Kei

anyway e0 mydei is terrible in pf and running him with cery is a massive pain but if you don’t mind banging your head against the wall, she’s also one of his best options for pf and you get to watch mydei throw around double lions

i was able to juggle double lions for the first 2 waves, but mydei takes damage too quickly at the third wave and cery can’t keep up with him and her buff stacks fall behind

even though i only hit 38.4k that’s actually pretty good considering cery doesn’t synergize with mydei outside of double lions, mydei is forced to run a healer, and e0 mydei is not meant for pf. i did a few attempts and was able to hit 35k pretty consistently

i still think cery has a garbo kit but cery+mydei is probably the most fun ive had with the actual gameplay in a while. im just guessing based off of my experience, but she might be one of his best teammates for all content if you have e1 mydei

mydei, sunday, and cery are e0 and mydei and sunday are s1

tbf i do have e2s1 Mydei and s1 Sunday and s1 Luocha but his lc is ass...idc he's pretty in it sue me

But this only took about 4 tries, and 3 of those attempts had Mydei on Node 1 LMAO. For some reason he just couldn't finish Bronya. He was even able to get to her with 3 cycles remaining but yeah idk.

Then Node 2 only took 1 attempt to 40k it! Flame Reaver was surprisingly easy, he only needed abt 4/5 lions to kill him! And he got a new record for his lion dmg - 5M! Yippee!!!

OH i should probably mention that both of Phaidei were on the last cycle...Phainon since he had less than ideal supports (had to give Sunday to Mydei and replaced Robin with RMC since their buffing is similar and RMC also gives crit rate, so Phai's crit rate was only 90%. And RM bc she can at least give Phai 1 stack of coreflame with her ult) and Mydei bc his auto does weird stuff to his placement in the action bar, but they still did it!

ONE MORE THING i actually sp**dtuned Sunday for this, had to bring him down from his normal set-up with Phai...at least i have like 10 of each relic piece from Sunday's set lmao, just had to pick and choose relics thankfully

PHAIDEI IS SUPREME 🗣️

Dan Heng slumped back into the cold wall after another failed break free attempt. He panted, lolling his head while looking around again. There had to be a way out, something to help him escape sitting somewhere in that room.

He clenched his hands – both bound behind his back by a tight knot around his wrists – and moved his shoulders, trying to recover his balance and get back into his feet. His legs wobbled slightly, his labored breath dampening the cloth used as a gag. Dan Heng pressed his eyes shut and directed the last bits of strength down to his legs. 

“Come on”, he thought, but was still betrayed by his own tired limbs, falling back down into his butt after barely lifting himself off the ground. Dan Heng let out a small grunt and sighed, his quickened pulse ringing near his ears. 

Try after try, exhaustion was finally catching up to him. In the silence of isolation, Dan Heng could hear something like an engine’s soft hum and a faint chatter on the other side of one of those walls. They were still there, that was for sure – but was he there too? He sighed, the uncertainty making his heart race even faster.

Dan Heng closed his eyes, trying to shake that idea off his head. It would be better to organize his thoughts and save some energy instead of diving headfirst into a spiral of panic. The starskiff wasn’t moving and his captors didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Were the Stellaron Hunters seriously thinking of holding him hostage to make a deal with the Express? How despicable.

That strange woman was still as hard to predict as ever, not to mention how troublesome dealing with that other girl could be. Dan Heng furrowed his brow, annoyed at the memory of how careless he was during their encounter – a moment with his guard lowered was enough to get himself cornered, forced to surrender to the two of them. He should never have expected a fair fight from people like them.

“...for how long?...”

“...Elio… mention that…”

The muffled chatter grew louder, enough to let Dan Heng catch a stray word or two without having to press himself against one of the walls or the door. While it was still far from enough to let him make some sense out of it, he was in no position to reject small clues like this, especially if it could help him figure out their goal.

“Stay and… later…”

“Hurt… okay? We…”

Were they talking about him? Or was it about the Express’ crew? Dan Heng squinted his eyes and even held his breath for some short seconds, focusing on his listening to better understand the muffled sounds that made it to his ears.

It was clear that more than one person was taking part in that conversation. Kafka was probably the one talking the most, so it should be safe to assume that Silver Wolf was the one being talked to. 

Something about their carefree manner of speaking made Dan Heng even more annoyed. They were wanted criminals, holding someone hostage and probably planning to either negotiate something with the Express or exchange him for something from the Xianzhou Alliance – and those were two factions to not kid with. How could they sound so at ease?

Dan Heng shook his head, their twisted morals and values shouldn’t be his concern right now, but finding a clue to where they were going to take him. Knowing a thing or two in advance could turn the tables in his favor when the time came and-

“...Miss him, Bladie?…”

He widened his eyes and even leaned away from the wall he was resting against. No, that should be a mistake. It had to be one, right? The thought of that man being barely a room away from him jammed Dan Heng’s track of thoughts, triggering something deep inside him that made his heart clench.

He bit down a little harder at that gag, feeling his body tense just at the sound of that name. He took another deep breath, hesitating, before he leaned back against the metallic wall, trying to pick on the Stellaron Hunters’ conversation again.

The sound was clearer this time, more like an actual conversation and less like some unintelligible muffled mumbling.

“...We can’t risk it, we need him for the script.”

“I know.”

“And you still want it, right? Huhuh…”

“Get out of my way, Kafka.”

“Not until I have your word, Bladie. Or, better, until you listen to me: don’t harm him, ok?”

“...I won’t”, Blade answered with a loud sigh, hearable even through the walls. “Not for now.”

This was bad. No, in fact, this was the worst case scenario unfolding before Dan Heng’s very own eyes. He looked around the empty room, desperately trying to find something – anything – that would help him. But there was none.

Sounds of footsteps echoed from one corner to the other, making the mental image of Blade and Kafka walking around that room come to Dan Heng’s mind. He could tell the direction they were coming from, the way they were walking towards the door. Time was running out and, his heart, fast. 

Dan Heng tried to get on his legs again, but the panic made him only kick his feet and flail like a fish hooked out of water. Before he knew it, the door slid open and revealed those two ominous figures.

“Here he is,” Kafka nodded proudly, her eyes fixed on Blade’s profile while the man stared intensely at Dan Heng’s restrained self. “In one piece, may I add. And that’s how we want him, understood, Bladie?” He didn’t answer.

“Mmmph!! Hmmhnmph, mhmm!!” Dan Heng yelled into the cloth gagging him, his pupils shaking slightly as he tried to appeal to the wiser one between the two hunters – Kafka. 

She only chuckled, her arms still crossed elegantly before her chest. “I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on. We still have some time, so I’ll leave Bladie here to watch over you, yes?”

“MmpH!”

“Good,” she hummed, turning around without throwing a single glance back.

The door slid back close, shutting the only way out of the room. The whole place would’ve fallen into dead silence if not for Dan Heng’s labored breathing resounding within the metallic walls.

“Ahh,” Blade gasped, making Dan Heng flinch out of pure anticipation and fear. He ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head back down to look at the trapped man before him. “Even after all this time, you still look just as I remember…” he mused softly, but there was something in his tone that sent shivers down Dan Heng’s spine.

With one small step at time, Blade slowly made his way towards Dan Heng, who squirmed and battled the ties around his hands more than ever. He shifted in place and arched his back, putting all his strength into an attempt of snapping that knot as Blade closed the distance between them.

“And you were good at running away… so good that even at the one time I have you right here,” Blade groaned, stomping the ground between Dan Heng’s legs and slamming the wall above his head with his clenched fist. “You’ll still manage to, somehow, get away unscratched.”

Dan Heng inhaled sharply, forgetting he was still able to breath for a moment. His body was frozen with fear, shoulders scrunched up and limbs tensed. He wanted to curl into a ball and hide himself away from those angered, maniac-like eyes that glared down at him. 

“Don’t look at me like that. This is not the you I know,” Blade scoffed, calmly getting into one of his knees. He looked into Dan Heng’s eyes, almost from the same level now, and amused himself with the sheer emotion they carried. “What is it? You don’t believe me? Or are you choosing not to?”

Something about the way Blade smirked down at him made Dan Heng’s stomach twist. Anger, fear, confusion – these emotions stirred inside like waves crashing down during a storm. Dan Heng narrowed his eyes, huffing in disdain.

From the corner of his eyes, Dan Heng saw Blade’s hand moving and pressed himself back against the wall out of instinct, as if that would help him about it. Blade simply reached out forward until he had Dan Heng’s chin between his fingers. He tilted the man’s head left and right gently, studying his features with some sort of sickened tenderness. 

“Changing like this… you may fool others, but not me,” Blade muttered, inching closer while Dan Heng tried to jerk his head out of his grip. “I know you – the true you – far too well to fall for such tricks, High Elder.”

‘This crazed freak’, Dan Heng thought, pulling his legs back and already thinking what would be the best spot to kick Blade in. His eyes shifted from the knee supporting Blade’s weight to his body, and it was then that Dan Heng noticed a sudden move from the other. “Hmmph- hngh..?” 

Opposing the threats and violent acts he expected, Dan Heng widened his eyes when he realized that Blade’s face was barely inches away from his. He tried to shake his head again, with far more strength and effort this time, but Blade’s grip held him firmly in place. “HmMPH–”

 What was happening?

Dan Heng squinted his eyes, an uncomfortable groan making it out of his throat while he squirmed as much as his restraints allowed him to. He felt Blade’s breath against the skin of his face, his lips pressing over and over against the cloth that gagged him. Dan Heng pulled at his hands, trying to free them just to push the other way, but all these attempts of escaping were for naught. He was at his captors’ mercy, at Blade’s mercy.

That strange kiss went on for a couple more seconds, Dan Heng battling against the unwelcomed affection during each and every one of them. He groaned, gasped, and tried to pull his head back to break contact with Blade, who insisted on chasing after him, on pulling Dan Heng’s body even closer while desperately trying to feel his captive’s lips.

“Stop-” Blade gasped, elated, before cupping the small of Dan Heng’s back with one of his hands, “-running from me, you have nowhere to go now.”

Muffled words and cries filled the small moments of silence between them. Dan Heng found himself more and more cornered as time passed him by, while Blade seemed to be trying to devour him whole. He whined while those arms wrapped around him into a suffocating hug, felt heat spreading up to the tips of his ear while Blade’s kisses damped the side of neck, and his legs went weak after being pushed against the wall behind him for the Nth time in a row.

Anxiety and fear overwhelmed his mind before, and the conflicted feelings from “affection” he was receiving made his heart beat unnaturally.

Dan Heng pressed his chin down against his collarbone, trying to stop Blade from burying his face into the crook of his neck. The latter only chuckled, dragging the tip of his nose against Dan Heng’s cheek. “What? You don’t like it anymore? Or are you ashamed because it feels just the same?”

He didn’t answer – not like he could if he wanted, after all. Dan Heng simply sighed, taking the halt to let some much needed air into his lungs. His body was still tense, on high alert. It was impossible to relax while he was still in that man’s arms.

“I told you before, High Elder, stop denying it. Stop denying who you really are,” Blade continued in a gleefully cruel tone. “Stop denying it to me.”

Before Dan Heng could quietly growl back at those claims or defiantly roll his eyes in response, a shift in Blade’s actions made words even more stuck in the back of his throat. Dan Heng looked down, spotting the source of that weird feeling that just crept up his body at the curve of his own waist, just under Blade’s thumb.

Like a lightbulb flaring up after the flick of a switch, Dan Heng’s back arched and a strangled noise crashed into the gag when Blade pressed his fingers down and began to rub little circles against that spot. It tickled.

“You’re still ticklish, right? Just as sensitive as I remember,” Blade mumbled, the rest of his fingers drumming against the back side of Dan Heng’s waist while the tickling went on. “What’s the use of fighting it? I know your body better than you do, probably.”

“Hmmph! Hmphph, hnnghahgh!”

“Yes, that’s more like it,” Blade grinned, his fingers wiggling up to tickle Dan Heng’s stomach. He prodded at each muscle around his navel, vibrating his digits against the clothed skin while watching and amusing himself with the way it made Dan Heng squirm.

He thrashed his head and pressed it back against the wall, but fighting the urge to laugh pathetically was proving to be harder than fending Blade off. Dan Heng’s body trembled, curses and giggles mixing with each other to the point not even he himself could tell them apart.

Among all the things he heard that day, the fact that Blade knew his body seemed to be the most likely to be true. Not a single tickle felt aimless, each and every stroke was targeted and made in a way to have Dan Heng wanting to crawl out of his own skin, wishing that the floor would swallow him whole and spare him from that humiliation.

“You even blush the same way when you get tickled, and you’re still trying to hide your true self from me?” Blade chuckled, now letting both his hands ran loose over Dan Heng’s body – one tickling the middle of the other’s ribs while the other went back down to torture his hip. “You can use whatever disguise you want, High Elder, but your body will always tell on you. It can’t lie to me.”

Even more than the tickling to stop, Dan Heng wished Blade would shut up and let him suffer alone. It was bad enough that he suffocated and choked on his own laughter, that he wailed and cried in forced mirth under that gag.

Dan Heng squeezed his eyes tightly and shook his head left and right, he kicked his legs behind Blade’s body while dragging his feet over the smooth floor. “MHMmph! Nnghahmph!”

“Is it that bad, High Elder? The you I know was more stubborn when it came to this,” Blade added, leaning even closer to Dan Heng, invading his personal space while trying to tickle him under his arms, fighting the way his captive squeezed his limbs down against his body to protect that sensitive, and awfully ticklish, spot.

From being inches apart to have their bodies practically glued against each other, Blade let out a malicious, most likely ill intended sigh when he felt Dan Heng’s ass grind against his crotch. What was that if not an invitation for him to go even closer, he wondered. “I knew you’d miss it too, but I didn’t expect for you to be craving this much. Doesn’t any of your new colleagues know how to satisfy you, High Elder?”

Dan Heng simply shook his head, desperately fighting the restraints around his hands and the way Blade handled his body at will. This was far beyond absurdity – his pride and dignity were being torn apart with each touch, wounded and damaged past the chances of repair. 

With his cries muffled by the gag, Dan Heng looked down in a vain attempt of keeping up with Blade’s hands. He could barely see it properly as his sight was blurred by the tears of mirth clinging to his lashes, but he could feel his nerves screaming under his skin, the ticklish sensation spreading like wildfire in dried wood.

“Are you trying to tease me back, High Elder?” Blade grinned while his dick hardened inside his pants, grinding faster against Dan Heng’s clothed ass. “Do you crave me so desperately, too?” He pressed the tent in clothes against the other’s behind, making Dan Heng whine into the gag. “You can’t have it, not until you stop with this pretending of yours.”

These words never really made sense to him, but now they were sounding like utter gibberish. Dan Heng’s head was spinning, lightheaded with the lack of proper oxygenation. He was too busy laughing because of the tickles all around his body to pay any mind to Blade’s threats and speech. As if any of that wasn’t enough, he also felt a weird, disturbing heat gathering in his loins, making it even harder to fight back or try to squirm off the hook.

He pressed his eyes shut, his brows furrowing in distress. Blade’s voice was growing distant, but his touches seemed more present than ever. Chills ran down from the top of his neck to the bottom of his spine and Dan Heng wondered if his heart wasn’t at the verge of stopping because of how hard it pumped inside his chest.

Fingers tickling him in every possible spot, Blade’s warm breath and lips against his neck and ear and a shameless, disturbing erection pressing against his ass. Dan Heng was overwhelmed, overstimulated, but somehow intoxicated by the attention at the same time. Maybe it was due to the lack of air, but part of him didn’t find those claims as unbelievable as before. Was Blade really telling him the truth? Was he right about his own needs?

“H-HMPHh!.. Mhmhng… hnghaha!” Dan Heng gasped, inhaling sharply through his nose. Against his better judgement and out of his right mind, he was hard. He felt tight around his crotch and, even worse, drops of his seed leaking through the tip. Of all things out of his control, why does his arousal have to be one of them?

“I can feel your pulse against my lips, High Elder,” Blade muttered, kissing the curve of Dan Heng’s jaw, moving his face to nuzzle against the bits of his reddened cheek that peeked through the gag. “Are you reminiscing about the past? About how it feels just like before?” Blade grinned, but let the smile on his face quickly fade into an emotionless expression again.

As the pressure, from all sides, was lifted, Dan Heng slowly opened his eyes again, finding himself laying against the floor. Dizzied, confused. He looked around, seeing the way Blade’s figure tower over him, but pushed himself away instead of leaning closer this time. Dan Heng swallowed his own spit, frustrated.

“...tsk,” Blade groaned, already up on his feet before looking towards the door. Dan Heng followed after, repeating the action and, as if on cue, it slid open again. Blade frowned slightly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your reencounter, Bladie.” Kafka locked eyes with Dan Heng for a second and her smile grew a little wilder at the notice of their captive’s state, almost as if she mocked him. “It’s time for us to make our move and I’m afraid we will need our guest now.”

“Understood,” Blade hummed, rolling his shoulders slightly before starting walking towards her.

Dan Heng could hear Kafka picking up a conversation with that man as the door slid back close, then the sound of their footsteps walking away from it. He sighed, rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling. 

He tries to steal another glance again slowly and notices the guy has stopped staring back. He feels a little sad but decides that's enough ‘studying’ for today. He debates talking to him, but ultimately decides to leave in a hurry.

Later in the week, he confesses to his friends the occurrence that has had him on edge so much lately.

“You’re joking? That’s Mydei, he is one of the top sports science students!” Tribbie explained in disbelief.

“You certainly got his attention, I heard he can be a little rough around the edges sometimes.” Aglaea smirks as Phainon sinks lower in his seat.

“Come on… I couldn’t help it… I zoned out and next thing I knew he was looking my way!”

“Yeah right, ‘zoned out’ huh? You were just eyeing that body. I bet…” 

The three sat at the same library table gossiping quietly.

“What if he comes in today? Or worse… he is already here and listening to us form nearby!?”

“If he is, then he should know that Phainon is just a giant puppy and doesn’t mean any harm~” Tribbie says out loud, Phainon dives under the table as the girls giggle.

Alas, no Mydei showed up today.

It would be another few weeks before Phainon saw him again, this time later in the day, and unfortunately it was only the two of them in the library. He looks around, wondering if there is anyone else besides the grumpy old clerk who always gives him dirty looks. Resigning himself to his fate, he decides to try and make up some excuse to go into the same aisle as him. He has no use for sports med… or does he? He supposes there is no harm in wanting to learn about some muscle training for his own sake.

Mydei is deep in a book when Phainon saunters into the aisle. No reaction from him yet, good good, Phainon thinks to himself.

He eyes the spines of the books until he sees one with ‘muscle’ in the title and reaches for it, but unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Mydei reaches for it too.

“Pff… haha~ This feels like one of those movies where the protagonists meet!” Phainon jokes aloud, hoping to diffuse the awkwardness and his own nerves bubbling in his chest.

“Hmph, I thought you were in the history class? What do you need a sports med book for, hm?” Mydei’s voice was gruff, but the tone of the question was gentle and teasing, it made Phainon’s heart somersault. This guy was actually talking to him.

“Uh… I actually was looking for some sort of advice or guide so I just… wanted to search… honest!”

It was somewhat true, but he realised how pathetic of an excuse that sounded like. He sighs, the awkwardness is back. “Hey uh… actually, I wanted to apologise… for a few weeks ago… sorry I was staring at you…”

The blond man thinks for a moment, then seems to remember. “Oh, that. Don’t worry about it, I am used to it…” He seems slightly somber in his admission.

Phainon pouts a little, “Used to it? Is that… a good or bad ‘used to it’?”

“A little annoying, I must admit.”

Panic arises in his chest, Phainon feels the guilt surfacing. “S-Sorry… I uh, look, I need to confess… that you are one of the most a-attractive guys I-I have ever seen in my life and I will leave you with that. No more ogling I promise… and-!”

It was Mydei’s turn to feel embarrassed, his eyes widened slightly and his cheeks turned a little pink. He looks away and fidgets with a button on his shirt as if it was a problem that needed his attention. “Oh… th-thanks?” He squirmed, only looking up at the white haired man occasionally.

“What’s this? Are you… secretly a huge softie inside?” He couldn’t help but tease him, causing him to stammer and become more flustered.

“N-No! It's just… Caught me off guard! Don’t say weird things like that to strangers, they will get the wrong idea.” Mydei continues to avoid eye contact and huffs, grabbing the book Phainon was reaching for and handing it to him. “Here… I don’t need it.”

Phainon giggled quietly, this was certainly an individual worth getting to know.

He plays their encounter over and over again in his head when he returns to his dorm room, burying his face into a pillow and rolling around on the bed.

“You look like a high school girl in love.” Tribbie teases, having come over after Phainon spammed her with angsty text messages.

“I am not!”

“A crush then?”

“Hmph… so what if I have a crush on this guy?”

“Go to the library again and see if he will be there! Ask him to hang out or on a date!”

“Noooo!”

Tribbie sighs, “Alright, then I will tell him. The sports classes are in the building next to mine, I am sure I will find him~”

“No! Please don’t!”

“Ohhh~ What if he finds out… you like tickling?” The smirk that spreads across her face could kill a man. Phainon turns bright red in response and cannot even respond, his brain feels like it just short circuited.

“Haha! Aww Snowy~ Sorry… was that a little too far? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it but… I am sure he would have an open mind!”

“Nope… nuh uh… no way! He… I am not bringing that up with him!”

Tribbie giggles, knowing her dear friend does have a little thing for tickling. She finds it adorable, while Phainon thinks it's embarrassing. Of course, the thoughts and ideas are already rushing through. “Save me… Lady Tribbie!”

“I could just tell him for you?”

“No!”

“What if we ask him to hang out with our group?”

“No!!”

“C’mon Snowy, don’t be like that~”

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The opportunity to see Mydei again came sooner than he expected. He trudges back to his dorm late one afternoon, his brain feels like mush from the upcoming assignment he needs to complete. Without thinking, he lazily enters his dorm room and kicks off his shoes, then begins to remove his jacket and shirt.

“Anaxa, I am ba-”

Mydei is in his dorm room.

…Mydei is in his dorm room.

Mydei is in his dorm room!

Phainon freezes, still flashing Mydei. He slowly turns bright red and pushes his shirt back down.

The blond’s face is equally surprised and red, unsure whether to stare or look away his eyes continue to dart between Phainon’s face and stomach, “Um… Anaxa tutors me…” He manages to squeak out.

“Oh, you two have met?” The smaller man emerges from his room with some books in hand, looking confused between Phainon and Mydei.

“You could have texted me… I just walked in and started undressing like I normally do!” Phainon complains, pouting at his roommate like a child. Anaxa notices that Mydei is looking rather flustered and trying to find something else to focus on, fidgeting in his seat.

“Maybe you should stop being so shameless? I live here too, you know.” He sits himself down opposite to Mydei, actively ignoring the tension between them. “Don’t mind him, just wait until he shows you what ridiculous fashion he wears when not in public.”

Oh, Phainon was going to kill him. “At least I don’t wear adorable dinosaur onesies and eat dinosaur crackers!”

Anaxa sputters and throws the textbooks he was holding at Phainon, “D-Don’t say that! It’s not true!” The pout on his face and rosy cheeks look adorable, even Mydei chuckles through the initial awkwardness that was in the room.

“Not something I expected one of our top students to be into. Now I need to see photos.”

“No! No you do NOT!” 

Phainon giggles triumphantly and retreats to his room to complete his own study while Anaxa and Mydei stay in the living area. Though he finds himself too distracted by eavesdropping instead of completing his own assignment. By the sounds of things, Mydei struggles with the mathematics components of his courses and Anaxa assists him. It’s kind of cute, he thinks to himself.

He lays his head on his desk, clicking a pen rapidly and bouncing his knee. He wants to join them but doesn’t know how. 

He’s so attractive, I just want to stare at him… oh but that's weird and he doesn’t like that… ugh, what if he hates me?

No no, Phainon. You have a great personality and body too! He might like you!

He continues to think and murmur to himself, only to be snapped out of his thoughts by Mydei appearing in his doorway. His head whips upright and he stares wide eyed, unable to get a word out.

“I… finished my study.” Mydei leans against the door frame as if he is waiting for something. Phainon can’t help but chuckle.

“Come in… I don’t mind.”

“What are you working on?” The blond heads to Phainon’s bed, lazily draping himself over it and picking up a random object to toss around while he chats.

“Supposed to be my history assignment, but I got distracted… I was listening more to Anaxa teaching you math.” He grins.

Mydei scowls and huffs, “Hmph… everyone has their weaknesses! Mine just happens to be math…” He avoids Phainon’s gaze, pulling at a loose thread on his bedsheet.

Weakness… that word rings in Phainon’s head and he can’t help his mind just immediately thinks about tickling… Every. Single. Time. He doesn’t realise he hasn’t answered and his cheeks have turned red.

“Are you okay? You look flushed, are you sick?” Mydei sounds concerned.

“U-Uh no no no! I-I am fine… just thinking about something else, sorry~” Phainon tries to brush it off with a wave of his hand but Mydei only raises an eyebrow of disbelief in response.

The two are cut off by Anaxa standing in the door, “I am going out to get dinner, you’re welcome to stay, Mydei.” He smirks, “Oh and Phainon was probably thinking about his secret when you mentioned weaknesses.”

“YOU-!” Phainon squeaks out as Anaxa laughs maniacally and leaves the dorm room. The white haired man can only sit there and stare at the floor, his face slowly turning more red.

“You got a weakness, huh?” Mydei smirks, amused by this new revelation and Phainon’s reaction to being teased. He has to admit, he is slightly curious.

“Don’t listen to him, he is just… weird. No weaknesses, nope.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure… stop smiling at me!” Phainon got up from his chair to grab a pillow from his bed and whack Mydei with it, only for the other to pull him down onto the bed with him. Mydei was strong than Phainon imagined, swiftly pulling him and wrapping his head into a gentle headlock and ruffling his hair.

“Ack! You’re such a brute!”

“Something tells me you enjoy this, I know you were staring at these amazing pecs the other day.”

Phainon blushed heavily again, sputtering and smacking him more, “N-No! I-I mean I was but… pff… you got all embarrassed when I called you attractive!”

“No, we are not talking about my weaknesses right now, we are talking about yours. So care to enlighten me?”

“N-No!”

Unsure what else to do, Mydei pokes and prods Phainon’s cheek, ruffles his hair some more and gives him some playful squeezes. This causes him to laugh and squirm beneath him, trying to free himself.

“Oaf! Brute! Muscle pig!”

“Tsk, some insults you have there…” Mydei responds by prodding his side gently with his index and middle finger, expecting it to hurt just a little, instead, Phainon shrieks loudly and swats his hand away. His flustered response does not go unnoticed.

“Stahap! D-Don’t even think about it!” Phainon buries his face into his pillow after trying to smack his attacker with it.

Oh. 

Now Mydei understands.

He brings his hand to Phainon’s side and with more direct intent, he lightly claws at the sensitive spot, bringing out the more desired reaction.

The white haired man giggles and yells immediately, kicking his legs behind him and trying to get a grip on the bed to push himself away from Mydei’s ticklish touch.

“Ahahahaha!! N-Nohohohoho no no this i-is not hahahapening!”

“What’s the matter? Ticklish? Is this your little weakness huh?”

“Gahh!! Don’t talk like thahahahat!”

“What? Teasing you? Like the little baby you are? Hm?” Mydei finds himself grinning like an idiot, something about watching this guy squirm and laugh beneath him makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. It takes some effort to roll him over onto his back, but the sight of Phainon’s red face and shirt scrunched up slightly, revealing his equally impressive abs stirs Mydei even more.

He can’t help but want to touch them, and what better way than to continue tickling him?

“AHHH! HehehehehehEHEHEHEEEKK!” Phainon makes little effort to actually stop the soft clawing of his stomach, he is over the moon right now. The tickling sending a pleasant tingle through his body. He is far too embarrassed to open his eyes though.

Mydei is using the opportunity to secretly test Phainon’s abs. They were pretty solid, he could tell he works out and wonders if he should invite him for a session together sometime at the campus gym. Wait, is he planning a date or something?

“GOD MYDEI Plehehehehehease!!”

His thoughts are broken by a loud laugh from his poor victim, he forgot he was tickling him still.

“Oops, time for a new spot?”

“N-No wahahahait!! AHHH!!”

Mydei’s fingers dive for his armpits, softly trying to dig their way under, making Phainon writhe and arch away.

“GEHEHEHE!!! Nohohohohho!!! W-Waahahahahahahaait!!!”

“Wait for what, hm?” He slows his tickling enough to allow Phainon to speak up, instead he only whines when he stops. Damnit, that was cute.

“Seems you want me to keep going?”

“W-What!? N-No… not a-at all!” Phainon avoids his gaze, unable to hide how disheveled he is now.

Mydei chuckles, the deep, raspy sound sending a little shiver through the white haired man's body. “I don’t mind this… little game? Do you like being tickled or something? It’s not weird, everyone has their quirks.”

“I-I…” Phainon can only squeak out a noise in response.

“You…?” Mydei smiles softly, a little tease in his voice.

Phainon closes his eyes and nods, feeling a little shame.

Mydei removes himself from atop his waist, he then grabs his hips and swiftly flips him over onto his stomach.

“Ah!”

“Here, so you can scream into your pillow while I tickle you to death.”

Wait a second…

“WAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Mydei laughs to himself as Phainon screeches. He switched to softly scribbling the back of his thighs and knees. All the poor man could do was kick wildly and grip the pillow he now buried his face in. 

“MYYDEHEHEHEHEHEEEII!!”

The ticklish sensations shot through Phainon’s body, he never even knew he was ticklish here. When Mydei started kneading his legs softly it just made it ten times worse.

“STAHAAHHAAAP!! NOOOOHOHOHOHOO!”

“Aww come on, it seems like you’re enjoying this.”

“NOOO!”

Phainon didn’t want to admit it, but being tickled felt great, doubly so since it was this new attractive guy he had been eyeing for weeks.

Both of them are soon interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing out in the living area. Despite knowing they were 100% heard, they both quickly sat up and tried to act nonchalant. Mydei dived for the desk chair across the room while Phainon could only remain frozen and flustered on the bed.

“Hm..” Anaxa huffed as he approached the bedroom door with bags of food.

“D-Do you need some help?” Mydei offered.

“No… you can go back to torturing Phainon, it was amusing to listen to.” A wicked grin flashed across his face as Mydei and Phainon both turned bright red and sputtered nonsense.

“Y-You…. You stupid… annoying…. Mean roommate! Y-You’re a green mint ice cream!!”

“Grr… fuck… pff…” Mydei was still refusing to give in. The ticklish sensations were unbearable, coursing through his body and making him squirm. How could he get like this? He was the powerful Mydeimos, a King, a legend, a… very ticklish person.

“Gahaha!” Oh no, a giggle slipped out as he felt the Deliverer’s fingers brush a soft spot along his flanks. His face flushed red as he looked up at Phainon, hoping he somehow didn’t hear that.

Instead, that bastard has the biggest shit-eating smirk he’s ever seen on his face in his life.

Well, shit.

“N-No no-no NOHOHOHOOO!!!” Having found the sweet spot, Phainon’s fingers focus their attention on the soft flesh below Mydei’s ribs. He can feel the muscles quiver beneath his fingers as the blond squirms and laughs.

“Awww Mydei~ Are you ticklish here? Hmm?”

“GAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUCK OOF HAHA!”

The lion roared, his raspy laugh filling the room and bouncing off the tile walls. He was sure someone was able to hear him but he couldn’t stop it.

“Coochie Coochie coo~” That damn Deliverer… not the baby talk.

“I-I HAHAHAHATE YOOU!”

“You always call me the Deliverer… you know what it means? Deliverer of tickles of course!” Phainon chuckles to himself as Mydei laughs harder and his face becomes more flushed from the teasing.

His fingers were driving him insane, hyper focusing on that one soft spot. He had to end this… but unfortunately, a nuisance third party had helped Phainon with restraining him.

“Go easy on him, Phainon. You know he will get you back ten times worse.” Anaxa was quietly observing in the corner, nose in a tome he found. He had helped Phainon by using tree roots to restrain Mydei’s arms, but he could feel the pull on them from the strength the blond exhibited. It was only a matter of time before he broke them.

“Oh he’s too ticklish for revenge~ I won’t go down without a fight!”

The white haired man shifted his attention to testing other spots on the man’s torso now that his walls were down.

“HEHEHHAHAHAHAAH!! STAHAHAP!” Armpits? Good reaction, more squirming.

“PHAINOHOHOHON!” Ribs? Pretty decent.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STAAAHP!” His abs? Excellent reaction, more laughing.

“Hehe~ Look how adorable he is, Anaxa get my teleslate for me!”

“D-Don’t you fucking dare!” Mydei panted knowing Phainon would have no issues recording this moment.

“I am not getting anymore involved than I already am. Good luck.” The scholar left the room, letting the roots of the tree fade away from around Mydei’s arms.

Phainon’s widened for a moment.

“Uh…”

“Huh…”

“Hmph, how about a sparring match, Deliverer?”