DokiDoki Muffin

The grand hall of the abandoned mansion echoed faintly with Hakuba Saguru’s footsteps as he moved with the precision of someone who had rehearsed every angle of this operation at least twice over. His trap had been flawless - mathematically calculated and impeccably placed. Or so he thought… He should have known. Of course Kaito Kid would ruin everything.

One wrong step in the shadowed hallway in the heat of the chase, one creak of old floorboards, and a metallic snap echoed through the empty corridor. Hakuba froze, well- his body did. His voice, unfortunately, did not. “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” he muttered through clenched teeth, “bloody- This is my trap!”

He stood completely stiff, arms locked at his sides, bound by a metal cuff that had appeared from behind one of the many curtains flanking said corridor. His legs were rooted to the ground, captured by some chains that had emerged from it, leaving only a few inches for them to move. His posture so rigid, that he looked like a disgruntled statue.

The immobilization mechanism - actually intended to catch Kaito Kid - had worked perfectly, unfortunately note quite the way it had been made for, leaving him completely unable to move, which was very, very bad, because Kaito Kid had already seen him.

“Fufu~” That laugh. Hakuba cursed himself internally, squirming in an aimless attempt to free himself. The thief emerged from the opposite end of the hall, descending the grand staircase as though he owned the place, his trademark white cape flowing behind him. His monocle glinted and his grin widened when his eyes landed on the immobilized detective.

“Well, well, well~ Detective Hakuba,” Kid sang, “given up already? You look… rather stiff tonight.” He chuckled. Hakuba inhaled sharply. “Kaito Kid, I will kindly ask you to release me and turn yourself in immediately.” “‘Kindly ask,’ huh?” Kid chuckled, circling him slowly. “You sound so polite, almost like you’re not the one who set this trap in the first place.”

“I merely prepared an appropriate countermeasure,” Hakuba replied through gritted teeth, “which you seem to have anticipated.” Kid tapped Hakuba’s frozen shoulder with a gloved finger. “Of course I did. You think you can lure me into some haunted house and expect I won’t notice? You should know better than that, Detective. Arrogance doesn’t suit you.”

Hakuba huffed, raising his chin. “It wasn’t arrogance, it was strategy.” “Well, your ‘strategy’ has you locked in place,” Kid said brightly, “so let’s call it what it is: Adorable~” The detective’s eyes widened. “I beg your-?!” Kid stopped right in front of him, leaning down until their faces were close enough for Hakuba to feel the warmth of his smirk.

“Now,” Kaito Kid purred, “since you’re stuck… why don’t we have a little fun?” Before Hakuba could even protest, Kid’s hands shot to his sides. The brunette’s reaction was immediate. “W-WH-K-KIHID!!” he choked out, voice breaking as laughter burst from him. “D-DoHon’t! St-StoHop thaHahahat! NoHoho tiHihickling!”

He felt a sudden heat flushing over him, his cheeks turning pink in a wave of embarrassment. Not only let he himself getting caught in his own trap he put so much thought into, no, he also faced the humiliation of getting tickled - tickled of all things - by none other than Kaito Kid himself. Why did he have to be so damn ticklish? “PffFt- AHaHAHhAHAH!”

Kid laughed brightly, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Aw, look at you! You’re already cracking! And I haven’t even done anything yet!” His fingers skittered along the other’s ribs, tracing the spots that made the detective jerk violently against the trap - even though he couldn’t move that much. “Y-You! HaHaha! You insuHufferable-! Geheh-Get your hands oHohout!”

“Aww, polite even now,” Kid teased, wiggling his fingers deeper into Hakuba’s sides, “how very British of you~” Hakuba threw his head back, laughter pouring out of him helplessly. His usually perfect composure shattered, replaced by bright, breathless giggling he desperately tried to suppress and absolutely failed to. “KiHiiHid!! St-StoHop th-thihis!!”

“But you sound so cute,” Kid cooed, “why would I stop now?” the thief teased, seeming to have the time of his life with messing with him. While Hakuba gasped and sputtered, something soft thudded against the floor - his slipper. Kid paused only long enough to glance down. “Oho? Lost something?” “D-DON’T!” Hakuba squeaked, voice cracking high.

For the second time this evening he regretted not thinking things through enough, actually believing it would be a good idea to switch his Loakes to some plain slippers in order to protect the floor and follow the proper Japanese customs to remove your shoes. Only now, being in this kind of predicament, he realized, how vulnerable he has made himself.

Now, to be fair, who would've thought that Kaito Kid would resort to something childish as tickling. Hakuba didn't calculate neither of it. Not getting caught in his own trap, and definitely not getting tickled by the thief in white.

“Oh yes,” Kid said with theatrical delight, “we’re definitely continuing~” He could literally hear the mock in his voice, but who could blame him. Before Hakuba could beg again, Kid crouched down, fingers dancing near the detective’s now-exposed socked foot. He lightly scratched along the arch.

Hakuba squealed. “NO! N-NoHot there!! NOHOHOT my feHehEHEHt! Hahahaha!! K-KiHid!! CoOHome oOHon!! PleHehease!” he whined, pressing his lips together as best as he could, but the laughter came out nonetheless. Kid’s grin widened with predatory joy. “Oh? Sensitive here too? What a delight.”

He held Hakuba’s ankle steady - not that Hakuba could pull it away - and traced every contour of his foot through the sock. His fingertips danced from his heel to his arch and finally to his toes wiggling his fingers right under them.

Hakuba was howling now, cheeks crimson, tears of mirth forming at the corners of his eyes. He curled his toes, trying- hoping that it would somehow stop the other’s attack. It did not. Instead, it only encouraged him to tickle said spot even more. “K-Kihihid!! I-I swear I w-will- HAHAHA! I will get you bahahack!!”

“Mmm. Promises, promises.” Kid wiggled his fingers at the base of Hakuba’s toes, earning a loud, broken yelp. “Focus on surviving first.” “KIHIHID!! EHEHEHEHEHEH STAHAHA-! STOHOP!!” Kid finally rose, leaving Hakuba gasping for air.

“Well detective,” he said softly, “that was charming, but I think…” he reached down and gently tugged off Hakuba’s second slipper “…we’re not quite done yet.” “Don’t. You. Dare.” Hakuba panted, glaring up at him. Though his "threat" didn't have much of an impact, based on how flustered he looked right now. Because Kid did, dragging his fingers over it.

With his remaining socked foot exposed, Hakuba stood no chance. Kid scribbled along the sole, teasing the arch mercilessly. The brunette exploded into helpless laughter again, body trembling against the trap. “I- HAHAHAHAH! I WILL- MHMHMHM REHEHVENGE!!”

“Aww, I’ll look forward to it~” Kid teased, slipping in a final devilish tickle right beneath the toes. He could’ve continued this game the entire night when a sudden sound captured his attention - sirens. Far away, but approaching fast. Kid blinked, sighed dramatically, and stepped back. “Ah, duty calls.”

Hakuba kept laughing in aftershocks, chest heaving as he tried to recover. Kid approached him one last time, tilting the detective’s chin up with a gloved finger. “You really should be more careful with those traps of yours,” he said sweetly, “I’d hate for someone else to catch you before I do.” “K… Kid…” Hakuba panted, still breathless, face scarlet.

“Oh, and one last thing,” Kid squeezed Hakuba’s side, earning one last yelp from him, “just because it’s fun,” he said with an innocent wink. Kid bowed low, his cape sweeping behind him in elegant arc. “Better luck next time, Detective Hakuba.” And with a single leap, he shattered the window’s edge, disappearing into the night with perfect theatrical flourish.

Tadashi should have known something was coming the moment Ainosuke called him into the private room of the estate with that smile - the kind that never meant anything good for him, yet always made something flutter nervously in his stomach.

Ainosuke stood in front of the bed with his coat off, his sleeves rolled back, and an expression that was far too entertained for someone supposedly “disappointed in his assistant”. “Tadashi,” Ainosuke purred, stepping closer to the other, “I’ve been… rather unsatisfied with your work lately,” he finished with a sly grin on his lips.

The brunette straightened instinctively, posture crisp. “My apologies. If there was an error in the scheduling for the next-” “Oh, no, no, no. Nothing like that.” The other cut him off with a mischievous grin, placing a gloved finger under his chin and tipping it up. “This is less about your work… and more about your actions.”

“My… actions?” Tadashi repeated carefully, though the back of his neck already warmed with dread. Whenever Ainosuke used that tone, it meant one thing: He was bored, and a bored Ainosuke was dangerous - in more than one way. “Yes.”

Ainosuke’s eyes gleamed as he raised a silk necktie - one Tadashi was certain had not been there a moment ago. “You’ve been too stiff around me lately. Too restrained.” He leaned forward, lips curling. “And I think it’s time I loosen you up.” Tadashi swallowed. Hard. Oh no.

But he nodded and let Ainosuke guide him to the bed, before he was pushed on it while his wrists were pulled up above his head. The tie tightened around them with a practiced tug - not painful, just restrictive and embarrassingly enough, Tadashi let out the faintest, most involuntary sound of anticipation when Ainosuke secured them at the bedframe.

The bluenette noticed, of course. He always noticed. “Oh? Agreeable today, aren’t we?” he murmured. “It’s… simply to humor you,” Tadashi said, though the slight pink on his cheeks made the defense weak at best. Ainosuke only hummed, thoroughly pleased, and pointed toward the small wooden stocks placed at the foot of the bed.

How could he have overlooked them? “Feet, Tadashi. In. Now!” A tiny sigh escaped him - half reluctant, half resigned - but he obeyed, sliding his ankles into place. Ainosuke locked the stocks gently, as if sealing something he’d been waiting to do for far too long.

“There,” Ainosuke said brightly, eying his handiwork. “Perfect. Now, shall we begin?” he said, sounding as if locking your assistant’s feet in some stocks was the most normal thing in the world. Well, considering his past actions, something like this wasn't surprising anymore. Ainosuke Shindo wasn't someone you would call "normal" anyways.

He sauntered to the end of the bed and settled himself comfortably, crossing one knee over the other in a way that made everything feel much more intentional and intimate than Tadashi knew how to handle. Ainosuke peeked down at Tadashi’s feet, still neatly tucked into his polished dress shoes. “Let’s free these, shall we?” he said, drawing out each word.

His fingers slid onto the laces, tugging slowly - too slowly. Tadashi tensed. Ainosuke immediately grinned. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what’s coming~” “I’m fully aware,” he muttered with painful honesty. Ainosuke laughed softly, wickedly. “Good.”

He loosened one lace at an agonizing pace, pulling the bow apart and tugging the string through each eyelet with exaggerated patience. Tadashi felt every subtle shift, every brush of fingertips too close to his ankle. A sweat drop ran down his forehead, the anticipation was driving him crazy.

Shoes that normally slipped off with a firm tug took Ainosuke minutes as he rocked them side to side, heel to toe, savoring Tadashi’s rising tension. And when he finally slid the first shoe off, Tadashi’s toes curled inside his thin socks, his breath held tight. “Oh?” Ainosuke said with delighted surprise. “Already reacting? How adorable.”

The second shoe came off just as slowly, all while Ainosuke was eying the other like a lion watching its prey, his eyes perceiving each eye flicker, each nervous twitch the other made. Tadashi exhaled in one sharp puff the moment the cool air touched both socked feet.

His breath hitched when he experimentally dragged his fingers over his soles, wiggling them playfully. “Hnnghg!” Tadashi regretted the second the sound left his mouth - as if his master already didn’t know of it. The blue-haired smirked. That reaction was all he needed.

“Now then…” Ainosuke mused, reaching into a small tray he’d clearly prepared beforehand - because of course he had - “…let’s make this interesting.” A bottle of scented oil glimmered in his hand. “Mr. Ainosuke-” Tadashi started, voice tightening. “Yes?” Ainosuke chimed, already drizzling a bit onto his palms. “Something to say before we proceed?”

“It’s unnecessary,” Tadashi said quickly, too quickly. Ainosuke leaned down so their eyes met, smirking. “That’s why it’s fun.” For one at least, Tadashi thought, but didn’t dare to speak it out loud. He knew Ainosuke too well for that. And then his hands slid over Tadashi’s socked soles.

The touch made Tadashi jerk automatically, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth as the oil dampened the fabric and Ainosuke’s thumbs pressed through it. “Mr. AiHin- AHinos- hng!” “Already?” Ainosuke teased, fingers tracing deliberate circles through the thin material. “I’ve barely touched you.” Tadashi tried very hard to maintain composure.

It lasted about three seconds. “A-Ah-! WahHAH! Mr. AiHihinosukeHehehe!” “Much better,” Ainosuke praised. He peeled the first sock down slowly, the fabric dragging along Tadashi’s sensitive arch in a way that made his voice catch in the back of his throat. The second sock followed, each inch of exposed skin making Tadashi’s breath shorter.

And when both socks dropped onto the sheets, Ainosuke exhaled dramatically. “What a sight. You really do have lovely feet, Tadashi.” Tadashi’s ears burned. “Please- get on with it.” “Oh, I will~” Ainosuke’s fingers descended with no hesitation. The first touch made Tadashi jolt so hard he almost pulled his arms free. “AHAHA! NoHoho! W-WAIT!”

Ainosuke laughed under his breath, stroking up his arch with one fingertip. “You’re unbelievably sensitive.” “AHAHAHA! I- IHihi caHAhahan’t!” “Oh, but you can,” Ainosuke said warmly, wiggling his fingers across the base of Tadashi’s toes, “and you will.” Tadashi thrashed, laughter bursting out of him helplessly.

Every brush of his fingers, every teasing swipe, turned his orderly composure into complete disarray. “Trying to apologize earlier?” Ainosuke asked, voice purring while he scribbled a pattern across Tadashi’s sole. “I- AHAHA! I’M SOHOHO- SORRY!” “For what?” Ainosuke grinned. “Existing? Breathing near me? Being adorable when tickled?” That was hell.

“STAHAHAHP IHIHIT!” “No.” Ainosuke reached for a soft hairbrush, holding it up like a magician revealing his favorite trick. “Let’s see how you handle this.” “N-No AinosuHuke, coHome on!” The brush swept down his sole. Tadashi screamed with laughter. “AH! HAHAHAAHAHAH! GOD- PLEASE!” Ainosuke beamed. “Beautiful reaction. Truly.”

He alternated between fingers and brush, sometimes skimming lightly under Tadashi’s toes, sometimes dragging deliberately slow strokes that made the other’s laugh break into high-pitched hiccups. “Tell me,” Ainosuke chimed over Tadashi’s breathless cackling, “do you actually hate this?”

Tadashi tried to inhale, tried to respond, tried to do anything other than laugh - but each attempt dissolved into another frantic burst of sound. “NNOOOHOHO!” he finally choked out. Ainosuke’s smile softened with victory. “Exactly what I thought.” He set the brush aside and reached for a pair of grooming gloves covered in soft, flexible nubs.

“Tadashi,” he said with bright, dangerous cheer, sliding them on one finger at a time, “the evening is far from over.” “N-N-NOHO! WAHAHIT!” Too late. Both gloved hands pressed to his soles. Tadashi arched off the bed, laughter exploding from deep in his chest.

The gloves wiggled beneath his toes, slipped between them, glided over the now-oiled skin with unbearable sensitivity. “AH! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO MOHOORE!” “Oh, listen to you,” Ainosuke chuckled, fully delighted, “you’re absolutely losing your mind. Wonderful.”

Tadashi tugged at the restraints, twisting, shaking, growing red-faced and breathless. Every time he tried to form a coherent plea, the gloves found another spot that sent him spiraling into helpless laughter again. “Tadaaaashi,” Ainosuke teased, dragging a single gloved finger slowly from the ball of his foot to his heel, “you really should relax. Enjoy your treatment.”

“CAHAHAHAN’T! BREHEHEATHE!” “Of course you can.” “Nohoho! A-AhaAHA!” Ainosuke leaned in, voice warm and low. “You trust me, don’t you?” Tadashi, trembling, gasping, laughing uncontrollably, somehow managed to nod. And Ainosuke’s expression softened - just a touch - before he resumed his assault with new enthusiasm.

For long, dizzy minutes, the brunette could do nothing but laugh until his voice cracked, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, and his feet flexed and curled and trembled under Ainosuke’s relentless hands. Finally, finally, Ainosuke slowed down. The gloves lifted.

Tadashi sank against the sheets, chest rising and falling rapidly, face flushed and damp with tears of laughter. Ainosuke brushed a piece of hair from Tadashi’s forehead, smiling smugly but fondly. “There now. Feeling… loosened up?” Tadashi wheezed, “Y-You… are… merciless…”