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With his head still pressed comfortably against the pillow, the vice-captain let out a tired sigh before poking the body behind him with his elbow. Maybe, if he tried to be positive about it, that would be enough to knock some sense back into Narumi.

He was his guest after all, and spending the night together was his idea.

And it worked, for solid ten seconds, but it did. Just when Hoshina thought about drifting back into sleep, it started over again.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

Hoshina felt his eyebrow twitch and clenched his hand around the blankets, his fingers pressing hard against his palm. Narumi's quiet groans were slowly coming back as well, so it would be only a matter of time before he cursed at someone in the same lobby as him.

"Narumi," Hoshina called from his side of the bed, gazing at the distance while not a single word came back after his call, only the soft rustling of the sheets and the tapping against the small screen. "It's 2 in the morning, can't you call it a day? We could cuddle—"

"S-shhh, not now," Narumi gasped, the panic in his voice making it sound like Hoshina disrupted his focus during something important — more important than him, at least. "Damned b-bastard, you think you can get aw— ahh, nonono!"

"Narumi!" Hoshina hissed a little louder, turning around to see the other flinch and curl up, but with the little device still in his hands. "You— agh, please, turn it off. Let's sleep," he muttered, watching Narumi's body ease up along with his tone. Hoshina cursed himself inside his head, if only he was a little firmer…

Without giving room to the better judgment, Hoshina simply laid back down and scooted over, closer to the other man. Narumi didn't stop him or fought back when his arms wrapped around the captain's body, probably aware of how close he was to Hoshina's limits.

They laid in each other's and the phone's company. The screen's flashing and brights lights continued to shine in their faces and Hoshina had to hide his face in the back of Narumi's shoulder to avoid getting a headache. "How many rounds are left?"

"It's not a round, stupid bowl-cut," Narumi huffed, almost like if he was offended by Hoshina's mistake. "It's a match. It's over when it's over, then I start another."

"Then you go to sleep, captain."

Silence settled again at the correction, it was clear Narumi didn't really feel like stopping his climb. Trying to adjust his eyes to the light, Hoshina could make out some aspects of the game and he could swear he heard Narumi cursing it and saying he would never play it again just the other day.

He really wished the captain would stick to his words now.

"Do everyone gets mad like you playing it?" Hoshina started again, his chin resting on the crook of Narumi's neck while his arms tightened around the captain's body. "Or are you just bad at it—"

"Fuck off, will you?" Narumi promptly answered, hitting one of Hoshina's legs with his bare heel while not even lifting his eyes off the screen. "Don't start acting up now, yeah?"

"Sigh, how cold of you, captain. You could at least pretend to care for my feelings like you do for your games," Hoshina chuckled, close to Narumi's ear and smirked at the sight of its tip gaining a faint shade of red. He could feel the pulse under his cheek, going up the side of Narumi's neck. So cute. "I'll take it as you don't want to sleep with me and do something, then."

"Damn right you should, bowl-cut," Narumi groaned, letting a small huff of relief when it stopped feeling like Hoshina was talking into his ear. He felt the vice-captain's hand moving around his body slightly, assuming Hoshina would leave him for his pillows instead.

But he didn't. They stopped, dead in their tracks. And, then, Narumi felt it. An awful, dreadful feeling that made his heart sink inside his chest.

Two fingers pressed down at his side, right below his lowest rib. They nudged the spot, rubbing a small circle with just enough pressure to have Narumi squirming and twisting around and to alarm each and every nerve inside the captain's body.

"Hoshina," Narumi called, putting up his best efforts to not miss a single shot in his game while Hoshina's hands trailed down to his stomach. Unconsciously, Narumi pressed himself against the chest behind his back, finding out Hoshina wasn't as far as he thought he was. "G-get your hand off me, now."

"Focus on your match, captain," Hoshina hummed, curling and uncurling his fingers on top of Narumi's stomach, tickling him just in the right way to make Narumi's breathing hitch. "Unless you need me more than the victory right now."

"I-I neehed you to stohop this!" Narumi whined, gritting his teeth while his lips displayed a crooked, annoyed smile. He tried to shift around, avoid the tickling without disturbing his game, but Hoshina's hand followed his body no matter how he moved. "Y-yohohou're so fuhucking ahannoying, bohowl-cut!"

"Stop what, captain? I need you to issue a clearer order if you want me to follow it," Hoshina explained matter-of-factly. "Oh? Looks like you missed something there!"

"SHUhuhut up!" Narumi cried, giggles already spilling past his best defenses. All he could do was lay back against Hoshina and let himself be played like a fucking toy if he wanted to win that game — and he hated it!

He felt hot around his collar and uncomfortable inside his skin. Hoshina wasn't even trying that hard, but that damned bowl-cut knew just which buttons to push to make it tickle like hell, to make Narumi smile and laugh himself into a stupid puddle. "I-I'm gohoing to fuhucking kill yohou!"

"You'd need to let go of your game to do that, captain," Hoshina giggled. He moved closer, again, while his hand climbed Narumi's ribs and tickled him there, making the captain let out an embarrassingly cute squeal. "And you don't want to do that, right? Focus. Finish it, captain."

"H-Hoshihina!" Narumi gasped, his elbow pressing down as hard as he could. Narumi tightened his grip around his phone so much that he feared he would snap the damn thing in half at any point. His whole body tingled with anticipation, each poke against his ribs felt like electricity running through his veins, like fireworks flaring up around his body.

This was so stupid, he wasn't even that ticklish! Why did it felt so bad now?!

"Stohohp— nnghah, plehehease! I dohohon't want to lohose!" Narumi finally begged, the threat of having that hand slipping up any further enough to have him shaking. His cheeks felt stupidly warm, his mind paying attention to anything but the game still on going.

Narumi was forced to make his character take cover. He had everything to clutch the match: ultimate skill, ammo, a good spot. Everything, but he couldn't move. He could only smile and giggle within Hoshina's embrace. "I-I'll sleheheep with you— w-we cahahan do whahatever! J-just stop!"

"That's no good, captain, you can't be throwing the towel like that," Hoshina clicked his tongue, pressing his finger down just a little harder to make Narumi jump. "You've to win it," he moved closer, kissing Narumi's cheek while the threatening tickling continued. "Because I will really tickle you if you lose, captain."

"D-dahamned bohowl-cut!" Narumi hissed, feeling adrenaline rush inside his veins with Hoshina's breath against his skin.