Chifuyu jumped with a squeak. “Nohohoho!”
“No? Does it tickle?”
“Yehehehehehes!” The blonde whined tiredly.
“It doesn’t seem to be too unbearable. I’m being sooooo gentle with you,” the older chimed, now letting his blunt nails rake around Chifuyu’s shoulder blades.
The boy squealed, burying his face in Mitsuya’s stomach even deeper. His shoulders shook with repressed laughter. Mitsuya was right; he was being gentle, too gentle. It was soothing, he’ll admit, but god damn did it tickle so bad!
Mitsuya’s fingers traced up and down, skittering from his lower back, the backs of Chifuyu’s ribs, his shoulder blades—again, of course, because he knew he had found a sweet spot there—and up to his underarms and neck. Chifuyu trembled and twitched as soft giggles poured from his lips.
“You okay?” The older asked in a teasing voice. “Can you handle it?”
“Yeah? He’s pretty confident, Draken. Maybe you should help me too,” Mitsuya hummed thoughtfully.
“Nohohoho dohohohont hehehehelp!” Chifuyu whined, squealing when Mitsuya’s fingers gently found their way into his underarms.
Draken pretended to mull it over before his own fingers started tracing up and down Chifuyu’s calves, stopping to scribble behind his knee. Curse the kid for wearing shorts and a hoodie today…
“Agh! Nahahahaha! Ihihihit tihihihickles!”
“Oh! Good. We’re doing a good job then,” Draken chirped.
The younger could only whine, kicking his legs a bit. The tickling was not unbearable, he’d report that, but he wasn’t sure if he’d prefer to keep enduring the gentle, loving touch, or if he’d rather get Draken’s specialty of honing in on his hips until he begs for it to stop.
Chifuyu didn’t have much time to decide when Draken’s soft touch found its way to his socked feet. He yelped, instantly jerking his leg back. “Nohohoho!”
“Ohhhh… You got ticklish feeties, Chifuyu? Hm? Aww you’re wearing little kitty socks. Was this for Peke J?”
The blonde blushed a bit, hiding his face in Mitsuya’s stomach again. “Theheheyre luhuhuhucky! Ihihi wahahahas nehehehervohohohous!”
“They’re adoooorable,” Mitsuya chirped, focusing his dragging fingers to Chifuyu’s lower back.
Draken retaliated by holding his kicking legs with one arm, using his free hand to attack the boy’s toes. Chifuyu squealed incoherent words out, pressing his forehead to Mitsuya’s thigh. “Nahahahahaha! Drahahahakehehehen!”
“No? You don’t like it? You’re laughing so loud though!” The older cooed innocently.
“Plehehehehease!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yehehehehehes! DohohoHOHOHOHONT!” Mitsuya’s fingers had switched from gentle tracing to merciless squeezes on his sides. “NAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh, you’re so ticklish, kid,” Mitsuya chirped. “I could do this all day.” This earned a squeal of protest from Chifuyu. “Alright, Draken, let’s give him a break.”
The two ceased their tickling, allowing the panting blonde a chance to rest and catch his breath. To their surprise, Chifuyu shifted, turning on his back. He looked at them expectantly.
Heya!^^ How about something with ler mitsuya and lee takemitchy with the scenario we discussed in discord where he's being measured for his toman uniform? You can include your favorite boi mikey too if you like, really just go nuts with it and do whatever you like! Also, just wanted to say I really love talking to you and you're one of my favorite people to chat with! You're so freaking sweet and I'm really glad we're friends! 💖
Measurements
WAAAH IM FINALLY DONE MWAHAHAHA!
Mitsuya was very fun to write, I hope you likey :3
RAAH I LOVE TALKING TO YOU TOO, YOURE GONNA MAKE ME SOB WITH YOUR SWEETNESS💖💖💖
VIRTUALLY TACKLING AND HUGGING YOU
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Takemitchy x Mitsuya (interpret as you wish)
Lee: Takemitchy
Ler: Mitsuya
Warnings: Tickles!
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It was finally time, Takemitchy could explode from excitement. Today Mitsuya would take his meassurements for his very own Toman uniform!
“Okay, now stay still and stretch your arms out a bit”
“Hai!!!” Okay maybe he was a bit too excited, but it’s not everyday one becomes an official member of one of the lost well known gangs.
Mitsuya rolled his eyes fondly as he got to work, taking out the tape meassurer and bringing it across Takemitchy’s waist.
“Eep?!” a squeaked escaped the blondie, his body almost tumbling.
“Hmm? Something wrong?” Mitsuya asked with his usual eerily calm nature, but this wasn’t the first time he’s gotten such a reaction. Still, he played it cool for now.
“No!! Not at all. Sorry, continue!” with newfound determination, Takemitchy vowed himself to stay as still as a rock. Despite how much it might tickle… maybe he didn’t think it through.
Everytime Mitsuya’s fingers would stray a wee bit too close to one of his sensitive spots, he’d squirm and giggle like a kid. Careless fingers caressing his side, poking under his arm, brushing down his spine. His defense almost faltered when he felt a sharp squeeze at his hip.
“WAH?! M-Mitsuya!” that one was definitely on purpose, the ‘younger’ boy thought as he cried out to his senior.
“What? Don’t tell me you're ticklish” the older boy gave a playful smirk, making Takemitchy’s face flush.
“Maybe a bit…” the blonde mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
“Just a bit? Seems pretty bad to me” Mitsuya teased as he quickly scribbled up and down Mitchy’s sides. As an older brother, and just a calm menace in general, he was practically a pro when it came to tickling.
“Huh?! Wait! Wahahait! Nohoho! Mitsuya!!” Takemitchy shrieked, arms trying to desperately protect his sides. Sometimes he’d switch to try batting Mitsuya’s hands away. Either way, it wasn’t that hard for the older teen to maneuver around him. Evil fingers latching onto the blonde’s ribs and vibrating vigorously.
“EEK! STOAHAHAP!” Takemitchy all but screeched, his brain going haywire with how overwhelmingly flustered he felt.
“Does Mikey know about this? I’m sure he’d be pleased to learn about this weakness of yours~”
The way Takemitchy’s face dropped in pure fear was absolutely golden. It took some willpower on Mitsuya's part to not laugh at him. Oh how fun it always was to mess with the new kid.
“PLEHEHEASE DON’T TELL HIM- GYAH! MITSUYA, NOT THEHEHERE!” poor Takemitchy’s knees gave out as Mitsuya found the soft spot at his belly. His fingers kneading at the sides, scribbling along his lower belly, even poking at his navel that would never fail to make him squeal each time.
“Pff- Okay, fine you crybaby” Mitsuya held back a snicker as his tickly fingers stopped, watching in amusement as Takemitchy curled up on the floor like a kitten. Gasping for air as if he went through the most intense workout of his lifetime.
Once the blonde caught his breath, he looked up at Mitsuya with pleading eyes “For the love of God, please don’t tell Mikey”
Before Mitsuya could respond, they heard the click of a phone, prompting both of them to look for the source of the sound.
“Too late, CryMitchy~” Mikey was peeking through the door, phone in hand, having recorded the whole ordeal. He stuck his tongue out before running off, Takemitchy’s laughter echoing from his phone.
“Wait! Mikey, come back!” The blonde desperately went after his leader, not like he’d ever catch up to him but hey, one can dream.
Mitsuya smiled fondly to himself and the silliness of the situation, that was until he realized, he never finished getting his measurements… Oh well, maybe next time. Hopefully with less distractions. Well… he wasn’t making any promises.
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Been looping Mitsuya's character song while writing this, his voice is very 👌
