Warnings: Tickles, mentioned foot tickles, multiple lers, a bit intense toward the end!
Prompt: The Tokyo Manji Gang possessed a heartwarming tradition for every member’s birthday. As a rite of passage, each member—and significant other—would receive the same treatment on their special day!
“Happy birthday, Chifuyu,” Draken hummed, patting the boy’s head. He dropped a large, wrapped gift on the table in front of him, having carried the box with one hand.
Hina nudged Emma when the girl blushed, Cheshire-grinning at her. She recieved a flustered glare in return before she leaned against Takemichi’s chest. She stuck her tongue out at Emma, watching Chifuyu begin to open the gift.
The blonde boy smiled wide as he unboxed a huge goose plushie. His eyes sparkled, and he hugged it close. “Oh. My. GOD! Draken! I love it!” He chirped.
“I’m glad. I remember you saying how much you love geese. I saw this at the festival, and I knew I had to play for it,” the taller male reported, taking a seat next to Emma. He mirrored Takemichi’s previous action, opening his arm for Emma to lay against his chest. He kissed the crown of her head. “Happy birthday.”
There was a look of unbridled joy in the first division vice captain’s face. He held that goose like a lifeline as he begun to open other gifts.
“Geese your favorite?” Mitsuya asked, sitting down with a mug of tea.
“Oh yeah. They are like the most badass animal to ever exist.”
“Tigers are literally right there,” Takemichi rebutted. “Geese are my enemy. We don’t get along.”
“Maybe it’s cause you’re just a dumbass. I hear they’re prone to attacking those with low IQs,” Chifuyu hummed, smiling wide as he unwrapped a few games for his DS. He hugged Mitsuya tight before sitting back down in front of the coffee table.
Hina and Takemichi looked at each other, and the girl nodded with a determined smile, sitting up straight and allowing her boyfriend to stand up. She lifted Draken’s other arm, squishing against his side instead. “Get him, Takemichi!”
Draken snorted, patting her head. “Dunno if Takemitchy’s gonna appreciate you leaning on me.”
“He’ll be fine. You’re comfy; he’s about to kick butt; I’m ready to watch,” Hina chimed.
Takemichi cracked his knuckles with an evil smile. “You wanna run that by me again, Chifuyu?”
The blonde scrambled to his feet. “You can’t hurt me today! It’s my birthday!”
“You’re right, but someone’s due for his special Toman tradition gift, hm? Sounds like it’s time for someone to tickle you.”
A soft “ohhh” from Emma caused Hinata to look to both her and Draken and nod, smiling evilly. The two boys began having a standoff, running around the tiny coffee table in Takemichi’s living room. Chifuyu giggled like mad in anticipation.
“If you accept your fate, I’ll give you a bit of mercy! Only ten seconds!”
“Liar!” Chifuyu squeaked, dodging an attempted grab at his side. He scrambled, losing his balance and almost falling into the girls and Draken in the process.
Having sensed the danger before it even happened, Draken picked up his arms and caught Chifuyu. “Will you two dumbasses be careful?! You almost hurt Hina and Emma!” He glared at the two boys as Chifuyu got back on his feet. Turning to Emma, he looked at her with concern. “Are you okay, sweet girl?”
Emma nodded, completely shell-shocked. When Draken looked back at the scene before them, she turned to Hina, face flushed red as a tomato. Hina gave her an excited smile and a thumbs-up.
The two boys continued their stalemate around the table, running around the living room. Draken quickly ushered Hina and Emma to sit with Mitsuya, fully expecting another dangerous outcome. The girls barely had time to get to the couch before Takemichi jumped over the coffee table, causing Chifuyu to squeal and fall back onto Draken again.
“WAITWAITWAITNOOO!” He cried, blocking his body with his arms. “TAKEMICHI DON’T TICKLE ME!”
The other blonde smiled, panting a bit. He pretended to mull it over for a moment. “Fine. I won’t,” he hummed. He locked eyes with Draken and nodded. “But he will.”
Chifuyu barely had time to react before Draken’s fingers found his sides and tummy, poking and squeezing and fluttering.
“HYEAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!” He squealed, kicking his feet in the air.
“Oh yeah. You almost hurt Me and Takemitchy’s wifeys. Now Mitsuya’s keeping them safe.” He looked up at the girls and Mitsuya, smiling warmly when he saw them squished against his sides now.
“Ihihihihi dihihihidnt mehehehean ihihihit!” The boy whined, trying to grab at Draken’s hands. “Nohohoho!”
The vice commander merely hummed, poking around the boy’s belly button. Chifuyu sucked his tummy in and puffed it out, but Draken’s fingers were still unrelenting. “Drahahahakehehehen!”
“Hm?”
“Nohohoho! Ihihihi cahahahant!” The boy squealed.
“No? Maybe another place then,” Draken hummed, dragging his fingers up to Chifuyu’s ribs, resting them there. “Now let’s see… how old did you turn today?”
“F-Fifteen,” the blonde replied, panting with a dopey grin. “I’m fifteen now.”
“Hmmm… so we have twenty-four rib bones… So if two plus two is four, and five plus five is ten…” his fingers begun to tickle once again without warning. “That must mean I need to get at least fifteen of them.”
Chifuyu melted into Draken’s lap, squealing as he tried grabbing at the vice commander’s fingers. “Drahahahaken nohohohoho!”
Tickling without fingers is quite hard to do, Draken deduced. He grabbed Chifuyu’s arms and held them above his head. “Takemitchy, hold these for me.”
Now laid out, fully vulnerable, Chifuyu stared apprehensively at Draken, arms stretched above his head.
“You okay, kiddo?” The vice commander asked. When he recieved a nod, his wicked smile returned. He ever so gently curled and uncurled his fingers on the boy’s ribs, causing Chifuyu to squeak and giggle softly, butterflies invading his tummy.
Holding Chifuyu’s wrists in with one hand, Takemichi snaked his other hand down to attack the boy’s underarms. All over again, Chifuyu squeaked and squealed as he jolted, body arching off of the couch. Draken chuckled, dragging clawed fingers over the boy’s ribcage, counting aloud. The blonde laughed his head off, blushing just a bit.
“I think he likes it,” Takemichi cooed, making obnoxious kissy noises.
“Only one who likes it is you, idiot,” Draken rebutted, circling the boy’s belly button again. “Oh don’t you even try to deny it, Takemitchy. You’ve never once told any of us to stop.”
“Draken!” The time leaper hissed “Hina’s right there!”
“And?”
The casual conversation continued above as Chifuyu giggled madly below. He tried to move, toss his head around, bring his arms down, nothing. All he could do was laugh and squeak while the two argued and forgot about him. “Okahahahay! Sohohohomewhehehehere ehehehelse! Cmohohohon!”
The two blondes paused in their argument. “Somewhere else?” Takemichi cooed. “You sure?”
“Yehehehehes!”
“Draken, his hips are the worst. Why don’t you go ahead and—“
The time leaper didn’t get to finish his sentence before Chifuyu’s head was tossed back against the couch, deep belly laughs leaving him as Draken drilled into his hips. “Ooh! Bingo! You got it!”
Chifuyu squealed and snorted, deep laughter exploding from his chest. “DRAHAHAHAKEHEHEHEHEN NAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“I think you’re right, Takemitchy, maybe he does like it. Think we should keep going?”
Takemichi hummed, nodding. “I think so too. And Y’know? I have a crazy idea…”
“Oh yeah?”
Goddamn it! Stop conversing so normally while Chifuyu’s losing his shit! It’s so embarrassing! With Hina and Emma still watching? And Mitsuya? Oh God! He’s never gonna—
“We’re heeeeeeere!” Mikey’s sing-songy voice sounded from the door. “We picked up four stragglers on the way too! Takemitchy, your friends wanted to—“
“Ohh! Kenny’s giving you the ol’ ‘Birthday Tickles Special?’ You better enjoy it! You’ll only get it once a year!” The commander cooed, handing his gift to Baji, who set it down on the kitchen counter. He rushed to the couch, kneeling down. “Want some help?”
“Oh yeah! We gotta make our birthday boy know how much we love to hear his laugh!~” Takemichi cooed.
The first division vice captain only blushed a deeper scarlet, snorting repeatedly. “NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Oh wow. He’s got great stamina. It’s no wonder he’s in Toman!” Mikey cooed. “Let’s see what you’ve got left, birthday boy!” He pulled out the hair tie holding up his bangs.
“Ohhh, Mikey means business, Kiddo,” Draken hummed, ceasing his assault on poor Chifuyu’s hips.
The boy took gasping breaths, giggling like a little kid. “I-I can—“ oh God don’t do it Chifuyu… “I can-I can take it!” Idiot.
“Hear that, Kenny? He wants us to try and make him tap out,” Mikey teased. He held the hair tie in his teeth, pulling all of his golden hair into a messy bun. He smiled, picking up Chifuyu’s sweater and moving it up to his chest. “You guys have been tickling him through his clothes? It’s like you were going easy on him. I thought your birthday tickles were usually rougher, Ken-Chin.”
“For you? Yes. No mercy for annoying brats like you,” Draken grumbled.
“Love you too, Ken-Ken.” The teasing lilt to Mikey’s voice dropped, replaced with his serious, scary voice. “Now, boys. Let’s give our birthday boy a day to remember.”
Draken and Takemichi grinned evilly before descending onto their tickle spots. Takemichi had taken the liberty to sit on Chifuyu’s hands, now using both of his own to tease the boy’s underarms. Draken’s rough fingers dug ticklish circles into the boy’s hips, and finally Mikey…
Mikey hummed, sucking in another breath. He blew another ticklish raspberry against Chifuyu’s tummy. “Nice abs, ‘Fuyu! You’ve really been working hard!” And another raspberry… and another…
“YOHOHOHOHOU GUHUHUHUYS! NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHO!”
“Oh my god…” Emma whispered. “You boys are ruthless.” Hina nodded in agreement.
Mitsuya chuckled, patting both of their heads. “Draken tickles everyone on their birthday. It’s like his second gift,” he reported. “As for Chifuyu, he’s not as weak as he might come by. He’s survived Baji’s tickling, and he doesn’t believe in mercy.”
Hinata shivered, snuggling closer to Mitsuya’s side. “Yikes… You have to be gentle with us girls if you ever tickle us, okay?” She said accusingly to the black-haired male, who had sat down moments before.
“Hmm… maybe. Now your hubby? He won’t get any mercy from me, that chicken shit,” Baji chimed.
“Oh yeah, Takemichi’s super ticklish,” Akkun reported, hanging on the back of the couch.
Yamagishi, Takuya, and Makoto nodded. “Yep,” they replied simultaneously.
“Interesting…” Baji hummed.
Meanwhile…
“He’s lasting a while. I wonder what’ll make him crack,” Draken hummed, still relentlessly tickling Chifuyu’s hips.
Chifuyu’s joyful laughter rang around the room. He pounded his fist against Takemichi’s butt, squealing and snorting. “NOHOHOHOTHIHIHIHING! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!”
Wrong answer…
Baji huffed, standing up from the couch. One by one, he tapped the three ticklers, each stopping one by one. “Observe,” he merely hummed.
Chifuyu caught his breath, messy hair clinging to his red face. His chest heaved, tummy jittering. “Is that all you three got? I can take it! You forget, I’ve survived—“
Two fingers pinching his knees caused the boy’s eyes to widen. He kicked his legs rapidly, tossing his head back and all but screaming. “BAHAHAHAJIHIHIHI! NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Baji yes! Happy birthdaaaaaaaay. You didn’t think I’d let Draken tickle you alone, hm?”
In a flash, the other three continued on their spots, which promptly drove Chifuyu up the wall.
Mikey blew one more raspberry before patting Chifuyu’s tummy, pulling his sweater down with a smile. Baji stood back up, as did Draken. Takemichi carefully got off Chifuyu’s wrists, and the boy curled in on himself, giggling softly.
Mitsuya stood up, picking up Chifuyu with a sigh. “Told you. Five seconds tops,” he hummed, cradling the panting boy.
Hina and Emma returned to the other couch, snuggling up to their respective boyfriends.
Mitsuya held Chifuyu gently, patting his back. “You done good, kid,” he praised. “That was pretty brutal. I would’ve been done myself when Mikey joined in.
“Yeah… s’okay. I had fun,” he hummed tiredly. He stuck his tongue out at the four boys who had taken him to an inch of his life previously. “At least Mitsuya won’t tickle me.”
“You’re right,” Takuya hummed.
“But we will!” Akkun chimed.
A new set of four descended their fingers onto ticklish spots. Four pairs of fingers descended on his neck and ears, his tummy, his feet, and his shoulders. All over again, Chifuyu giggled like a little kid, grateful for a bit of a break from his more ticklish places.
Each person in the room would receive their due when their day came, but for today, it was about Chifuyu Matsuno: the current birthday boy.
The blonde’s melodious laughter would sound often at the party, adorning tv shows, conversations, and party games. With gifts opened, cake consumed, and a goose plushie in his arms, Chifuyu snuggled up to Baji, a content smile on his face. “Thanks for the best birthday ever…” he hummed to the room, closing his eyes.
Aaaaaand the peace was ruined when Baji decided it was his turn to give the birthday boy his second gift…
