#ticklish!idia

Idia Shroud As A Ler

Extremely timid about his enjoyments about tickling to the point he'll shut down for a while.

When he does start tickling? Ohhh boy, you are in for a ride...

Starts off really quiet and soft, but the longer he tickles you and sees genuine enjoyment? He will start taunting/teasing and growing more balder in his touches.

From "You sure you want me to continue?" to "Hehe, you could become my new keyboard~"

He REALLY loved playing with people's ribcages. He doesn't know why, but it's an addiction he can't help LMAO. He loves wriggling his scrawny fingers between them and ravaging around like a little scavenger.

Uses his inventions on rare occasions just to be extra mean.

Idia Shroud As A Lee

Oh my poor precious boy PFFT—

Cannot handle a thing he dishes out.

A big flailer, but never actually hits anyone.

Love curling into a ball aswell, he's adorable.

He 'whee-hee-hee's alot (HC originally by @hanksposts)

This poor soul is sooo severely touch starved, but too anxious to actually do anything about it.

Frequent lee moods! Sometimes he uses his own inventions to tickle himself hehe.

Relatively ticklish everywhere, even odd spots — top of his feet, elbows, even his cheeks are a bit sensitive.

TICKLISH👏ASF👏TUMMY. Tummy so sensitive he practically jumps out of his own skin each and every time.

Tips of his hair gradually grow pink! It's a bit hypnotizing to watch as they gradually go from pastel pink to hot pink.

Ortho Shroud As A Ler

Scans his lee/lees for their weak points. His scans are so good that he learns instantly what methods get certain reactions.

Actively asks people regularly if they want to be tickled.

Uses his UM to use things around him as binds — cables are most often used, aswell as Idia's inventions from time to time.

Memorizes what teases work best, even after years of not engaging with a certain person.

Laughs with you! He loves mimicking your laugh, whether it's silly or loud.

"I like that laugh, bwahahahah! Did I do it correctly?"

Ortho Shroud As A Lee

Not shy about admitting when he's in a lee mood.

Purposely leaves his sensors on just so people can tickle him. Everyone knows.

Funnily enough he's a bit sassy when he's being tickled, but absolutely giggle and shy when you corner him.

Relatively ticklish around his sides and tummy, but his feet and underarms are pretty good too.

COMPLETELY childish after you get him for a while.

"Hahaha! Do it again, do it again!"

Until it came to times like these, when he knew that it was up to him to get Idia to sleep. Before they got together, Idia rarely showed up to class and when he did, he bore these horrid eye bags that made it appear as though he hadn’t slept in days. Now, Vil knew it was often because he would get so caught up in his games that he’d simply forget to fall asleep.

He heard Idia curse on the screen under his breath. He glanced at the screen, trying to make a guess at what happened, but with all the numbers and bright colors and everything on the screen, he felt much more confused and decided not to wonder about it. He stood up from Idia’s better, yawning a bit.

“Idia, it’s time for us to sleep. You’ll get bags under your eyes,” Vil said, putting a shoulder on Idia’s. Idia locked eyes with him before hesitantly looking back at his game.

“But I need to build her!” He points at a pink-haired female character on the screen. “She’s a dps so she’d do wonders on my team!”

…Whatever that meant.

“Is it something that could wait tomorrow?”

“...Yes, but–”

“Then let’s sleep.”

Idia looked back at VIl again, then at the game, then at Vil, having some sort of inner battle in his head.

“Okay, I will, but let me–”

“Idia.”

“Just one thing!” For a moment, Vil considered giving in, but he looked at the time, which was soon to be one in the morning and frowned.

“Don’t make me punish you.”

Idia turned, a bit of fear in his eyes but his gaze slowly turned back to the game. With his gaze still on Vil, he actually had the gall to try clicking at the computer without even looking. Vil stared at him for a moment, almost a bit shocked that Idia still hadn’t decided to listen to him, but when he came back to his senses, he narrowed his eyes at his partner.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Vil said.

“Wait, wait, waitwaitwait– Nohoho! I’m sohohorry!” Idia cried, trying to stand from his chair when Vil started tickling him, which is something he had not been prepared for. Vil could understand why. He didn’t really ‘punish’ the other like this, but that was because Idia often listened to him straight away. He had to learn his lesson.

“It’s too late to apologize,” Vil replies. It’s a bit awkward to tickle him in this position, but Vil can manage. His fingers run along Idia’s sides and tummy, his long nails proving to be very effective as Idia flailed about, unable to move.

The tips of Idia’s ears were tinged pink, his face matching the pink tone. It was adorable, to be frank.

“Gahaha! Vil, lehehet’s tahalk!”

“Talk? I already gave you that option, and you refused me. Take your punishment.”

“Nohoho!” Idia cried, embarrassed as he moved to cover his face. Vil couldn’t help the smirk from forming on his face as he used that as an opportunity to get underneath Idia’s arms. Idia’s hands shot down instantly, as he reflexively tried to grab at Vil’s hands.

“I never knew you were this ticklish,” Vil pointed out, and it’s true. Tickling isn’t necessarily something Vil did often, and when he tickled Idia, it was never more than a poke to the side to catch his attention.

“Nohoho! Thihihis is u-unfair!” Idia gasped, squirming in the seat. His attention wasn’t even the slightest bit on the game anymore, too distracted by the ticklish sensations.

“Unfair? I’m sure you’re loving this right now.” Vil moved to squeeze at Idia’s hips, and the shriek Idia let out is loud enough for Vil to worry about him waking up the whole dorm, so he tries to ease up just a bit.

Idia doesn’t say anything in response to Vil’s words, but the way his blush grew told him all he needed to know. It was something that Vil decided to note in his head that maybe he should do things like this more often.

“Sohohomewhere else!” Idia laughed, looking to be a bit overwhelmed so Vil listened to him. Good that at least one of them can listen to the other, he jokingly thinks so himself.

This time, he started to poke and prod at Idia’s ribs, which seemed to not be as sensitive to the other, so Vil lingered, feeling generous enough to grant him some mercy. Idia’s laughter was loud and chaotic, much different compared to his quieter, more snarky laugh he usually had. Vil wondered which one he liked more.

“Vihihil!’ Idia cackled, and Vil waited for him to continue, but when he didn’t, he raised a brow.

“Use your words,” Vil chuckled and Idia laughed, but it seemed as though he was trying to speak.

“I’ll sleheheep! I wihihill sleheheheep!” Idia exclaimed at last, overwhelmed.

“Will you now?” Vil asked, amused.

“Yehehes! Nohoho mohohore! Mehehercy!” Idia screeched, and Vil chuckled a bit more, before stopping completely. It took him a bit to catch his breath, the sound of him exhaling deeply the only thing that can be heard besides the quiet background playing from the computer.

“Let’s go to sleep now. It’s far too late.” Vil said, finally sure that Idia would obey him. Idia nodded, turning towards the computer to shut it off as Vil went towards the bed, but after a few extra clicks, VIl raised his brow. It doesn’t take that long to shut off the computer. When he turned to his boyfriend, he noticed Idia trying to get a few last minute clicks in and when Vil cleared his throat, he whipped his head around.

“Idia…”

“Okay, okay! I can just do it tomorrow…” Idia shut off his computer, looking a bit disappointed, but his mood lightened up a bit when Vil patted the bed next to him, urging Idia to come lay with him.

“Goodnight, Vil…”

——

“ohohortho! stahahap!” idia cried, cursing himself for making ortho this strong. ortho laughed at his brother, fondly.

“are you gonna go to sleep, nii-san?” ortho asked, scribbling his robotic fingers across idia’s tummy with glee. idia’s face and the tips of his hair were bright pink.

“nohoho! the ehhehevent ends i-ihihin one dahahahay!” idia squealed, pushing ortho’s hands away from his body, but with the tickling weakening him, the task was proving to be quite difficult. part of him wanted to give up now, but… the event was practically calling his name! how was he meant to go to sleep when it beckons for him so desperately..!?

“you can complete the event tomorrow! it’s important to get a full night of rest!”

“b-buhuhuhut..!” idia tried to start, but ortho cut him off with a sharp zing to idia’s ribcage, in a spot he knew idia was particularly sensitive in.

“no buts! you need sleep!” ortho was stern and idia averted his eyes, shifting to the monitor.

“ohohohortho!” it was only two in the morning! he has pulled all-nighters before so this was nothing and yet…

“nii-san, you don’t sleep enough! you’re still a teenager and you need. to. grow.” his little brother said, enunciating his words with a poke to idia’s side. idia both admired and cursed ortho’s unwillingness to give up.

“it’ll b-behehehe fihihine! juhuhust lehehet mehehe go!” idia continued to protest and ortho had sighed. for a moment, idia had thought he finally had ortho beat but ortho didn’t relent, tickling him. a second later, he began scanning over idia with his eyes.

“your vitals say that your breathing is fine,” ortho started, but then the tickling becomes more vicious, causing idia to erupt into a new wave of laughter. “so i think i have some more convincing to do! i’m gonna tire you out, nii-san! that should help!”

——

in hindsight, neither of them really knew how this happened. a rather foolish but interesting competition, in fact, but idia and azul were not quitters in the name of games. the two were feeling quite competitive today and had gone through nearly all the games, but that did not satiate their thirst for winning.

after a particularly painful defeat on idia’s part, azul had laughed at his dismay. under idia’s breath, he had said, “haha laugh it up.”

azul stopped laughing, smug smile still on his face. “should i not? what a rather.. humiliating defeat. should i comfort you instead?”

“as if. you wouldn’t be able to hold your laughter in,” idia grumbled.

“what an absurd statement. you act as though i laugh all the time.”

“wanna put it to the test?” idia rolled his eyes and before azul had a chance to respond, he had jumped over the couch and began tickling azul. azul gasped, but had not laughed and instead tried to tickle idia back, realizing the challenge.

which is why, the two were on the couch in the board game club, hands latched to the other’s sides, trying to make each other laugh first.

idia was more rash in his approach, roughly yet not painfully squeezing at azul’s sides. “i.. i will mahake y-you laugh!” idia glared at the other.

“not ihihif i g-get youhu to, f-fihirst..!” azul stuttered, biting his lip. his hands were more delicate and precise, skittering and spidering over idia’s body— his sides, his tummy, his ribs— with impressive haste.

seconds later, they became more and more desperate in their attempts, tossing and tumbling on the couch. it was a shock that they hadn’t fallen, but there was too much happenjng to think about that.