#tickle teasing

Nobara was curled up on her bed, scrolling on her phone in a loose tee and shorts, legs lazily swinging off the edge. 

Maki stood in the doorway of their shared dorm room, arms crossed but visibly tense, her sharp eyes avoiding Nobara’s.

Nobara looked up from her phone. “What’s with the stance? You look like you’re about to challenge me to a duel.”

Maki exhaled sharply and stepped in, closing the door behind her with a click. She didn’t answer right away, just walked toward the bed and stood there with her eyes slightly averted.

"I want… you to tickle me," she mumbled under her breath.

Nobara blinked. “I’m sorry, *what?*”

“…Tickle me,” Maki repeated, a bit firmer this time, though her face was growing red. “Just—for a bit.”

Now Nobara sat up. “Wait. Seriously?” She squinted at her girlfriend like she was trying to find the hidden camera. “You? Maki Zenin?” The same girl who splits cursed spirits in half with a flick of her wrist?”

Maki clenched her jaw and her ears began to redden. “F-forget it. It was stupid.”

“No no, wait a minute.” Nobara stood, walking over with an intrigued smile. “I just never expected you to be so *cute* about it.”

“Well, usually I take the lead, but sometimes I wanna feel… soft. You know?” she said, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I want to be coddled a little. Played with. I trust you.” 

That shut Nobara up for a moment. Her eyes softened. “Aw, baby… That’s actually kinda sweet.”

Maki blushed harder. “But you can’t tell anyone.”

“Deal. But I'll only do it under one condition,” Nobara said, poking her in the chest. “*If* you lay on your back, lift your shirt, and *beg* for it.”

Maki’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m dead serious,” Nobara said with a teasing smirk. “The mighty Maki Zenin wants to be tickled? Then she better *act* like it.”

There was a long silence. Maki stared at her, trying to weigh pride against desire. Finally, she let out a quiet sigh and moved toward the bed.

With a long exhale, Maki climbed onto the bed and lay on her back stiffly, as if preparing for battle. She hesitated… then, after a second, her hands slowly tugged her shirt up to reveal her toned stomach, her fingers trembling.

“…Do I really have to beg?” she muttered. 

“Mm-hmm,” Nobara said, sitting beside her with a mischievous grin.

Maki covered her face for a moment, then peeked out, eyes surprisingly soft but flustered. “Nobara… please tickle me.”

For a moment, she looked at Maki with a soft smile, wanting to quickly take in the expression she had on her face. Nobara leaned in, cupping her hand to her ear. “Sorry, didn’t quite hear that.”

Maki covered her face with one hand and said, louder this time, “Please tickle me…”

“Hmm. Still not convincing.”

“Nobara!” she snapped, peeking out from behind her hand.

“Okay, okay!” Nobara grinned and leaned over her, planting a quick kiss on her temple. “I just love seeing embarrassed, its a cute look.”

Nobara leaned in, hovering just above her, fingers wiggling threateningly. “This is gonna be fun!”

Maki blushed harder, but didn’t move away. “Just get it over with—”

Before she could finish, Nobara’s fingers danced lightly across Maki’s sides, drawing a surprised gasp followed by a laugh. Maki squirmed, instinctively curling up but forcing herself to stay on her back as Nobara kept going.

“Haha—wah! Nobara! That tickles—!”

“I *know*, that’s the point,” Nobara teased, scribbling her nails around Maki’s bellybutton. “You asked for this, remember?”

Maki laughed helplessly, her tough composure completely breaking down as her legs kicked at the sheets. “I-I didn’t think it would be *this bad*!”

Nobara grinned, slowing down only to trace a single finger across Maki’s stomach, making her shiver. “Bad? You look like you’re enjoying it.”

Maki, flushed and giggling, looked up at her with a soft smile. “Shut up!…”

Nobara then reached for her sides again, thumbs brushing under Maki’s raised arms.

“Wait—wait there’s no way you’re gonna—Nobara—don’t—!”

“Oh? Are these ticklish too?” Nobara said, slipping her hands into her underarms with wicked precision.

Maki shrieked and burst into laughter, kicking lightly and shaking her head.

“Okay—okay! I give!” she gasped between giggles, grabbing Nobara’s wrist with trembling fingers.

Nobara paused, her fingers hovering just above Maki’s ribs. “You sure? You’re not gonna suddenly ask for round two in five minutes?”

Maki lay there panting, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly tousled. “I’m not sure I’ll survive round two…”

Nobara chuckled and flopped down beside her, propping herself up on one elbow. “You were so squirmy. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Maki turned her head, eyes still glassy from laughter. “Neither did I. But… it felt nice. I got to loosen up for just a moment.”

Nobara reached out and brushed a strand of green hair from Maki’s forehead. “You don’t always have to be the strong one, you know. I like all sides of you—even the giggly, ticklish ones.”

Maki gave a soft laugh and nudged her playfully. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Oh, I’m already planning your next tickle ambush,” Nobara teased, tapping her nose. “You’ve officially opened the floodgates.”

Maki groaned and covered her face again. “I regret everything.”

“No you don’t,” Nobara said, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. “You’re just embarrassed because you liked it.”

Maki peeked out from behind her hands, her voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe a little…”

They lay there for a while, tangled in each other’s warmth, the earlier tension replaced by soft laughter and quiet affection. Outside, the moon hung low over Jujutsu High, casting silver light through the dorm window.

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