🐗 Tickletober Day 4 – Inosuke: “Who’s More Ticklish?”
Inosuke crouched low in the training yard, boar mask glinting under the sun. He had a wild idea.
“Tanjiro!” he yelled, grabbing his friend. “I bet I’m more ticklish than you!!”
Tanjiro blinked. “…What?!”
Before he could react, Inosuke’s fingers darted toward Tanjiro’s sides. Tanjiro yelped, squirming. “I—I’m not that ticklish!!”
“HAH! Lies!!” Inosuke shouted, poking harder, flicking, and jabbing at every sensitive spot he could find. Tanjiro flailed, laughter bubbling out uncontrollably.
“Ahahaha! Stop! I—hahaha—I can’t—!” Tanjiro gasped, wriggling under Inosuke’s relentless hands.
But then, Tanjiro smirked. “You think you’re safe, Inosuke?”
Inosuke froze—too late. Tanjiro’s fingers launched at his ribs, underarms, and sides. The boar-masked boy shrieked, thrashing wildly, squealing like no one had ever heard.
“NOOO!! Hahaha!! Tanjiro!!” Inosuke shouted, trying to pin Tanjiro down, but it was already a full-on tickle war.
Zenitsu peeked from the sidelines, jaw dropping. “They’re… they’re both screaming… what even—?!”
By the time it ended, both Tanjiro and Inosuke were panting, hair and clothes disheveled, sprawled across the training yard. Their faces were red, still giggling every time they thought about it.
“…I—I still win!” Inosuke panted, though Tanjiro’s victorious smirk made him doubt it.
“You think?” Tanjiro teased, gently poking Inosuke’s side one last time.
Inosuke squealed again, flopping onto his back. “Next time… you’re dead!”