#ler!otoya

[wertzunge]

Live Tickles Times Two

A/N: @ppystkposts I wish you a merry Christmas. Another year has passed and I didn't want to miss the chance to bring you a little joy. It had been a long time since I watched UtaPri, but I hope Otoya isn't too OOC here.

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The dorm was unusually quiet tonight. Not eerily quiet, not lonely quiet either, just rarely quiet, because for once, Otoya was actually home. With all the events, rehearsals, late-night practices, and interviews ST☆RISH had been pulled into lately, it felt like weeks since the two of you had properly hung out.

So, seeing him sprawled comfortably on the shared couch beside you, his bright red hair slightly messy and a soft smile across his face, filled you with a warm kind of relief. “Man, it feels good to finally relax,” Otoya sighed, stretching his arms above his head. “Thanks for waiting to watch this with me. The broadcast timing was all over the place.”

“I wanted to see it with you,” you said honestly, “it’s more fun when you’re here.” He flashed you that gentle, radiant grin - one that always managed to make your heart skip a little. “Heh… I’m glad.”

You both settled back into the couch cushions as the TV show started: A behind-the-scenes event special where ST☆RISH took on various silly challenges for their fans. The editing was fast-paced and flashy, full of high-energy music and onscreen effects typical for this kind of program, and Otoya, naturally, was in the center of half of it.

“There! That was so tiring,” he started explaining, pointing at the screen, “they made us run through this obstacle course after we were already rehearsing for six hours. I almost fell on the foam bridge, but Tokiya caught me.” Sure enough, on screen, Tokiya grabbed him by the hoodie to keep him from face-planting. You snorted. “Wow, you really almost went down.”

“Told you,” Otoya laughed brightly, “the whole thing was chaos.” You continued watching and the comfortable atmosphere wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. You could feel your eyelids droop a bit - the calmness, mixed with Otoya’s familiar presence, was almost too soothing.

The show moved into a “punishment game” segment where the members had to hold a pose while the others tried to make them break character. That was when it happened. On screen, Syo stepped forward with a mischievous grin and jabbed playful fingers into Otoya’s sides. The real Otoya beside you gave a tiny embarrassed groan.

“Oh no…” he muttered. You barely heard him, because your attention was glued to the screen and you were suddenly wide awake again.

Otoya squeaked - that unmistakable, high-pitched sound - and burst into laughter. A real, bright, heart-melting laugh that reached his eyes. He bent forward, twisting away, trying (and failing) to keep his pose. His smile was huge, shining, impossible to ignore. His laughter made two staff members also start laughing behind the camera.

Your cheeks warmed. You couldn’t help it. Otoya’s laugh was… unfairly cute. When you glanced over at him beside you, he’d pulled his hoodie strings up to hide half his face. “They didn’t have to air that part…” You grinned. You couldn’t resist teasing him a little. “You are pretty ticklish, huh?” His entire face went red. “W-Wha?! I mean I-I guess, kinda, maybe?”

You reached out and gently poked his side. He squeaked. Actually squeaked. You burst into laughter. “Wow, that was real!” Otoya snapped his head toward you so fast his hair flew. “D-Don’t do that!” He puffed his cheeks. “It- It’s not fair! I wasn’t ready!” But your grin only widened. “Just wanted to confirm the authenticity of the footage.”

“T-There was no reason to confirm anything!” he insisted - right before you poked him again. “Eep! (Y/N)!” This time you got a couple of rushed giggles before he snatched your wrist in both hands, holding it firmly but gently. His eyes were round with surprise, but also sparkling with something playful. “H-Hey! You can’t just tickle me out of nowhere!” he sputtered.

“You’re the one who squeaked,” you teased, leaning closer. “I-! You-!” He was flustered beyond recovery and then, as if a switch flipped, his expression softened, shifted… and a warm smile spread over his face. “You’re mean,” he said sweetly. Uh-oh.

Before you could react, he leaned forward, pushed you backward with a smooth, practiced motion, and suddenly you were lying on your back, half-sunk into the couch cushions with Otoya hovering over you. Despite his soft personality, he was surprisingly strong - years of dancing and performing gave him toned arms and quick reflexes. “O-Otoya!”

“You called this fair, right?” he asked, voice still light but eyes gleaming with playful intent. “So you won’t mind if I get a little payback.” Your heart jumped. “Otoya, wai-!” He didn’t wait. His fingers landed on your sides with no hesitation - gentle, quick, wiggling in that way that immediately sent sparks up your nerves.

“Ah! Otoyahaha! No!” “Whoa! You really are ticklish!” Otoya said with a delighted laugh, leaning close enough for his hair to brush your forehead. “See? You made fun of me for squeaking, but listen to you!” His hands danced along your ribs, squeezing lightly, finding sensitive spots with embarrassing accuracy.

You twisted and tried to squirm away, but the couch wasn’t giving you any escape. “Stop! Otoya-sahahaha!” He giggled along with you, his smile growing brighter every second. “Nope! You started it!” Your laughter filled the room - real, uncontrolled, and loud. Otoya’s joy mixed with yours, echoing over the sound of the TV still playing behind you.

He shifted his hands, sliding them up toward your ribs and then back to your waist, keeping the tickles gentle but relentless. His warmth hovered over you, the closeness making everything feel both flustering and comforting. “You have such a cute laugh,” he said cheerfully, “why did you hide it all this time?” “I dihihihidn’t!” “Yes you did!” he teased.

You kicked your legs helplessly against the couch cushions. Otoya was smiling so brightly that you could swear the room looked warmer. He slowed down after a moment - not because he wanted to stop, but because he seemed mesmerized by your expression. “You okay?” You nodded between lingering giggles, catching your breath. “You’re evil…”

“Evil? Me?” He tilted his head, chuckling. “I think I’m just getting even.” He paused before adding, softly, “But I’m really happy. I missed spending time like this.” Your chest warmed. “Me too.”

His blush returned, a soft pink blooming across his cheeks. His hands were still resting lightly on your waist, thumbs brushing absentminded little circles there as if he didn’t want to move just yet. On TV, his recorded self was still laughing as Syo attacked him. “What a timing…” you mumbled.

Otoya followed your gaze to the screen and groaned dramatically when he saw Syo digging into his sides again. “Nooo, why did they air that part too?” You smirked and reached up to poke his side again. He yelped. “Don’t!!” “Can’t help it,” you teased, “you’re adorable when you laugh.” His face went redder than his hair.

“I-I-! T-That’s not-! You can’t just say stuff like that!” You grinned up at him. “And yet I did.” Otoya let out a soft breath, half-laugh, half-surrender. His expression softened into something gentle, warm, almost timid. “You really are mean,” he murmured. “Am not.” “Are too.” He leaned in, close enough for his forehead to brush yours. “Wanna prove it?”

You raised a brow. “What does that mean?” Otoya gently poked your side again. You squeaked. “Yep,” he beamed, “that proves it!” You burst into laughter again, Otoya grinning triumphantly over you before finally collapsing beside you on the couch - both of you panting, smiling, cheeks warm.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The laughter on TV blended with memories of his real laugh from moments before. Your hand brushed his, and when he didn’t pull away, you intertwined your fingers. Otoya let out a soft, content sigh.

“I’m really glad I came home today,” he said quietly. You rested your head against his shoulder, smiling softly. “Me too.” And as the TV continued playing clips of ST☆RISH’s chaos, the room remained filled with warmth, laughter still lingering in the air long after the tickling had stopped.

[myreygn]

summary: Karasu scraped his knee, Otoya sees an opportunity for mischief and Shidou inserts himself into the situation. Fun.

an: idek what this is but i'm kinda obsessed with these three and karasu gives me kuroo vibes in a way i can't explain he's so ahhhh

wordcount: 1253

taglist: @giggly-squiggily

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“Eita. Eita, no. Eita– Eita.”

Shidou was debating. On the one hand, he had finally found a comfortable position on his bed and was just about to doze off after a long day of tormenting the weak and trying to land a kick into Rin's arrogant face. On the other hand, the increasing urgency in Karasu's tone was intriguing, to say the least, and a part of him was curious about what shenanigans his roommates were getting up to.

The other, bigger part of him preferred taking a nap though.

“No, no, get– Eita. No.”

Oh, that came with a little shriek, interesting. Half-giving up the idea of napping, Shidou rolled onto his side and let out a theatrical yawn to remind them that he was in the room too so he wouldn't see anything he really didn't want to see, then he slightly peeked one eye open to catch a glimpse of what was happening.

The Assassin and the Ninja were on Karasu's bed, both fully clothed (thank heavens) with Karasu leaning back onto his hands and Otoya kneeling in front of him. They seemed to be locked in a stalemate, staring at each other like two cats about to break into a fight.

A cat fight.

Shidou bit back a giggle and watched closely how Otoya's hand moved closer to Karasu which made the older boy pull back his leg and hiss quietly. “No.”

“No what?” Shidou gave up on spying on them and sat up, stretching his limbs and smirking when his sudden intrusion on the scenario made Karasu glare at him. “What'cha doing, Hokage?”

Otoya seemed to brighten up at the nickname and lifted his hand to show Shidou a... washcloth? “Crow boy took a nose-dive on the running track.” A grin pulled on Otoya's lips as he looked back down at his fellow team captain. “A beak-dive.”

Shidou snorted and Karasu rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha.”

“I thought it was amusing.”

“Well, you're a dumbass,” Karasu snapped at Shidou and opened his mouth to immediately let another insult follow, but instead a startled yelp left his lips and his knee jerked. “Eita!”

Finally won over by his curiosity, Shidou got up from his bed and made his way over to see what Otoya was doing. Just moving the washcloth over the scrape on Karasu's knee, nothing major. Hm. “Are you being a wimp, Karasu?”

Oh, if looks could kill.

“I've been trying to clean it for like ten minutes, but he wouldn't let me,” Otoya explained as he carefully cleaned the injury and proceeded to carefully press it against Karasu's knee to cool the skin around the scrape.

Shidou glanced down at the Assassin, his brows furrowed slightly. “Why not?” Something told him that there was more to this story.

“I don't trust him,” Karasu snarled, but Shidou could see his tension ease at Otoya's gentle treatment of his ouchie. He could understand the sentiment of not wanting to trust the Ninja, but so far he seemed to be doing a good job. Karasu had probably just gotten his guard up a little too high over the past few days – a natural occurrence when spending time around Shidou, or so he had been told – and was now freaking out over nothing.

Just as he came to that conclusion, Karasu finally relaxed and closed his eyes for a brief moment. That was all it took for a mischievous spark to appear in Otoya's eyes and his movements to pause. Then everything happened very quickly and all Shidou could do was stand there and admit to himself that they had been fooled.

“Shit– Eheitahahah!”

Oh well, at least he wasn't the one paying for their mutual mistake.

Mildly impressed, he eyed Otoya's grip on Karasu's ankle, as strong as it had been quick, and the diabolical gleam in his eyes as he slowly dragged the washcloth over the back of Karasu's stretched out knee. Impeccable technique, he had to admit.

“Ihihi'll kihihihill yohou!”

Karasu seemed less impressed. Within the blink of an eye he had gone from grumpy and wary to flopping around on the mattress like a fish, angry giggles pouring from his mouth and his leg uselessly twitching in Otoya's grip. Shidou gave himself a moment to take in the unusual sight, then he slipped back into his element and threw himself onto the bed next to Karasu, smirking down at him.

“Oi oi, what a charming laugh you have.” He looked down at Otoya, then back at Karasu and teasingly flicked against his forehead. “He gotcha good, you gotta admit.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Karasu tried to glare at Shidou, but the frantic giggles robbed him of quite some of his usual intensity, if not to say all of it. “Fahahah– dohohon't tohohouch mehehe!”

“Ah, but you're usually so touchy.” Shidou chuckled, deciding not to flick Karasu's forehead again and poking his exposed armpit instead. Oh, that got him a squeak. “If I just think about all the times you put your nasty arms in my way when I was trying to score... you might deserve this after all. Maybe you wouldn't be in this predicament now if you had been less annyoing, ever thought about that?”

“Oh no, he would still be here even if he had been less annoying,” Otoya spoke up, still dragging the washcloth over the back of Karasu's knee with a contempt smirk and making the dark haired boy thrash and cackle. “I'm just doing this for fun.”

“Fuhuhuhuck yohohou!”

“Hmmno.”

“Ihihihi'll nehehever pahahahass toho yohou agahahahahain!”

Otoya grinned at Shidou and readjusted his grip on Karasu's ankle. “Wanna see my secret Ninja technique?”

“Do I.”

Even before the washcloth made contact with Karasu's bare sole, Shidou knew that this was going to be good. Marvelous even. And the shriek it dragged from Karasu only proved him right.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT, GEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!”

Shidou grabbed the second ankle and pinned down the previously free leg that had been trying to kick Otoya in the shin. “Oh no, you won't.” He chuckled menacingly when the washcloth turned its attention to this sole as well, getting more of those sweet sounds out of Karasu. “Caw for us, crow boy.”

“IHIHI HAHAHAHATE YOHOHOHOU!”

“Really? That smile says otherwise.”

The flush on Karasu's face was a downright work of art, but from the way his laugh went nearly silent, Shidou knew that they were nearing the end of their fun and Otoya seemed to come to the same conclusion, discarding the washcloth and releasing his hold on Karasu's ankle, allowing his friend to curl up and catch his breath.

“Yohou... you guys suhuhuck...”

“Oh, boo, is this the thanks we get for taking care of your scrape?”

Otoya didn't seem to mind that Shidou included himself into what had just happened as if him and Otoya had been planning the attack on Karasu all along and the annoyance on their victim's face only made Shidou feel better about it.

“You didn't take care of anything you piece of– ”

“Oh, come on,” Otoya cut him off. “He's fun.”

“He's an asshole.”

“Both correct.” Shidou blew Karasu a kiss and gladly took the high five Otoya was offering him, then he got up and stretched his arms above his head. “If you'll excuse me now, I have to get my beauty sleep.”

[smilingangel582]

Celebration Gift

Warning: Spoilers for S2, slight swearing (yall know chigiri is foul-mouthed despite his cuteness),

The locker room buzzed with excitement after their match. Blue Lock’s team had just secured a solid victory, and the players’ energy was still at its peak. Chigiri Hyoma sat on one of the benches, leaning back against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. A victorious smile tugged at his lips, which is rare as he never does -he’d been the key to their win, his speed leaving the opponents in the dust. Of course, Rin is always better, but Chigiri is slowly stepping up his game now, too

“That sprint in the second half was really good Ojou-chan (missy),” Otoya Eita drawled as he slinked over to his teammate, hands tucked lazily into his pockets. His usual sly smile curled on his face. “You really outdid yourself.”

“Thanks,” Chigiri said casually, flicking his damp bangs away from his face. “Not like I had much of a choice. You lot weren’t keeping up.”

Otoya gasped in a mildest yet dramatic way, pointing at Chigiri as if offended. “Ms. Lightning Bolt thinks he’s better than us now.”

“He’s got the right to brag. Did you see him run?” Karasu Tabito chimed in, strolling over with his signature lopsided grin. He leaned against the locker beside them, his sharp eyes narrowing playfully at Chigiri. “But you know, Chigiri-chan… celebrations are team events. You can’t just sit there looking pretty while we all cheer.”

Chigiri raised an eyebrow, sensing something mischievous brewing. They always had. “What are you getting at?”

Karasu’s grin widened, and Otoya suddenly crouched down beside Chigiri, his dark eyes glinting with mischief but still has a reserved lazy look. “Oh, nothing. Just that we should celebrate you properly for being the hero today.”

Chigiri sat up straighter, immediately wary. “And... just how exactly?”

“You know what” Karasu said innocently, though he was already moving closer with Otoya's ninja ways sneaking behind Chigiri

Chigiri’s voice rose defensively as he slid a little further down the bench, a nervous laugh slipping out. Maybe he can-

"Gah!"

“Look at that,” Otoya teased with ennui, yet amusement lingered in his tone, poking Chigiri’s side lightly with a single finger. “Is our speedster… nervous?”

Chigiri jolted at the poke, slapping Otoya’s hand away with a glare. “Don’t -oi!”

“Ooho!” Karasu’s voice rose triumphantly, his eyes locking onto Chigiri like a predator. “That’s how it is? You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”

Like they pretended to just not discover it. Of course, Chigiri inwardly groaned.

“I’m NOT -shit!” Chigiri shot back quickly, though the light flush on his face said otherwise.

Otoya and Karasu exchanged looks, identical devilish smiles spreading across their faces.

Oh boy

“He’s ticklish,” Otoya confirmed with a laugh.

“No, I’m not!” Chigiri repeated, trying to stand up and make a run for it, but Karasu was faster.

“Hold him!” Karasu shouted.

Otoya immediately lunged forward, grabbing Chigiri’s arms before he could escape. “Got him!”

“Wha—let go -fuck! Otoya-sahahan!” Chigiri shouted, twisting in Otoya’s grasp as he was dragged back onto the bench. “I swear, you’re both dead-”

“Not until we celebrate,” Karasu interrupted smoothly, kneeling in front of him with a teasing grin. “This is what you get for showing off too much, Chigiri.”

Before Chigiri could protest further, Karasu’s hands darted straight to his sides, fingers digging lightly into the sensitive spots just above his hips.

“WAHAHA -nohoho! Stop!” Chigiri burst into laughter instantly, his sharp, melodic giggles ringing through the locker room. He squirmed violently in Otoya’s grip, his legs kicking out as he tried to escape Karasu’s ticklish assault.

“Aw, listen to him,” Otoya cooed mockingly, though he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at Chigiri’s reaction. “You sound adorable, Chigiri.”

“Shuhuhut up—hahaha! KaraSUHU!” Chigiri practically shrieked as Karasu’s fingers moved up to squeeze his ribs.

“Can’t hear you over all that laughing,” Karasu teased, his grin never faltering as he methodically worked his fingers along Chigiri’s ribs and sides. “Ticklish here too? Or maybe… here?” He shifted his fingers slightly, spidering them up toward Chigiri’s underarms.

Chigiri’s eyes went wide, and his laughter shot up a pitch. “NOHOHO -NOT THEHEHERE! HAHAHA!”

“Bingo,” Karasu said smugly, wiggling his fingers right in the hollows of Chigiri’s underarms.

“AHH!!! I -I’M GONNA FUHUUCKING KILL YOU!” Chigiri cried through his laughter, twisting so hard that even Otoya was struggling to hold him in place.

“Careful, Karasu, he might kick you in the face,” Otoya warned, though he was grinning far too much to be genuinely concerned.

“Nah, he’s too busy laughing,” Karasu replied with a chuckle, moving his hands back down to Chigiri’s sides to give him a break. “Aren’t you, Chigiri?”

Chigiri slumped forward the moment Karasu let up, panting hard and shooting the two of them a fiery glare -though his flushed face and lingering giggles weakened the effect. “You guys are the worst.”

Otoya ruffled Chigiri’s hair playfully, still grinning. “Nah, we’re just making sure you don’t forget who your real MVPs are.”

“You call this being teammates?” Chigiri muttered, crossing his arms and pouting, though his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile.

Karasu stood up, stretching lazily. “Hey, you did say you wanted to celebrate.”

“Not like that!” Chigiri shot back.

Otoya laughed, slinging an arm around Chigiri’s shoulder. “Relax, Hyoma. You’ll live. And besides...” He smirked, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Now we know your weakness.”

Chigiri’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Don’t even think about it happening again!”

“No promises,” Karasu called over his shoulder, walking off.

Otoya grinned wider. “Yeah, no promises.”

As Chigiri groaned dramatically, the sound of their laughter echoed through the locker room, the bond between them stronger than ever.

[tastybluesprite]

Can you do Blue Lock ler Karasu and ler Otoya team up and tickle lee Yukimiya together?

A Friendly Squabble

This was so fun to write! Unfortunately I don’t know much about their dynamic as a group, because I know they were on the same team during the first couple selections up until the U-20 arc. But after that we don’t get to see too much of their dynamic as a group, especially with Yukimiya. Hope this is good though! I really love Yukimiyas character. Ima say this takes place around the third selection.

Warnings: Manga spoilers! Also this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your cup of tea feel free to keep scrolling.

Summery: Karasu and Otoya decide they need to help their teammate out

Yukimiya scored another goal against blue lock man. He figured if there was one way to blow off steam at Blue Lock, was this.

However, he suddenly heard a voice that made him jump.

“What’s this? You’re still here Yuki?”

Karasu was grinning from behind him. “May we join?”

Otoya then appeared from behind him, waving.

Yukimiya stared at them for a second, but then shrugged.

He had hoped for a solo practice. But he wasn’t going to say no. He figured ‘why not?’

“Ok sure. If you really want to.”

The brunet and blonde decided to team up against Yukimiya. The boy in glasses however expected only one of them to take him on at a time.

Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. While Yukimiya did nearly score a goal against him, Karasu stole the ball with incredible speed. He then passed to Otoya, who got close to the opposite goal, and scored.

“That- that’s not fair!“

Karasu smirked “What’s this? You seemed quite keen to take us on not a moment ago…”

“Yeah because I didn’t expect both of you to team up.” He protested.

“Aw, is the great Yukimiya having trouble against us? I never would’ve thought we could be his downfall!” Karasu teased, poking him in the side lightly.

He thought it was just a funny little gesture of playfulness. Maybe a good way to tease the boy. But he didn’t expect him to yelp and flinch.

“Oh… what’s this?” Karasu asked, poking again as a grin slowly grew on his face.

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish Yuki~”

“Wh-what? Of course not! J-just stop already!” Yukimiya continued batting against his hands, trying to catch them. “Let’s juhuhst continuhue plahaying- gYAh!”

Karasu suddenly grabbed his side.

Both Karasu and Otoya stared at him with surprised for a moment.

Then Karasu burst out laughing. “Ohoho my gohohod thahat wahahas amahazing! Dude did you just squeal?”

Yukimiyas face burned bright red. “Stop that! I’m telling you I’m not so lay off! I want to practice so if you won’t take this seriously just leave!”

“Nah. I think I wanna hear how far this laughter of yours can go~”

And just like that, both Karasu and Otoya (whom Karasu gestured for him to help) were now chasing him.

Well shit…

Yukimiya was NOT letting himself get ganged up on. He decided his life was important and ran out of the field practice room.

Running through the halls, he prayed that no one would be around. He dove into a workout room that was luckily empty.

But unfortunately, he couldn’t hide in time. They had followed up behind him quickly during the chase and knew exactly where he went.

Karasu and Otoya both came crashing down on him. Luckily it was on a more padded area in the training room, otherwise Yukimiya probably would’ve gotten seriously hurt.

“Now why would you run? Are you perhaps lying?” Karasu asked, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

There was a small squabble, with Yukimiya trying to get up. But Karasu being on top of him gave him and Otoya the upper hand. Also the fact that it was two against one here.

He started squeezing his sides more constantly now and Yukimiya fell back into Otoya, who had gotten up from behind him.

“W-wait! Noho!” He bit his lip, trying not to laugh, failing to catch their hands.

Otoya joined in getting him in the ribs from behind as Karasu was at his sides.

“Don’t try holding it in! It’s unhealthy you know…” noticing Otoya causing more reaction, he joined him at the ribs.

“Sh-shihihihihihihit!!!” He finally broke into giggles as he flailed helplessly under them.

“What your mouth Yuki~” Karasu teased, poking his belly and making him squeak through his laughter.

“Nohohohoho guhuhuhuys pleheheahase wahahait!!” Yukimiya cried, flailing under the two.

“Isn’t this adorable Otoya? He was trying to hide this adorable little secret from us. I think we deserve a little payback don’t you think?”

“Yeah absolutely.” Otoya replied, a small smile on his face as he wiggled his fingers against his ribs.

Damn it this wasn’t fair! First the soccer and now they gang up on him like this? Oh the injustice of it all.

However things took a turn for the worst when Karasu began squeezing his hips.

“Woah.. bad spot?” Karasu asked teasingly, with a pleasantly surprised expression at how the boy let out a scream. He gently massaged his thumbs against the bones as the boy started thrashing wildly.

Yukimiya threw his head back in hysterical cackling, kicking his legs helplessly. He bucked his hips in hopes to dislodge fingers, but it was to no avail.

“GUHUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHAHASE!!!” Yukimiya cried.

His laughter and thrashing only got more violent when Otoya wormed his fingers into his armpits. Unfortunately no amount of clenching his arm to his sides helped.

All he saw was a blurred vision of his two attackers. He was gonna die damn it!

Luckily Karasu noticed how he was practically losing his mind.

“Wow sorry about that. I didn’t expect you to be so ticklish.” Karasu said with a teasing, yet apologetic grin.

“Ugh.. yohohu two ahare hohorible…” Yukimiya groaned, trying to sit himself up.

“Sorry. You just looked like you could use a bit of cheering up…” Otoya said, slightly sheepish as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” Karasu agreed. “You seemed a bit tense. Like something was bothering you.”

Yukimiya looked down, unable to meet their eyes. “Wh-whatever. It’s no big deal. Just… be more careful…”

“Oh~? Did Kenyu Yukimiya just admit that he wants to be tickled?”

“H-hold on! I dihihidnt sahay thahaAHaHAHAHA!!!”

This time he fell back right onto the floor, Karasu going right back for his hips.

But he noticed how Yukimiya didn’t seem to try all that hard in prying him off.

At the same time, he also noticed how he seemed more relaxed and genuinely happy. Whatever the case, Karasu was happy to deliver. Even he could help out a friend in need.

[smilingangel582]

Day 30: magic

Nim's Lovely Tickletober

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

I love season 2 already! Man, Otoya is so funny. I didn't even realise it! Cutwie chigiri man! I never written for him at all! Let's fix that!

Btw I realised this is so hard to relate to the topic, but u guys just enjoy and ignore the title

"Let me show you the art of ninjutsu: magic!" Holding his hands together with a ghostly smirk, Otoya pointedly eyed the pink haired guy.

"Magic?" Chigiri's wide magenta eyes fixed in focus while Karasu groans inwardly, drinking water after the match has clearly ended, unamused.

"By the power borrowed from the southern gods -I shall activate me skill..." Otoya paused as he murmured something else. Chigiri leans to hear what he has to say, only be pinned to the wall by the distinct closure of their faces.

"W-wha! Oi get away from me!"

"Hmm? Usually stuff like this work on women" Tilting his head, Otoya backs off a little reluctantly.

"Last I check, Chigiri is a guy" Karasu rumbled, but clearly not stepping in to help directly.

Otoya hums then begins to wiggle his fingers. "Alright, technique number 6... the magic called tickling"

Chigiri yelped when fingers swoon down at his sides now sending them both tumbling on the grass.

"Hahaha hehehey! Knohohock ihihit ohohohoff!"

Karasu stares, blinking, "Well hate to admit, that did work" he smirks, "is our red ticklish?"

Otoya's features were blank but a clear snicker escapes him when he continues his assault, "Well ain't that cute... im not into guys but I sure as hell like this one"

"Ihihiji ahahaham gohohonna prehehehetend ihihi dihidnt hehehehear thahahat!" Theough his giggles and squirming he kicks his legs to escape but Otoya proves to be stronger.

"Oh... is this the spot?"

Chigiri shrieks in mirth when firm finger tips found his armpits, he squeal as they continued, "NoohohoOHO! NOHOT THEHERE!"

Karasu crouches down now poking his side repetitively, "Try not to kill him. We need this speedie..."

Otoya huffs, "Oh, alright... I'll let missy off"

Chigiri giggles, "Doho nohot do thahat -ever!"

"No promises red, magic is meant to make you relax..." Karasu winks, then turns to Chigiri, "After all ninjas need that too... right Otoya?"

Otoya takes in a moment to digest it and say, "Is this revenge? Oh... then ninja will flee!" He swiftly runs with Chigiri on his tail.

Blue lock does need these moments, Karasu thinks, running his fingers through his hair with a smirk.

[riisada]

did ugs watch the new episode of blue lock's additional time after credit scene.... did ugs see the ler!otoya and lee!chigiri OR lee!karasu vision that i did.....