Nagi ambled down the hallway, narrowly avoiding a wall as he refused to take his eyes off his phone. It was more entertaining than anything else he’d see walking around here. It would be easier if Reo was here to carry him, he remarked dully then quickly forced the thought away with more effort than he liked. He tried not to think about Reo much after their last match. But refocusing on his screen took his mind off of it, bolstering his mood as his heart thumped with a vague excitement.

He entered their team room, eager to show Chigiri the latest funny video he found when he saw something even more amusing. 

Isagi was tickling Chigiri.

More accurately, he was destroying him. Chigiri was clinging to Isagi's shirt, burying his face into his shoulder and laughing hysterically as Isagi dug into his ribs. Neither of them seemed to notice his appearance. 

"Isahahagi! Nohohoho!" 

"Is it really that bad? How about… here?" He moved his hands, squeezing Chigiri's knees and sounding far too pleased with himself.

Chigiri screeched. Loud, uncontrollable laughter burst from him as he squirmed wildly. It was completely unrestrained, unlike anything he was used to seeing from his friend. He found it oddly endearing and surprisingly cute.

They must have said something else to each other that he was too distracted to hear, because the tickling suddenly stopped, and a relieved Chigiri slumped into Isagi's arms, still giggling. 

“Youhu je—” Chigiri cut himself off, finally noticing Nagi who was still standing in the doorway.

A wide, wobbly smile was still plastered on his face, cheeks flushed pink. His tousled hair fell in messy waves around him, somewhat sticking to his sweaty skin. His bright eyes sparkled with an unspoken joy despite their surprised, wide-eyed transformation as they fell upon Nagi, who felt an odd warmth in his chest.

Isagi turned his head, also noticing Nagi and laughing awkwardly as Chigiri buried his face into Isagi’s chest with a miserable groan. 

“Uh, hey Nagi,” Isagi smiled at him, patting Chigiri’s back.

“Hey,” He said after a long pause, still unable to tear his eyes away from Chigiri while he approached them. Plopping himself down with them on the bed, he quickly logged into his phone and held it out to a flustered Chigiri and curious Isagi to show them the video he found. “Watch this.”

Much to Chigiri’s relief, he didn’t bring up the tickling, and he slowly relaxed as they continued scrolling through other funny videos and memes. It continued until Barou stormed into the room, complaining and fussing about another nonexistent mess. Isagi pretended to sleep, while Chigiri watched Barou and Nagi argue, wondering why he felt a pang of disappointment.

—

Nagi liked Chigiri. 

They’d become fast friends since he had joined their team, and Nagi enjoyed spending time with him the most. But recently, he’d become distracted whenever they spent time together.

Like when Chigiri smiled at him or laughed a little too hard at his jokes, so hard that he had to clutch Nagi’s shoulder so he didn’t fall over, when Chigiri asked him to help tie his hair, even though Nagi was awful at it, or when Chigiri told him about his injuries, and Nagi joined him for his post-training leg aftercare everyday afterwards—each time Nagi felt his heart beat faster, his body go uncomfortably warm, and his thoughts muddle.

He didn’t know why, and it was too much of a bother to think about too much. But for some reason, it had suddenly become worse. When he walked in on Isagi tickling Chigiri, saw him so happy and carefree, he realized he wanted to see him like that all the time. 

It was too annoying, he’d decided one day when he was relaxing in their room, and he didn’t want it to be a problem anymore. 

Abandoning the manga he was only half-reading on his phone, he looked around the room. It was only him and Chigiri; he figured Barou and Isagi were off training or doing whatever it was they did in their free time. 

“Chigiri.”

“Hm?” He asked, not looking up from his book.

“You’re ticklish, right?”

His head jerked up, wide, bright eyes boring into Nagi. A light blush spread that Chigiri tried to hide, bringing the book up to partially hide his face. “What?”

Nagi smiled and sluggishly rose from his bed to join Chigiri on his. As he walked over, Chigiri hastily shoved a bookmark in between the pages and set it down, never taking his eyes off of Nagi.

“What are you doing?” Chigiri asked, scooting back and defensively pulling his knees up to his chest. Nagi didn’t miss how he’d backed himself into a corner or the excited sheen in his eye. He must have wanted it too.

“What a bother,” He sighed, grabbing Chigiri’s leg and pulling it towards him as he squeaked out protests, weakly swatting at Nagi’s hand.

“No, no, nohoho!”

“I’m not even tickling you yet.”

His reaction was undeniably cute and only spurred Nagi on. He paused for a moment after he’d managed to pry away Chigiri’s leg, watching as he giggled in anticipation, airy and light, while half-heartedly pleading and trying to wriggle his leg out of Nagi’s grasp. It was harder to think with the distraction, but finally Nagi remembered where Isagi had tickled Chigiri to get such a strong reaction.

“Was this it?” He murmured, using one hand to hold Chigiri’s leg and the other to squeeze his knee.

Shrieking, Chigiri burst into laughter, shaking his head and trying to tug his leg back as Nagi kept up his ticklish assault. “Nohoho! Nahahahat thehehere!”

That familiar warmth spread through him, his smile growing as he watched Chigiri, who was grinning from ear to ear, eyes squeezed shut and red-faced. Nagi paused, allowing Chigiri to catch his breath. His light giggles slowed to a stop, and he peeked an eye open at Nagi, hesitant. 

“You’re really ticklish,” He observed, dragging his finger along the underside of his kneecap. 

“Thehen stohohop tihicklihing me thehere!” 

Quiet, breathy giggles poured from him, and the gentle tickling seemed to be more tolerable; his squirming lessened, and he gave up on trying to free his leg or shove Nagi away.

“Fine,” He sighed again, like he was the one who was put out. Experimentally, he dragged his fingers down Chigiri’s leg, making him titter. He did it slowly, carefully noting his reactions.

“I didn’t know someone could be ticklish here,” Nagi almost laughed as he scribbled his fingers against Chigiri’s calf while he squeaked and laughed.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” He cried, burying his face in his hands.

Nagi frowned, slightly shaking his leg. “Don’t do that.”

“I shohouhuld be sahahaying thahat to yohou!” 

Chigiri didn’t budge, until Nagi dug into his armpits, producing a loud squeal and forcing him to shoot his arms back down, effectively trapping Nagi’s fingers.

“Good. Now I can see your pretty face.”

His blush darkened as he hesitantly squeaked out, “Prehehehetty?”

“Yeah, you’re pretty,” He spoke casually and took mercy on Chigiri, shifting to squeeze his sides instead.

It had to be the adrenaline rush, a strange giddiness running through him and his heart beat erratically in chest, that spurred him on, bunching his blankets in his fists to try and reclaim some control over his body as he asked, “Whahat, are yohohou gohonna cahahall me prihihincess tohoho now?”

“Princess?” He muttered, still pinching up and down Chigiri’s sides. 

Oh, oh, hearing that did something alright. He leaned forward, burying his face in Nagi’s shoulder to hide his growing flush, releasing the bedsheets to wrap his arms around Nagi’s neck, squeezing his shirt instead.

“Yeah, princess sounds nice. But shouldn’t I be the only one calling you that?”

“Whahahat?”

Nagi stilled his hands, bringing them up to brush through Chigiri’s hair instead, trying to comb it back into place after their mini workout. Giggles tapering off into gasping breaths, he realized how flushed his skin was, how intimate their position was. Slowly, he pulled back, keeping his arms tight around Nagi’s neck while raising his head to meet the other boy’s gaze.

They stared at each other for a long moment, searching each other's faces. Nagi's eyes remained locked on Chigiri’s, whose flitted across his face as if taking in his features for the first time. Chigiri broke their standoff first, unable to stop himself from leaning forward and pecking Nagi’s cheek.

He blinked, seeming startled, but a lazy smile spread across his face. He wrapped his arms around Chigiri’s waist, easing him into a hug. 

“I like you,” Nagi said, finally, after their embrace lasted a beat too long.

“I… I like you,” Chigiri whispered back.

“Huh,” he laughed, breathlessly. “What a hassle… You know you are, right?”

“Like you’re any better.”

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The room was quiet, a bit too quiet for Chigiri’s liking. Usually, a quiet moment in Blue Lock was rare, which made this all the more worrying. Whenever he was with Nagi, he would at least hear the noises coming out of his phone, or those adorable snores whenever his boyfriend fell asleep.

The redhead stopped mid-braid, turning to see what Nagi could be up to, only to let out a startled scream when he came face to face with the white haired male. “Nagi?! What are you- Hehey! No, stohop that!” all of Chigiri’s hard work came undone when mischievous fingers started kneading at his side. His hair got all over his face as he frantically tried protecting himself.

An airy yet playful chuckle came out of the taller male, now using both hands to scribble and poke over the redhead’s ribs. “Make me~”.

Oh, so that’s how it was.

No one would expect this from someone so laidback, but Nagi was prone to getting these playful moods. Chigiri was already used to his boyfriend’s antics and knew what he wanted.

“Ahalright, buhut you ahahasked for ihit!” in the midst of Chigiri’s laughter, he reached out and started kneading at the taller one’s waist. Instantly rewarded with Nagi’s sweet laughter, a wide smile stretching across the usually emotionless features.

“You plahay dirty!” Nagi cried out, as if he hadn’t started this whole tickle fight himself. His arms flailed around, trying to both defend himself and keep attacking his lover

“You act ahas if you dihidn’t want thihihis!” Chigiri shot back cheekily, triggering Nagi’s playfulness further.

Suddenly, the world was upside down. It took a moment for Chigiri to register that he had been swung over his boyfriend’s shoulder, being carried off to the single bed.

“H-hey! Put me down!” You could practically hear the embarrassment in Chigiri’s tone, his face starting to match the color of his hair.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice” Nagi smirked, ungraciously dumping his boyfriend onto the soft mattress, earning a startled yelp from the shorter one.

By the time Chigiri refocused on his surroundings, his beanstalk of a partner had already made his way on top of him. Wasting no time pinching at his hip bones.

“ACK-! NahaHAGIiii!” Maybe it was a good thing that Chigiri’s hair kept getting on his face, serving as a shield from Nagi’s teasing gaze. Of course, that didn’t stop the shorter male from retaliating.

Chigiri managed to jab under Nagi’s arms, causing the latter to lose his balance and fall onto the side. Chigiri’s speed was a valuable skill in both the soccer field and in tickle fights, allowing him to quickly get on top of his boyfriend.

Deciding to take a more creative approach, the redhead leaned towards the white haired male’s neck and started to playfully nibble all over the sensitive skin. It looked like Nagi’s playfulness was rubbing off on him.

“CHI! NohOHO! OKAhaHaY! I giHIVe!” Nagi all but squealed, doubling down in laughter at the unbearably ticklish sensation along his neck. The waves of laughter that spilled out of him zapping any energy he had left, leaving him a giggly mess.

Chigiri decided to show mercy, lifting his head to gaze fondly at the disheveled boy underneath him. “Hah! I won this time~” the redhead couldn’t help but boast.

“I’ll get you back eventually. But for now, nap time” Before Chigiri could even protest, Nagi was already out like a light. His strong arms embraced Chigiri in a tight hug that left him no choice but to join his lover in dreamland. Here’s to more playful moments.

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Reo x Nagi (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Reo

Ler: Nagi

Warnings: Tickles!

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Another day of harsh trainin had gone by, well, atleast for the other members of team V. Nagi being his usual self didn’t do much, and yet he always outshone everyone else. As much as Reo loved him, at times he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous of this lazy cat he calls his friend. His thoughts got interrupted when he felt the white haired male flop down on his lap, those tired eyes piercing up at him.

“What’s up with you?”.

“What do you mean?” Reo looked down at his lap, tilting his head slightly.

“Your face” Nagi pointed up at him, earning a snort from the other.

“Pfft- What exactly about my face?”.

“It looks so gloomy. You’re usually so smiley, where is it?”.

“Where’s what- My smile? I guess I’m just tired tonight, haha…” the purple haired male tried brushing it off with a nervous laugh, thinking the other would just drop it there.

Nagi might appear like he doesn’t care half of the time, but he sure was attentinve enough to know when his friend was feeling down. Interrogating him on the matter would probably make it worse, so what could he do to get Reo out of his funk?

He let out a long sigh, taking Reo’s hand into his own and inspecting it as if it were an intricate work of art. This caused the purple boy to fluster up a bit. “Umm, Nagi…? What are you doing?”.

“Just trying something…” mumbled the other. His apathetic face neverchanging. Reo could never tell what he was thinking in these situations, but nothing could’ve prepared him for what came next.

“ehEEK?! NAGI WHAHHAHAT?!” a sharp squeal made it’s way out of his throat. When he looked down at his hand, Nagi had blown a raspberry right against his palm and proceeded to nibble along the slender wrist. Nagi’s cat side was really showing now. “GYAHAHA! N-NAGIHIHI QUIT IHIHIT!!” Reo guffawed, kicking his legs out playfully at Nagi’s persistent nibbling.

He couldn’t tell what was more flustering: the tickling, Nagi’s lack of reaction, or the embarrassing sounds that kept spilling out of Reo’s mouth. Surely he mustv’ve gotten a few glances at this point. At the thought, his cheeks turned bright red. A stark contrast with his purple color palette.

Nagi blew a raspberry right against his wrist, causing Reo to double over and wheeze in laughter. His eyes were squeezed shut, slight tears prickling the corners. And his smile was so bright it could blind anyone in sight.

“AHAHAHA! NAGI PLEHEHE—“.

Once he noticed Reo having a hard time controlling his breathing, Nagi stopped, letting go of his hand. He observed the flushed face for a moment, really absorbing in the sight. It was pretty cute, he had to admit to himself. “So, feeling better now?”.

Once Reo managed to calm down, he had a hard time wiping that silly grin off his face. He didn’t know whether to be upset or thankful at Nagi. “I hate to admit ir but… yeah” he spoke sheepishly, the pink blush returning to his cheeks. Which only darkened when Nagi shot him a small smile of his own.

“Now I know what to do when you’re all sad…~”.

Reo felt his whole body tense up at the thought. The thought of making more of those ungodly sounds was so embarrassing, but it also felt nice to let loose…  Oh well, maybe Nagi’s playful side wasn’t so bad to deal with after all.