#tengoshi

It was a long shot, but he had to try. He wasn't going to just give up and let him win. 

Bracing himself for yet another chase, the first year crouched low and prepared to make another dash to freedom.

“I’m gonna find you eventually… come out, come out, wherever you are...”

Goshiki felt a cold shiver crawl up his spine. He crouched down, got ready to jump, and then-

“Gotcha.”

“...AAAH!”

Goshiki cried out in shock as Tendou suddenly appeared in front of him. Backed into a corner, there wasn't anywhere he could go. The middle blocker pushed the unused equipment out of the way and leered down at Shiratorizara’s future ace.

“Tendou-san, please!”

“Bang, bang… keep on breaking the little first year…”

“Mmmph! Ha…!”

Goshiki fought back a smile and bit his lip to stifle the laugh bubbling in his chest as Tendou’s hands clamped down on his sides. His fingers were still, but just feeling them resting there was enough to make him squirm. He grabbed both of his wrists, trying as hard as he could to push him away, but Tendou’s grip was strong. He could see the corner’s on his senpai’s lips turning up ever so slightly, like he was amused to see him fighting it back so desperately.

“Bang, bang, bang...”

Tendou poked him randomly at every “bang” and seemed to relish Goshiki’s nervous, panicked squeals. He was barely touching him, yet it had such a huge effect! It was hard enough stifling his reactions now, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back when things got more intense...

Then, all of a sudden, Tendou’s fingers dug into his skin right at the base of his lower ribs. The sensation slammed into his brain and sent fireworks through his nerves. Goshiki let out a loud shriek before descending into laughter.

“No! No no no noooO-ahahahahaa!”

Despite flailing his arms and legs in every direction, Goski couldn't fight off Tendou’s tickle attack whatsoever. His senpai was unrelenting; his fingers pinched and prodded all over his waist, digging in at hyper sensitive areas like the sides of his chest to make him holler and scream even louder. It was an intense visceral feeling that got harder to fight against the longer it went on. Within a few seconds, the first year was already on the verge of losing it. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw back his head, clutching Tendou’s arms to try and push them off. Which only made him tickle harder.

“Ahahahahaha! Why!! Why do you ahahahalways do thi-EHEHEHE!!”

“Mhmhm…”

He wasn't sure if Tendou was purposely ignoring him, or if he was just that fixated on tickling him. He hummed a little tune while he goosed his fingers up his sides, pausing at his underarms when he started bucking and squealing. He always honed in whenever he found a super ticklish spot, slowly increasing in speed and pressure until Goshiki was practically screaming. The poor guy’s face was already bright red, and only two minutes had passed.

“Tehahahahndou!! Pleeheeheease!!”

“Mhmhmmhmm…”

He realized a little too late that begging was probably just spurring him on more. Goshiki tried rolling over to one side, but Tendou just followed him, latching into the hollows of his arms while his kouhai spluttered out pleas for mercy. It tickled so bad! Surely he was going to die if he kept this up!

Fortunately (or unfortunately), he didn’t die, he just kept thrashing around as Tendou jumped from spot to spot. He clawed the back of his ribs, prodding the soft spots in between each bone while Goshiki cackled in response. He snuck under his shirt and skittered his nails all over his stomach, making his double over and cross his arms over his belly. And whenever he tried defending a spot, Tendou would just move to another vulnerable area to throw him off and make him squirm more. What made it worse was when the middle blocker started making those little “tikitikitiki” sounds while he worked, making Goshiki blush even more. It was absolutely too much!

“TAHAHAHAHAA! TenDAHAHAHOW!! Pffft, gaaaah!”

“Tiiiickle tickle tickle...!”

Goshiki’s laughter steadily increased in pitch and volume until his words became nothing more than impossible babbling, and Tendou finally backed off when it got to be too difficult to understand him. He stood up with a smirk, looking down at the disheveled first year like he was prey. The future ace was still giggling through his haggard breaths. 

“That's… ha! ...so cruel…!” He managed to spit out, his shoulders still heaving. “Why... why me!!”

“Hmm?” Tendou looked at him with genuine confusion. “If you didn't want to be chased, then why did you run?”

Goshiki’s eyes widened as he felt his face heat up from embarrassment. Of course Tendou saw right through him. His observational skills had proven to be just as useful off court as they were during matches. Things like this happened every time he ran away from the middle blocker after biffing a serve or a combo. He knew that. But he did it anyway, because… because...