"it's been forever since i've heard that laugh!"

"what's with the bad mood? i think that may need to be remedied."

"this is gonna be fun."

"St-stohop it," Gin giggles, one hand hovering around her face, like she wants to cover it and she's not sure what to do without her mask.

"But it's been forever since I've heard you laugh," Tachihara complains, pressing into Gin's upper ribs to get her to squeak. "Actually, I don't think I've ever heard it."

She hiccups, her voice breaking when she gets too loud due to her never using it. "B-b-behehe f-fuhuhunnier, then!"

Tachihara grumbles, squeezing her sides and eliciting a squeal. "I am funny," he growls. "You and the old man just don't have taste."

She seems to laugh harder at that, and Tachihara falters—her laugh fills his stomach with butterflies. He doesn't realise he's slowed his fingers to a near stop until she grabs his wrists, shoves them off of her and flips him so he's on his back and she's above him.

She smiles, and it's still so cute but it makes him flustered for more reasons than one, now.

"Stop frowning," she says, back to her naturally soft voice. "Or I'll have to help fix it."

He's giggling before she even touches him—how embarrassing, because he doesn't giggle and he's not ticklish but here he is anyway.

"Stohohop," he chokes, bubbly laughter pouring out of him once her fingers start dancing over his stomach. "G-Gihihin, I swehehehear—"

"You're really ticklish," she says, half teasing and half intrigued. "This might be fun."

Tachihara's hands are free, but he forgets that they're there—he does, okay, he is not just letting her tickle him because he likes her—and leaves them to flail around desperately as she tickles up and down his sides.