#lee!geto

The barrier rippled like disturbed water when he pushed his hands into it, and soon, he was through the threshold.

Once Inside, he could hear screams in the distance, and without thinking he sprung into action. He took off towards the source of the chaos without so much as a plan, his head swimming with potential threats, each worse than the last.

Yuji was just walking through the halls with his arms behind his head in a casual manner. He then saw Megumi fly past him in a hurry. “Fushiguro?? Where are you–” Yuji had tried to get Megumi’s attention yet the shadow user quickly rushed past him without so much as a hello.

Megumi didn't stop, his brain too dead set on rushing towards the sound of the distress. Even though- in hindsight; why was Yuji just standing there when there was clearly trouble??

When he burst into the classroom, expecting a curse to be attacking someone, he got the answer to his burning questions.

The curse(s) in question?

Satoru and Suguru.

Of fucking course.

Megumi slowly untensed as he stared in annoyance at his two teachers. “What the hell are you both doing?!” He rasped, narrowing his eyes that were likely twitching in annoyance.

Satoru and Suguru paused their task of reducing a very flustered Nanami to a laughing heap on the floor.

“Ah, Megumi! Welcome back from your mission.” Suguru greeted with a kind smile, as if he hadn't just been obliterating Nanami. It was always his innocent smile that made the more “mature” Sensei seem like anything but innocent.

“Yo, Megs! How'd the mission go~?” Satoru asked, grinning widely at his unofficially adopted son, his finger’s stilling the playful torment briefly.

Megumi ignored them both and walked past them, kneeling down next to Nanami and helping him up. “You alright, sensei?” he asked quietly, a subtle note of concern in his voice.

“Heyyy, don't ignore us!” Satoru whined, throwing himself dramatically on the floor next to Megumi like a child who was just denied their favorite treat.

“Yeah, that's not very nice.” Suguru pouted. “And speaking of not nice, why does Nanami get called sensei and not us??”

‘Because he doesn't act like a petulant child.’ Megumi thought to himself internally. 

Megumi ignored their complaints, knowing it was pointless to argue with either of them when they were in chaos mode.

“Yeah… I'm fine.” Nanami mumbled, smoothing a hand through his disheveled blond hair. “Thanks.”

“What happened?” Megumi asked simply yet more than likely already knowing the answer.

Nanami sighed, picking his glasses up off of the floor and slipping them into his shirt pocket. “These two heathens are deep in the throes of chaos mode. They've been wrecking everyone they come across, no one has been safe.”

“Even Shoko? Man, you two really do have a death wish.” Yuji chuckled from the doorway. The pinkette had finally caught up to Megumi who darted past him earlier. 

“We didn't make it out of that one unscathed…” Suguru smiled in exasperation. Satoru rubbed his cheek absent-mindedly, reliving whatever it was she did in retaliation.

“Good.” Nanami huffed indignantly, crossing his arms. “At least you two got a taste of your own medicine…”

Megumi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know I'm going to regret asking this, but why are you idiots torturing everyone?”

Satoru threw himself against Megumi, draping his arms around the teen. “Why else?? Because everyone is too serious and boring! They all needed a good laugh, and we provided!”

“Get off.” Megumi grumbled, pushing Gojo's face and shoving him off of him. Though Gojo just chuckled in response to Megumi’s shove.

“We've gotten Shoko, Yuta, Maki, Haibara, Yaga, and of course… dear sweet Nanami~” Geto recounted their antics to the emo boi, a fond tone to his voice.

“Don't refer to me that way.” Kento sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. 

Megumi's eye twitched. These two idiots never learn, do they? Why do they always have to choose chaos at every turn?

“Uh oh, Suguru… looks like we made ‘dad’ mad.” Satoru exaggerated the word, referring to Megumi in this instance and not Nanami… for once.

Suguru chuckled, shaking his head fondly at his best friend's comment. “Yes, It would appear so…”

The pinkette snickered at the exchange from the doorway. “Careful, he might put you both in time out.” He teased.

“Don’t encourage them.” Megumi growled, sending a glare Yuji’s way. Though there was no real malice behind Megumi’s glare. Yet one thing was certain.

Gojo and Geto cannot get away with torturing people with tickles. And for once, Megumi would put them in their place. 

In fact, a devious idea started to creep into Megumi’s head and he smiled. But it wasn’t that joyful smile where someone remembers a funny joke. This smile was more unhinged. And it only grew when Megumi started to throw gang signs which were the exact ones that conjured his Domain expansion. 

“If you clowns are gonna play games, then I can play too.” Megumi mumbled under his breath before a dark chuckle escaped his lips. Soon the classroom started to shift and morph. The walls were consumed by writhing shadows and the floor was replaced by a black liquid that was ankle deep. Pillars of pure darkness were erected which the black liquid crashed against them softly.

Now Geto and Gojo were trapped inside Megumi’s domain. At first, the two teachers were genuinely impressed that Megumi conjured his domain expansion. It even seemed like Gojo was about to cry tears of joy as his heart swelled with pride. But that pride would soon be replaced with a new sense of concern. 

The black liquid had a hold on both Geto and Gojo’s ankles which was holding them in place effectively. As the two teachers looked down they could swear the liquid was like one giant organism reacting to someone’s command. Only that someone was Megumi. And his command? To wreck the ever loving SHIT out of them.

“EWWWW! What is this gunk?? It better not ruin my new shoes, young man!” Gojo complained, playing off his concern and deflecting with humor as per the usual.

“Some sort of shadowy liquid?” Geto mused, his violet eyes narrowing in concentration as he watched the pitch black liquid swish around. There was movement, but it also felt lifeless at the same time. Kind of like Schrodinger's shadow gunk™.

“My point still stands, you’re grounded if it ruins my shoes!” Gojo reiterated his previous complaint with a whinier tone. If that was even possible.

Megumi scoffed at Gojo’s incessant whines, rolling his eyes as he kept his hands together. “I think your shoes are the least of your worries right now. I, and everyone else have just about had it with your constant bullshit, so it's high time someone teach you both about the consequences of your actions!” The young man snarled despite there being no true anger in his voice.

“Now now, Megumi… I don’t think this is a game you wanna play~” Suguru smiled that same calm smile he did whenever he was about to absolutely annihilate someone while his voice dripped with mock innocence.

Megumi chuckled, he knew any threat made against him here in his domain was pointless. They weren’t going anywhere unless he let them. “Go ahead If you think you can move, but I assure you, you’re in my domain now.” The young man’s voice was filled with confidence as he finished solidifying his domain. 

Geto looked over at Gojo, his expression unreadable to anyone except his one and only. 

“Nah, I wanna see how this goes.” Gojo mumbled nonchalantly, knowing damn well he could just use his own domain expansion to break free. Yet the white haired sorcerer wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to see what Megumi’s domain expansion is capable of. 

He’s been trying to teach Megumi to be confident in his own skills and to not hold back… Well, what better way to be taught consequences than to have that lesson backfire on him?

Geto sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. “You’re impossible sometimes… sweet, but impossible.”

“Oh, relax, won’t you?” Gojo purred, his voice like silk. “It’s just ink water, it’s not like I can’t just use infinite void at any point we decide enough is enOOoOugh–” 

Gojo’s sentiment was interrupted by the feeling of something slipping under his jacket and shirt. It felt a little cold against his skin… but not unpleasantly so. When he looked down to investigate, he saw tendrils creeping up his body from the black liquid that pooled beneath them. The tendrils crawled slowly upwards starting from his legs and making their way to his midriff. Before he could make any innuendos or dumb jokes as he usually did, the tendrils began flicking back and forth along his sides, alternating between gentle quick strokes against his skin and kneading.

Satoru tensed, he slammed his arms down against his body but… it did absolutely nothing to impede the tendrils, It’s like his arms phased through the shadows.

“I-Interesting,” Satoru’s lips wobbled into a shaky grin from the suppressed giggles. “It’s not a fu-fully corporeal entity… th-therefore I can’t st-stop them.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow at Satoru. “You alright?”

“F-Fi–IiIinE.” The white haired menace doubled over, arms still tightly clamped around himself more out of reflex than anything. “It’s… n-nohot that bad.”

“Oh, isn't it?” Megumi feigned interest, an evil grin taking over his features. “Here, let me fix that for you~”

The tendrils shifted, snaking up his sides with pointed tips until they found that oh-so ticklish spot at the bottom of his ribs. Then they dug in, flicking back and forth wildly against that extremely sensitive spot.

Satoru let out an unholy screech when that spot was targeted, flailing wildly like some kind of possessed muppet. “OHOHO GOD!”

But he didn’t dare double over enough to fall over into the shadow pool, he didn’t wanna imagine what horrors he’d be subjected to.

“Satoru?” Suguru looked over at the white haired sorcerer in surprise when he heard him screech and burst out into laughter. “You good?”

“DOHOHOHO I LOOK OKAY TO YOUHUHU??” Satoru cackled, wriggling around trying to shake the tendrils off to no avail. No matter what Satoru did to try and ease the tickling, it was as if he was phasing through the shadows. His struggling and insistent attempts to make the tickling stop was futile.

Suguru was about to say something when he felt that same feeling Satoru did, except the tendril didn’t immediately start tickling him, instead it ‘threw’ him closer to Satoru. “Jesus! What the hell?!” The ravenette yelped as the shadows seemed to make him move closer to his best friend against his will while Satoru was laughing like a hyena.

Satoru clung onto Suguru, shaking him and jerking him around with each sudden movement. “SUHUHUHUGURUUU! MAHAHAHAKE THEM STOPPPP!” He whined through his hysterical laughter.

“Stop shaking me!” Suguru complained, long black locks flying everywhere as he was jostled. “I tried to tell you to use your domain expansion!” Eventually, Suguru’s neatly tied bun had fallen off, letting his long black hair cascade down his shoulders.

The tendrils slithered up further probing and prodding into Satoru’s armpits instead, drawing less hysterical laughter from the annoying teacher. “Ihihihihi didn’t think It’d tihihihickle this baaaad…” He laughed, burying his face in Suguru’s shoulder. “Ihihihi’m so prohohohoud of hihihihim…!”

“Be proud of him without turning me into a shaken drink, will you??” Suguru grabbed Satoru and held him still so he could try to think of a way to escape.

The shadows shifted, locking around Suguru’s wrists and hoisting him up again, this time moving him to be directly behind Satoru out of his grasp. Basically, taking away his object of comfort. Instead, Geto and Gojo’s backs were flush against each other. 

“Mehehehehegumiiii! That’s meeeean!” Satoru complained childishly, like a child whose security blanket was just confiscated to be washed.

“Never said I was nice…” Megumi scoffed, no real heat behind his words. “You know what else is mean? Constantly torturing your coworkers and students with tickling. I think Nanami would agree that’s pretty mean.”

Satoru squirmed as he felt Suguru’s hair brushing against his neck, he had successfully blocked the feeling for a moment by bringing his hands up and covering his neck, but more shadow tendrils shot up from the dark depths below and locked around his wrists hoisting them above his head, mirroring Suguru’s position. 

“Uh-uh, none of that.” Megumi chuckled, his hands making a few different shapes to prompt the shadows.

The shadows morphed, rippling almost imperceptibly. The tickling had lightened on Satoru for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, but not enough to allow him enough focus to summon his own domain to break free. Some of the shadows even reached up to Satoru’s face, removing his blindfold and letting it fall in the inky abyss. Now with his blindfold gone, Megumi can see Satoru’s hysteria more clearly.

He wasn’t done yet, not in the slightest. In fact, he was just getting started. After all, he had years to get back at them for, and he hadn’t even started on Suguru yet.

Speaking of, he should really change that, shouldn’t he? “Geto, don’t think I forgot about you.” He called out to the long haired teacher, a note of playful menacing in his voice.

Suguru froze when he felt the shadows shift, in the next instance, it felt like feathers were brushing against his sides and ribs agonizingly slowly. He flinched violently at the feeling, gasping. “W-What the… feathers??” His breath hitched as the dark haired sorcerer started to squirm against Satoru’s back.

“Sort of. I can change their texture to whatever I want.” Megumi answered with a devious grin.

The ravenette threw his head back, knocking against Satoru’s shoulder as he closed his jaw and tightly shut his eyes, forcing back the laughter that bubbled up. His whole body was now shaking with restrained laughter, not wanting to give Megumi the satisfaction of folding. That was his job after all.

“Hehehey, watch it! You ahahalmost concussed me!” Satoru giggled, then yelped when the tendrils tickled under his arms which also adapted to that feather texture. “Nohohohoho! Nohohoho feathers!”

“Y-You have to have a brain… in order to be concussed…” Suguru muttered, holding his breath as he tried anything in his power not to give in. However his involuntarily twitching and tugging at the tendrils suggested he was close to breaking. 

“Thahahahahts mehehehehean! Behehehe nice to mehehehe!” Satoru whined between laughs, his pretty blue eyes crinkling at the corners with laughter.

The long haired teacher squirmed and wriggled, trying to pull free as the feathers slowly traced trails up his sides, slowly passing over each rib. “D-Don’t you dare… M-Megumi Fushiguro, I swear to god… don’t even think about it!” Suguru warned. Well, tried to warn given his voice was shaking with false threats. 

“Don’t think about what?” Megumi asked, feigning innocence as he slowly directed the tendrils up higher and higher. “I’m not doing anything.” He said innocently despite the smirk plastered on his face saying otherwise.

“I-I mean it…” Suguru tugged sharply at his arms, his tone becoming less threat filled and more desperate as the feathery tendrils slowly crept closer and closer to his armpits. “Dohon’t do it!” Suguru warned again yet it came out as a plea rather than a command. 

“Oh? Was that a laugh?” The emo boi teased, his smirk turning into a devious grin at the sight of the calm and collected Suguru Geto flailing and twitching. He watched as his lips slowly twitched into a shaky smile. In a way it was therapeutic to see Suguru crumble when given a taste of his own medicine. A consequence to his actions. 

At this point Megumi knew he wouldn’t get away from this unscathed once both teachers recovered from the onslaught. So he was going to make every single solitary second worth the guaranteed punishment he will suffer in the future.

“Here, let me help you… sensei~” Megumi purred with playful mockery.

The tendrils reached their target, tracing gentle and teasing shapes along his underarms, making him finally crack.

“Pffffff—” Suguru gasped, then burst out laughing hysterically, yanking at his arms to try to free himself, but the shadows didn’t budge. Not even an inch. “Ahahahahahahahah! Mehehehehegumi knock it ohohohoff!” His smooth laughter echoed throughout the domain like a melody.

The sound of Suguru’s laughter also prompted Satoru to laugh more, his laugh was always contagious to the six eyes user. “Suhuhuhuguru, stop lahahaughing you’re making it wohohohorse!”

“You thihihihihink I have any cohohohontrol over this!?” The ravenette complained through his laughter, he tried squirming from side to side but it didn’t work either. He couldn’t shake the feathers no matter what he did.

Megumi laughed at the sight of his teachers reduced to two yin yang, bickering, laughing little messes. It was quite the sight, seeing both his teachers at his mercy for once. “How’s It feel? To be at someone else’s mercy?”

Before either manchild could protest or complain about it any further, the shadows shifted again… and shit got real.

Satoru was the first to experience it, because of course surprise adoption dad was. Megumi wasn’t a fool, he needed to keep Satoru incapacitated so he didn’t decide he'd had enough and break through his domain.

More tendrils attacked him, a pair that felt like feathers stroking up and down his ribcage, a pair that felt like fingers wiggling around his armpits, tendrils poking and prodding at the backs of his knees and hips, another pair of tendrils squeezing at his thighs… and WORST OF ALL; a pair of tendrils that felt like brushes scrubbing at his soles. When the hell did they even get in his shoes in the first place?!

Satoru lost his ever loving mind. Letting out an unholy screech as he jolted and jerked at the tendrils keeping him still, he struggled so hard he actually moved… an inch.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MEGUMIHIHIHIHIHIHI! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The unseasoned snow cone was absolutely hysterical, his laughter easily drowning out the sound of Suguru’s laughter. Satoru’s hysterics were like music to Megumi’s ears. 

“Oh, you can still say my name? Clearly my shadows aren’t tickling enough if you still have the capacity to think.” Megumi hummed thoughtfully, considering his options.

The teen had an idea… a diabolical idea. 

Outside the domain, Nanami and Yuji were just chatting amongst themselves, neither one really wanting anything to do with whatever fresh hell was going on in there.

One of Megumi’s Shikigami dogs jumped out of the domain, sitting on the floor directly in front of the two. It barked, then panted as it stared up at Nanami.

“Hm?” Nanami looked over at the fluffy demon dog, while Yuji got excited and cooed over it.

“Aah! It’s one of his demon dogs! Hey little buddy!” The pinkette cooed, kneeling down and giving the good boi scritches.

The dog panted in content then barked up at Nanami. The blond teacher tilted his head curiously. “What? Why are you barking at me?”

“I think he wants you to go in there.” Yuji suggested, still not slowing down his pets or scritches.

“Oh hell no, I don’t want to be involved in whatever is going on– ack, hey!” Nanami’s protests were cut off by the demon dog biting his sleeve and dragging him back into the domain with him.

The blond stumbled into the shadow pool as the dog released him and turned to Megumi for head pats, which he supplied. “Good boy.”

Kento covered his ears when Satoru’s piercing loud laughter reached him. “Why did you make your dog bring me here? It’s obnoxiously loud.” He complained, looking at the black haired teen who just looked back at him with an evil grin which was uncharacteristic of Megumi given his more mellowed out nature.

“I need you to ratio Gojo.” Megumi announced, purposely being loud enough for the two teachers to hear him while pointing at the bound menaces. 

Nanami blinked, then looked over at the two menaces to society getting the life tickled out of them, then looked back at Megumi. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, I wanna see if I can make Gojo short circuit.” Megumi grinned.

Admittedly, Satoru and Suguru have not only brought this on themselves from years of being gremlins, but for wrecking him earlier. Besides… how could he say no to Megumi? The bean never acts out or asks for help with anything…

“Alright. Where do you want it?” Nanami asked, his eyes flashing green as he looked over at Satoru.

“How many spots can you ratio at once?” The teen asked casually, maybe a bit too casually given the turmoil he was about to inflict.

“... Two.” The blond said slowly, glancing back at Megumi.

Megumi paused to ponder it, then nodded decidedly. “Both feet. All over, preferably. Gives my shadows more nerve endings to work at.”

Kento wasn’t sure if he was disturbed, or proud of Megumi for plotting this out. He landed on the latter since it was aimed towards Satoru and Suguru… but also made a mental note not to piss the teen off in the future. With a sigh, the blonde sorcerer went over to the laughing Satoru and leaned down. His hands reached out towards his feet and rested his hands over the tops of them through the inky black liquid. His eyes glowed green for a second which indicated the activation of his technique. “Alright.” His eyes flickered, and the scream that burst from Satoru’s throat indicated that it worked. “There, it's active.”

“Thanks, you can stick around and watch if you want. I’m sure this is gratifying for you since they constantly pick on you.” Megumi chuckled, moving his hands again.

Now, not only were brushes scrubbing against his soles, but more shadows leaked into his shoes, micro tendrils that felt like feathers sawing between his toes, and another pair of tendrils that felt like paint brushes teasing his arches.

Satoru jolted violently, as though he’d been electrocuted. As if it hadn’t been bad enough for the white haired teacher, now he was ratio’d on top of it all.

The poor man wasn’t even laughing anymore, just shaking uncontrollably with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth twisted into a wide open grin as his body shook with unrestrained silent laughter.

“Sahahahahatoru?? Ahahahare you ahahahalive over thehehehere?” Suguru asked through his own fit of laughter, Satoru responded by slowly shaking his head no and gently resting it back against Suguru’s shoulder, his body so wracked with laughter that he couldn’t force any sudden movements anymore. Geto started to grow concerned given how much Satoru was writhing and screaming. A sense of dread started to build up in the pit of his stomach knowing he could be given the same treatment any time.

“Feeling a little left out, Geto?” Megumi teased the black haired teacher. 

Megumi wasted no time and sauntered over to the ravenette who was still giggling softly… For now that is. The young man had stopped in front of Suguru and smirked knowing he could make him suffer just like Satoru anytime he wanted.

But where’s the fun in that? Suguru was always the teasy, evil little fucker after all. Outright destroying him would be too merciful. Instead, Megumi reached out and started to poke and prod Geto’s midriff in a more curious manner. Suguru just yelped and giggled helplessly while Satoru, who was shrieking with hysterics not even Suguru knew was possible, was thrashing around trying to ease the sensations to no avail. 

“This is the consequences of your actions…” Megumi said simply with a smirk plastered on his face still. He was enjoying building the suspense and could start to see why Suguru did it to everyone. 

“Y-ohohohou better s…stohohop!” Suguru tried to demand through his bubbly giggles yet the shadow user showed no signs of stopping. Suddenly Megumi dug his fingers into Suguru’s stomach. His dull nails softly scratching at the older sorcerer’s midriff persistently. “This is fun…I can see why you two love messing with people.” Megumi admitted, now trailing his fingers up and down Suguru’s ribs which made him jerk and try to shuffle away but to no avail. 

“Though…It doesn’t mean you're safe from the consequences, sensei~” Megumi purred, now enjoying this sudden power trip. With a subtle hand gesture, Suguru could start to feel the tendrils creep up his body. Not in a rapid manner but more of a slow crawl. The tendrils started to spread out with some reaching around to give a few flicks against his neck, a couple pokes on his ribs, and maybe a few knee squeezes here and there. 

All Suguru could do was try to not give in more than he already has. Yet with how his husband behind him was screeching and thrashing around like a crocodile in a death roll, it was a battle he lost already. Should Suguru try and plead just to not end up like Satoru or will he stubbornly keep his dignity? 

Suguru swallowed and gave Megumi a look that practically told him to do his worst. In response Megumi just chuckled. “If you insist, sensei~” The young man replied and took a few steps back, weaving a few hand signs to command the shadows to WRECK the curse manipulator. 

With the new command set in its place, the tendrils began to get to work. They writhed into different shapes and textures to mimic what they were doing to Satoru. 

A few tendrils shaped themselves into feathers that fluttered over Suguru’s neck and shoulders. “F-Fahahahak!” He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise from the sudden sensation.

Some tendrils were shaped like fingers that poked and prodded each rib one by one, as if counting them. “N-NOHohoho!”

Some morphed into what could only be thin brush tips that danced across his stomach and dipped into his navel. But worst of all? There were at least ten small sized tendrils that had morphed into what look like tiny clawed hands that scratched and squished at the lower stomach. This is when Suguru lost it. He threw  his head back and shrieked with laughter. “S-STOHOHOHOHP! I-I’M SORREHEHEHE!” 

“NOW you’re sorry for tickling me, now that I'm giving you a taste of the torment you and Satoru put me through?” Megumi asked and raised his eyebrow. But he can see it in Suguru’s violet eyes. His face was red and his laughter was starting to sound like a tea kettle as tears of mirth were building up in the corners of his eyes. 

Satoru however? Gone. By this point he wasn’t laughing and was just shrieking. For once it was his mind that was utterly overwhelmed. His body convulsed against the tendrils assaulting his body with tickles, his face a new shade of crimson while tears freely streamed down his cheeks. 

With a sigh Megumi reluctantly started to call off the ticklish assault to bring them both off hysterics slowly. He didn’t want to kill them after all. Soon the tendrils lay both teachers down on the floor before dismissing his domain entirely. Suguru was just panting and trying to catch his breath. Satoru however was trying to stop himself from giggling. The white haired sorcerer just clutched his sides and rolled over in a fetal position. His cerulean eyes hazed over with tears but also looking up at Megumi who stood over him with a satisfied grin. 

“Jeez Megumi, you were in there for almost three hours!” Yuji said as he pulled out his phone to check the time. 

“I-It felt like it…” Suguru huffed out from his position on the floor as his hands rested on his lower stomach. 

“I’m almost scared to ask what you did…” Yuji mumbled as his brown eyes looked at Suguru’s and Satoru’s disheveled state. Nanami just shrugged. “Those two idiots deserved it.” He said simply before walking out of the classroom, likely having paperwork to do.

“They did and it was worth it.” Megumi stated with a grin before turning his back to his two teacher’s, now in a rather chipper mood. “Yuji… How about we get some pizza?’

At the mention of food, Yuji beamed. “Really?! Sure! But you’re paying! I spent all my money.” Yuji said a bit sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. Megumi just nodded, a silent agreement that he is willing to pay for both of them as they both made their way out the classroom.

However…Satoru and Suguru watched as the two were left in the classroom alone to collect themselves. Suguru’s eyes narrowed, already devising his revenge. And Satoru? Satoru was already planning his demise later on as his cursed energy flickered softly like a small flame.

"Don't you dare laugh."

In his defense, Gojo really did try to hold back. But how much could he really hold back when the first thing he saw upon walking into the training room was Geto halfway through a wall?

"Satrou, it's not funny." Suguru grumbled, words just about audible over the sound of Gojo's hysteric laughter.

"Ohoho my gohod- h-how the hell have you managed to pull this one off, Suguru? Did Shoko catch you trying to take a cigarette out of her bag or something?" The eldest had to wipe away the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. Suguru went limp with humiliation.

"No..." He huffed, legs dangling in Gojo's face. If the white-haired teen were able to see his face, he would see the bright, burning blush taking over his features, from the top of his ears all the way to his neck. "I was just doing some basic training with my curses; I wasn't paying attention and next thing you know- I'm like this."

"And how long have you been like this, pray tell?" There was a pause.

"...Like fifteen minutes."

Gojo's laughter renewed tenfold. The concept of seeing his rational, usually level-headed best friend split halfway through a way, legs spewing out behind him and kicking in a desperate attempt to push himself out. "Well, don't just stand there, Satoru, help me out!" He yelled. It took another few minutes before the elder could compose himself enough to think of a proper way to get his friend out.

He moved closer, thoroughly inspecting this particular predicament, and began prodding around for a solution. "I don't know, Sugu, you seem to be stuck pretty tight. I may need to call Nanami or Haibara to come and help. Maybe even Yaga." Geto paled at the thought.

"No, do not let anyone else see me like this. This is humiliating enough. Just- if you can just pull me out from that side, I can probably wiggle myself out from this end."

Gojo let out a smug huff of laughter and began positioning himself behind Geto. He gripped onto the back of his thighs, slightly enjoying the way the other squirmed at the touch. "You know, if you wanted to get me behind you, you could have just asked."

Satoru Bastard Gojo.

"Shut your mouth and get me out of this." Geto snapped, followed by a half-hearted attempt at kicking Gojo.

"Alright, alright, don't get pissy."

Satoru's fingers flexed around Suguru, making sure he didn't slip out of his grip before giving an experimental tug. The latter grunted through the wall but otherwise didn't budge. They kept this up for a few more tries, Gojo pulling and Geto trying to create enough momentum to push himself out, but to no avail. Gojo shifted his hand on his last attempt, trying to get a hold on Suguru's ankles, but before he could begin to make another move, the dark-haired male yanked his leg back with vigor. Satoru blinked, concern glazing over his features.

"You alright there, Sugu? That didn't hurt, did it?"

"Uh…no, no, I'm fine. You just grabbed me weirdly. Try again."

Gojo waited tentatively for a moment, waiting for any more signs of discomfort, before carefully taking Suguru's ankle back into his hand. Geto pursed his lips behind the wall, trying to contain any noises that might slip. When nothing happened, Suguru began to unclench his body.

"Satoru, what are you waiting f- gah!"

A yelp was ripped out of his throat the second he felt a finger swipe up the socked sole of his foot. Behind the wall, he could hear a devilish chuckle, and his heart sank.

"Suguru~ I almost forgot how ticklish you were." Satoru cooed. Geto let out a shaky breath in panic, feeling his face begin to burn all over. "You didn't think you'd be able to sneak that past my Six Eyes, did you?"

"Satoru, whatever you're thinking right now, cut it out."

"Yeah?" Suguru heard shuffling through the wall again. "And what could I possibly be thinking right now?"

There was a beat. Then another.

Geto held his breath in waiting, though the wait wasn't long.

Five nimble fingers raked down his sole, nails grazing against every bit of skin and setting his nerves ablaze. Suguru lurched forwards as far as his body would allow and let out a choked guffaw. Just when he thought it would end, Satoru's nails returned with fervor, scribbling up and down the length of his arch. Desperate giggles started tumbling out of his mouth in rapid succession, laughter flowing out faster than he could bite it back.

"Nahahaha- Sahatoruhuhu! Lehet gohohoho!" He cried, kicking aimlessly again. Gojo snickered.

"What's the matter, Suguru? It can't possibly be that bad."

His fingers scratched continually, drawing all sorts of laughter out of his best friend's mouth. The youngest let out a high pitched squeal when Gojo's fingers ghosted at the balls of his feet, just under his toes. "HAh! S-Sahahahto- Nohohohoho plehehase." He pleaded desperately. "Ihihihi hahahate yohou. Bahahahahastard!"

"Begging already? Oh, Sugu, aren't you so grateful that I'm the one that knows about this and not some big, evil ccurse? Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be if someone used this against you?"

"Lihihike what yohou're dohohohohoing right nohow- ACK! No! Stahahahap ihihit- gehehehet ohohout ohof thehere!"

His thrashing increased when he felt Satoru begin walking two fingers past his ankle and nuzzled them into the pit of his knees. When Geto gets out of this, he is going to kill Gojo.

"Oho, what's this? You're just full of sweet spots, aren't you, Suguru?" Every word was coated with a teasing lilt that sent a sickening feeling straight to Suguru's stomach.

Satoru's fingers fluttered delicately over the fabric of Suguru's pants, which offered no protection or leniency when it came to the sensation. The spontaneity of his fingers paired with the fact that Geto was practically blinded by the wall, all meant that his sensitivity was heightened to a maddening degree. Every touch, tap, and tickle felt worse than the last. His laughter was becoming wheezy, deep belly laughs broken up by crackles and squeaks, the likes of which would surprise anyone, considering they were coming from Suguru. He pounded his arms against the wall, trying to summon whatever cursed energy he could muster.

"I can feel your cursed energy, Suguru. Are you trying to summon a curse on me, hm?" Satoru taunted. He switched to squeezing all over the other's trembling knees. "Are you going to bring your big dragon out to play too? Well, c'mon then, don't leave me waiting. If you want to stop me, summon something."

Suguru was going to kill him.

"Ihihihihi cahahahn't." He admitted in defeat. "Sahahahatoruhuhu- plehehe- hehehehehe! nyaha- ahaAHAhaha! I cahahan't tahake ihihit!" His begging became more desperate, thrashing an egregious amount.

Unbeknownst to the two, the plaster around the wall started to chip and creak, being pushed to the brink by Geto's movements.

"Well, how do you expect us to be the strongest duo if one of us can't even handle a little friendly tickling? Seems pretty pathetic if you ask me, Sugu." Gojo's hands trickled higher. He kneaded his friend's thighs and watched with a Cheshire grin as the latter fell apart. "This must be humiliating for you, huh? Just a little squeeze here-" he enunciated his point by squeezing the limb, far too close to his hip. "-and you're a giggling mess in my hands. Seeing you like this is making it very hard for me to stop."

Suguru honest to god whined, the sound escaped deep from his throat and was quickly drowned out by guttural laughter. "Stohohohohop- ihihihi- snrk! Ihihihi'm gohonna dihihe! Plehehe- Woah!"

Without any further warning, the wall around Suguru crashed open, not being able to handle the pressure, and he came tumbling out. The dark haired boy lay on the floor groaning through the last of his giggles. Peering his eyes open, he was greeted with Satoru looming over him with a shit-eating grin etched on his face.

"Yohou are an ahasshole." Suguru said, swallowing thickly around the last of his laughter. Satoru knelt down while snickering.

"You've really done it now, giggles. Yaga is going to kill us when he gets a look at that hole in the wall."

"Not if I kill you first."

"Wait, Suguru- No!"

Satoru leapt up and darted out of the room, with Suguru hot on his tail. And if minutes later, the school's curse alarm began ringing, Geto would say it was absolutely deserved.

Gojo was always one to take a joke too far. Whether it was his ridiculous sunglasses or his offbeat commentary, he had a knack for drawing laughs - or groans, depending on who you asked. And today, he was in rare form.

“So, Geto, what did the sea say to the beach?” Gojo asked with a smirk.

Geto sighed, glancing over his book. “I’m assuming you’ll tell me, whether I want to hear it or not.”

Gojo’s grin widened. “Nothing! It just waved!” He threw his head back, laughing at his own punchline.

Geto’s face remained deadpan. “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”

“Oh, come on!” Gojo nudged him, clearly dissatisfied with Geto’s lack of enthusiasm. “Admit it, that was funny.”

“About as funny as a root canal,” Geto replied dryly.

Undeterred, Gojo leaned in close, an idea flashing across his face. “Alright, tough crowd. Maybe you’re just too serious to understand good humor.” His fingers began to wriggle in the air as he moved closer.

Geto arched an eyebrow. “Gojo, don’t you dare-”

But before he could finish, Gojo’s hands were at his sides, fingers prodding at his ribs. “Let’s see if I can crack a smile out of ya!”

Geto squirmed as he felt the tickling start. He tried to bat Gojo’s hands away, but Gojo was annoyingly persistent. A small laugh escaped Geto’s lips, and Gojo pounced on it.

“Ah! There it is! So you do have a sense of humor!” Gojo exclaimed triumphantly, his fingers digging into Geto’s ribs a little more energetically.

“Stohop! G-Gojo!” Geto’s attempts at staying stoic crumbled as Gojo tickled mercilessly, laughing even harder himself.

“Oh no, I think I finally found the secret weapon!” Gojo laughed. “The almighty Geto…taken down by tickles!”

Geto finally broke, his laughter filling the room. “Nahahahaha!! Okay! Okhahahay, it was…s-sort of funny! Just stohohop!”

Gojo relented, grinning down at him, satisfied. “See? It’s good to laugh a little. Who knew I’d have to resort to drastic measures to get a chuckle out of you?”

Geto sighed, still catching his breath. “Next time, try a better joke.”

“No, im fine.” You say, replying to his question as you walk into the classroom to get some papers you had left behind earlier.

He silently watched you go over to your desk. His eyes roaming over you, checking if you were really fine until you came back with the papers in hand.

He pushed his chair back a little, leaning back so he could properly look at you. He was looking at you like a hawk, analyzing you for any little bruise, any little cut.

"Sure you are. You certainly don't look fine." He teased a little, a smirk growing on his face, even though he didn’t see any visible marks.

“Yes, Su, im fine.” You say with an annoyed tone, rolling your eyes lightly. You called your older brother Su, which he hated a little but that’s exactly why you use that nickname.

Another smirk appeared on his face when he heard your annoyed tone.

“You don't sound like it either." He stated, standing up from his seat and moving towards you.

"Let me see." He added, now standing in front of you.

He was still much taller than you even though you're not a small person yourself. He grabs your chin with one hand, gently turning your head from side to side as he closely checked your face and neck for any injury.

You don’t protest, there is no point in doing so. You just sigh and stand there. Aside from your usual scar there were no visible wounds.

His eyes followed every movement, taking in your every expression. Satisfied that there was no serious injury on your face and neck, he let go and continued to look over the rest of your body.

He quickly took a hold on one of your hands and unrolled the sleeve to your shoulder, checking your arms for any injuries. He even turned your hand around a few times, checking your palm as well.

You sigh heavily. “Su, I. Am. Fine.” You say as he keeps checking. He can be a little too overprotective sometimes.

"If you'd be fine then you wouldn’t mind me checking." He mumbled and let go of your hand.

"Lift up your shirt." He stated as he crossed his arms.

“Really?” You ask in an annoyed tone.

"Yes, really. I need to check your torso. Don't be difficult now." He replied and put his hands on his hips. There was no room to argue with Geto. He was dead serious about your injuries and knew you tend to be too stubborn for your own good sometimes.

You groan and mumble something under your breath before lifting up your oversize t-shirt, exposing your torso up to your ribs.

He’s such a drama queen, you thought to yourself.

He gave you a light smack against the head for mumbling something and took another look over your body.

He saw the few bruises and cuts on your sides and stomach, inspecting them closely. He gently pressed his fingers against some of the worse looking ones, a concentrated look on his face.

You flinch a little, though it didn’t hurt.

He noticed your flinch and hummed, his gaze now directed at you, studying your facial expression. He carefully poked your stomach again, this time on purpose, seeing another flinch.

"Stop flinching." He said, rolling his eyes. His fingers gently traced over a couple of your injuries, making sure you weren’t seriously hurt from the mission. You do tend to hide your injuries.

You groan. “Ugh, Geto im fine! It tickles.” You say as you push his hand away and let go of your shirt, letting it fall back down.

He lets out a sigh and crosses his arms again. A small smile on his face as he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Sure, sure." He replies, not wanting to argue over this anymore. He's at least satisfied that there are no major injuries he has to worry about.

"You should really be more careful though. You can't just get yourself in a position where you're hurt so easily. You should have more experience in battle by now." He says, referring to the little cuts and blueish purple bumps on your ribs and sides.

“I dont get hurt easily, this was just a special case. And even so its just a few bumps, im not a child.” You say, annoyed at your brother for worrying all the time like you’re some little kid.

He raises an eyebrow, now annoyed at your response. He takes a step forward, almost towering over you now.

"I know you're not a child. In fact, you're almost an adult now. But you're still my little sister. I'll worry as much as I want."

He placed a hand on the top of your head, gently ruffling your hair. He never failed to take a moment to tease and or annoy you.

You just sigh lightly, “Okay okay.” as you push his hand away.

"I better not see you with any serious injuries that you try to hide any time soon, got it?" He says with a still teasing but serious voice.

You just nod with a displeased look on your face.

"I'm serious, you know. You can't always rush into battle without thinking. You're an excellent sorcerer, but you need to be more careful." He says, now lecturing you.

“Whats the point? As long as i get the job done who cares if ive got a few bruises?” You retort, pointing your finger at the old scar on your face. “Plus they look cool.”

He lets out a sigh of disappointment and lightly smacks you upside the head again. He still didn't like it when you were being so reckless. After all, you were an important part of his life and he cared about you deeply.

"You don't need "cool" scars. Stop being so careless and stubborn. One day you'll seriously get injured badly and it could have been avoided." He says as he points his finger at you, like scolding a misbehaving child.

You groan lightly. “Okay okay, jeez.” You say annoyed, with a hint of sarcasm.

His eye twitched slightly at your tone, clearly irritated by your attitude, yet he chose to give you the benefit of the doubt this time and simply rolled his eyes in response.

"Watch your tone, kid." He said and ruffled your hair again, just to get on your nerves some more.

Even though he is teasing, you notice hes acting a little strange. “Whats the matter? Youre more serious than usual.” You say with a complimentary poke to his side.

He flinched a bit when you poked him, more from surprise than anything else. He quickly regained his composure and gave you a small glare. He wasn't really upset, more annoyed at your behavior.

"I'm always serious. You're the one who doesn't take things seriously." He stated and poked your side in return.

You flinched a tiny bit at the retaliatory poke, a small smile spreading on your lips involuntarily. “I do take things seriously, but you’re just too serious.”

He tilts his head slightly and raises an eyebrow, noticing the small smile on your face. He knew you couldn't resist a small playful fight.

You look at him for a second, something is definitely wrong. “You ok?”

He paused for a moment, realizing your genuine concern. "I'm fine." He assured you, though there was a hint of something more in his tone.

You take a seat on one of the classroom tables that was right behind you. Looking at him for a second, the little smile on your face disappearing as fast as it showed up. “You haven’t been sleeping.”

His expression darkened a little at your remark. Of course you would notice that, you always had a habit of reading him a bit too well at times, even as a kid.

"What makes you so sure about that?" He asked, the smirk on his face also fading, replaced by a somewhat troubled expression. He was avoiding your gaze and tried to stay casual.

“Intuition… also maybe the circles under your eyes.” You say as you point at him.

He lets out a small sigh and rubs a hand over his face, knowing that you caught on to him so quickly. It was sometimes irritating when you knew him so damn well, it was almost impossible to lie.

"Right..." He muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated at your observation skills.

He leans against the desk, facing you. He tries to keep his usual neutral expression, but the tiredness was still evident.

“You’ve been going on too many missions, haven’t you?” You lean forward a little.

“You. Shouldn’t. Push. Yourself. So. Damn. Much.” With each word you deliver a poke to his side and stomach, to get the message across.

You are trying to lighten the mood a little, even though it’s normally you thats all pouty.

He flinched at each poke, almost wincing as he tried not to laugh.

It was unexpected to see you so serious about something like this, even if you try to cover it up by being playful and annoying.

He couldn’t help a smile appearing on his face.

"Easy, easy. I know, I know." He said and gently grabbed your wrists to stop you from poking him any longer.

You cease your playful attack. Smiling lightly at him. “You really need to learn when to take a break.”

He huffed slightly, still holding onto your wrist.

"I could say the same about you. Rushing into battle like you're invincible." He says in a slightly lecturing tone, but there was a hint of care there as well.

“Touché.” You say with a slight smile, cocking your head to the side ever so slightly.

“Y’know it’s normally me lecturing you, not the other way around.” He says with an amused smile.

“I guess its a nice change of pace.” You shrug.

He chuckles, nodding in agreement.

He looks down at you for a moment, his eyes studying your expression. A sly smirk formed on his face as he had an amusing idea pop into his head.

"But you know what else would be a nice change of pace?" He says, a mischievous spark glistening in his eyes.

“What?” You ask, genuinely oblivious.

He smirked and tugged on your wrist lightly, making your body lean forward towards him a little.

He leaned down menacingly. Still holding your wrists in a gentle yet firm grip. He looked at you with a sly smile, his eyes scanning your face.

"Payback."

Your expression was one of confusion, when suddenly it dawned on you. Uh oh.

Without any time to waste he loosens his grip on your wrist and quickly reaches out, his hands moving to your sides and digging into your skin lightly.

I guess thats what you get for poking him.

“Wait! Su, im sorry-“ You yelp as your voice is laced with nervousness.

He smirked at your panicked voice, a hint of satisfaction in his expression. He knew you weren’t immune to tickling, and it was quite amusing to see you lose your usual composure.

"Sorry? Sorry won’t cut it now." He teased as his fingers danced around your sides.

“Hold on, Suhuhu-“ You giggle as you hit his chest lightly.

Geto loved to tickle you, sometimes just to mess with you, sometimes to make you smile or laugh, sometimes to get revenge and sometimes to stop you from sulking.

This is one of those times he’s doing it for revenge.

He chuckled as you hit his chest, enjoying the sound of your giggles, which he thought were adorable.

He loved these moments when he could make you laugh or smile, especially since you were often so serious and he had to pry a little to get a reaction out of you.

"You brought this upon yourself," He teases with a smirk on his face, his fingers digging into the sensitive spots on your sides.

“Naha! Shihihit.” You shook your head as uncontrollable giggles poured out of you.

Honestly, you don’t mind this. You love roughhousing with your older brother.

Especially if this will help him to get his mind off of whatever he is dealing with.

Geto loved these moments as well, these lighthearted moments where you acted childish and let your guard down.

It reminds him that despite everything, you were still just a teenager and not always a tough, serious sorcerer.

He continued the tickling for a few more moments, relishing in your giggles and the sight of you losing your composure.

Finally, he stopped and chuckled, watching you with a fond expression.

"Had enough yet?" He asks, his hands still resting on your sides.

“Fuhuck you.” You retort, giggles still apparent in your voice.

He chuckles again at your response, amused by your continued giggling.

"Language, young lady." He chided you almost absentmindedly, though there was no real heat behind his words.

He then tightened his grip on your sides again. "You still haven’t apologized for all the poking, you know."

Your body tensed up when his fingers dug into your sides, even if he wasn’t actively moving them.

“Apologize? For what? I was just trying to make you feel better.” You say with a huff.

He rolls his eyes at your response, clearly not buying it. He raised an eyebrow and gave you a look that said, "Really?"

"You were just trying to make me feel better, huh? By annoying me and poking my sides like I do to you?" He asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

He then started moving his fingers very slowly on your sides, not really doing much but just enough to tingle.

You flinched, a small smile spreading on your lips again.

“I don’t need to explain my thought process to you.” You say, a few faint giggles escaping here and there as you speak.

He noticed the smile and small giggles. He chuckled at your response, rolling his eyes again.

"Oh, really? Don’t feel like sharing with your dear older brother, huh?"

He continued to slowly move his fingers over your sides, slowly starting to climb up your sides towards your ribs.

He knows exactly what he is doing. Slowly inching closer to the spot where your sides meet your ribs.

Your voice grew a little more panicked.

“I-I mean, i dont know, i- Getoooo.” You whined his name, he knows you cant think straight right now.

He smirks at your panic, enjoying every second of it.

He knew that you struggled to think straight when he starts tickling you, and he loved it.

He continued to slowly move his fingers further up your sides, getting closer and closer to that specific spot, knowing that this is what was making you panic.

"You don’t know? Or do you just not want to tell me?" He teases.

You glared at him, knowing he was doing this on purpose. “Geto, please. Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled at your glare, clearly amused by your attempts to intimidate him.

He knew you were flustered and struggling to think straight, and he was milking it for all it was worth.

"What’s that? Don’t I dare to what?" He asks, feigning innocence, although his fingers were still steadily moving up your sides.

“Tickle me.” You answer his question.

As soon as that sentence escaped your lips, you knew you fucked up.

"Hm. You want me to tickle you? Well, I guess I have to then." He swiftly darted his fingers to that dreaded spot and started tickling you mercilessly.

That spot always breaks you, he knows it and he loves it.

“Wait thATS NOT WHAT I MEANT S- NAHAHA!!” You fell right into his trap, that bastard.

You let out full on belly laughter, shaking your head and squirming as you started hitting his chest again. Not like you have much strength left right now.

You just gave him exactly what he wanted, relishing in the sound of your full belly laughter.

You hitting his chest didn’t do much.

"Oh, but it is, you just said it, didn’t you~?" He teased, smiling as he continued the tickle-attack on that specific spot.

“YOHOU KNOHOHOW DAMN WELL THATS NOHOT WHAT I MEHEHEANT!!! SHIHIHIT!!” You squeeze your eyes shut, laughing your head off.

He laughs as well, finding your frustration and panic amusing.

He loved these moments where he could make you lose your composure and act more like a teenager your age.

"Oh, but you should have been more specific then~" He teases, grinning as he continues his attack.

You grab onto his wrists, not having any strength to push them away.

“PL-PLEHEHEASE!! IM SORRY! IM SORRYHYHYYY!!” You throw your head back, failing to stop the laughter from escaping.

"Oh, so you’re sorry now, are you?" He says, amusement in his voice.

With a hearty laugh he finally relented and stopped the tickling, leaving you panting and trying to catch your breath.

You groan as you take big gulps of air.

You breathe heavily. “Y-Youre a bastard you know that?” You say, as a few stray giggles still escape your lips.

He chuckles at your comment, a smug smirk on his face as he watches you trying to catch your breath.

"Guilty as charged." He responds, chuckling again before his expression softens a little.

You sigh dramatically. That tired you out.

“Now im tired, thanks a lot.” You say sarcastically, a small smile still lingering on your lips.

"Aww, is that right? Feeling tired now, are you?" He says in a slightly mocking tone, yet his voice is soft.

The smile on his face grows slightly as he continues. "Well, maybe you shouldn’t have poked me in the first place."

“Maybe i shouldn’t have.” You groan lightly.

You meet his gaze, seeing the smile on his face. “Did that help?”

"Hm? Help with what?" He asks, confused.

“Take your mind off of stuff.” You say tiredly.

He smiles faintly at your response, appreciating your concern for him.

He knew that he had a lot on his mind these days, more than usual, and that you could sense that something was bothering him.

He doesn’t answer right away. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Yeah. It helped. A little." He says softly, bringing his hand up to lightly brush the now messy hair out of your face.

“Well im glad my pain and suffering helped you only a little.” You said sarcastically but with a tired tone, you could fall asleep right here and now.

He chuckles, shaking his head lightly.

You sigh as you stand up, grab the papers you had originally came here for from another desk you had placed them on.

He watches as you get up and grab the papers from the other desk, noticing the tiredness in your movements.

“I think im gonna go sleep for a day or two now.” You say in a groggy voice.

"A day or two, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep that long before." He says in a lighthearted tone.

“Well you’re about to.” You give him a small smile, as you turn to leave.

Before you exit the classroom you turn your head back to look at him.

“But really… learn how to take a break, dumbass.” You shake your head lightly as you step out and close the door behind you.

He chuckles softly as you call him a dumbass and tell him to take a break.

He knows he’s been pushing himself too hard, but he also knows that you worry about him just like he worries about you.

He stands there in the empty classroom, watching as you close the door behind you. He lets out a soft exhale and smiles fondly to himself.

"Yeah. Yeah, alright." He mutters softly.

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—

“Tell him to leave me alone!!” Suguru yelped, narrowly avoiding Satoru’s lunging attempt to grab him.

“Tell him to accept his ticklish fate!” Satoru shot back, the two running around a picnic table, one would dart one way, and the other would dart the other.

Shoko let out a long, suffering sigh. “You’re acting like children, Satoru, quit torturing him… and Suguru… just accept his affection, give him some headpat’s or something, he’ll forget about tickling you… probably.”

“As tempting as that is…” Satoru grinned, then dove across the picnic table at Suguru. “NOTHING CAN MAKE ME FORGET ABOUT YOUR BIRTHDAY TICKLES!”

Suguru shrieked, diving to the side to avoid him yet again. He scrambled to his feet, beelining for the safety of the school… only to get sent tumbling to the ground thanks to Shoko extending her leg out and tripping him.

He looked up at her in betrayal, but didn’t have time to complain before Satoru was pouncing on top of him, blue eyes glimmering devilishly behind his blindfold. “Gotcha!!”

“Shoko, you traitor!!”

“Sorry, I can’t handle you idiots running around while I’m trying to study for my recertification…” Shoko mumbled, not bothering to look up from her textbooks. “Just get it over with and you’ll get to the cuddles and snacks sooner.”

“Satoru, this is a dumb tradition!” Suguru complained, catching his hands and trying to hold them away from him.

Satoru grinned. 

Every year since they were second years, he’s hunted Suguru down and tickled him silly, then proceeded to shower him in cuddles and affection, followed by his favorite snacks.

No matter how hard Suguru tried to get away, no matter how hard he tried to hide… he could never escape tradition.

“C’monnn, don’t be a brat about it… everyone gets birthday tickles from me, you just get the extra cuddles and snacks~” Satoru teased, ripping his hands free to immediately start squeezing at his waist.

“You’re suhuhuhuch an ass!” Suguru whined between giggles, squirming.

“It’s true though.” Shoko hummed.

“That I’m an ass??” Satoru gasped in mock offense.

“Well, yes, that.” Nanami spoke up from his spot next to Shoko. “But also that this tradition is dumb.”

“I wihihihihish you didn’t know my bihihihirthday! You’re sohohoho mehehehean!” Suguru’s whining was broken up by more giggles as Satoru’s fingers slipped under his teacher's jacket and shirt to spider along his bare skin.

The unseasoned snowcone gasped dramatically. “How could you say that?! I make sure you spend your birthday laughing, cuddled, and your favorite snacks on hand! It’s not my fault you’re crabby!”

Ah yes, Satoru Gojo, the ever innocent, ever gentle angel… he never seeks out chaos, nono… don’t be ridiculous.

“We all wish he didn’t know our birthdays…” Shoko teased, smirking as she side eyed the two gremlins. “I think Yaga had the right idea keeping his birthday a secret.”

“Nuh-uh! Because I’m gonna find it out, and then he’s gonna get eleven years worth of birthday tickles… and then some for not disclosing such crucial information!” 

“You say that every year.” Nanami pointed out, glancing up from his newspaper. 

“Yeah, and then he wrecks you.” Haibara grinned, then went back to reading over Nanami’s shoulder.

“Don’t make me come over there.” Satoru huffed, pausing as he looked down at his giggly best friend, his mock pout giving way to a bright grin as he admired how cute Suguru looked, wiggling around and kicking aimlessly. 

“Ugh… why do you have to be so cute?!” Satoru cooed as he pushed his shirt and jacket up, then leaning down and nuzzling his face against Suguru’s stomach and placing ticklish little kisses there.

Suguru yelped as his giggles quickly morphed into full fledged laughter. His face turned bright red as he shoved uselessly at his totally not boyfriend’s head. “Nahahahah! Sahahahtoru don’t! Ahahahahah!”

“Suguwuuu, let me give you kissesssss~” Satoru whined, continuing his barrage of ticklish kisses along his toned stomach.

“You’re a mehehehenace!!” Suguru complained between laughs, grasping for dear life at Satoru’s snowy hair and trying to tug his face away.

“Sugubooooo~” Satoru pouted, then planted a raspberry against his lower stomach. “Let go of my hair!”

Suguru gasped sharply and threw his head back cackling, flailing as though he’d been electrocuted. “Nahahahaha! Nahahat thahahahat! Plehehehehehease!”

Satoru grinned that shit eating grin up at him, then blew a few more against his hyper ticklish lower tummy. “What was that? Please do it more? Okay~”

“I cahahahahahan’t!” Suguru gasped out, laughing hysterically. “Ihihihits too much!”

“Well that’s just a damn shame…” Satoru pouted up at him. “Because I have twenty six more to go.” He blew another raspberry. “Tweny five…”

“TWEHEHEHENTY FIVE!?” Suguru choked out in alarm, back arching from the electrical sensations. “I’ll dihihihihie!”

“Sorry, you got a ticklish belly, you get birthday raspberries… I don't make the rules.” Gojo sighed dramatically, shaking his head in mock sympathy before blowing another raspberry on his tum. “You and Yuta should form a support group~” 

The raspberries continued until he made it to 28 in total, only then did he relent and give him a break.

Suguru was a mess by that point, tears rolling down his face, gasping desperately for air.

“Awww… was I too mean?” Satoru cooed, leaning up and nuzzling against Suguru's damp cheek.

“You're such an… a-ass.” Suguru hiccuped, a grin still forced across his features.

“What the hell did I just interrupt?” Yaga mumbled, walking over to the group reluctantly.

Suguru looked up at him, eyes still teary. “Help meeee…. He won't leave me alone…” he pouted.

“Oh, right… the tradition.” Yaga sighed, grabbing Satoru by the back of his coat, making him let out an indignant squawk as he yanked him off of the object of his mischief.

“Heyyyy, I wasn't done yetttt…” Satoru whined as he wiggled around, but Yaga held him above the ground… like a mother cat carrying their troublemaker kitten by its scruff.

“Yes you are. It's his birthday, quit torturing him.” Yaga retorted, dropping Satoru unceremoniously onto his ass in front of Nanami, who didn't hesitate to hook his long legs around Satoru to keep him from going right back over there.

“You alright, kid?” Yaga asked, his gruff tone holding gentle concern as he knelt down next to Suguru and helped him sit up.

“Yeah… thanks…” Suguru rubbed his eyes, ridding them of the remaining tears. He relaxed when he felt his totally not father rub his back gently to ease the ache in his poor lungs.

“Happy birthday, Suguru.”

Suguru grinned tiredly, then looked over at all his friends. Who were bickering with a whiny Satoru at the moment. “Thanks… they make it… interesting.”

“Interesting isn't the word i would've used but… I'm glad.” Yaga chuckled quietly, squeezing his shoulder affectionately.

Satoru perked up, eyes darting over to Yaga. “Oh old maaaan~ you wanna tell me your birthday??”

“Satoru…” Yaga let out a long tired sigh. “I would rather be forced to listen to Gakuganji play the Barney theme song on his stupid fucking guitar for five hours straight than tell you my birthday.”

Haibara choked on his soda at that, bursting out laughing at the mental image, even Nanami snorted and Shoko laughed too.

“Ooo, you're getting feisty in your old age.” Satoru laughed. “Your big age of 47 is starting to really show.”

“I'm still 46.” He retorted with a fond eye roll, then looked down at Suguru. “So… was there anything in particular you wanted for your birthday?”

Suguru hummed thoughtfully, then looked up at Satoru with a mischievous grin. “Yeah… revenge~”

“Wha? Now hold up… wait just a minute Suguru… don't even– ACK! N-Nohohoho! This isn't how it's supposed to go!! Not fahahahahair!”