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A/N: I started this out of 1 (one) bad joke about Harumasa's lack of reruns and as a side-draft while something else is on the over, but here I am. I think I pointed a little towards a lot of different directions, so I apologize if this work feels messed.
Also, big thanks to the dearest @/ticklygiggles for beta reading me again!
Summary: Harumasa tries out a new medicine and ends up with some unexpected side effect. After he runs out of options, he decides to ask Wise for help to deal with his "little" problem.
Word count: 6,508 words
⚠️Warnings: Masturbation, sex, (probably) improper use of medicine and tickling (ehe). Continue at your own risk. Minors DNI!
[Also on Ao3]
Harumasa looked at his reflection in his bathroom mirror, his lips pressed into a thin line and hand clenched around his phone. He sighed and brought the phone close to his face, hitting the dial button before pressing it against the side of his head. "Don't pick it up, don't pick up—"
"Asaba?" Yanagi's voice came after a small click and Harumasa wanted to cry. This wasn't going to be easy. "I was about to call you. Are you on your way?"
"H-heey there, Deputy Chief," he coughed, the sight of his own reflection making the whole thing worse. "About that, ahm… c-could I possibly have the day off today… too?"
"…"
Harumasa flinched away from the phone, his eyes scrunched up as Yanagi's scolding went on. He knew this was going to happen, but what else was he supposed to do? "I-I know, I know!" He whined, sounding like he was at the verge of crying. "But… I-it's really hard for me to go out right now, Deputy Chief".
"I'm going to need a clearer, decent explanation, Asaba-kun, especially if I'm going to fill out your leave request," Yanagi continued, her tone slightly firmer than usual. She was mad, Harumasa thought as he leaned on the sink for support. "This is the third time this week, so unless it's really something—"
"It's a side effect!" Harumasa admitted, his fingers clenched around the phone and eyes lowered to avoid his own reflection. "My doctor prescribed me a new medicine and I took it for the first time yesterday, but… y-you could say I woke up with some weird side effects from it…"
"Shouldn't you come and get checked by our medical team, then? I'm sure someone at H.A.N.D.S. can treat your symptoms."
"T-that's the problem!" Harumasa pinched the bridge of his nose. He wished he could simply blurt it out and end this awful phone call at once. He would rather be caught dead than be in a situation like this, but here he was. "I… I can't go out, Deputy Chief."
Yanagi sighed and Harumasa could picture what sort of face she was probably making on her end. "Can you at least tell—"
"I have to hang up now, Deputy Chief! Thank you very much, I'll buy you something when I'm back! Bye bye!!"
"Wait—"
"Fuck," Harumasa hissed, his heart pounding inside his chest. He would need way more than just an apology gift for when he made it back to the office, but that was a problem for later. He looked back at his reflection, his eyes wandering down from his frustrated face to the hard cock standing between his legs.
Despite what he told Yanagi, Harumasa wasn't sure if this lasting, stubborn erection was really a side effect from the pills he took the night before. All he knew was that he was fine when he went to sleep and that he woke up to this aching, bothersome problem.
At first he thought it was a regular morning wood, nothing he should really worry about. When it refused to go away after a couple seconds, Harumasa just decided to… have some fun before heading out. Then, however, the problem really started.
He wasted almost half an hour under the shower, his back pressed against the cold wall while he jerked himself off under the stream of warm water. He stroked his length from the tip to the base, rubbing and squeezing the tip and even playing with his balls, but nothing seemed to work or get himself off. Harumasa felt the arousal and the frustration from the edging growing up inside him with each passing second, and, yet, he couldn't cum.
The orgasm started to feel less like a bliss and more like a need. He continued to masturbate, trying to picture the hottest scenes he could inside his head, only for it to turn into one fruitless attempt after the other. His dick swelled and leaked, the tip turned into a deep shade of red and he felt his balls clenching, but he didn't get even the slightest taste of release.
As he stepped out of the shower with an even more pent up erection, despair started to hit him. His erection started to feel a little painful, the muscles around his core tired from the tension and the clenching. Harumasa was supposed to go out to work in a couple minutes, but how was he supposed to show up in public like this?
After he hung up on Yanagi, he made his way back to his bedroom. He wore the towel around his shoulder, barely bothering to dry off the damp skin. All Harumasa could think about now was to get himself to cum — even when he had no proof it would actually work or solve his problem, it was the only thing he could think of now.
Harumasa sat on his bed, naked, and slowly reached for his dick again. He hesitated, afraid to make the problem even worse than it already was, but the craving for an orgasm was already far greater than what he could reason.
He stroked his dick again, gently clenching his fingers around the shaft. He pumped it once, twice, thrice, leaning back on his hand and throwing back his head. "Ah— ahh, d-damn it… hnngh… c-come on," Harumasa moaned, his eyes half closed while he stared at the aching boner between his legs.
But it didn't matter how, or what, he tried. Nothing seemed to work, to please him enough to give him that push past the edge.
After another fruitless, frustrated masturbating session, Harumasa started to wonder if there wasn't anything else he could do. Maybe he should try calling his doctor again or just go back to sleep with the vain hopes that it would go away. He looked around his room, his arm tired after the repetitive attempts, and ended with his eyes landing on his phone. Harumasa sighed and another, even less reasonable path of action came up to his mind.
He reached for his phone, hesitating before he dialed each and every digit. Part of him began to hope that he wouldn't pick up the call, but he insisted on the plan.
The sound of the phone ringing made him regret that choice more and more by the second. Expectation started to make him anxious and Harumasa thought about giving up on this absurd decision. However, out of irony or luck, he heard a soft click before he could act and the other man's voice reached him.
"Hello?" Wise asked. He sounded a bit drowsy, especially calm.
"H-hey there, manager," Harumasa muttered and laid back on his bed. The room's air felt cold against his skin and so did the sheets that barely offered him any comfort at that point. He couldn't be less bothered by them, however. "Say it, a-are you busy right now?"
"Hmm, not really, why—"
"Great," Harumasa gasped, rolling onto his side, "c-can you come over my place? I-I… I need your help. Please."
Silence lingered in the call for merely a second and Harumasa's heart began to race again. He squeezed the phone between his fingers and bit down at his lower lip, waiting for the answer that seemed to take an eternity to come. He opened his mouth, but his words were held at the back of his throat as soon as Wise's voice could be heard again through the phone.
"Let me just get changed and I'll be on my way," Wise muttered. Harumasa could hear some soft noises coming from Wise's end, probably from him walking around wherever he was. "Is everything alright, though? You sound… off. Do you want me to call someone else—"
"No!" Harumasa answered, a little too fast to not make Wise even more alarmed. "I-I just— ahem, well, it's better if… you come on your own. I really need you here, manager," he added in a sigh that neared a cry.
"I'll be there in a minute, I'll hang up."
"T-thanks, manager," Harumasa forced himself to smile before the call ended, trying to keep himself positive about it.
He should've thought about this twice, but there was no room for clear reasoning when he was so damn hard. Arousal clouded his judgment and drove him like instincts guided an animal. What would he even tell Wise when he got there? This was way worse than a regular booty call, way more pathetic too.
Harumasa held the towel against his face, ashamed of himself and the situation he was in. It was going to be fine, he told himself, Wise was always nice to him and always knew what to do.
They couldn't be that close yet, but something about Wise just made him seem like the right person to call. He was caring, kind and always wore that gentle smile that made him look even more handsome. Wise was smart and… always smelled nice, too. He wasn't that strong, but his hands always felt so firm that Harumasa wouldn't mind trusting his life on them. In fact, he wished he could be held by them right now…
"F-fuck…" Harumasa gasped, his hand already back at his cock before he could make notice of it.
Calling Wise suddenly started to feel more and more like the right thing to do. Harumasa pressed his eyes shut and frowned, stripping Wise off his clothes inside his head just to imagine him in all sorts of situations and poses. Harumasa was sure Wise had a nice ass and probably a nice cock too. He wanted to feel it— no, he needed to feel it. How would Wise's voice sound in bed? He looked like the type that would get breathless so easily….
"D-damn it, manager… hurry up…"
Just how far away was the Sixth Street again?
Harumasa pressed his face into the mattress and groaned, his hand coated in his own pre-cum while he turned the bedsheets into an absolute mess. His surroundings started to blur right before his eyes and everything seemed to spin as he shifted around the mattress. Harumasa let out a saddened chuckle, even more annoyed at the thought that all of this was happening because of an orgasm he couldn't reach.
He sat himself back up and grabbed his phone with his still-clean hand. He had already lost count of how many times he checked the clock in the past hour, but there was still hope that more than a few minutes would've passed. "I think I'm going to go crazy—"
Knock knock.
"A-ah!" Harumasa's eyes snapped open and he turned around to face the source of that sound. He wasn't hallucinating, not this time, right? "W-Wise?" He called and clenched his hand around the towel that kept him company until now. "Is that you?"
"Yes?" The muffled voice came from the distance, from the other side of Harumasa's apartment's main door.
"P-perfect," Harumasa gasped and stumbled his way out of his bed, barely wrapped in his towel. He made a crude knot around his waist, just enough to not completely flash his guest right at the door. "J-just a second, I'm grabbing the keys!"
Wise chuckled, "It's fine, Harumasa".
Damn it, Harumsa thought, just then realizing he still didn’t have an explanation or even the slight idea of what he was going to ask Wise to do. All he did until now was to touch himself and moan the manager’s name. What was he even supposed to do with that?!
He sighed one last time, gathered what was left of his pride and dignity, and pulled the door halfway open to peek at Wise. “H-hey there, manager.”
Despite how much he tried to sound natural, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fool Wise and, even if he did, it wouldn’t last long. Wise cocked his head to the side, his eyebrow arched as he stared at Harumasa’s bare shoulder. “Did I arrive at a bad time? Should I come back later?”
“No– well,” Harumasa coughed, not really willing to admit what he had done in the past hour. “Can… you come in? I think it’d be better to explain.”
Wise nodded and Harumasa pulled the door the rest of the way, still hiding behind it like a shield. When Wise was finally inside, Harumasa snapped the door shut like it was all part of some sort of trap and stood in front of it.
He turned around and was met with Wise confused and somewhat flustered gaze over his body. “I s-swear I can explain it,” he muttered. Maybe he should’ve just called his doctor, after all.
“Were you showering?” Wise said and turned his face away. “I-I’m sorry, you didn’t say anything earlier, but you seemed in trouble so I just came over as soon as I could.”
Harumasa felt the air around his face turn hotter and his own skin warm up. He pressed his legs together and held the towel tightly against his crotch. “I-it’s fine, ahem, I just… didn’t have time to change myself yet.”
“Right,” Wise seemed just as lost, and uncomfortable, as Harumasa with the whole situation. Still, he seemed to somehow manage to collect himself again, even facing Harumasa despite the awkwardness and embarrassment. “You said you needed my help, right?”
“Yes,” Harumasa bit his lower lip and threw a glance at the ground between the two of them.
He had known Wise for a while and, admittedly, had one or two feelings for him, too. They’ve gotten closer over the time and even casually flirted a few times, but that was it. He never dared to take another step and Wise didn’t seem like the type to make his move first either, so this was all their relationship was about.
At least, until now.
If they were to be more than friends, Harumasa wanted to make it at least a little corny. Ask the proxy out on a date and buy him silly gifts. This already felt like he was messing it up and, maybe, even screwing whatever chances he had with Wise. Still, if he couldn’t do it by himself, he might as well try to make something out of this weird, awful situation. He was this desperate, after all.
"Can you fuck me?" Harumasa blurted it out after a sigh.
He fixed his eyes on Wise's face and watched his expression slowly shift as realization dawned on him. His cheeks turned into a shade of deep pink in mere seconds and his mouth hung agape, at a complete loss of words. If it wasn't for the predicament he was in, Harumasa would've found Wise's reaction quite amusing to look at.
"W-what?! I mean, ahem, you don't mean—"
"Sex, manager," Harumasa interrupted him, his hands clenched harder at the towel around his waist. "I-I need to have sex with you! Like, right now!" He groaned, looking around. He couldn't believe in his own words, how could he hope to convince Wise?
"I— wait, you said you 'need' us to have sex?" Wise blinked in sheer confusion, he looked at Harumasa from head to toe again and tried to make sense out of the situation.
There was no way he hadn't spotted the bulging tent between his legs at that point, Harumasa thought. Wise was probably going to assume he was some kind of freak or worse. But would explaining his issue make the whole situation any better?
"Yes," Harumasa nodded and finally found the courage to look at Wise in the eyes again. "So…"
Getting caught unarmed by an ethereal would hurt less, if he had to guess. Harumasa explained, in an awfully detailed manner, his current situation to the proxy. From the mere change of medicine to how his permanent boner ruined his entire morning routine and the fruitless attempts he had tried so far. The worst of all was that not even the shame and the humiliation from having to justify his absurd request made his dick go soft. In fact, it stood up as proud and shameless as ever.
Harumasa wanted to know what sort of thought was going through Wise's head. All he could catch were the looks of disbelief, then something like pity with a pinch of amusement. Was he buying it? Or was he trying to find a way to make it out of the apartment? Harumasa hoped it was the first.
"T-that's it," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The skin of his face felt warm to the touch, almost hot enough to oppose the cold from the room's air against his bare body. "I should add that… I find you pretty cute, too, if that makes it any less weird. I just—"
"It doesn't, really," Wise said, but his tone seemed brighter, more relaxed than from moments ago. The proxy chuckled under his breath once he saw Harumasa's troubled, appalled expression. "But I think you're handsome too."
That was not his point, nor what he wanted to hear. An especially painful throb reminded Harumasa of what he still needed to do. "S-so… can we..?" He bit his lip while his core clenched, his body already reacting on its own to the mere sound of Wise's voice.
The answer came with a shy, quiet nod. Before he could make sense out of it, Harumasa had already taken Wise by his hand and dragged him along, guiding him to his bedroom. It was hard to tell if he felt happy or relieved, maybe a bit of both or something else entirely: eagerness. His heart pounded inside his chest and his erection suddenly became harder to hide. Should he even try to be discreet about it at that point? Harumasa groaned, impatient at his own thoughts.
"Is that the medicine you talked about?" Wise asked as he stood near the edge of the bed, hands closed around the hems of his jacket.
The question snapped Harumasa from that trance-like state. He felt his throat close for a moment, as if caught by surprise and by the realization that he was sitting naked in front of Wise. He coughed, shifting onto his side to try to somehow cover his dick. “Y-yeah, why?” He forced a chuckle and looked at Wise over his shoulder. “Need help getting it up? I know I’m a real sight to behold, but I don’t recommend taking these–”
“Harumasa”, Wise interrupted, he leaned over him and placed one hand at each side of Harumasa’s body, trapping him against the bed. “I told you, I think you’re handsome too, no? So stop with these.”
Harumasa felt a tingle run down through his spine all the way to his dick. “Damn it, manager,” he breathed out slowly, suddenly shy. "I might actually believe you if you keep talking like this.”
Wise smiled. "Good," he said, eyes narrowed as his hand hovered over the other man's body, just an inch away from the skin. It didn't take Wise another second before he finally touched Harumasa, his fingers gently trailed up the side of his thigh and then down the curve of his groin — all with a delicate, almost devoted motion.
"Ah—"
Harumasa clenched his jaw and threw his head back, his skin prickled with goosebumps as Wise started to stroke his dick. The difference between this and when he jerked off earlier shouldn't be this big. Maybe it was the anticipation or how sensitive Harumasa made himself with one frustrated attempt to orgasm after the other. Whatever it was, that sensation had him gripping his bedsheets as if his life was on the line, barely moving yet unable to just lay still.
Wise's fingers squeezed him just right. His erection throbbed inside the proxy's grip, leaking small drops whenever Wise rubbed it close to the tip. Harumasa could barely mind the volume of his voice, too busy letting himself be indulged and handled. For the first time in that morning, he started to feel like he could actually come — Wise's hand felt like the best thing in the world, pleasing him better than anything else could.
"Your neighbors might file a complaint against you," Wise warned as he nestled against Harumasa, his lips less than a palm away from the other's ear. "I'm glad you like it, but—"
"T-then do it faster, manager," Harumasa moaned, his voice now barely louder than a whisper after the reprimand. "Please— ah, f-fuck! I need more, m-manager, please!"
Wise sighed, "I get it, I get it… come here," he added as he pulled Harumasa with him to the mattress, one arm wrapped around his body. Wise picked up the pace, circling his wrist to rub the sensitive tip before stroking the rest of the shaft again, up and down and repeat.
Harumasa pressed his eyes shut and tried to focus on the pleasure to actually come this time. His chest waved with his ragged breaths, each faster than the last as anticipation started to stir inside him again. His back arched slightly as he unconsciously thrust into hand stroking him, seeking for more of Wise's touch. "S-stop teasing, hngh…"
"I-I'm not," Wise muttered, looking down at his hand. Wise had put every trick he could remember from the adult videos he watched before at the store in practice and, while he knew what sort of trouble Harumasa had at the moment, it shouldn't take this long for a result. He felt Harumasa's hot breathing against his neck and his fluids soaking his hand, but all he managed to draw out of him were moans and pleas — not even a sign of the orgasm the other had desperately asked him for.
"Fuck me, Wise," Harumasa sobbed, impatient at another fruitless attempt. He rolled onto his side and clung to Wise's shirt, his face pressed into the proxy's shoulder.
"H-Harumasa," Wise widened his eyes. He wrapped his hands around Harumasa's body as the other slid out of his grip and got impossibly close to him. He felt Harumasa's dick pressing against his clothed thigh, the situation suddenly out of his control. "Wait a s-second, let me try something—"
"No, Wise, please," Harumasa gasped and squirmed in the little space he had against Wise's body. He held Wise's face by his chin with one hand to get a look into his eyes. "This isn't doing it… Please, j-just fuck me."
How could he say no to a request like that? He doubted he even had any other option at that moment. Wise simply nodded and leaned to press his lips against Harumasa's as his hand slid down the other's back. He squeezed Harumasa's ass cheek and gasped as the other whimpered into their kiss. "Hold on, I n-need to prepare you—"
"Hnngh, s-stop complicating it," Harumasa whined and took the chance to catch some air. "Just get inside me already, I-I'll have a stroke if you provoke me any more!"
"Y-you'll get hurt," Wise gasped as he felt Harumasa's hand latching onto his crotch and working to strip him off the rest of his clothes. "It won't take long, I j-just—"
Harumasa groaned and smacked Wise's hand away from his. "I don't care, manager. Now, hurry up."
Wise could only watch as Harumasa undressed him as if he was some sort of package. His pants and underwear were dragged down in one go, left at the height of his knees before Harumasa held his already half hard dick. "See," Harumasa huffed after the little effort, "you want it too…"
"I-I never said I didn't," Wise muttered, his fingers pressed against the small of Harumasa's back while his dick hardened under the attention.
Needless to say, Harumasa wasn't interested in returning the favor or wasting any more time in another foreplay. As soon as it looked enough, he moved and straddled Wise's lap. He felt the proxy's dick rubbing the curve of his ass and looked over his shoulder as if to check it. When he turned his head back, Harumasa couldn't help but smile at Wise's helpless expression.
"What now, manager?" Harumasa purred and placed his hands on top of Wise's chest as he lifted his ass slightly to angle the motion. "Are you scared?"
"Sort of," Wise nodded, his voice shaky. He held onto Harumasa's waist, but nothing else. He knew he had lost control over the situation and the best he could do was to follow the other's commands at that point. "T-this is a little… too hot for me."
Harumasa chuckled, "if you weren't so reliable, I wouldn't have called you. Think of this as a treat for you helping me out, ok?"
Circling his hips one last time, Harumasa felt the tip of Wise's dick press against his asshole and sat down on it in one go. He hissed as a mix of pain and pleasure climbed up his spine as he felt his muscles being forcefully stretched — a price he was willing to pay at that point. Harumasa moaned, his knees suddenly weak.
"E-easy there," Wise gasped after he had nearly choked on his own words. "I t-told you, you'll get yourself h-hurt."
"H-hahh, I'm… I'm a toughie, manager," Harumasa breathed out, trying to get used to the feeling as Wise's cock pressed against his insides. "I can take you j-just fine, I promise."
Hurting him or not, his craving was far too great to have something like that in mind. Harumasa gritted his teeth and moved, his body leaning into his hands for support. He lifted his ass slightly, then lowered it again in one go, letting Wise's cock all the way back inside. Both men moaned and held into each other's bodies, almost dazed by the feeling.
Harumasa did it again — two, three, four times until he managed to pick up the pace. The sound of their bodies pounding against each other filled the room along with the creaking of the bed.
His mouth hung agape, feeling the muscles around his core strain with the effort of each motion, while Wise still seemed lost in the sensation, unable to do anything but serve as his partner. "Y-you're such a pillow princess, a-aren't you, manager?" Harumasa gasped, feeling himself clenched around Wise.
The only answer was a raw, strangled cry from the man under him. He was clearly overwhelmed. Harumasa let out a breathless chuckle and shook his head slightly, as this was his idea and doing after all. And he wasn't feeling bad on his end, either. If anything, riding Wise made him feel the best he had felt that morning: the pleasure had him moving with renewed eagerness, with the hopes that this would finally work.
After a couple minutes bouncing on Wise's cock and having it prod against his swollen prostate, Harumasa started to feel close to his orgasm again. Each thrust inside his ass made his loins burn and tingle with that familiar anticipation that tormented him all morning.
He slowly reached for his dick again and jerked himself off along with the sway of his and Wise's hips. He closed his fingers around the sensitive tip, watching it leak and drip on top of Wise's stomach, like if it was almost, at the very edge of bursting. Wise, too, tightened his grip at Harumasa's waist and started to pull him back against his crotch, reaching deeper inside him. If he could keep this up, then maybe—
"H-Harumasa," Wise sobbed, acting like that name barely managed to escape his throat. "I-I'm close— h-hah, I'm going to come!"
Harumasa's legs tensed on their own as soon as he made sense out of Wise's words. He looked down at the proxy, still just at the verge of coming, but not quite there yet. Harumasa shook his head, fruitlessly trying to resist as Wise pulled him down against his cock. "W-wait, manager! You c-can't, please! H-hold on a little longer!"
He wasn't sure why, but something about Wise coming first made him feel desperate, almost in panic. Maybe it was jealousy, seeing the proxy achieve something he was so restlessly working for like that; or maybe it was just the uncertainty — what if Wise couldn't keep up anymore and went soft after coming? What if Harumasa was left hanging, at the very edge again?
He thought about slowing down or doing something else, but Wise groaned out loudly, not really willing to debate it. The proxy whined through gritted teeth, arching his back off the mattress as Harumasa refused to keep coming down. "W-we can try— hmph! S-something else! Just l-let me have this, I—"
"No!" Harumasa shook his head, strangling a moan at the back of his throat. "I-I still need more, you can't!"
This felt like nonsense, the absurdity of his situation made it almost comical in a way. Wise had been doing nothing but trying to help Harumasa orgasm for the past hour or so, but Harumasa still refused him the same favor. Part of him just didn't want to be the only one craving, aching for the climax — if he had to endure the denial, why couldn't Wise do it too?
But it wasn't like he could control the proxy. In fact, he could barely control himself. Harumasa felt Wise thrust even harder inside his ass, pushing in a way that had Harumasa drooling and seeing stars. Harumasa was too sensitive to even think properly, to the point of mindlessly searching for even the slightest of sensations that could push him over the edge before Wise finished inside him.
He sighed, looking down at the proxy one last time.
"M-manager," he bit his lip, unsure if he was even being heard, "t-tickle me, please! Just use your hands a-and I'll let you come," he said as if that was up to him to decide and not a simple matter of very little time.
"T-tickle?" Wise frowned slightly, clearly confused at the request, but lacked the concentration to ask about it or even confirm if he had heard it right. The idea sounded strange at that point, but if that would make Harumasa stop trying to edge him, he wouldn't question it. So, the proxy nodded, and his fingers that were simply holding Harumasa's body started to squeeze and pinch at his waist.
"F-fuhuck!" Harumasa choked on a giggle, his fingers clenching as tight as they could at Wise's shirt. As Wise's clumsy, uncoordinated fingers tickled at his sides and hips, Harumasa dropped his full weight on the proxy's lap, feeling his dick prod deep inside him again. "K-keep gohoing, aha— p-plehease!"
Harumasa didn't even remember the last time this thought had crossed his mind. It could be while he read one of those absurd fanfics about himself or just a weird porn video he stumbled upon during a long, lonely night. Getting tickled at bed, while having sex — a distant, almost absurd fantasy that laid dormant in the back of his brain. Still, why not try it as well at this point? Maybe this would be what did the trick, or even the awakening of something else inside him.
"Slow down, H-Harumasa," Wise gasped, trying to keep his hands latched onto the other's body. He kept squeezing, rubbing and drilling his thumbs at the spot where Harumasa's thighs met the rest of his body and hoped it would do the trick. "D-do you like this?" Wise managed to grin slightly, gently dragging his nails over the tender, reddened skin.
"S-shuhut up, a-ahh!" Harumasa moaned, a crooked smile pulling at his lips as he tried to balance himself on the proxy's lap. "J-juhust don't stohohop it!"
The feeling itself was hard to describe. It made him feel thrilled, almost elated as forced laughter poured past his lips, mingled with moans and needy gasps. Part of him wanted to smack Wise's hands away, stop the ticklish assault running loose over his body, but Harumasa didn't even dare to entertain such ideas. If anything, he wanted more — he wanted Wise's hands all over him, to be touched and teased non-stop while the proxy fucked him senseless.
He slowly stopped making sense of his surroundings and immersed himself into the sensations: the tickling that flared up his nerves and the pleasure that made his head spin. Harumasa finally let out a breathless 'yes' before he came, a large and warm load of his seed shooting from his cock and landing almost all the way up to Wise's face.
His body went limp for a second and he took his sweet time to come down from that blissful high. When he took note of himself again, he was panting on top of Wise's lap with sperm dripping down his ass cheeks and thighs.
"T-thank you, m-manager," Harumasa gasped, his vision still a little blurry. "I-I'm sohorry… I should've w-warned you—"
"I-it's fine," Wise nodded, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead and his flushed skin gleam under the dim light of the bedroom. He lifted his hands to hold Harumasa's, both of them trembling as Wise's cock slid out of the other's ass.
Harumasa laid on his stomach by Wise's side, his legs starting to ache as if he had just finished a marathon. He chuckled to himself, barely minding the mess around his bed. "You did better than I thought— f-fuck, t-that was amazing…"
Wise rolled onto his side, the tenderness in his eyes unmasked as he stared at Harumasa's naked body.
Before silence could completely fill the room, just when their breathing was slowly becoming steadier again, Wise reached down and slid his fingers around the small of Harumasa's back, leaving a trail of goosebumps around the little path he traced.
Harumasa didn't say anything, his face still half pressed against the mattress while Wise continued his little experiment. When Harumasa thought he was getting used to the caresses, Wise poked at the spot at the bottom of his ribs and Harumasa jerked away as if he had been electrocuted.
"M-manager?!" Harumasa gasped, arms quickly wrapped around his side. "What was that for? You scared me!"
"Huh, you're actually ticklish," Wise muttered to himself and Harumasa gulped at the comment. "When did you find out you were into it?"
"What?! I-I'm not into anything, what are you talking about?"
"You asked me to tickle you," Wise explained, unbothered and tranquil like he always was. "Back then, when I was fucking—"
"H-hey, hey, hey!" Harumasa hushed, pushing a finger against Wise's lips. "No need to word it like that, manager. We had a moment together— something special." He frowned, turning around to face Wise. "Don't speak so casually of me. At least make me stand out from the rest."
"T-there is no 'rest'," Wise chuckled, nuzzling into Harumasa's hand. "But answer my question: are you into tickling, Harumasa?"
Harumasa huffed and rolled his eyes at the question, feigning annoyance. "It was just for the moment, why are you so fixated on it— ahAHA! M-manager!"
"Where else are you ticklish?" Wise insisted, his tone suddenly more playful as his fingers wiggled against Harumasa's bare side. "Under your arms? Maybe your feet?"
"Wise, stohohop— wait! I-I sahahaid stop it!"
It didn't take Wise a lot of effort to win their little wrestling. Despite his pants tangling up around his legs, there wasn't a lot in his way considering how worn out his partner was. Before he knew it, Harumasa was trapped under his weight — laughing, almost screaming, as Wise's fingers kneaded and squeezed around his ribs.
"You didn't answer me," Wise cooed, scratching the soft skin with the tips of his nails, "why do you like tickling so much? You sound like you're dying right now."
Harumasa whined, dealing little-to-no-damage as he punched Wise's shoulders in an attempt of retaliation. "B-BecahAHause I ahaham!!" He threw his head back, his arms pressing down against his sides as hard as he could to stop Wise's fingers from finding any other ticklish spot.
This was awful, an even bigger disaster if anything. From all the things that had happened this morning, why was it tickling that captured Wise's attention? Harumasa let out an annoyed groan through the laughter and tried to roll back on his stomach. He tried to crawl away, only to be stopped by Wise tickling him under his arm.
"Do you like this? Should I do it harder? Or gentler?"
"YOHOHOU— ahahah, y-yohohou should stohop it, you jeheherk!" Harumasa whined, scrunching up his shoulders as Wise spoke against his ear. The manager laid himself over Harumasa's back, each of his hands nestled under one of Harumasa's arms as he tickled wherever he could reach.
"Come on," Wise chuckled, starting to see the charm behind this whole tickling-thing. "Didn't you call me for help with this?"
"T-that's dihihifferent, you—"
"Harumasa," Wise stopped, his fingers suddenly still against Harumasa's body, "your phone is ringing."
"W-what?" Harumasa sighed. He blinked a few times, coming back down to his senses, and noticed the device vibrating nearby, the screen lit up. 'Deputy Chief Tsukishiro'. "S-shit, I need to pick that up!"
He pulled himself closer to the corner of the bed and took the call as soon as he reached his phone. "H-hello, Deputy Chief!"
"Hi, Asaba. Are you feeling any better?" She sighed softly on the other side of the line, "I wanted to apologize for earlier. I think I may have sounded a little too rough and—"
"AHah—" Harumasa squealed before he could muffle his laughter against the mattress. He looked over his shoulder and saw one of Wise's hands moving over his side. "I-it's fihihine!"
"…are you laughing?"
"N-no! Noho, no no! Not ahahat all!" Harumasa clenched his jaw, trying to hit Wise with his free hand. "J-just dehealing with some ahannoying thiHIhings!"
"I see," Yanagi sighed and Harumasa could almost see her eyebrow twitching with anger. She was going to work him to death for this. "You seem better, in any case. I'll be counting on you again from tomorrow onwards, then. There is a lot of work left to do—"
"WAHahait, w-wahait, Depuhuty Chihief!" Harumasa gasped, both hands clenched around his phone while he tried to curl himself into a ball to escape from Wise's tickling. "I-I mihight need another daHAhay! I-I cohouldn't get an appointment with my doHOHoctor!"
"I'm sure our medical team will have any problem solved, Asaba. Rest for the remainder of the day. We will talk more tomorrow."
"D-deputy Chihief! J-Just a secohond—"
The call ended after a small, almost quiet click. Harumasa felt his heart drop and, worse, Wise's hands picked up the pace. He couldn't even process the fact that he would have to go back to the office the next day before he started to laugh again. "M-MAhanager! S-she got mahad at me!"
"I'm sure you're fine," Wise chuckled, pinning Harumasa's hands against the mattress. "Besides, I heard she let you off for the rest of the day, so let me take care of you, okay? ~"
"A-absolutely not! You ahare going to t-take advantage of meheh— h-hey! D-dohon't you dahAHARE!!"
That was such a great fic. I haven't read one with these two for a while, so I'm all the more happier that I got to read one, especially from you. 💖💖Harumasa is such a needy boy and it's kinda cute how our Proxy came to his aid. I loved how you portrayed his inner struggle that escalated quickly once Wise was there. He just couldn't hold back his inner desires anymore~ Also, I'm glad that he could solve his problem at the end...
A/N: @lovelynim I wish you a wonderful happy birthday~ How quickly did another year pass. I hope, that the new year will only have nice and exciting moments for you. It's my first time writing for these two, so I hope they're not too OOC. Have a great day and enjoy it to your fullest.
Summary: Surprise
Words: 1,689 words under the cut
The first sign that something was wrong was that Qifrey wasn't humming. Olruggio noticed it while sitting at the atelier's kitchen table, a steaming mug of herbal tea resting between his hands as he watched the other moving around.
Normally, Qifrey filled every room he entered with some sort of noise. Humming while organizing books, chatting with the girls or muttering to himself while drawing glyphs - even his footsteps somehow carried an energetic rhythm with them. Today, however, the atelier felt oddly quiet.
Not silent - Tetia had certainly made enough noise before the girls left for somewhere, but quiet enough that Olruggio found himself paying attention. He glanced toward the workshop. Qifrey had passed by the doorway three times in the last ten minutes. Each time carrying something different. First a stack of books, then a basket, then a bundle of cloth.
Every single time, he had spotted Olruggio watching and immediately turned around, avoiding his watchful eyes. It was suspicious. Olruggio took another sip of tea and waited. Sure enough, less than a minute later Qifrey appeared again. This time carrying absolutely nothing. The moment their eyes met, Qifrey smiled. "G-Good afternoon, Olruggio."
Olruggio raised an eyebrow. "...We've already spoken three times today." "Have we?" "Yes." "Oh." Qifrey laughed - it sounded forced, not as he remembered his friend laughing. The ravenhead narrowed his eyes. There it was again- that tiny hesitation, the almost imperceptible stiffness in Qifrey's shoulders. Most people wouldn't have noticed it.
Olruggio had known him for years. He noticed. Qifrey started backing away. "Well then, I should get back to-" "Qifrey." The witch froze. "Yes?" "What are you hiding?" Immediately, the white-haired smiled wider. "I'm not hiding anything." The answer came far too quickly.
"Mm." "Really." "Mm." A brief silence settled between them, then Qifrey pointed vaguely toward the workshop. "I- I have work to do." "You've been walking in circles for the last ten minutes, surely you can answer my question first." Qifrey blinked. "...Did I?" "Yes." "Oh."
Olruggio sighed. It was almost impressive. For someone so clever, Qifrey could be remarkably transparent whenever he became excited about something. The realization seemed to dawn on Qifrey as well. A faint blush crept across his cheeks. "Perhaps I am a little… distracted."
"That's one way to put it." Qifrey coughed. "Anyway." He turned, wanting to escape that situation as soon as possible, Olruggio wouldn’t let him though. The sound of a chair being pushed back could be heard- the sound made Qifrey stop. Slowly, he looked back over his shoulder. Olruggio was already walking towards him, stopping directly beside him.
"Tell me what you're hiding." "No." "Why not?" "Because it's a secret- aHh!" Qifrey immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. Olruggio's grin widened. "A secret, hm?" "..." "A secret from me." "It isn't like that." Qifrey looked away, the blush on his face deepened. That only made Olruggio more curious.
Whatever this was, it clearly mattered enough that Qifrey was willing to suffer through embarrassment to keep it hidden, which meant Olruggio absolutely needed to know. "For someone who claims to be mysterious," Olruggio said, "you're terrible at this." "I’m not." "You are." "Then why are you blushing?" "I am not blushing," Qifrey groaned.
Before he could retreat, Olruggio stepped behind him, cutting off his escape route. Years of friendship had taught him exactly how Qifrey reacted when cornered. Predictably, Qifrey immediately tried to sidestep and Olruggio caught him around the waist. "Olruggio!" The ravenhead rested his chin on Qifrey's shoulder. "Last chance, tell me what you’re hiding."
"No." "Tell me!" "NoOHoho." The answer dissolved into startled laughter as Olruggio's fingers found his sides, pressing softly into them. Qifrey jerked so hard he nearly knocked them both off balance. "Ah!" His hands immediately grabbed Olruggio's wrists, but that didn’t stop the other from his friendly interrogation.
Soft, helpless laughter spilled out of his lips before he could stop it. "Olruhuggiohoho! D-Dohohon't!" "Then talk." Qifrey squirmed in his grasp. The movement only made things worse. He had always been sensitive, unable to control his reactions when being touched.
Luckily, Olruggio was the only person who knew about it and made use of it whenever he felt like it or just wanted to mess with him. Years of friendship had told him that, and the other hadn't lost his skill, although it has been months since the last time he had suffered this treatment. He became painfully aware of this, when the other moved his fingers to his ribs.
Qifrey was laughing so hard he could barely stand anymore. "Ohohoho noHoho! NoOHhoot thehEhre!" "That's not an answer." "It means nohoHoho!" Olruggio couldn't help laughing himself. The sound of Qifrey's laughter was so infectious - bright and warm- completely different from the composed image he showed the rest of the world.
For a moment, Olruggio almost forgot he was interrogating him. "What are you hiding? Come on, you can tell me~" he asked again in a teasing voice, fingers wiggling to his stomach and around his navel. "Nahahaha! I cahahan't tell you!" "Why?" "Because then it wohohon't be a surprise!" The moment the words escaped him, Qifrey froze. Olruggio froze too.
Using the other’s distraction, Qifrey managed to wriggle free at last and stumbled forward triumphantly. "Forget I said that!" His victory lasted exactly two seconds. A stack of books lying on the floor caught his foot. Qifrey stumbled, tried to windmill with his arms to regain his footing, but fell with a thumb to the ground in the end. "WAHH!"
Both men were staring at each other, before laughing. Olruggio was the first to find his voice again. "Are you alright?" he asked, offering him a hand. Qifrey wiped a tear of mirth from his eye and accepted it, pulling himself up. "Yeah, thank you." "You're welcome." The moment he stood again, Olruggio noticed a quill resting on a nearby worktable and he smiled.
He still had something to do. Qifrey saw the look on his face but before he could even try to start another attempt to run away, Olruggio had cornered him against a wall, looming over him like a predator, the quill having disappeared from the table.
"You still haven't answered my question yet." "Don't-" Qifrey panted. Olruggio gently brushed the feather beneath Qifrey's chin, making the white-haired squeaked. "HIYAH!" The sound startled both of them. Olruggio immediately lost all self-control and laughed while Qifrey covered his face. "Ihit tiHickles!" "I hope it does, old friend~"
The feather danced lightly across the side of Qifrey's neck, sliding along his ear. The reaction didn't take long to come. "AHAHHAH! IHIHIHI!" Qifrey jumped nearly a foot into the air. "Oh, that's even worse than when I tickled your sides." "O-OHohHlru- ehHEHEHeh!"
The feather returned to tease the soft skin under his chin and Qifrey bend his head to his side in a fruitless try to escape its touch, dissolving into helpless giggles. "Hihihihi!" "There?" "N-Nohoho!" "How about here~" The feather brushed his neck again, leaving a trace of goosebumps. Qifrey let out another high-pitched squeal and slapped a hand over his mouth.
Unfortunately, that happened at the exact moment the front door opened. The workshop fell silent. Both men froze. Coco, Agott, Tetia, and Richeh stood in the doorway. "..." "..." "..." Tetia blinked. "Um." Qifrey's face turned scarlet. Olruggio lowered the quill behind his back, taking a step back from his friend, who still was corned to the wall.
Coco looked between them, both clearly trying not to look at her. An awkward silence followed. Thankfully, Tetia burst forward before anyone could ask questions. "Master Qifrey! We finished everything!" Qifrey immediately seized the opportunity. "Excellent!" he clapped his hands together - his voice cracked halfway through the word though.
Olruggio coughed into his hand. Agott narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What exactly were you two doing?" "Nothing." The answer came simultaneously from both men. That only made it look worse. Richeh tilted her head. "Why are you both red?" "No reason." "Absolutely no reason." Another suspicious silence followed. Then Coco smiled.
"We actually came back because we wanted to surprise Master Olruggio." Olruggio blinked. "What?" "We planned a picnic." "A picnic?" Tetia nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we prepared everything this morning." "We wanted it to be a surprise," Richeh added. Coco grinned. "You always help everyone, so we thought it'd be nice to do something for you."
For a moment, Olruggio simply stared at them, processing what they had said. Then his ears turned red - very red - and he immediately looked away. "...You didn't have to do that," he mumbled. "We wanted to." The girls smiled. Olruggio rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with being the center of attention. Qifrey noticed it instantly.
The teasing smile that appeared on his face was one Olruggio knew very well. "Olruggio is touched." "I'm not." "He definitely is, good job everyone." Olruggio shot him a glare and Qifrey's grin only widened. That’s for earlier. Thankfully, he redirected the girls before they could focus on Olruggio's embarrassment any further.
"Well then, let's go everyone." The girls immediately began talking excitedly about everything they had prepared as they made their way out. As they headed outside, Coco glanced back at the two adults walking behind them and smiled to herself.
Master Qifrey and Master Olruggio really were good friends - though she could've sworn she'd heard a lot more laughing than usual before they opened the door. She shook her head. Surely, she had only imagined it, she thought before joining Tetia and the others.
Behind them, Qifrey and Olruggio followed at a more relaxed pace. For a moment, neither said anything, then Qifrey leaned slightly closer. "They almost caught us, be more careful next time!" Olruggio snorted. "So, you want me to tickle you again?"
Qifrey looked horrified at the other's teasing grin, then both men laughed with Olruggio patting his back in a friendly manner. The argument settled, they continued after the girls, side-eying one another with matching smirks as the afternoon sun warmed the path ahead.
hi there! i dont mean to be rude at all, and i apologize if i come off that way, but are you aware that the picture used in your "sunday night, movie night" fic is ai? its a wonderful fic of course, but a writer yourself, i assume you too would dislike generative ai and how it steals from artists. i just wanted to let you know in case you didnt notice, have a wonderful day!
Hey anon, sorry for the late reply and thanks a lot for your question. First of all, you didn't come off as rude or impolite, so don't worry.
I'm glad that you enjoyed my story. Now, truth to be told, even though I am a writer, I do admit, that the pictures I used for this story were generated with AI. I couldn't find any real fitting images, so I "created" one of my own. There's nothing to justify and I know that it might anger some people here. It's a hot topic after all, and looking at the increasing development, it will only get worse...
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Reunion written by Fred Uhlman
"Two sixteen-year-old boys attend the same exclusive school. One is the son of a doctor; the other comes from a wealthy noble family. An intimate friendship develops between the two - a perfect, magical bond. A year later, the relationship has shattered. This took place in Germany in 1933…"
A/N: I watched the "future" episode of BNHA and how could I not notice the special manufacture of Bakugou's backseat? Well, the three of them in one car was just too good to be left out.
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The inside of Bakugou’s car was warmer than Midoriya expected. Not just temperature-wise, but also the seats. He shifted slightly in the back, then stilled. “…Whoa.” He sank, actually sank. The soft cushion gave way under him in this slow, almost ridiculous way, like it was hugging him back.
He leaned his head against the side, his shoulders relaxing before he even noticed it happening. “Your car is really comfortable, Kacchan,” he said, a little softer than usual. “Tch. Obviously,” Bakugou replied from the driver’s seat, “didn’t buy it to be uncomfortable.”
From the passenger seat, Kirishima twisted around halfway, resting his arm over the backrest as he looked at Midoriya. “Dude, you look super comfy back there,” he laughed. “Yeah, it’s surprisingly fluffy,” Midoriya commented, then shifted again. He sank even deeper. “…It feels like floating on a cloud...”
Kirishima grinned. “Careful, you might not make it to the reunion. We’ll have to peel you out of the seat.” “Don’t joke about that,” Bakugou muttered, “if he gets stuck, I’m leaving him.” Midoriya smiled faintly, already relaxed in a way he hadn’t been all week.
They were on their way to see everyone again- properly, with no emergencies, no missions - just a reunion - and for once, things felt… easy. The car hummed quietly for a while, city lights slid across the windows in soft streaks. For a moment, it almost felt peaceful, then Kirishima turned in his seat slightly.
“Still kinda wild, huh?” the redhead said, glancing between the road and Midoriya. “Todoroki making number two.” Midoriya nodded immediately. “Yeah… but it makes sense. He’s been working really hard and his control’s gotten so much better since U.A. - like, remember during training camp when-”
“Oh man,” Kirishima laughed, cutting in, “training camp was chaos.” Midoriya perked up a bit more. “It really was! Actually- Kirishima, didn’t you-” The redhead titled his head slightly. “Didn’t I what?” Midoriya hesitated for a moment. Then smiled as he remembered. “You… ehm You got really flustered that one time.” Kirishima blinked. “Huh, did I?”
“There was that time with the training weights and Mina,” Midoriya added, a little more confidently now, “when she teased you about-” “HEY,” Kirishima cut in quickly, pointing at him, “watch it, that was ages ago...” he mumbled, a bit flustered now. Midoriya froze for a second, then laughed a little. “I’m just saying! You turned really red-” “I did not!”
“You did! And you kept trying to act normal afterwards, but it was really obvious that-” Kirishima turned fully in his seat now, grin sharp but just slightly strained. “Midoriya, come one man, that’s not very manly...” Midoriya, now fully in the memory, didn’t stop. “And then Kaminari made it worse because he kept bringing it up, and you just-”
“Midoriya,” Kirishima repeated, slower this time, “please, I’m warning you!” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed slightly in the rearview mirror. “Oi, Deku.” However, the green bean was still muttering, now half-laughing to himself at his own recollections, completely unaware of the warning tone in Kirishima’s voice - much to the redhead’s dismay.
“And then during that same week, there was actually that other time where you-” “Alright, that’s it,” Kirishima said suddenly, “you asked for it!” Midoriya looked up, still half-muttering. “Huh? Asked for it…?” Kirishima’s grin turned sharper at the edges.
“Bringing up that old story about my- *cough* anyways, you’re in trouble now Midoriya, because I also remember something from training camp… the pull-up bar incident…” Kirishima teased, wiggling a hand at him. That made Midoriya pause. Then blink. Then he looked genuinely confused. “…EH! You’re g-g-gonna t-tickle me?”
Bakugou sighed loudly. “Don’t start anything in my car!” The car slowed slightly at a red light and came to a stop. Kirishima stared at him. “Bakugou?” Bakugou exhaled through his nose as he side-eyed his friend. “Don’t you dare-”
But there was a fire burning in his friend’s ruby eyes - nothing could stop him now, not his seatbelt and not the blonde’s warning stare at him. Kirishima unbuckled his seatbelt. “I warned him.” “Shitty Hair- HEY! I said- argh- Kirishima!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not ruining your precious car interior, Bakugou,” Kirishima said as he leaned down, tugging his shoes loose quickly and kicking them off near the passenger footwell. Then he straightened, flexing his toes once against the floor. Midoriya blinked. “Wait- What?” “See? Not gonna mess up your car,” Kirishima said smiling.
“That’s not even- *sigh* I swear to god,” Bakugou growled, “if you even think about-” But Kirishima was already moving. Before Midoriya could even process what was happening, he turned himself around in one smooth motion, and climbed carefully over the center console into the backseat like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Midoriya’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait- K-Kirishima?” The redhead clicked his seatbelt into the backseat latch without even looking, then he looked at Midoriya, grinned, and launched forward. The green-haired barely had time to inhale before Kirishima’s hands found his flanks, eagerly scribbling over them. The reaction was instant.
Midoriya’s entire body jolted the moment his hands landed at his sides, fingers digging in just enough to make him gasp. “EhEhe! NoHOHoHOHo!” Midoriya whined, trying to curl away, but the soft structure of the backseat betrayed him completely. Every time he tried to twist away, he just sank deeper into the cushion, his laughter spilling out uncontrollably.
“You had your chance!” Kirishima laughed as his fingers danced up and down his sides in quick, relentless motions that made Midoriya squirm helplessly. “AhH! BuhuHut iHiht- ehEhehh- iHit tihihickles!” “No kidding,” Kirishima shot back, grinning as he leaned closer, keeping him pinned more by presence than force.
“Hahaha- w-wait! I cahaHhan’t!” “Yeah, I can see that,” Kirishima laughed, already enjoying this way too much. Bakugou’s voice cut in from the front. “HEY! Are you seriously doing this right now?! In my car?!” Kirishima didn’t even look up. “He started it!”
“I did NOT start- EEK!” Midoriya’s protest dissolved into laughter as Kirishima shifted his grip, fingers now targeting his lower ribs in quick, rhythmic bursts that made it impossible to catch his breath properly. “D-Dehahahah- K-Kirishima-kun stoohohop!” Bakugou’s eye twitched.
“I am seconds away from throwing both of you out.” But even as he said it, his voice wasn’t as sharp as before. His eyes wandered to the rearview mirror, despite himself, and he could see it clearly: Midoriya laughing too hard to even sit upright, Kirishima fully leaning into the moment, grinning like an idiot while continuing his relentless tickle assault.
Something about it - that annoying, loud, stupidly familiar laughter - made Bakugou’s mouth twitch upward before he could stop it. “Tch.” Kirishima looked up in that very moment, not even stopping his ticklish assault, and their eyes met. His smirked back at the other, as if catching him red-handed.
The blonde quickly looked away, focusing back on the road again, a faint blush creeping up to his ears. The light finally turned green and Bakugou stepped on the gas. However, the laughing didn't stop, it only got more intensive. Bakugou played with the thought to switch on the radio, but that would've been more annoying.
“Keep it quiet, someone tries to drive he-” “Pfft- aHAHAHAHAhahAHAH!” Midoriya’s laughter cut him off entirely, bright and uncontrollable as Kirishima suddenly switched spots, fingers slipping up toward his armpits in quick, teasing bursts. “Hey! Don’t ignore me, I said-” “NO! NOHOHOT THERE!” “Oh, that’s a bad spot?” Kirishima’s grin widened. “Good to know~”
Midoriya tried to grab his wrists, but his hands kept missing, his coordination completely gone as he laughed. “K-Kirishima plehehease! I’m soHohorry!” “You were talking big a minute ago,” Kirishima teased, scribbling faster. “I- HAHA I wasn’t!” Bakugou groaned audibly for them to hear. The redhead looked up again, trying to give the other an apologizing look.
"Hehe sorry Bakugou, it's not my fault Midoriya is so ticklish~" Using the momentum of the red-haired’s distraction, Midoriya managed to somehow catch Kirishima’s side, immediately squeezing it. Kirishima jerked. “H-HEY!” he giggled. Midoriya, still laughing, took advantage of it right away, poking into his side with clumsy but determined fingers. “G-GoHot you!”
“OH, you wanna go?!” Kirishima shot back, laughing, as he immediately dove back in, tickling him harder. Both of them laughing, both trying to tickle the other, though Kirishima clearly had the upper hand - better reach, better control, and Midoriya still half-trapped in the stupidly soft seat. “HaAhhaha! K-Kirishima!”
The redhead didn't even need to use his Quirk to hold the upper hand - well, he wouldn't have done so anyways. For once, it was unmanly to cheat and for second Bakugou would kill him for sure, if he would use his Hardening Quirk inside his car. Bakugou clicked his tongue again, his patience reaching his climax.
“Shut up,” he muttered, glancing up at the mirror again. “EheHEHE MidoriHiya, you started t-thiHis!” “I dihihid not!” Bakugou slammed his palm lightly against the steering wheel. “SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!” Neither of them did.
Midoriya’s laughter came in breathless bursts now, his attempts to fight back getting weaker as Kirishima kept finding those same spots over and over again, like he was memorizing them on the fly, fingers now wiggling and poking his stomach. “Okay- Okay! StHohop- I’m- ahAhahH I’m soOHohorrry!” “You already tried that,” Kirishima laughed.
“Thihihis time I mean it!” “Oh~ So you were lying back there, ehh~” “NOhoHOHHOH! AhAHAHAHHH!” They reached another red light an Bakugou executed an unnecessarily hard emergency stop. The interior of the car finally fell silent. He turned around and stared at the two of them, an - unknown to him - almost jealous-looking expression on his face.
“If I hear one more laugh or giggle from either of you, I’m leaving you on the side of the road, for real this time,” he said flatly, before facing the street again. Kirishima finally eased up, hands slowing, then stopping entirely. "Sorry, Bakugou... I got a bit too excited," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Midoriya slumped back fully into the seat, chest rising and falling, a breathless laugh still escaping him every now and then. "Kacchan I..." Midoriya didn't continue, unsure what to say. From the front, Bakugou glanced at the mirror one more time, sighing. “…Dumbasses, try to keep it quite at least, okay?” But he didn’t sound annoyed. Not really.
Kirishima grinned, giving him a thumbs up. “You got it, bro~” Midoriya huffed, still smiling despite himself, visibly relaxed. “Of course, Kacchan~” The two giggled to themselves, exchanging small pokes and squeezes for the rest of the drive, unaware of the other's gaze as he watched his two friends continues little tickly squirrel at the back seat.
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Bonus
The engine cut off with a sharp, final click. Silence settled inside the car. Bakugou kept his hands on the wheel for a second longer than necessary, exhaling slowly through his nose like he was trying very hard not to say something. He only managed to hold back for a few seconds. “You two are annoying as hell.”
Midoriya, still a little slumped into the backseat, let out a quiet, leftover breath of laughter while Kirishima snorted beside him. “C’mon, it wasn’t that bad,” Kirishima said, “and don’t think I didn’t notice you looking at us,” he teased. Bakugou turned his head just enough to glare at them over his shoulder. “You were screaming.”
“I wasn’t screaming,” Midoriya protested weakly. “You absolutely were,” Bakugou shot back, “both of you. The whole damn drive!” Kirishima stretched his arms behind his head, completely unbothered by his friend’s words. “Sounds like someone’s jealous he wasn’t having fun.” Bakugou’s eye twitched. “I don’t need that kind of ‘fun’,” he snarled.
There was a slight pause. Then Kirishima slowly turned his head. Midoriya did the same. They looked at each other and something unspoken passed between them almost instantly. Bakugou noticed. “…Don’t.” The redhead’s grin spread first, Midoriya’s followed - smaller, but definitely there. “Don’t what, Ka-tsu-ki?” Kirishima asked innocently.
Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “I know that look.” “You’re imagining things,” Midoriya said, which already sounded like a lie. Bakugou opened his door. “I’m getting out.” He didn’t make it. Two hands grabbed him at once and the door closed again. “HEY?!”
Kirishima hooked an arm around his middle from behind, pulling him backward, while Midoriya grabbed his arm to keep him from bracing against the door. Bakugou twisted immediately, but the angle was all wrong - half-turned in his seat, caught off-balance - and then he was dragged back.
“WHAT THE HELL, SHITY HAIR?!” Kirishima shifted fast, sitting back properly and pulling Bakugou with him, until Bakugou ended up in his lap. “Are you serious right now?!” Bakugou snapped, trying to push himself up, but Kirishima locked his arms loosely around him, keeping him in place - not tight, just enough so that he couldn’t break free.
“We thought you might need some tickles as well,” Kirishima said brightly, a smug grin on his face. Midoriya smiled at his childhood friend. “…S-Sorry, Kacchan.” “Deku, don’t you dare-” Kirishima’s stroke first, fingers digging into the blonde’s side. Bakugou jerked. A sharp inhale- then a short, startled sound slipped out before he could stop it. “NnGn!”
He cursed on the inside, by his body’s betrayal. “Oh?” The redhead’s grin widened instantly. “No way, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is still as ticklish as ever, awesome~” Bakugou immediately clamped his mouth shut, glaring. “Try it again and I’ll-” Kirishima did. Both hands this time, fingers pressing and scribbling into his sides, right above his hips.
Bakugou’s shoulders tensed hard. “Tch-! KiHirishi- n-noHOho!” But his body reacted anyway - jerking again, breath hitching as he tried to twist out of Kirishima’s hold. “Stay still,” Kirishima laughed, adjusting his grip just enough to keep him from slipping away, “you know you’re gonna like it, so just enjoy it~” he teased. “Huh! F-FuUHuck ohohoff!”
Bakugou was doing his best to break free from him, but the tickling made it really difficult to gather his strength. “LehehHt gohoo of me, damn it!” he cursed, feeling his face heating up from embarrassment. Midoriya shifted closer. “…Kirishima? Ehm, where-” “Shoes,” Kirishima said immediately, not even looking at him, “take ‘em off.” Bakugou froze. “…Don’t.”
Fuck, he was so damn screwed. Midoriya hesitated for only a second. Then reached down. “Kacchan, I- uh-” “Deku!” That tone should’ve stopped him - it didn’t. He grabbed Bakugou’s kicking leg in an armlock and slipped his shoe off, revealing a black wiggling sock, before letting it fall to the floormat. Kirishima laughed under his breath. “Too late now.”
Bakugou tried to jerk his legs back, but between the cramped space, Kirishima holding him in place, and the way he was half-sitting, half-leaning he didn’t get far, and before he could stop it, Midoriya had pulled off his other shoe as well, keeping the foot in a strong hold. “Don’t you-” Bakugou began just as Midoriya’s fingers brushed against the fabric of his sock.
Bakugou sucked in a breath. “DeHehku, I swear-” he cursed, the first reactions already bubbling out of him. Midoriya wiggled his fingers and Bakugou snorted. His entire body jolted as his foot twitched hard, pressing back into the redhead instinctively. “Pfft- FuHuhck- nohoHOHOHO! HAHAHaHAhH!” Kirishima lost it immediately. “No way- Did you just?!”
“ShuHUhut uHUhup! AHHaHAHAHAHH!” Bakugou laughed. Midoriya blinked, surprised- then smiled, just a little. “…Kacchan, you’re still really ticklish, I’m glad.” “I am noHOhot and d-doHoHohon’t be happy about iHihiit!” Midoriya tried again, slower this time. His fingers dragged lightly over the sole, sliding over his arch and the hell.
Bakugou bit down hard on whatever sound tried to escape, but it came out anyway, sharp and uneven. “NnGhHH!” His leg kicked. Kirishima tightened his hold just enough to keep him from slipping forward, laughing as he continued working at his sides. “Man, you’re way worse than Midoriya!” “SceeHEhew yohoOu! BoOHohth of you!”
Out of anger, he tried to kick Midoriya with his still free leg in the back, but ended up having it been caught in his armlock as well, and he cursed innerly for his own stupidity. Midoriya’s fingers moved more confidently, tracing little lines, then quick scribbles, right across the most sensitive spots of his soles - even through the fabric, it was enough.
Bakugou’s composure cracked. A sharp exhale turned into a short, choked laugh. Then another. “HahahAh st-stoHOhop!” “Say please,” Kirishima teased. “GHoo. ToHohoo. H-HehEhehll!” “Suit yourself~” Kirishima immediately dug his fingers in harder at his sides, fingers pressing softly into the flanks of his blonde friend.
Bakugou jerked back against his chest, a real laugh breaking through this time - loud, unguarded, completely against his will. Midoriya froze for a second - he didn’t hear that often. A warm smiled crossed his face. Then, carefully, he kept going. “K-Kacchan, your reactions are really- um adorable~”
Bakugou kicked again as his feet was tickled more insistently, laughter spilling out between clenched teeth. “I saHahid shuHut up DeHek- IzuHuhuku!” Bakugou laughed and him calling his name didn’t go unnoticed by the other. Kirishima leaned his chin briefly against Bakugou’s shoulder, grinning as he continued. “Dude, you’re so done.” “I wiHiill kiHill yoHou!”
“You can try,” Kirishima laughed. The car filled with noise again - laughter, protests, half-formed threats. Bakugou twisted, tried to grab Kirishima’s wrists, tried to yank his feet away, but every movement just made it worse, opening him up to more ticklish spots, more reactions he couldn’t control.
Midoriya’s fingers slipped under the edge of his right sock just slightly, wiggling along the bare ankle of the wiggling captee while keeping them in a strong hold, and Bakugou lost it. A sharp, unfiltered burst of laughter broke out of him, head tipping back against Kirishima’s shoulder before he could stop it. “No! Stohohop! NoHOhot thAHAht!” he almost pleaded.
“Got him,” Kirishima said, way too pleased. It went on like that - longer than it probably should have. Long enough for Bakugou’s threats to lose their edge. Long enough for his resistance to turn into desperate squirming. Long enough for both Midoriya and Kirishima to be laughing just as hard as he was.
Eventually, Kirishima slowed first. “Alright, alright,” he said, easing up, “I think we made the others wait long enough…” Midoriya followed, pulling his hands back, sheepishly looking to the side. Bakugou slumped forward immediately, breathing harder than he’d ever admit, face flushed bright red. “…I hate both of you,” he pouted, crossing his arms
“Yeah, yeah,” Kirishima said easily, petting his head. Midoriya smiled a little, still catching his breath. “Sorry, Kacchan…” Bakugou shot him a glare that had absolutely no bite left in it.
…A little later…
The three of them stepped into the venue. Voices, laughter, familiar faces - it all hit them at once. “Yo!” Kaminari spotted them immediately, jogging over with a grin. Then he stopped, looked at Bakugou, and paused. “…Why are you so damn red?” he asked, eyebrows raising. “Did you run here or something?”
Bakugou’s expression darkened instantly. “Shut up, Dunce Face,” he snarled and stomped away, leaving the three of them back. Kaminari looked questioning at the other two. “Did I say something wrong?” Kirishima snorted. Midoriya looked away, trying- and failing not to smile. They had much to explain…
A/N: @ticklygiggles I wish you a happy birthday~ I hope that the upcoming year will bring you only joyful and good memories. I did think for a while what to gift you, but then I saw you recent reblog with Sunday and just went for that. Have a great day and enjoy this little gift to your fullest.
Summary: Surprise~
Words: 1,896 words under the cut
The soft hum of the Astral Express blended with the distant glow of the stars, as nighttime slowly settled over the train. The compartments of the Express were quiet and empty, except for two figures on their way to Sunday’s room.
Their bodies threw long shadow against the walls, as they walked in the dimmed light, the warm, golden glow spilling from under the doorframe of Sunday’s room, illuminating the red carpet stretching into the hallway, being their appealing guide. Caelus barreled straight through it with absolutely no grace whatsoever.
“Slow down,” Dan Heng sighed behind him, though the complaint lacked any real irritation. It wasn’t like he was exciting for this as well. “I am slowing down,” Caelus insisted while very clearly not slowing down at all.
His raccoon slippers slid noisily against the carpet as he tugged Dan Heng along by the hand. The other hand balanced an absurd tower of snacks against his chest - chips, candy, popcorn, and at least three drinks threatening to topple over at any moment. Dan Heng followed mostly because resisting would probably end with both of them face-first on the floor.
His dragon slippers glided after Caelus’ in reluctant surrender. “You brought way too much for tonight.” “You say that every week and every week it mysteriously disappears,” the grey-haired commented. “That’s because you inhale snacks like a vacuum cleaner.” Caelus gasped dramatically. “Dan Heng, I am wounded.” “You’ll recover,” the ravenhead assured.
Caelus grinned brightly and pushed the door open wider with his foot. “We’re here!” Sunday looked up immediately from the center of an elaborate pillow fort that occupied nearly half his room. “…You built more of it,” Caelus exclaimed excitingly.
The fort had somehow evolved since last week: Blankets draped from stacked cushions and chairs, soft lantern lights glowing underneath the canopy. Pillows surrounded the nest-like center in layers of cream and gold. Sunday sat in the middle wrapped in a blanket, his small wings fluttering faintly behind him at their arrival. Caelus visibly melted. “You made it cozy.”
“I had time,” Sunday answered softly. Dan Heng’s gaze swept over the fort with quiet approval. “Impressive structural integrity.” Sunday looked oddly pleased by the compliment. “I reinforced the left side after last time.” “The collapse was one time,” Caelus defended. “You leaned against it like a dying star,” Dan Heng commented. “It wasn’t on purpose.”
“I know,” Dan Heng said, as he slipped his hand free at last and stepped inside, toeing off his dragon slippers near the entrance. Caelus immediately kicked off his raccoon ones beside them, not even bothering to arrange them properly, before stumbling into the fort with all the elegance of an excited golden retriever.
Sunday laughed quietly under his breath at that. A tiny sound - small enough that it nearly vanished beneath the rustling blankets. Caelus deposited the snacks between them and flopped down at Sunday’s left side while Dan Heng settled on the right. Immediately, Caelus leaned against Sunday’s shoulder. “You’re warm,” he said softly. “You say that every week.”
“And every week it remains true.” Dan Heng reached over to grab the remote before Caelus could lose it in the blankets. “What are we watching?” Sunday tilted his head thoughtfully. “We’ve done action the last two times.” “Horror the week before that,” Caelus added. “You screamed louder than March 7th,” Dan Heng teased, earning a pillow from the other.
“Hey, I was immersed and that monkey jumped out of nowhere.” “You threw popcorn at me,” the ravenhead said emotionless. “That’s because you were laughing at me,” Caelus fought back. Sunday’s lips twitched. Dan Heng then looked between them with long-suffering patience. “A comedy then?” Caelus pointed dramatically. “Dan Heng, you genius.”
Sunday nodded. “That sounds nice.” After fifteen more minutes of indecision and Caelus suggesting increasingly questionable movie choices, he got more god knows where, they finally settled on an old slapstick comedy March 7th had recommended. The lights dimmed further and the movie began.
Within the first two minutes someone onscreen slipped on a banana peel and crashed through a window. Caelus burst into laughter instantly. Not normal laughter either - a full-body, wheezing, chortling laughter. He folded in half against Sunday, cackling loud enough that Dan Heng actually snorted. Sunday blinked at them both. “That wasn’t even that funny.”
“Yes it was,” Caelus wheezed, rubbing a tear of mirth out of his eye. Dan Heng shook his head, though faint amusement tugged at his mouth. “Your laugh is just too contagious.” “That’s because I commit to the experience,” the other admitted, before he shoved a handful of sweet popcorn into his mouth, almost spilling it as another scene got him cackling.
Caelus kept laughing throughout nearly every scene, sometimes before the joke even finished. Dan Heng tried to stay composed at first, then Caelus started making himself laugh harder, and soon even Dan Heng couldn’t stop quiet snickers escaping every few minutes, especially whenever Caelus nearly rolled off the pillow pile from laughing too hard.
Sunday watched them both, smiling - quietly. Every now and then his shoulders trembled faintly, his lips parting around little hollow breaths that sounded like aborted laughter, but every single time, he pressed his mouth shut again almost immediately. Caelus noticed around halfway through the movie.
He glanced sideways during another scene and frowned slightly. Sunday’s expression looked strained, like he was trying very hard not to make noise. Another joke landed onscreen. Dan Heng chuckled softly beside them. Caelus barked out another loud laugh. Sunday only made a tiny muffled sound behind his hand. Caelus reached for the remote and paused the movie.
The sudden silence filled the fort. Sunday blinked. “What happened?” The Trailblazer turned toward him fully. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a worried gaze. Sunday immediately looked away. “Nothing.” “You’re doing the thing.” “The thing?” Sunday echoed weakly.
“The ‘Nothing’s wrong while something is obviously wrong’ thing,” Caelus said, crossing his arms to underline his statement. Dan Heng nodded once in agreement. Sunday’s wings twitched nervously before folding closer around himself. “It’s not important,” he almost whispered. Caelus softened instantly.
He shifted closer, voice gentler now. “Sunday…” he laid a hand on the other’s shoulder squeezing it comfortingly, “you can tell us, okay- only if you want to of course.” The other man hesitated, then his wings lifted slightly, enough to hide part of his flushed face. “…I don’t like my laugh.” Caelus blinked, while Dan Heng looked genuinely surprised.
Sunday’s voice dropped quieter still. “It sounds embarrassing.” “That’s ridiculous,” Caelus said immediately. Sunday ducked his head lower. “It’s loud and childish and annoying.” Dan Heng’s eyes flicked toward Caelus. A silent understanding passed between them. The grey-haired began to smile slowly. “Oh,” he said lightly, “so that’s the problem.”
Sunday looked suspiciously at the other, feeling the sudden shift in the air. “…Why are you smiling like that?” “No reason.” “There is definitely a reason, what-” Caelus suddenly lunged sideways. Sunday yelped as his fingers squeezed gently into his sides. “C-Cahaelus!” Tiny startled giggles burst out instantly.
“There it is!” Caelus declared triumphantly, increasing his playful attack. Sunday curled inward with a flustered gasp, his wings beginning to flutter wildly. “W-WaHaHait!” Dan Heng watched for approximately three seconds before calmly setting aside the popcorn bowl and joining in. Sunday looked betrayed. “Dan Heng?!”
“You brought this upon yourself,” the ravenhead informed him serenely while lightly scribbling fingers against his stomach. Sunday folded immediately. Soft giggles spilled from him in quick succession as he tried pushing their hands away. “Stohohop iHit you twoHo! AhhaAHAhaha!” Caelus grinned brightly. “Your laugh is adorable.”
“It ihihis not!” the other managed to say in-between his laughter. “Yes, it is,” Dan Heng said. Sunday’s face turned scarlet. Caelus attacked his sides again while Dan Heng’s fingers drifted higher beneath his ribs, leaving him no change to escape. The double attack from both sides made Sunday squeak, actually squeaked- then the giggles broke louder.
Bright, breathless laughter spilled out between frantic attempts to hide behind his wings. “N-Nohoho! WahahaHahit! EHhhEHEH!” “There it is again,” Caelus said happily. “You sound cute,” Dan Heng added quietly. Sunday shook his head furiously, laughing harder when Caelus squeezed at his stomach. “I dohohon’t!” “You really do,” Caelus insisted.
Sunday’s laughter rose another octave as Dan Heng suddenly brushed light fingers against the sensitive spot beneath his neck. He jerked violently. “DAHAHAN HEHEHENG!” Caelus immediately lost it laughing at his reaction. “Oh my god, he’s ticklish there too!” Sunday collapsed sideways against him, helpless giggles pouring out now.
His carefully restrained composure completely unraveled beneath their gentle tickling. And then he stopped holding back. The sound that escaped him was soft and melodic and bright - a clear, childlike laugh that filled the pillow fort like music. Caelus froze mid-tickle. Dan Heng blinked in surprise.
Sunday laughed harder at their expressions without realizing it, hands flying to cover his mouth too late. “There!” Caelus exclaimed. “That!” Sunday stared at him breathlessly. Caelus looked almost offended on his behalf. “You wanted to hide that?!” Sunday flushed harder. “I told you it sounds childish-” “It sounds beautiful,” Dan Heng interrupted quietly.
Sunday fell silent. Dan Heng’s expression remained calm, honest. “There’s nothing annoying about it.” Caelus nodded aggressively. “You should laugh more!” Sunday looked between them uncertainly. Then Caelus suddenly wrapped both arms around him in a crushing hug.
Sunday let out an undignified squeak as the force knocked them sideways directly into Dan Heng. Dan Heng barely had time to react before both of them collapsed against him in a pile of blankets and wings and laughter. “Caelus,” he sighed. “You’re comfy,” the Trailblazer mumbled, nuzzling more against his friend.
“You just tackled us.” “And I’d do it again.” Sunday giggled helplessly into Caelus’ shoulder. Openly this time. The sound made both Caelus and Dan Heng smile immediately. “There,” Caelus said softly, “see? It suits you.” Sunday’s wings fluttered shyly. “…Maybe a little.” “A lot,” Dan Heng corrected him. Sunday laughed again at that, warm and genuine.
He felt comfortable with it, felt comfortable with the two of them. They didn't downplay it, and even though it was a bit embarrassing at first- well still is, they showed him the confidence in himself that he lacked. Sunday was grateful for that and it really felt to him like he has finally come home… in this comfy bundle of true friendship.
The three of them remained tangled together among the pillows while the paused movie screen glowed softly nearby. Then suddenly the door slid open. “All right, who’s laughing loud enough to be heard from the Parlor-” March 7th stopped dead. Pom-Pom peeked around her leg curiously. The room froze.
Caelus halfway draped across Sunday and Sunday tangled against Dan Heng, blankets everywhere. All three staring at the doorway like startled deer. March blinked once. Pom-Pom blinked twice. Sunday turned entirely red. “I-It’s not what it looks like-”
“What does it look like?” March asked immediately. Nobody answered. Then Caelus snorted. Dan Heng closed his eyes briefly in surrender as a laugh escaped him too. Sunday stared at them both for one second before helpless giggles bubbled out again. Soon all three of them were laughing together. March sighed dramatically, crossing her arms. “Boys,” she declared. Pom-Pom nodded solemnly. “Very noisy passengers.” That only made the laughter worse.
A/N: @eliankrios Happy Birthday~ I hope you have an especially wonderful day today. I wish you a good start into your new year of life and the upcoming phase you told me about. So, it isn't really a surprise, since it was already discussed, but I hope you will still find a bit of joy while reading this.
Summary: Surprise~
Words: 1,764 words under the cut
Mika had never considered himself particularly fast. Diligent? Yes. Observant? Definitely. Reliable, even under pressure? He prided himself on that. But fast? Not usually.
Which made his current situation all the more frustrating as he hurried across the courtyard of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, boots skidding slightly against the stone as he tried to keep up with the tall figure walking several paces ahead of him - completely unbothered.
“Mister Lohen- wait!” Mika called, breath catching. “Give it back!” Ahead of him, Lohen didn’t even slow down. If anything, his pace seemed to become just slightly more leisurely, as though he were savoring the moment. “Oh?” Lohen glanced back over his shoulder, a sly curve to his lips. His voice carried easily, smooth and amused. “You mean this?”
He lifted Mika’s small field notebook in one hand, holding it just high enough to make a point. Mika’s face flushed instantly. “Y-Yes! That’s- That’s private!” “Private?” Lohen echoed, feigning surprise. “You shouldn’t leave such interesting material unattended then.” Mika’s heart dropped and his face flushed.
“You didn’t- You didn’t read it, did you?!” he stuttered with a shocked expression. Lohen hummed thoughtfully, tapping a finger against the cover. “Hmm… let’s see. Detailed notes on terrain, wind direction…” his smirk deepened, “and a rather meticulous section titled ‘Behavioral Observations: Vice Captain Lohen.’” Mika let out a small, horrified squeak.
No, that couldn’t be real… he saw it… “I-It’s for research!” he blurted, picking up speed despite his lungs protesting. “I needed to understand-” “To understand me?” Lohen interrupted, voice dipping into something softer, more dangerous. He stopped walking altogether. Mika, unable to react in time, nearly ran straight into him.
Lohen turned fully now, his red eyes glinting with interest as he held the notebook up - far above Mika’s reach. “That’s quite bold of you, Mika.” Mika swallowed, then jumped- or at least, he tried. His fingers barely brushed the air beneath the notebook. The Vice Captain chuckled, lifting it just a bit higher. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he commented.
Mika jumped again, this time with more determination but still couldn’t reach it, barely able to brush it with his fingertips. Lohen’s smile widened, clearly enjoying himself. “Is that all the reconnaissance prodigy of Mondstadt can manage?” Mika’s cheeks puffed slightly as he landed, frustration bubbling up. “Y-You’re being unfair…” he complained.
“Am I now?” Lohen tilted his head. “You’re the one who thought it would be wise to document me.” “I wasn’t- It’s not like that!” “Then what is it like?” Lohen leaned down just slightly, enough for his gaze to meet Mika’s more directly. “Curiosity? Admiration? Or-” he didn’t finish his sentence - he didn’t need to - and only showed the other a teasing grin.
Mika’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “J-Just give it back!” He jumped again - closer this time - but Lohen effortlessly adjusted, arm stretching higher, just out of reach for the blonde. “Persistent,” Lohen mused, “I like that.” Mika huffed, landing again. His arms dropped to his sides as he pouted, clearly at a loss.
For a brief moment, the courtyard fell quiet, except for the faint rustle of wind, then Mika’s expression shifted - a flicker of realization suddenly reaching him, as if it had been carried by the wind right into his mind. “…Right,” he murmured to himself. Lohen raised an eyebrow.
The blonde eyed him a bit nervously now, fidgeting with his fingers, as if he were at odds with oneself, considering something. “Given up already?” Mika didn’t answer, instead he stepped closer - much closer than before. The mint-green-haired didn’t move, watching him with mild curiosity - and that was his mistake.
Mika quickly reached out - not for the notebook this time, but for Lohen’s side. More specifically… his exposed armpit. “Wha!” The reaction was immediate. Lohen’s composure shattered as a high-pitched, startled giggle slipped out, his raised arm jerking downward on instinct, his hand slightly tightening around the notebook.
The blonde’s eyes lit up, a wave of relief washing over him. It had been a dangerous gamble, that lucky turned out to be in his favor. He felt a bit embarrassed about it to be honest, but having a big brother, he learned how to deal with situations like these. “Got you!” he cheered and wiggled his fingers down his side and over his ribs.
With his other hand, he immediately went on the offensive as well. His fingers fluttered against Lohen’s stomach… and thank the wind archon, it turned to be just as effective as his side. “Hehe! W-WaHahit!” Lohen’s voice hitched, laughter slipping through despite his clear attempt to suppress it. “MiHika!”
“You shouldn’t leave such sensitive areas unattended,” Mika shot back, emboldened now, his fingers scribbling lightly across Lohen’s midsection. Lohen’s laughter came out in short, restrained bursts, his shoulders tensing as he tried to regain control. “You- Hnkk! That’s uHunfair!” he laughed.
He couldn’t believe that the blonde would actually resort to something childish as this- no, he was even more surprised that he was so damn tic- ahem sensitive to someone’s touch. In any case, it would usually be him to have the upper hand, he always did, but right now, Lohen felt like he fighting a losing battle, and he didn’t like that at all.
Mika grinned. “Is it?” He continued, alternating between gentle pokes and quick, teasing scribbles along Lohen’s stomach and sides. For a moment, it seemed like Mika might actually win. Then Lohen made his move.
In a swift motion, he dropped the notebook entirely, letting it fall harmlessly to the ground as his hand shot out, catching Mika’s wrist mid-tickle, as the other had been distracted by the suddenly dropping notebook at their feet.
Mika froze, slowly looking up into the other’s ruby-like eyes. Slowly, Lohen straightened, his breathing uneven but his expression shifting back into something far more dangerous. “…Clever,” he said softly. Mika’s confidence wavered instantly. “M-Mister Lohen…?” Lohen’s grip tightened - firm, but not painful - as a smirk spread across his face.
“But you made one critical mistake.” Mika barely had time to react before Lohen’s free hand darted forward, fingers digging lightly into Mika’s side. “Eek!” The sound that escaped Mika was somewhere between a gasp and a high-pitched squeak as his body jolted. “Never let down your guard,” Lohen murmured. “N-No! WahaHAahAh!”
Mika’s laughter burst out instantly, far less restrained than Lohen’s had been. His knees buckled slightly as Lohen’s fingers worked expertly along his sides. “Oh?” Lohen’s tone turned teasing again. “That sensitive?” The surveyor shook his head frantically, even as his laughter betrayed him. “I-I’m ehEheh I’m n-noHot-! Ahaha!” “Liar.”
Lohen shifted his attack upward, one hand sliding to Mika’s underarm while the other continued along his ribs, paying attention to press into the soft spots in-between. Mika’s reaction was immediate. “NOHO! MIHIHISTER LOHOHOHEN!” His voice cracked into helpless giggles as his shoulders shot up, trying- and failing to block the tickling. “IHIHIT TIHICKLES!”
Lohen chuckled, clearly enjoying the way Mika squirmed. “You really should be more careful, Mika. Recording information about someone like me…” his fingers wiggled deliberately under Mika’s arm, eliciting a loud squeal “…comes with consequences.” Mika’s face was bright red now, his laughter spilling uncontrollably as he tried to twist away.
“S-STAHAHP! I CAHAN’T-!” “Can’t what?” Lohen teased, leaning closer. “Endure a little… interrogation?” “THIHIHIS ISN’T FAHAIR! Y-YOHOU MEHENAY!” “Fairness is overrated.” Lohen’s fingers danced mercilessly between Mika’s sides and underarms, never staying in one place long enough for him to recover.
Mika’s laughter turned breathless, his attempts at escape growing weaker by the second. “MiHister L-Lohohen- plehease!” he managed between giggles, his hands pushing weakly at Lohen’s arms. “I- I gi-giHive uhp!” Lohen tilted his head, watching him with clear amusement. “Already?” Mika nodded rapidly, laughter still bubbling out. “Y-YeHehes!”
“Hmm,” Lohen pretended to consider it, though his fingers didn’t stop, but got a bit slower, “I don’t know. You were quite persistent earlier…” Mika let out a helpless, high-pitched laugh. “I-I’m sohorry!” “Are you?” “YEHES!” Lohen’s grin softened just slightly but his teasing didn’t. “Then perhaps I’ll-” Before he could finish, a large shadow loomed over them.
“Having fun?” Both of them froze. Lohen’s hands stilled instantly. Mika blinked, still catching his breath as he looked up. “C-Captain Varka!” Varka stood there, arms crossed, with an expression completely unfazed as he took in the scene: Lohen holding a flustered, laughing Mika in place.
“…You two done?” he asked casually, as if head seen something like this countless times already. Lohen released Mika without protest, stepping back with a small sigh. “We were in the middle of something.” “I can see that,” the Grand Master commented, letting out a sigh.
“…It’s not nice to tease your juniors too much, Lohen… let's have a chat about it, shall we.” Without another word, Varka reached down, grabbed Lohen by the back of his uniform, and hoisted him over his shoulder like it was nothing. “H-Hey,” Lohen started, sounding more annoyed than surprised, “put me down.” “Nope.”
“This is highly unprofessional,” Lohen argued. “So was whatever you were doing just now.” Mika watched, wide-eyed, as Varka turned and began walking away, Lohen draped over his shoulder, arms crossed and clearly displeased. “…This isn’t over, Mika,” Lohen called back, his smirk returning despite the situation, “we’ll continue this later.”
Mika squeaked at his comment, suddenly feeling his hands on his sides again. Then they were gone. Silence settled over the courtyard once more. Mika stood there for a moment, still slightly breathless, before his gaze dropped to the ground. “…My notebook!” He quickly knelt down, picking it up and checking it over. Thankfully, it was unharmed.
Clutching it to his chest, he let out a small sigh of relief. Then, slowly, a thoughtful expression crossed his face. “…Behavioral observation,” he murmured, flipping it open. He hesitated for only a second before pulling out a quill he always carried along.
Vice Captain Lohen exhibits extreme sensitivity in underarm and side regions. Reaction includes involuntary laughter, loss of composure, and defensive reflexes.
The blonde paused. Then, cheeks faintly pink, he added one more line.
Note: The Vice Captain is highly retaliatory. Exercise caution.
Mika closed the notebook with a small nod, his determination returning. “…I’ll be better prepared next time.” He pricked up his ears when somewhere in the distance, Lohen’s voice echoed faintly in protest as Varka carried him off, followed by sudden chortle of laughter. Mika smiled just a little. Yes, next time… he’d definitely win.
Are you accepting asks? If so... Lee!Flins with ler!Illuga or Lee!Illuga with ler!Flins? Thanks for your attention anyway, your drawings are very beautiful!
OmG! OMG!! That. Looks. So. Amazing! 😍😍 Their expressions are so cute~ Illuga is acting so shy and adorable and the contrast to him laughing when Flins tickle him is so good. Also, Flin's brotherly smile as he sees him laugh… marvelous~ ❤️🥹The scenario is great and I can only imagine how long it must've taken you to draw all this… It's such a great work. Thanks a lot!! ❤️❤️
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A/N: I came across this thought out of nowhere and before I knew it, the story has been written. I really love to see Wanderer interact with the others and acting like a tsundere.
Summary: Sethos gets a new roommate at the Akademiya but befriending him isn’t as easy as he thought, or isn’t it?
Words: 2,576 words under the cut
Sethos had come to a very important conclusion: His new roommate was weird. Not dangerous weird - he’d met plenty of people in Sumeru who qualified for that - but the quieter kind. The kind that sat on the edge of the room, watched everything, and acted like the world had personally offended him just by existing.
Sethos lay on his bed, one arm tucked behind his head as he stared lazily up at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander. Day three of sharing a room at the Akademiya, he mused. Name: Wanderer. Or… Hat Guy, apparently. Personality: Grumpy Cat. He snorted softly to himself.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried. “Hey, want to grab lunch?” had been met with a flat “No”. “Want to come study with me?” had gotten him a blank stare and a “I don’t waste time”. Even casual conversation had been… difficult.
Wanderer was quiet, sharp, and distant. Always perched somewhere slightly offside - at the back corner of the auditorium or the windowsill in their room - like he didn’t quite belong on the same level as everyone else. Like a cat, Sethos thought again, amused. An unapproachable one. Still… Sethos turned his head slightly, glancing across the room.
Wanderer was sitting on his desk, one leg loosely crossed over the other, a letter held in his hand. His hat rested nearby, abandoned for once, and his expression - usually so cool and composed - looked… different. Softer. There was the faintest curve to his lips. Sethos blinked.
…Wait. What?! He pushed himself up onto his elbows, eyes narrowing. “A smile?” he whispered to himself. That was new. That was very new. Curiosity sparked inside him immediately. Okay, Sethos thought, grinning to himself, what could possibly make Mr. Grumpy Cat smile like that?
He rolled off the bed in one smooth motion, padding quietly across the room. Wanderer didn’t notice at first. He was too focused on the letter, eyes scanning over the page with that same faint, almost absent smile. Sethos leaned in just enough to peek over his shoulder.
“…make friends…” “…friendly…” “…stubborn…”
That was all he managed to catch before, the dark-haired finally noticed him. “Get lost,” he snarled, sounding as if been caught red-handed. Sethos didn’t even flinch. Instead, his grin widened. “Aww, Hat Guy,” he said lightly, leaning closer, “what’s that? Someone writing you love letters?” he teased, trying to get a better look at it.
Wanderer’s expression snapped back to its usual sharp edge, and he folded his arms quickly, hiding the paper. “Mind your own business.” “Oh, come on,” Sethos laughed, “I just saw you smiling. That’s a historic event, I deserve context.” “You deserve to leave,” the dark-haired replied annoyed. “Not happening when you finally show a hint of emotion there~”
Wanderer turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing. “You’re annoying.” “And you’re hiding something,” Sethos shot back, clearly pleased with himself, resisting the urge to poke his nose, and settled to wiggle a hand over the back of his neck instead. The light touch caused his him to flinch, but he kept quiet.
There was a beat of silence, before the brunette smirked, a sudden thought coming to his mind. It might be childish- embarrassing even, if it wouldn't work, but if it did, he might finally be able to get closer to him. There was nothing to, lose anyways, right? The slight reaction he just got gave him the confidence to proceed.
“Alright,” he said, flexing his fingers slightly, “if you won’t show me…” Wanderer raised a brow “…I’ll just have to make you.” Before Wanderer could react, Sethos darted forward and jabbed his fingers straight into his sides. It was a gamble, a complete, reckless guess… and it paid off instantly.
Wanderer squeaked. It was soft, completely unguarded and absolutely priceless. His entire body jolted in surprise, his arms snapping tighter against his sides to protect them, causing the grip on the letter to loose in the process. “WhaH-?!” he sputtered, breath hitching as Sethos’ fingers scribbled lightly along his ribs. Sethos’ eyes lit up. “No way!~”
“StoHop that!” Wanderer snapped, trying to suppress the giggles that wanted to get out, but the command broke halfway into a startled laugh, as he was not able to hold them back. “Oh, you’re ticklish,” Sethos grinned, doubling down immediately, visibly relieved that his intuition was right. He had learned something new about him.
Wanderer tried to twist away, but with his arms pinned close to protect the letter, he had no defense. Sethos took full advantage of that, wiggling his fingers teasingly over the exposed sides. “H-HeHey, gehet your hahAnds out of theEhre!” Wanderer hissed, laughter slipping through despite his best efforts.
“That’s so unfair,” Sethos teased, “you act all cool, and this is what happens?” “ShuHut…uHup!” the navy-blue-haired cursed, but his composure was already cracking. His shoulders trembled and another soft, breathless laugh escaped him as Sethos squeezed lightly at his ribs, making sure to target the sensitive areas in-between.
That was all the opening Sethos needed. With a quick movement, he snatched the letter from Wanderer’s loosened grip. “Got it!~” he cheered, holding it up in the air like a trophy. Wanderer froze for a moment. Then his eyes sharpened. “…Give that back.”
Sethos jumped back, waving the letter triumphantly back and forth, while paying attention not to crumple it by accident, knowing how much it seemed to mean to the other. “Make me~” he challenged. That was a mistake. A very big mistake he realized way too late. A rush of wind surged through the room.
Before Sethos could even react, Wanderer used his anemo power to propel himself forward- fast… very fast, catching up to him in an instant. “Whoa-!” The world tilted as he slammed into him, tackling them both onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. “Oof!”
The impact knocked the breath from Sethos’ lungs, and the letter fluttered from his grasp, drifting uselessly to the floor. For a second, everything stilled. Sethos blinked up. Wanderer was above him, straddling his hips, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his blue eyes sharp- and just faintly flushed. “…You’re fast,” Sethos breathed.
Wanderer smirked. “If you wanted to ‘bond’ so badly,” he said coolly, “I suppose I can humor you.” Sethos barely had time to process that, before the other’s fingers dug into his sides, kneading into them with such a surprised and unexpected gentleness that it broke him instantly. He burst into loud, belly laughter. “HAAHAHAH H-HEY-! NOHOHOHO!”
He couldn’t believe that he was seriously tickled by the other and why was he so good at it? His touch was quick and precise, fingers dancing over Sethos’ ribs and slipping under the edge of his shirt to trace along his stomach, as if had to done it countless times already.
The brunette's interest and wish to get closer to him was triggered even more by that, but right now, he had to get out of this situation, and fast. Sethos squirmed beneath him, laughter spilling out freely. “OhoHohokay- Okay I- Pfft I diHihidn’t mean this kind of bonding!”
“Too late for that~” Wanderer teased, not even realizing what expression was shown on his face. His lips curled into a small, amused smile - different from his usual sharp smirk. Softer. More genuine. And Sethos noticed. “You’re- hahaHa smiling again!” he managed between giggles. Wanderer’s expression faltered for a split second. “Shut up.”
“That’s so uHunfair!” Sethos laughed, twisting under him. “I’ve neHehver seHehen you like this!” “Then stop looking.” “CaHahn’t! AhAHAHHhah!” Sethos gasped as fingers skittered up his sides, dangerously close to his underarms. “Oh no- n-n-noHo doHohn’t… noHohot theEhre!” he laughed, tears of mirth already forming in his eyes.
He was giving him a pleaded look- well, he tried to, considering he looked like a complete mess right now. Wanderer did it anyways, and his fingers found their way into his bare armpits, wiggling into his hollows with gusto.
Sethos yelped, high-pitched laughter spiking as he tried to curl inward, only to be held in place by Wanderer’s weight. “AHhAHahah iHit t-tiHickles!” “Sensitive?” Wanderer asked, almost teasingly. “YoHou’re eHEhvil!” Sethos replied. “And you started it.”
Sethos grinned despite himself, breathless and flushed. “…Worth it~ I like tickling and I’ve never seen you so happy- well, anything besides that kind of face, so totally worth it~” Sethos said, trying to mimic Wanderer’s serious face which got him a chuckle from the other. Wanderer huffed, but the smile lingered.
That was Sethos’ chance. With a quick twist, he shifted his weight and grabbed Wanderer’s sides in return. The other froze. “Oh?~” Sethos panted, still laughing. “You didn’t think I’d fight back?” Wanderer’s eyes widened - just a fraction, but before he could even have a chance to react, Sethos had already squeezed a now well-known weak spot of his.
His composure shattered. A startled laugh broke free, as his shoulders jumped, fingers faltering against Sethos’ sides. “S-SeHehthos! StoHop iHit!” Sethos didn’t stop. “Oh, this is good,” he grinned, digging into his sides more firmly now.
Wanderer tried to push himself up, but Sethos used the momentum to roll them over, reversing their positions in one swift movement. Now he was on top and Wanderer was pinned beneath him. For a second, they both froze again. Wanderer’s face was flushed, his usual sharp expression replaced by something softer, more flustered.
“SeHethos,” he said, his voice tight, “g-get off-” “Nope.” Sethos grinned down at him. “You said it yourself,” he teased, “let’s “bond”~” The navy-blue-haired’s eyes narrowed. “ThaHaht’s- argh noOH- ahAHAHAhahaH!” “That’s the way buddy~” The brunette’s fingers wiggled teasingly over his sides, absorbing each and every reaction from the other.
The other sucked in a breath and Sethos struck, sneaking in something teasing pokes on his stomach as well. Wanderer laughed, his giggles sounding almost childlike. It was softer than Sethos’, more restrained, but no less genuine.
It slipped out in breathless bursts as Sethos’ fingers traced over his stomach, his ribs and the sensitive spots in-between, and up under his arms. “AHaHAHAHAH s-stoHohOHop!” “Not a chance.” Wanderer twisted, trying to escape, but Sethos held him easily, laughing along with him now. “You’re even more ticklish than me,” he teased. “Am noHohot!”
“You totally are and it’s adorable.” Wanderer huffed- and then laughed again when Sethos squeezed his sides. The room filled with overlapping laughter, warm and bright and completely at odds with the quiet distance that had existed between them just minutes ago. Neither of them noticed how close they were anymore, or how natural it felt.
Eventually, their movements slowed, laughter fading into soft, breathless giggles. Sethos collapsed beside Wanderer, still grinning. “…Okay,” he admitted, “that was fun.” Wanderer turned his head slightly, avoiding his gaze. “…As if...” “But you laughed.”
“…That means nothing,” Wanderer mumbled, but the undertone in his voice made it quite obvious that he had enjoyed it too - whether it was just as much as for him, well, he now had enough time to find it out.
Sethos chuckled. His eyes drifted to the floor. To the letter. It lay there, slightly crumpled from the fall, the writing - a bit crooked as if written by a child - still visible from where it had landed. His gaze caught on a line.
Did you already make friends at the Akademiya?
He blinked. His smile softened. He read a little more.
I know you can be stubborn sometimes, but I also know that you’re actually a kind person deep down. If you give it time, I’m sure the people around you will see it too.
Sethos’ eyes flickered back to Wanderer, then back to the letter.
You’ll probably pretend not to care, but I think you’ll make a lot of friends before you even realize it, Hat Guy.
There was a small pause. And then, at the bottom-
-Durin
P.S. I miss you. Come visit again soon.
Sethos smiled quietly to himself. “…Hey,” he said after a moment. Wanderer stiffened slightly. “What.” Sethos didn’t tease him this time. “…You’re doing fine, you know.” Wanderer frowned faintly. “What are you talking about.”
Sethos just shrugged, still smiling. “Nothing.” Wanderer narrowed his eyes but didn’t press. And for once, the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable.
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Bonus
A few days later, Wanderer sat alone at the desk. The same place where Sethos had first caught him smiling. This time however, there was no one peeking over his shoulder, no sudden attacks, or no annoying voice calling him “Hat Guy” every five minutes. Just silence and a blank sheet of paper. Wanderer stared at it. “…Tch.”
He picked up the pen. Paused. Put it back down. “…Ridiculous,” he mumbled to himself. And yet, after a moment, he picked it up again. The scratching of ink on paper was soft, almost hesitant at first.
Durin,
Your timing is as inconvenient as ever. The Akademiya is just as insufferable as you’d expect. Full of scholars who talk too much and think too highly of themselves.
There was a pause. Wanderer tapped the pen lightly against the paper, his eyes narrowing slightly as if debating whether to continue.
…However. It seems I’ve acquired a roommate.
Another pause. His expression shifted- just barely.
He is loud. Persistent. Annoying beyond reason. He lacks any sense of personal space and has a habit of inserting himself into matters that do not concern him.
The navy-blue-haired exhaled quietly through his nose.
He also laughs too much.
The pen stilled again. For a moment, it looked like he might stop there, but instead, he added:
…He is not entirely unbearable.
A faint flicker of something - something softer - crossed his expression and he caught himself smiling, despite himself. He shook his head.
He has a tendency to act before thinking, which is troublesome. However…
Wanderer hesitated, then he slowly continued to write:
…I suppose I understand what you meant.
Another small pause.
About “making friends”.
The word looked almost out of place on the page. He stared at it for a second longer than necessary, then scoffed under his breath.
Don’t misunderstand. I am not confirming anything. But…
The pen hovered- then moved again.
He hasn’t left yet.
That was the closest he was willing to get. For now at least. Wanderer leaned back slightly, glancing at what he had written, as if checking for errors - not in grammar, but in something far more intangible. After a moment, he continued:
As for your other point- I will visit when I have the time.
A brief pause. Then, almost as an afterthought:
…Don’t get used to it.
The pen lifted. Wanderer stared at the letter, expression unreadable. Then, with a quiet huff, he added one final line at the bottom.
-Hat Guy
A moment later, the door creaked open. “Hey, Hat Guy- Oh!” Sethos leaned into the room, blinking in surprise. “You’re writing a letter? That’s rare.” Wanderer’s hand moved instantly, flipping the paper over. “Get out.” Sethos grinned. “No way. Who’s it for?” “None of your business.” Sethos stepped further inside anyway, clearly undeterred.
“…You’re smiling again.” Wanderer’s expression snapped back to neutral. “I am not.” “Totally are.” Sethos laughed, flopping onto his bed like he owned the place. Wanderer clicked his tongue but this time, he didn’t tell him to leave. And if the faintest hint of a smile lingered on his lips, well… no one needed to point it out.
After a three-week break Nii-sensei is finally back with the newest chapter of Wind Breaker, continuing his mega cliffhanger, and I'm kinda speechless right now… I wasn't ready...
A/N: Here it finally is! The first chapter of my first original story. I've come a long way to reach this point. Before, I've only written stories and headcanons based on characters and universes that already existed. This time however, the world and its inhabitants were born from scratch. It made a lot of fun to do the character building and think of the setting. The project was highly influenced by @otomiyaa’s original story, which inspired me to create one of my own. @ppyspsps helped me to give my characters a face, allowing us to better empathize with them. So, a big THANK YOU to the two of you for being the spark that ignited my inner fire~
The plot for book one may develop somewhat slowly, so the main couple will only gradually come more into focus as the story progresses. I hope you will stick along until then and enjoy how this love will slowly begin to bloom and grow. So onwards into the world of Alantia…
Summary: Isaac and Philipp have their first encounter with Elliot and are directly pulled into a little incident.
Warning: Description of the use of mild force.
Isaac
The royal gardens lay hushed beneath the early night sky, their manicured paths and carefully trimmed hedges swallowed by the shadow of the night. Only the moonlight, spilling in pale ribbons between the branches of carefully arranged trees, illuminated scattered patches of stone and grass, before vanishing again into darkness.
The only sounds one could hear here at that time were the rustling of leaves and the faint babel of voices that reached up from the city, carried by the wind. Though tonight, another sound had joined them. Two figures slipped through the silence as they carefully made their way through rose- and tulips bushes.
One slipped ahead lightly, a cloak drawn tight around his slim frame. The other followed a half-step behind, taller, his movements more cautious, as his eyes constantly scanned their surroundings. “Come, hurry up Phil!” Isaac’s voice was a hushed whisper with barely concealed excitement as he glanced back over his shoulder.
Even in the dim light of the rising moon, you could see the gleam in his eyes as he urged the other to hurry up. There was something unmistakably eager in the way he moved, as if he had somewhere to be or had been expected for a secret late-night meeting. Philipp winced softly at the sound, though he couldn’t help the fond curve of his mouth.
“You’re going to get us caught if you keep talking,” he murmured back. His ears twitched instinctively against the hood he wore and he nervously looked around, attuned to the slightest sound, while his tail swayed nervously behind him. Isaac slowed just enough to let him draw closer, turning slightly so they could continue along the path together.
“Relax,” he whispered, a grin tugging at his lips, “I ordered the servants not to bother me, so none of them will check on me till tomorrow. Besides, no one comes here at this hour anyways, not even the guards. And even if someone did see us, they’d never expect the third prince of Soluna sneaking through his own garden like this,” he said, beating his chest as if sneaking out at night was the most casual thing in the world to do.
“That’s exactly why they’d notice, Isaac,” the brunette replied, “princes aren’t supposed to sneak out.” The blonde snorted softly. “Then it’s a good thing I’m doing a terrible job at being one tonight.” Philipp grimaced slightly at his comment, but didn’t stop moving forward.
He was used to his friend's behavior by now, and in all honesty, he didn't even mind it anymore. It made him truly happy to see him so excited about something so trivial as going out on a little nightly adventure - well, not the kind of some might think.
Living as a prince wasn't always easy, although most wouldn’t believe that. Yes, he had a more luxury life than most people out there, but as they say "noblesse oblige" and he also had his duties to fulfill, responsibilities to meet.
Thus, as the loyal friend and servant that he was, Philipp granted him these little privileges, aside from all the obligations that a position like his entailed, to help him recharge.
They reached the edge of the gardens, which were surrounded by a meters high stone wall with watchtowers every now and then. Small pairs of lights could be seen patrolling on them like fireflies drawing their paths through the night - the only visible evidence of the watchful eyes of the palace guard doing their rounds.
The two came to a stop in front of an old statue overgrown with ivy. Despite the slight overgrowth, the marble surface hadn't lost its gleam and still looked magnificent as the likeness of the first king raised his sword up in the air, letting it shine in the moonlight.
Beyond it laid the contorted streets of the main city of Soluna - Sterrenzee - lit by lanterns that cast warm pools of gold against the house walls and shuttered windows. It was a city imbued with trade and art. Namable stores and restaurants seamed the main streets and theatres and operas were omnipresent. Even the outer parts of the city were well-developed and entailed a variety of stores and smaller theaters for the broader mass. A small port, located in the south of the city, welcomed arriving ships that had sailed along the river, and at the same time connected the narrow waterways that crisscrossed the city like a grid, enabling smaller ships to transport their goods to their destinated location. Wide streets scattered to the four winds, formed the land routes, leading to the surrounding viscounties and the neighboring domains, enabling traveling and transport by land as well.
Following these paths westward, one eventually reached the Holy Empire, ruled by the Church of Faith. A land of great wealth, governed by a puppet emperor. The true rulers were a council of old men who still adhered to the ancient belief that those gifted with magic were a gift from the gods and therefore belonged to the church and should be managed by them. Even now, so the story goes, they "shelter" a being that had lived longer than any human, capable of accomplishing miracles. The king - Isaac's father - didn't like to deal with them if he could avoid it, but they were influential and their believes had already began to spread in other kingdoms. At least they didn't bother to involve themselves with other nations politics so far, as long as magic wasn't involved.
Looking east, one would eventually reach the Pririd Alliance, a relatively young federation of various demi-human races. It is a fertile land and golden fields can be seen as far as the eye goes. Humans were still mostly unseen and unwelcomed there, as slavery and trafficking had severely weakened relations until twelve years ago. It was the king who had ended these crimes back then, establishing equal rights for demi-human. Therefore, relations have slowly built up again, and a delegation, including Isaac's younger brother, has been scheduled to travel there soon to further strengthen the connection between the two nations.
...
A small, inconspicuously flowering shrub right behind the statue concealed their objective - a hidden hatch just big enough to fit a person, leading to a secret passage - an old escape route that led into the city and was only known to the royal family and the highest officials. The duo looked around one last time before they disappeared in the ground.
The path was narrow and dark, only lightened by small crystal-like blue stones that were engraved into the cold stone, the air thick, and the stairs a bit slippery, but they didn't take long to pass through it, after all, it wasn’t the first- and surely not the last time they would cross it in the middle of the night.
Upon reaching the end, they stood before a dead end with a bluish shining wall of solid rock. Several runes were engraved in it, giving the wall its glowing color. Isaac stretched out his left arm and slid his fingers over it, leaving a glowing trail behind, that faded away after a few seconds.
The stone felt cold under his fingers and yet he felt how a warmth began to spread from them. Philipp laid his hand encouragingly on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. "Ready when you are." Isaac took a deep breath before he took another step and walked right through the thick wall, as if it was nothing more than a mere curtain.
Philipp followed half a step behind. The solid rock had been enchanted - a holdover of old Elven magic, that granted the bloodline of the royal family and their most trusted companions free access, making it almost impossible for unwanted individuals or those with ill intentions to enter.
Elven magic was strong and said protection spell had been casted over three hundred years ago. Even now, after countless times walking through it, the mechanism behind it fascinated Philipp, making him feel a little tinglish whenever doing so. Magic was rare nowadays and only a handful of people could cast spells, demi-human not to mention.
Isaac paused just beyond the egress and the brunette almost bumped into him. The prince took another step forward, his fingers lifting to the edge of his hood. The air here smelleddifferent- less of rules and thick air, more of freedom and life itself.
For a brief moment, he hesitated, as though savoring the transition. Then he pushed it back, his blonde hair catching the lanternlight as it fell free. Philipp watched him quietly. No matter how many times they did this, the moment Isaac stepped into the city always felt significant - as if he was shedding more than just fabric.
Isaac inhaled deeply, his blue eyes bright as he looked around. “I love it out here,” he murmured, “it feels… real.” Philipp adjusted his own hood, though he kept it up. “It’s real inside the castle too,” he said gently, “just… different.” Isaac tilted his head, considering that.
“Different isn’t the same,” he replied after a moment, “here, no one watches how I stand or how I speak... or how long I laugh.” As if to prove his point, he turned and began down the street at an unhurried pace, gaze flicking from storefronts to upper windows, to the occasional late-night passerby. You could literally see the sparkle in his eyes.
Despite the hour, the streets weren’t empty, a high contrast to the castle grounds. A pair of bakers laughed together as they locked up for the night. Adventurers roomed the streets, on their way to the next tavern, for another round of ale, or to get their deserved rest for the night. Music drifted faintly from the distance, getting louder the longer they walked.
Philipp stayed close by his side as they strolled through the streets. “Just don’t forget where you are,” he said, “or who you are.” Isaac glanced at him sideways, a spark of mischief lighting his expression. “That almost sounded like a lecture.”
Before the brunette could reply, Isaac reached out and gave his side a quick, playful squeeze. Philipp yelped softly, shoulders jumping as he instinctively twisted away. “H-HeHehey!” Isaac laughed, delighted. “Spoilsport,” he teased, “you always start complaining right when we’re having fun.”
Philipp’s ears burned beneath his hood, a faint blush warming his cheeks despite himself, as he rubbed the ticklish feeling on his side away. He cleared his throat, straightening. “I’m just saying we shouldn’t stay out too long,” he said, a little less firmly than he’d intended, “we don’t want unwanted attention.”
Isaac raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “We can walk around a bit longer and then have a drink. Just you and me.” Philipp hesitated- then sighed, smiling despite himself.
“A bit longer,” he agreed, “but we keep moving... and we’re only drinking one mug this time,” he warned, remembering the last time Isaac had somewhat underestimated the strength of alcohol in the city and had to be carried by him halfway back. “Okay,” the blonde replied enthusiastic and Philipp snorted. One drink shouldn’t be a problem, right?
The streets grew livelier the further they went. Lanterns hung in clusters now, their light spilling onto cobblestones worn smooth by countless footsteps. Voices overlapped - laughter, arguments, snippets of funny songs. The smell of ale and roasted meat thickened the air and let Isaac's mouth pool with water.
They’d reached the tavern district. Isaac’s eyes widened as he took it all in, excitement plain on his face. On each side tavern after tavern in different size lined the streets. Laughter and music drifted from them and the scent of freshly cooked food was even stronger now.
A young adventurer, who had already been looking a bit too deeply into his mug, was just then relieving himself of his gluttony into a nearby bush, and Philipp quickly pulled the other along, who had starred at him with a sympathetic smile, while they searched for a suitable tavern, when Isaac suddenly came to a stop.
“There!” he said, pointing toward a warmly lit three-store building with painted shutters and a sign depicting a bell tied with ribbon. “That one. The Maiden’s Call.” Philipp followed his gaze, nodding. “I’ve heard of it,” he said, “decent reputation. Try not to stare too much.”
“No promises,” Isaac replied cheerfully as he dragged him towards the building. Inside, the tavern was alive with noise and warmth. Tables were crowded with travelers, merchants, and locals alike, tankards clinking as conversations flowed freely. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden beams and worn floorboards.
They managed to find a small table near the wall, Philipp positioning himself so he could see most of the room while Isaac eagerly scanned everything at once. A server soon came by to take their order and Isaac requested drinks and some bread and meat with a grin that suggested he was enjoying every second of this small rebellion.
He smiled over at his friend, lightly kicking him under the table. "Come on, take that hood off now, it only made you look suspicious Phil~" he teased the other. "That's not-" Philipp began but sighed. Isaac was right. He hesitated for a second before he pushed his hood back, revealing his brunette hair and two large ears, with one of them twitching instinctively.
Isaac smiled at the him. "Much better, right?" "...Right." As they waited, Isaac leaned forward, chin resting in his hand, listening openly to the conversations around them. A group nearby argued animatedly about trade routes. Another table erupted into laughter over a poorly told joke. Everything felt loud, messy, and wonderfully alive.
And then Isaac noticed him. The waiter moved easily through the crowd, balancing a tray with practiced grace. He had dark hair and kind brown eyes, his smile quick and genuine as he spoke to patrons, exchanging lighthearted words even as he worked. There was something about him-something warm and unguarded that drew Isaac’s gaze without effort.
He didn’t even realize he was staring until the waiter glanced up and met his eyes. For a brief moment, the noise of the tavern seemed to fade. The waiter blinked in surprise- then smiled. Heat rushed to Isaac’s face. He quickly looked away, heart thudding in his chest as if he’d been caught doing something terribly improper.
He straightened, suddenly very interested in the grain of the wooden table. Philipp noticed the shift immediately. “Everything alright?” he asked quietly. “Yes- no- I mean-” Isaac cleared his throat, forcing himself to relax. “I’m fine,” he said, waving it off, “just… distracted.” Philipp followed his gaze briefly, eyes landing on the waiter as he moved past another table.
Something unreadable flickered across his expression before he looked back at Isaac. “Try not to get us into trouble,” he said lightly. Isaac smiled, though his attention kept drifting despite himself. Somewhere in the tavern, laughter rang out louder than before. Tankards were raised. The night pressed on, blissfully unaware that it was about to take a sharp turn.
Isaac was halfway through his drink when the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly shifted. At first, it was subtle - laughter that lingered a second too long, voices growing louder at one of the tables near the bar. He barely noticed until his gaze drifted back toward the waiter again, drawn by an instinct he didn’t quite understand yet.
The man - Elliot, though Isaac still didn’t know his name - had stopped beside a group of adventurers. Their armor was scuffed and mismatched, cloaks thrown carelessly over chair backs, the sharp smell of ale clinging to them like a second skin. One of them leaned far too close, slinging an arm across the counter as he spoke.
“C’mon,” the man slurred, grinning, “you’ve been smilin’ at us all night. Least you could do is pour us another round, eh?” “I’m working,” Elliot replied, still polite, though his smile had tightened, “you’ve already had more than enough. I’ll bring water instead.” That was when one of the others reached out. Isaac’s fingers tightened around his tankard.
The drunk’s hand brushed against Elliot’s wrist, lingering in a way that was unmistakably deliberate. “Don’t be like that,” he laughed, “just a little fun.” Elliot pulled his hand back sharply. “Don’t touch me.” The table erupted into hoots and chuckles. One of the other waiters crossed eyes with Elliot, but latter only shook his head. Don’t intervene, I can handle.
“Haha, hear that Joffrey, little fellow doesn’t want ya~” one of adventures - a chubby man with barely any hair left chortled. “No, no- maybe *hic* you should’ve asked a bit friendlier!” another babbled as the group fell into another laughing fit, earning gazes from the tables next to them. Joffrey grimaced, his face getting redder, and he tried to grab him again.
Isaac was on his feet before he realized he’d moved. “HEY!” The single word cut through the noise with surprising clarity. Several heads turned. Isaac stood straight, his expression sharp in a way Philipp had seen only a handful of times before. “You heard him,” Isaac continued with a steady voice, “he said no.” The adventurer squinted at him, then laughed.
“And who are you supposed to be, pretty boy?” Philipp stood up as well, positioning himself just half a step behind Isaac, glaring at the redhead grimly. “Someone you don’t want to test,” the blonde said calmly. The laughter faltered. “What’s the problem?” another of the group demanded, pushing his chair back. “We’re just talkin’.”
Elliot looked between them, surprise flashing across his face- then concern. “I-It’s fine,” he said quickly, trying to defuse the situation, “really. I can handle it.” “I don’t think you should have to,” Isaac replied, not taking his eyes off the men who was getting angrier with each passing second.
That was enough. One of the adventurers surged to his feet, trying to shove Isaac’s shoulder. “Sit down and mind your business-” Philipp reacted instantly. The shove never fully landed. His hand caught the man’s wrist, twisting just enough to make him yelp as his balance faltered, landing face first on the ground.
The other adventures starred at their curving friend, their drunken brains trying to comprehend what had just happened. For a second, everything was quiet, before… the tavern erupted. “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT YOU ASSHOLE!”
Chairs were scraped back. Someone cursed. A tankard hit the floor and shattered, ale splashing across boots and wood alike, as Joffrey and his remaining drinking buddies pounced on them. Isaac ducked as a fist swung past his head, his heart pounding - not with fear, but with a strange, electric rush.
He took a step back, before shoving the attacker away, sending him towards another approaching one. The two crashed against each other, cursing. Using the momentum, he quickly got closer to the duo and gave them a kick, before they could get back up again.
Another drunk lunged at Philipp, only to be swept off his feet and sent sprawling with a solid thud. The brunette glared down at him with a darkened gaze, his tail stiffing. “Out!” someone shouted from across the room. “Get ’em out!” someone jeered. “Quick, someone call the guards!” another man shouted.
Elliot, who had been dragged away by one of his female co-workers to a safer distance, was watching with wide eyes as the duo was dealing with them, speechless, his heart beating faster. He felt helpless, wanting to help out, but he knew that he would only be in their way, and it made him feel bad. All he could do was watch as they were fighting his fight.
“Damn it, there's only two of them, get yourse-” Joffrey didn't get any further, as Isaac gave him a targeted hit against his sternum, sending the ringleader of the group to the ground as well. Joffrey cursed as he hit the ground, blood spreading out of his nose.
The brawl was messy and loud but short-lived. Philipp moved easily around his last “attacker”, disabling rather than injuring him, as he gave him a controlled and precise blow at his neck, knocking him out instantly. Isaac hadn't been as refined as his friend, but he had been fast - dodging, pushing, using the chaos to his advantage.
Within moments, the drunks were on the floor groaning or being dragged away by other patrons who’d had enough with them. Isaac stood in the middle of the room, his chest heaving as adrenaline sings in his veins. He turned just in time to see Elliot staring at him with wide eyes. “Are you alright?” Isaac asked, stepping closer. Elliot nodded quickly.
“Yes. I- thank you. Both of you.” His voice softened, relief and gratitude mingling in his expression. “You didn’t have to do that.” Isaac opened his mouth to reply, only to get interrupted. “The guards!” someone yelled near the door. “The city guards- someone must’ve called them!” Philipp’s ears pricked sharply as he hastily turned his head to the door.
He swore under his breath and grabbed Isaac’s wrist. “We’re leaving. Now!” Isaac protested instinctively. “But-” “No buts,” Philipp pulled him back, already heading toward the rear exit. “I told you not to cause a scene,” he shouted, as he dragged the other away. Isaac glanced back one last time.
Elliot was still watching them, concern etched into his features, lips parting as if to say something - but the crowd swallowed him up before a single word could be exchanged. Then they were out the door. The relatively cool night air hit Isaac like a shock as they burst into the alley, boots pounding against stone as Philipp didn’t slow until they’d cleared two streets.
Shouts echoed behind them, the distant clatter of armored footsteps confirming Philipp’s fears. They ran. Laughter bubbled out of Isaac’s chest despite himself, breathless and exhilarated as they wove through familiar streets, the castle’s silhouette rising ahead like a dark promise of safety.
“You’re unbelievable,” Philipp muttered, “absolutely unbelievable.” Isaac grinned at him, eyes bright even as they finally slowed near the hidden entrance that would take them back to the gardens.
“Worth it, these drunkards needed to be taught a lesson and I couldn't just stand by and watch them doing evil deeds, you know that that goes against my principles. Besides… I wasn’t the one who hit first, Phil~” he said simply with a teasing undertone. Philipp shook his head, but his hand tightened briefly around Isaac’s wrist before letting go.
“One day,” he mumbled quietly, “your chivalry is going to get you into serious trouble.” And I might not always be there to protect you, he finished in his mind. Isaac glanced back toward the city lights, his thoughts lingering on a warm smile and kind brown eyes he hadn’t even learned the name of yet.
“Maybe, but tonight, everything went well... and when said time should come, I will be glad to have you by my side then,” he replied softly, before pushing the other gently through the hidden entrance, unaware of the reaction his words had caused on Philipp’s cheeks, the city behind them still buzzing - unaware that something had just begun.
After a three-week break Nii-sensei is finally back with the newest chapter of Wind Breaker, continuing his mega cliffhanger, and I'm kinda speechless right now… I wasn't ready...
Congrats on your milestone Fabi 🥳🍾 You deserved all of them~ I thought that I'll try my luck as well. After the recent chapter of Wind Breaker left us with so many questions, how about something with lee!Nirei and ler!Suo? (Or switch? Whatever works best for you) These two are gonna shine in the upcoming chapters, I just know it. 🙈 Thanks a lot in advance~
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Omg thank you so much for stopping by! Means a lot to me as you're here since the veeery start adkshdks may this little piece bring you joy aaand a fantastic debut for your upcoming project! ~
"Hmmm," Suo cocked his head to the side, a hand to his chin as he thought about the question. After a few seconds, he smiled playfully. "Are you sure you're not getting any ideas from a movie?"
"I-I'm not!" Nirei insisted, stomping a little to defend his stance. If anyone would know about this, it would be Suo! And if anyone would teach him about it, it had to be Suo! "Are you sure you don't know? Maybe you just didn't know the name!"
Suo shook his head and Nirei sighed. "Well, vital points are a thing and you can aim for them if you're in trouble, but… isn't it more effective to just push someone instead? You can get in trouble if you miss the target."
Nirei pouted, knowing it would be hard to argue back. While it wasn't from a movie, he did read about it in a sports magazine's article. 'Win a fight in just three strikes' or something along those lines, featuring an interview with a medal-winner fighter. The concept sounded simple: 'just aim where it hurts', but could he execute it?
Seeing how Nirei was merely a few thoughts from start to spiraling into theories, Suo clapped his hands together and caught the other guy's attention. "Should we try it out? I think it's easier to understand the flaws if we put them to practice. Maybe I can help you figure it out, at least."
!!!
Those were the words he wanted to hear!
Nirei stood back up, his energy seemingly spiking up again after Suo agreed. Well, technically, he didn't, but it was something better than no practice at all. "Ready?!" Nirei huffed, holding his fists up.
Suo smiled and nodded, one of his hands held behind his back. Nirei understood the call and lunged forward. For a split of a second, he remembered the list written in the article: the temples, eyes, ears… remembering this should do it. He swung his arm, aiming for the side of Suo's head and—
"HYAhahah?!" Nirei gasped, his arm quickly coming down to wrap around his side. He rubbed the spot below his ribs, trying to soothe the sudden ticklish feeling that made him jump. "S-Suo-san?!"
"Yes?" Suo smiled, still holding out his hand in place with two fingers extended out. A precise, deadly and ticklish strike. "Would you like to try one more time?"
Nirei looked at his hand, then down to his side, confused. "D-did you just tickle me?"
"Of course not," Suo explained, finally relaxing his stance and standing back on his feet again, "people just happen to be more sensitive around their vital points. I guess it just happened to tickle."
"I-I see," Nirei nodded. It made sense, after all. One would want to protect themselves where they were weak, but… did Suo make his hit too light on purpose? "One more time, please!" He asked, getting ready and already going for Suo again. This time he should—
"AHAh— S-Suo-san!" Nirei giggled, a little too loud to his own surprise. He let out a small groan, not even waiting before trying another offensive again. Poke after poke, maybe he would learn a thing or two at the right time…
AHhh @lovelynim thank you so much 😍 😍 Both for your words and for writing it~ That was so adorable and exactly what I did hope for. These two really have such a good vibe together.
I'm so excited (and also a bit nervous) for the new project but all the more I want to share it with everyone...
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Even though I lost my 1.1k acc, I already said that the number of followers didn't matter so much to me, because I have so many interactions in silly and random posts rn.
I finally feel not so awkward to post, and I don't feel the urge to please people like before too HAHAHAHAH
so I really appreciate everyone that enjoy my hard working and my way of seeing the world 🤓 let's be silly and own what makes us happy, I'm glad to be part of this community!! I see and hear you, thanks for doing the same to me
Congrats on your new milestone. 🥳 It will only grow further from now. I'm so glad that you enjoy yourself and don't feel urged to please anyone. 😍☺️ That's such an important point!
All the more I'm even happier to have you in our community as well. Keep doing what you're doing and continue to enjoy what you love~
Ohhh! I love the black-and-white style. It fits to the vibe of the anime. You didn't fail at all. 😊 Yoshiki's tickle attack is kinda cute and the panel where he hesitated with himself to touch him... perfect. 🥰😍 I'm really wondering what Hikaru was gonna say 🤔 Anyway, great job. ❤️
