#ratty writes

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The cowardly electric blonde questioned, "from what I heard, his been pretty.. mean." His expression transferred into a worried one, eyes gazing up as the red head, Tanjiro, placed a reassuring hand against his friend's shoulder, a calm, collected smile easing his worries slightly, "I promise you, Zenitsu, I'll be okay!" He chuckled slightly as the other simply huffed slightly, "Just look after Inosuke and Nezuko for me, you're in charge!" He waved off, Zenitsu straightening himself as he took on his duty.

Moments of aimlessly strolling around later, he heard the angered cries of the wind pillar, sneaking over to listen to the conversation.

"You little brat, I'm going to kill you!" Barked Sanemi, fists clenched so hard that he could almost pierce his own skin, eye's darting all over the smaller male. "I don't care who you are, but shut up, your voice annoys me." Scoffed the mist pillar, arm's crossing as he walked off, making Sanemi storm off soon after, almost leaving trails of smoke in the ground from how angry he was just than. "I see what Zenitsu means now.." sighed Tanjiro, before heading over and meeting himself to the front door of Muichiro's estate. Wearily, he knocked, hearing a muffled 'come in' come from Muichiro, so, easily, he walked in, sliding the door shut behind him, his expression dropping as he saw Muichiro sitting down infront of him, his back turned. "May I?" Asked Tanjiro, soft spoken for right now. As he earned a hum of approval, he smiled cheerily and sat beside him, giving him reassuring silence as the other slowly opened up, it seemed that he was just mostly stressed, I mean, who could blame him? He was a high rank, so he is expected to work twice, not, three time's harder at most, seeing the male just speak out his heart made him realize just how tensed up he really was, his back looked all knotted behind his haori, and his hands have been blistered after the many recent fights his had, poor guy.

"Muichiro-sama, this is only an offer, but.. would you like me to at least massage your back? I'm not the best at it but, I can assure you I'll do my best to help you relax!" Merrily cheered the red head, his smile contagious as Tokito found himself smiling the slightest, "No, thanks." He said, hissing in pain as he budged to get up. His face flushed a bit as Tanjiro chuckled a bit, "Come on, you're obviously extremely tensed! Like, look at your back, it could be mistaken for onigiri soon enough." He earned a slightly wider smile of amusement from the other, sighing in defeat, "Alright then, if you insist." He replied, unable to help but feel slightly more happier from Tanjiro's sweet demeanor.

Muichiro had laid flat on his stomach, his hands cushioning his cheek as he awaited for Tanjiro to start, "Ready?" "Ready." He replied, not expecting Tanjiro to prop himself right beside him, palms kneading gently against his lower back, smiling widely as Tokito grunted and sighed happily, his pain slowly but surely being relieved. The red head continued this for a few minutes there, switching between kneading to his knuckles then back to his palms, or even his fingertips and thumbs if they were especially tensed up. After he finished with his back, he went down to his hips, Muichiro gasping, he couldn't help but panic whenever Tanjiro fluttered his finger's passed the peculiar spot, feeling unusually tingly and giddy. Tanjiro had began to notice this and took notes, when he pressed down against his hip's to massage deep within the bones, his would thrash around non-stop, his hand covering his mouth to block out any noise he could.

No way, he couldn't possibly be..

"Ticklish?" Tanjiro smiled, Muichiro nodding, hiding his hand against his hands, covering the overflowing amount of giggles that rippled out of him. Tanjiro was about to stop incase he felt uncomfortable from him knowing such discoveries before, "D-Dohon't stop, plehease." He heard, "It feels nihihice." He mumbled, the fact he trusted him so much already made Tanjiro almost sob, "Alright then, if it gets too much, tell me when to stop, alright?" He said, earning a nod before he went to work, his thumbs kneading gentle yet deeo circles into the dips of his hips, making the other buck and squeal, curling slightly, "WahaHAit, thahat-" "Tickles? Oh, we both knew that." He giggled, earning a very giddy whine from him, his expression purely bright before he went up, squeezing against his side's, "You know, I used to tickle my siblings all the time like this, especially Takeo and Shigeru when they were feeling a little grumpy." Tanjiro smiled, relishing the sweet memories to heart, his sad yet happy memory washing away as Muichiro curled up, Tanjiro having put his left hand under his arm, and the other wiggling against each rib, making Muichiro shriek, "eheHEAH!? NahAHAh! SoHOHO BAhaD!" He began to kick his legs out slightly, trying his best to pull his hand out from under his arm whilst trying not to squirm away from him at the same time.

"Y/N, are you sure?" The tall redhead said, almost baking away, but having to still himself as you rested your head against his lap, the comfortable position taking over his senses, wanting to hold his hand against your cheek, resisting the large temptation. He shook his head as you chuckled, bringing him back to his senses, realizing how gorgeous/handsome you looked as you gazed lovingly up at him. Those friendly eye's making him melt in place, only to scoff when you gently placed your fingertip against the tip of his nose playfully.

"You're so cute, Diluc." You smirked up at him, gently rubbing a hand against his side, watching as he quivered, hunching over slightly. Your eye's filled with worry, realizing this, Diluc cleared his throat, "I reassure you that you didn't hurt me, lovebird." He smiled the slightest bit, making you think, before his face went pale, seeing the wide grin take place as you gripped onto his side a bit more, rubbing your thumb firmly yet gently there, making him yelp and grip onto his own coat. "Y/N.. don't d-hehe-do this." He strained his giggles the best he could. "You tell me not to, yet you don't even try to stop me~" You pointed out, his face flushing red, his smile widdening even more, his dimples appearing ever so slightly from such a wide smile.

"Alast, travellers, for I have- AYE!?"

The ginger quickly folded inwards, cheeks brightening a pinkish tint, whilst Aether had poked the open slit that exposed his now defended tummy. "Oh? What's wrong? Did that tickle?" Lumine chorused, having come behind him out of nowhere, the ginger gaffawing as the male twin pounced, trying his best to pin down the Harbinger, "L-Luhumine! Aetheher! Please, dohon't!" Pleaded the taller, his facial features glimmering red, with a twitching smile taking over.

"Hm, I don't know, seems to me that you want this." Aether smiled, having the help of his sister to pin the Harbingers hands under his knee's. Noticing how screwed he was, Childe began to wriggle more, whilst helpless kicks and squeals came out. "Plehease!"

"We haven't even touched you yet!" The two chorused, chirping giggles at the now helpless Harbinger, a gentle fingertip tracing the rim of his exposed tummy from his shirt.

If thing's weren't worse then, now it truly was. He was trying to suck in his stomach, wriggle away, even tried squeezing at Aether's knee's to get him to budge, but no, he was screwed, and he knew that.

"Paimon says we try here!" The floating child said, a grin taking over as a single finger slid up ever so slowly up his tummy, making him sputter out more giggles as she came back up and down in a repetitive motion. "P-Pahahaimo-AGH! Wahait! Plehease! Thahat-! Thahats!" He struggled, torso quivering as Paimon continued, Lumine helping her brother and her's companion out by pulling the shirt up whenever Childe arched, making him shiver as the wind came rushing in and making him feel a slightly bit more sensitive.

"Plehease! Nohohot thehere!" Childe turned his head away, the teasing aw's from the three coming out as they heard him snort and squeal, kicking his arches against the ground slightly to relieve himself from such a ticklish stimulation.

His bubbly giggles soon cut to panicked yet excited squeals of choked laughter when Lumine tapped her finger's against his ribs, as if she was bored, yet the smirk told the difference, making him arch into it. Noticing this, Lumine tested out which set got the best reaction, before settling into drilling her thumbs between his lower ribs, causing the Harbinger to throw his head back in hysterics.

As afternoon struck down ratuer quickly, a certain game of volleyball had gotten the best of a sweetheart, his anxiety of losing it for the team in the next game.

'I'm going to fail, what if they all hate me in the end? What if I continued this as a streak, I can't, their my best friend's and my teammates, maybe I co-'

His thoughts drained out at the sound of a certain classmate who stayed behind to train with him, Nishinoya, he was understanding and knew him rather well, knowing the upcoming game was worrying the brunette.

"Asahi," he started, "Are you okay? Are those thoughts getting the best of you again?" Worried the smaller. Asahi couldn't help but feel a little relief and sat down, "Not at all, why do you ask?" He attempted to play it off, fiddling with his finger's and tapping his foot on the ground in a obviously worringly way.

Nishinoya, knowing how Asahi usually was in these, knew he was trying to play it cool, "You can't lie to me, we're best friend's, remember?" He smiled, "Best friend's never leave another in the dark, understand?" He playfully nudged his elbow into his lower side, earning a startled quiver, his lips curling up slightly from the movement. Nishinoya immediately noticed this and couldn't help but wiggle his finger's a bit, "Was that a giggle I just heard?"

"No-"

A poke on his other side

"Nishihinoya!"

Another poke on the other side

"Okay, I aham!"

"Glad you admitted it! But you won't escape that easily, if I remember correctly, the first year we met and began to play, this was your coping technique, right?" He asked with a joyfully amused expression, knowing his not taking 'no' for an answer, ".. It was.." The tall brunette mumbled into his forearm, attempting to hide his awfully adorable flushed cheeks and wobbly smile.

"Hey! Don't hide from me!" He playfully tazed against his lower side's, making the ace grab his wrist, but in no rush to pull it away, "Huh? Does this tickle? Maybe this too? A little bit over here also, hm, hm?~" Cooed the smaller more agile brunette, gently scribbling and tazing up and down his side's and tummy for a moment, earning the most richest yet most sweetest giggles in the entire world, he didn't pull his wrist away, nor did he stop hiding his smile, shyly inching into each of the libero's offensive finger's, gently yet eagerly clawing higher up each second towards the ace's death spot.

Realizing this, Asahi held both his wrists, letting out pleading 'no's and 'please's, knowing full well his smile was growing wider and wider from the building anticipation, "No what? Don't stop tickling you? Wasn't planning on it! But maybe I could stop once I reach over here!" He grinned, finger's scribbling and tazing into Asahi's underarms, making him flail in place and throw his arm's down, his once quivering body acting like it was against an earthquake, shaking and squirming carefully underneath the devilishly smirking other.

"NOYAHAHA, AGH, NO, WAHAIT!"

"No more waiting, more tickling! You feeling better or not, huh? Or do I need to ticki-ticki-tickle you even more, hm?"

"IHI'M BETTER, JU- AHAHA!"

And like that, kneading gentle circles under the ace's underarms made him absolutely cackle and plead happily, eye's squinting, arm's wrapping around Nishinoya in an attempt to keep them a little bit open for him, and his feet tapping the ground of the gym in a fashion of a dog once you hit it's sweet spot.

"Lupical?" The ember eyed male had questioned, arm's stretching over his own head as a long awaited yawn slipped out, the oni, Arataki Itto, had turned his attention to the younger, Razor, immediately. The two had just met not that long ago, the week filled with silly and new learning experiences for the wild boy, Itto couldn't help but call him a little brother as in his eye's, he was just as lost as he once was. But right now, he needed him to rest.

"Yeah, little bro?" Itto made a grin, smiling all the more when Razor had nuzzled his head under his hand to earn his 'one and oni greatest pats' that his ever received, despite the long nails and abnormally large hande, he had a very gentle and caring touch, almost as gentle as Bennett's, a friend Razor had in Mondstadt. "Razor no sleep now." The smaller said. Itto fanned shock in his expression, but what he didn't expect was for Razor to adjust himself away from nuzzling underneath his jaw and curl against his chest, this, hurt the oni a bit.

"Little bro, you need to sleep, c'mon, we'll have alot of fun tomorrow! This oni promises that, aight?" He smiled, giving his tummy a poke to emphasis on the fun part. He couldn't help but choke out a gasp as he heard Razor giggle from the small poke.

"Y'know what? I think we got enough time for one more activity before beddy by time." And thus, claws rained down on the other, dancing over his side's, holding his awe as Razor tilted side to side and giggled happily from the playful activity, "Why Rahahazor laugh? Rahahazor can't stohop!"

Itto could swear his heart clenched so hard from such pure giggles, they weren't too loud or too silent, they were just airy and bubbly, mixed in with a few gasps and squeals whenever the oni changed his ticklish tactics, "Oh, is my little bro ticklish here? Or over here maybe? Ooo! Maybe right here too!" He laughed along, unable to hold back his excitement while he kneaded his thumbs into the side's of his ribs, earning a louder squeal and arm's to flap around as they tried to get used to the newer sensation's.

"R-Rah-AGH! KYAHAH!" His back lifted off the ground in an attempt to flail out, "Bingo." Was all he heard Arataki say before his thumbs latched on and buzzed right against the side's of his stomach, just midway from his hips and sides, making him retract his arm's and suddenly have his legs spasm underneath him, "Oh? I guess you're little buddy wasn't wrong when he said you really were raised by wolves, huh? You got a little kicking habit! Let me help you!" He smirked, grabbing his ankle and scribbling gently at his sole, making the younger shriek and curl up.

"That was very disrespectful, Sanemi-san~!" Cooed the insect hashira, legs crossed as she watched from the sidelines, watching as the sound hashira, Tengen Uzui, was currently destroying the wind hashira, Shinazugawa Sanemi, after the rather 'harsh' outburst he had stated towards Tengen, who totally thought that was 'unflashy and absurd.'

"Kohohocho-! Yohou- gah, fuhuhuck ohohoff!" The scarred male tried to give a threatening glare, only to look silly and soft in the process, "Aww, why are you so harsh? Your giggling says otherwise, you know, maybe if you didn't smile like a little troll, I'd let you be, hm?" Tengen chorused, him? Smiling like a troll? how dare he!?

"Uzui-san, here, let me show you how to actually get Sanemi-san loopy." She said, the calm smile on her face meaning pure chaos for the wind hashira. 'Oh you better not let her, how am I kidding, she'd do it anyways!' He thought, eye's clenching closed for the expected.

"Kitchi-kitchi-koo..~"

'What the hell Kocho!?'

And just like that, the famously known 'evil looking' hashira was reduced to a purely hysterical and blushy puddle.

"Kitchi-kitchi-koo~ uh oh, is Sanemi-san feeling a little goofy? Or did he think of something funny, hm?" She teased, gently fluttering at his neck, oh how it tickled so dang bad.