I’m dedicating this drabble to a very close friend of mine
Hope you enjoy it, my dear
You shifted your position in your bed, laying on your back and trying to find a comfortable position to fall asleep. It shouldn't be this hard to get some rest and it, in fact, wouldn’t be if it weren’t for the bright lights coming from the notebook screen. You sighed, turning to your side, pushing some of the plushies off the bed, and started to whine.
“Shoto, come on… let’s sleep, please,” you cried out, hoping to get some of your boyfriend’s attention.
“U-uh, yeah, in a minute, babe,” he spoke hurriedly, barely making eye contact before looking back at the screen, focusing on his game again. You groaned, as it was the third time you heard the same thing.
You didn’t like to be the party killer and you knew how much he liked it, but it was already past midnight and you could feel your eyes hurting from looking at those lights. How was he even bearing it being that close to the skin?
Laying on your stomach, you tried to ignore it, block the brightness and the noise with pillows and blankets. Taking a deep breath and trying to relax, but the faint sound of his fingers on the keyboard felt like a direct taunt.
“Shoto, come to bed. Now,” you muttered, giving him his last chance to make the right choice. This time, much to your surprise, it seemed like your words landed deaf on his ears. That was it.
You looked around, staring at the plushies around the bed and picking your victim without giving it much thought. Aiming carefully, you threw it at Shoto, making the plush hit him right at the head, making the boy let out a surprise gasp.
Before he could even protest, you grabbed the chair arm and pulled it, making it spin around and Shoto looked at you, with fear and confusion mixed into his look.
“Is your mic open?”
“N-no? I was playing by mysehEHE- AHAha, nohoh!” You didn’t waste a second before shove your hands into his sides, clawing mercilessly at the spot. You dug your fingers on his lower ribs, making him throw his head back in a loud fit of laughter.
“W-why- ahAHAh, plehehease! No tihihickling, bahahabEHEhehe!” Shoto giggled, shaking his head like a madman while he tried to pry your hands off his body.
“Huh, “babe”?” You grinned, climbing your hands up to his ribs and making him almost kick you out of reflex, “That’s what you have to say after ignoring me?!”
“I’m sohohorry! Plehehease, stahAHahap,” he giggled, scrunching up his nose and closing his eyes as hard as he could, feeling his limbs going weaker from all the laughing. However, you could tell the moment where panic kicked in as soon as your hands reached his underarm.
“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” He cried out, cackling as he tried to plead for your mercy.
Shoto, at that moment, hoped his body would melt into the chair just so he could move away. He was cornered, trapped since the first second you laid your hands on him and, to make things worse, it wasn’t like he could escape.
After torturing him with what he would - dramatically - call a “murder attempt”, you stopped moving your fingers, lightly tapping at the spot to keep him giggling.
“Sho~to,” you started, almost singing your words, “would you be a good boy and come to bed with me, hm?”
“Y-yehehe- AHAha, p-plehehease, no mohore!” You chuckled, seeing how much he was squirming from a single poke on his underarm.
“I didn’t quite hear you, what did you say?”
“I wihihill!! Bahahabe, plehehease!”
“That’s better,” you sighed pleased, taking your hands away and placing them on your waist as you watched him recover himself. Once everything was off, you gladly waited for him to snuggle close to you under the blankets, teasing him with a victorious grin on your cheeks.
“You are mean…” Shoto muttered, pouting as he rested his chin on top of your head.
“It’s not my fault you are so stubborn, but thankfully you are ticklish just as much,” you giggled as he whined. You hugged each other while the silence took over all the noises and, finally, you could finally have your good night of sleep.