#lucaway

IM SO, SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY WAHHHH

I don't have any good excuses for why it took me so long to finish this drabble, but I still hope you like this!

I kinda got the idea after Luca's new outfit reveal video so... yeah, heheh

“Boss?” You said, raising an eyebrow as you looked at Luca slouching on the couch. Crossing your arms and wearing a frown on your face, you interrupted your previous line of thought. “Boss!! Are you even listening to me?!”

He nearly jumped off the couch, startled by the sound of your voice. “O-of course! Please, go on,” he chuckled nervously, trying to slightly adjust his posture as you stood close to his seat.

Letting out a sigh, you picked up the paper, continuing your reading from where you left it. It was just a briefing about how the last operation went, nothing much different from usual, but also not interesting enough to keep Luca’s attention.

Not five minutes later, his eyes started to stare into the void, his eyelids weighting tenfold, making him struggle to keep it open. As your voice was getting more and more distant, he started to slowly doze off, dropping his head forward.

Almost at the land of dreams, Luca was barely aware of the moment you stopped talking. It shouldn’t be that important. It was just some boring reports, who care about them? Well, you did.

“I can’t believe you are ignoring me again!” You yelled at him, landing your hands on his shoulders. As your thumbs rubbed deep circles into the back of his shoulders, your other fingers tickled his neck and collarbone, waking him up in a blink of an eye.

“W-whAHAhahat?! I-I wahas noHOhot!!” He squealed, bringing his hands up and tugging on your wrists, trying to pry them off his shoulder as hard as he could, but he could barely lift them from his body.

The blonde arched his back, trying to squirm away from your thumbs, kicking his feet as he laughed out loudly. “P-pleheHEHase!! I-I’m sohohorry!”

“Hm? For what, if I may ask, boss? Didn’t you just say you weren’t ignoring me?” You teased, the annoyance clear on your voice. The only answer you got from Luca was another cry among his laughter when you decided to move your thumbs up, now targeting his nape.

Hi Anon!

Thanks you for your words and your requests. I reaaally liked the whole idea, Luca is so precious and I--- gosh, I love him. Anyway, hope you like this!

Ike chuckled, patting Luca on the shoulder as he gave him a pitiful look. “Is that it?” The novelist asked, tilting his head slightly as he waited for an answer.

“Y-yeah, pretty much! And mean, right?” The blonde said proudly, but the slight smile on Ike’s face was suggesting the opposite. How could Ike stay smiling like that after Luca called him a “stupid four eyed bookworm”? That was a really evil insult, but why didn't it work on him?!

 “Aren’t you upset?” Luca insisted, making a pleading face with puppy eyes. Ike, on the other hand, giggled slightly louder.

“Not at all. It’s actually pretty cute, honestly,” the man smiled, “well, if that is it, I’ll get going now. I need to set a few things ready before the next str-”

“Wait!”

“Hm?” Ike stopped himself from getting up from his seat, looking at Luca. He was probably going to try again, the novelist thought, maybe this time he should act offended, just to cheer him up. 

But, after some seconds in silence, staring at each other, Ike began to speak again, “is there anything else, Luca?”

“I’m… thinking, wait,” he admitted bluntly, furrowing his eyebrows. What would annoy Ike? If insulting didn’t work, maybe he could try something else… Then, as if he was struck by lightning, Luca widened his eyes, grinning with an evil idea.

Before the novelist could react, the blonde reached for his face, stealing his glasses in a swift move. Despite letting out a “hey” in protest, Ike only sighed.

“Ok, Luca, you got me. Can you give my glaAHAh-”

As he reached his hand out to Luca, hoping the mobster would give his glasses back to him, the blonde took the opportunity as soon as he saw the opening, moving one of his hands right into Ike’s underarm to tickle him there while the other landed on top of his knee, squeezing it.

"Heheh, where do you think you are going, Ike? ~" Luca teased, tugging on the other's leg as he tried to squirm away and pulling him close. 

The novelist couldn't do much but laugh, as the mobster overpowered him with ease. He tried to clasp his arms down and kick his legs, attempting to take his body away from the tickling or to, at least, block it.

But it was all in vain.

"LuhuhcaHAHa, stahahp it!! I sweheh- ahAHAHaha, nohoh tihihickling!"

"Oho, but why would I? It wouldn't be very mean and evil of me to just let you go," he grinned, letting go of Ike's leg to pinch his hips, making the novelist melt into a giggly puddle on top of the couch. 

"C-cohohome on! AhaHAH- NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!" Ike cackled, thrashing his head and weakly tugging at Luca's hands, trying to pry them off his body.

"OHOH- OHOK OK! Y-YOU AHAHAHARE EEHEHEVIL!!"

Letting out an excited gasp, Luca withdrew his hands, clenching them into fists as he celebrated another successful evil and mean act.

On the other hand, Ike tried to catch his breath, feeling a faint and warm blush on his face as he laid on his side. He closed his eyes, sighing while he heard Luca celebrating. 

"You have ten seconds to run," he muttered, sitting down and picking up his glasses.