Saihara ouma and amami? They’re just a fun friend group and also full of tickle potential nfjhfg
When Ouma saw Amami and Saihara sitting together on the couch that afternoon, both with a book in hand and completely at peace, he figured it was the perfect time to be a complete nuisance.
He snuck up behind the ultimate adventurer with feather light feet until his lips were right next to his ear.
"Nice porn you got there, Amami-chan," He half-yelled, expecting to take him by surprise. Amami barely flinched.
"Oh, hey Kichi," he said in a distant voice without even looking at him.
Hmph. He was no fun.
He tried his luck with the bored-looking detective to his right. He poked his head over and over again, knowing how much he hated to be interrupted while he was reading.
"Ewww, Saihara's reading tentacle smut," he said a little louder than what was appropriate.
He, too, ignored the supreme leader.
Sulking, Ouma flopped onto the floor dramatically. He crossed his arms and stuck out his lower lip, making himself look even younger than he already did. Getting ignored was so boring.
"Do you want something from us?" Amami finally asked, lowering his book for a moment so he could fix his gaze on his pouting friend.
"Your hand in marriage, your undivided attention for all eternity, and twelve trillion dollars. So, not much!" In a moment, Ouma was suddenly cuddled up in between both of them with his tiny arms stretched across both of their shoulders.
Simultaneously, they put their books on the table and gave him a look that made his stomach drop to the floor.
Those eyes... he knew what was coming next. He jumped up to run, but suddenly his arms were pinned to the couch cushions and he was barely able to move.
"Alright," Saihara said with a smirk. "You want attention, you got it."
Ouma squirmed in place.
"What should we pay attention to, Saihara?"
"Hmm... maybe how red his cheeks and ears are getting?"
Ouma tried to hide his face in his shoulder, but a sudden flurry of fingers on the side of his neck made him jerk his head to the other side. He let out a high pitched squealed, then burst into giggles as two hands tickled all over his ears.
"Aaaaahaha! DON'T!!"
"Wait, he's wearing a tank top. We should pay attention to that, too."
He felt Amami dig his fingers under his left arm and almost screamed. He knew it was one of his worst spots; he always did this when he was trapped. He twisted his body as best as he could, but with both of them holding him down it would be impossible to get away.
"Nononononooo! Not thehehere!"
"He's so squirmy today. And he's laughing like a little kid."
"Stop talking about it! Ahahaha -AHAHA!"
The tickles were light and gentle, but they still drove him crazy. Having two people poke around his sides, neck, and underarms was almost too much. The longer it went on, and the more they teased, the louder his laughs became.
It wasn't long before he came to regret messing with them.
