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Hello hello. I see that your request are closed but if/when you open them again, would you please consider a part 2 of the Isagi, Bachira, Kunigami, Chigiri fic? Where they find out it was Raichi and Gagamaru and how they exact their revenge?

Ooo, yes! It's been a hot minute since I've written for these boys! I can most certainly do a part two for you, anon! :D

For Part One- Kinda!

CW: Swearing, foot tickles

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“Wait! Wait, wait, wait hahang on- please!” Kuon could feel his heart racing, chills of anticipation running down his spine as his wrists were grabbed and pinned overhead. “I dohohn’t know what yohou’re tahalking about!”

“Oh? Is that so?” Isagi growled from his right, eyes glowing a dangerous hue. “Are you sure about that, Kuon? You really have no idea?”

“I doohon’t! I dohohon’t, reahahally!” The older boy cried, leaning away when Bachira playfully wiggled his fingers over his ribs, not quite touching him but rather hovering inches above. “Pleahhahse, don’t doohoho this!”

“He’s stubborn. No surprise there.” Kunigami mused from above, tapping a finger against Kuon’s pulse point. “You're up, Princess.”

“Going right for me, huh? Alright.” Chigiri, who was sitting comfortably on Kuon’s hips up to this point, made a big show of stretching out and cracking his knuckles. “Tell us what you know, Kuon- what’s the big idea sneaking around and tickling us”

“I’m tehheelling you it wahahahasn’t meheheheh! I knohohow nohohthing-eehehe!” He jerked when Isagi gently poked his ribs, making him giggle even more. “I sweahhahahahr I dihihihihdn’t!!”

"Hmm..guys, I believe him. It doesn’t sound like something he’d do.” Isagi mused outloud, sending a pinch of relief through the taller boy’s chest.

“That said, if he didn’t do it,there has to be another person! And it’s likely he knows.” Isagi added soon after, crushing Kuon’s hope to dust. “Got a name or two?”

They turned to look at him, but Kuon tightened his lips, shaking his head. “Eheheven if I dihihd, I’m nohoht snihihitching! I won’t do it again!”

Isagi blew out a huff. Then he nodded, something sweet entering his expression.

“Get him good, Chigiri.”

“Noohoho wait- Whahahah-ehehahhahahahhahhaahit!” A squeal ripped from Kuon’s throat the second Chigiri’s nails attacked his armpits, scratching away without any mercy. It was by far his worst spot- and they went right for it! They weren’t playing games. “Nohohoohoho nohohohot thehehehehehre!”

“Start talking!” Kunigami demanded.

“Nehehehehever! I’ll nehehehehver tehehehehll!”

“Dedicated to changing for the better, huh?” Bachira cooed at him, joining in and rapidly poking at his ribs. “Come on, save yourself, Kuon! It’s what you’re good at, right?”

“I rehehehehfuhuuhuhuse! I wohoohohohn’t sahahhay! Thehehehehy’ll kihihihill meheheheheehe!” Kuon cried out, cheeks pink and eyes tearing up. His laughter shot up another octave when Isagi climbed on his ankles, tickling his feet with a devious grin. “NOHOHOHO NOHOOHHOT THHAHAHT!”

“Oh, someone’s gonna kill you, huh? I think I know who it is now.” Chigiri mused, starting to smile. “I wanna hear it though. Tell us- give us a name!”

“Why try to protect them? They’d betray you in a heartbeat.” Kunigami added, scribbling a few fingers into Kuon’s neck. “Are we wrong?”

“Speech, speech, speech! Tell us you corn-flaked son of a-” Bachira began, giggling when Isagi poked him in the hip with a soft “too much.”

It took a significant amount of tickling- Kuon was surprisingly durable despite four sets of hands attacking him. Eventually though…

“FIHIHINE FIHIHIHINE I’LL TEHEHEHELL YOOHOHOU! I’LL TEHEHEHLL YOOHOHOHU DAHAHAHAMN!”

“That’s what we want to hear!” Isagi laughed, signaling the others to stop. Only Chigiri remained, hands positioned over Kuon’s armpits in case he backed out. “Now, talk.”

~~~

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

“Raichi.”

“SHIT-” The shorter of the pair swore when Gagamaru called his name, twisting to glare up at him. “Good god, man- can’t you at least breathe louder? How are you so quiet?”

“This place is a ghost town.” Gagamaru ignored the question, taking in the lack of presence. Usually there’d be at least one other person in sight, but they were the only two here. “Did we get the wrong room?”

“How the hell would we get the rooms wrong? We’ve been here for months!” Raichi tried not to let the sudden onslaught of nerves show as he walked in further. “We’re just the first ones here for once. The rest of them will turn up eventually.”

Gagamaru nodded, the door sliding shut behind him. They were alone.

At least- that’s what they thought.

“BOO!” Bachira yelled as he charged from behind, tackling Raichi straight into the futon stack. They tumbled and crashed, sending pillows everywhere. “Gotcha!”

“The hell, bob cut- what kind of ghost tackles people?” Raichi barked as he tried to grab him, starting to snicker. “Stahahp, stahahp, whhahatch your hhahahnds!”

“Oh no! Raichi.” Gagamaru went to help, but he was soon grabbed by Kunigami. Pulled back against his chest, the ginger called out to his hidden allies. “Princess, Isagi- get them!”

“Right! Here we come!” Isagi cried out, flying at Raichi at maximum speed. Soon the pile near the futons grew, sending even more toppling over as Raichi barked out a giggly curse. Chigiri on the other hand ran over to Gagamaru, fingers wiggling and eyes dancing.

“Here I come…gotcha!” He cheered softly, grabbing onto the taller boys waist. Gagamaru blinked down at him. “Uh…Kuni? I think he’s not ticklish.”

“No way, he definitely is! Kuon said so- whoops.” The ginger blushed, accidentally revealing their informant.

“THAHHAHT BAHHHAHASTARD!” Raichi roared from his spot, his laughter increasing as Isagi and Bachira attacked his torso. No matter how many times he flipped or flopped, they stuck to his ribs and hips like glue. “SHIHIHIIHT! Gehahahhahhaha! Yoohohohou fuhuuhuhuhckers!”

“Oo, he said a bad word!” Bachira laughed, pinching along the ash blonde’s upper ribs.

“He always says bad words! Raichi- try not to swear and we’ll let you up, okay?” Isagi teased, drilling his thumbs into Raichi’s hips. That got a new assortment of squealing swears. “That’s gonna be harder than I thought.”

Back with Gagamaru, Chigiri was running his tickly fingers up and down Gagamaru’s sides, looking for a weakness. “He really does seem immune. Maybe Kuon lied?”

“Yeah.” Gagamaru nodded. The hero on the other hand wasn’t convinced.

“No way- we got him pretty bad. He was telling us the truth. Let’s see..he said to go- here?” Kunigami secured the lanky teen with one arm as the other crept up his shoulder blades, giving them a scritch. That got them a reaction- Gagamaru stiffened with a huff. “Found it.”

“Let me go and I’ll help you get Raichi.” He offered, but it was quickly rejected as Chigiri began focusing on that spot, making him smile. “Pleahahhase!”

“Yohohohohou trahhahaitor! Trahahhaitor, bohohohoth of yhoohohohhou!” Raichi cried out, eyes misting with mirth at the relentless tickles. His entire body felt like air- growling lighter as he fought for oxygen. “Gihihihive mehehehe a brehahahak and Iihihihih’ll tehhehehell yohoohohu his oohohohther spoohohohohts!”

“Whohoho’s the trahahhaitor nohohohow?” Gagamaru giggled back, slowly sinking to the ground like a deflated balloon as Chigiri and Kunigami carried on their antics. “Spaahhahahre emehheheehhe!”

“Hmm…Bachira, let’s give Raichi a rest. We can help get Gagamaru!” Isagi gently prodded the other, signaling the end. Bachira hummed before nodding, releasing the hot head.

Regret was instant.

“GOT YOUR AHAHASES!” Raichi lunged at them, but he was too slow and the mats were in the way, sending him flying onto his face against the remaining tower of futons. Bachira yelped and dived away, crashing into Kunigami. Gagamaru was released soon after, just barely catching the pair as they all tumbled to the ground. Chigiri was the only one with enough sense to step backwards as Isagi haphazardly flailed into a nearby futon- his ankle caught by Raichi.

Soft groans radiated from the pile of bodies. On a whim, Chigiri shuffled over and laid out across Isagi’s back- adding to the stack. “Oof- I fell. Game over.”

“Pfft- such a princess.” Isagi laughed against the floor, gently tugging at his leg. “My fo-hehehet!” He yelped and yanked his leg away when Raichi gave it a quick scribble.

“Heh…hehe…whahhat the hell was thahaht for aahhanyway?” Groaned out Raichi, closing his eyes. Nearby, he heard Bachira laughing as he rolled off the nearest body and Kunigami mumbling something about his back aching. “Whahat’d we dohoho?”

“Seriously? You don’t recall?” Isagi raised a brow. “You guys started a tickle war among us! Then you said it was Kuon who did it!"

“What-that son of a bitch! He snitched!” Raichi growled, though his tone held no true malice.

“In all fairness, we kinda forced it out of him.” Kunigami confessed, cheeks reddening some. Gagamaru huffed out a laugh in response.

“There’s no point in denying it. Yeah- we did it.” The blocker nodded, them shared a cheeky glace with Raichi. “And now- we’re gonna do it again!” With that, he grabbed the nearest body he could reach- his victim happening to be Chigiri. “Help me, Raichi!”

"You bet your ass I will! After this, I’m paying that long haired bastard a visit."

The room was filled with laughter once more as the pair got their immediate revenge. Somewhere in a different room, Kuon felt himself shiver from head to toe.

"Oh my...I think I'm in trouble.”

Thanks for reading!

#Blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #squiggily writes the things #kunigami rensuke #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #chigiri hyoma #raichi jingo #gagamaru gin #kuon wataru #should we do a part 3 with more Lee!Kuon?#lemme know karkjearjke

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A Monstrous Craving: First Selection (Blue Lock)

Such an intense gif oh my-

Hey y'all! Happy April Fools Day! I don't really have any strong feelings about the day, but since today is one of hi-jinks and shenanigans, I figured why not make the most mischievous Blue Lock character of all a fic to celebrate?

This is part 1 of 2 fics I'm writing: This one takes place during the First Selection with Team Z, while the second one will take place during Second Selection (No spoilers in either, just lots of Bachira tickle-related shenanigans) I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing, gang tickles

Summary: Bachira wakes up with only one goal in mind; become the Ultimate Blue Lock Tickle Monster.

Bachira Meguru was a simple, if not whimsical boy.

He loved taking naps throughout the day. He enjoyed canned pineapple and a warm bowl of rice in the morning. He likes drawing dolphins on his things and adores Soccer with every thread in his body.

Oh, and he loved messing with his teammates.

How could he not? 11 different personalities essentially locked in the same room- it was bound to happen, this sudden craving of messing with them. Bachira hadn’t planned it- he simply woke up one morning with a single thought in mind.

“Today- I’m gonna get them all.”

~~~

Fingers worked meticulously through silky red strands. Chigiri was half out of it- despite a shower and leg care that morning, his brain wasn’t quite on yet. The good thing about his current hairstyle was he did it so many times these days it became muscle memory, so there was no need to fight for a spot in the bathroom mirror.

Bachira sat behind him, mesmerized as he worked. He loved watching hair braiding- he used to watch his mom do the same thing to her own hair before gathering her paints, his little boy brain blown as she smoothed it down into a single neat rope. Even now, he couldn’t help but be amazed by how effortless Chigiri made it look.

But right now wasn’t the time to gawk. He had a small window of opportunity.

This hairstyle required both arms up and out of the way, giving Bachria the perfect place to attack. He waited until Chigiri was tucking the last bobby pin against the base before shooting his hands out, going straight for the armpits.

“AH!” Chigiri squealed, falling backwards with a high-pitched yelp. Then he was laughing, squirming to and from against Bachira’s chest as he tried blocking out the mischievous fingers. “Gehahahahahaha! Noooo! Nohoohoho, don’t you dahhahahhare!”

“Good morning, ChiChi! How are you today? Aww, are you ticklish?” Bachria cooed, watching his cheeks go red as he covered his face in mirth, feet kicking. “What lovely hair- is it secure? Just testing out the endurance of it!”

“Bahhahahahchira, cohoohohome ohoohohohon!” Chigiri cried out, all but squeaking when those hands lowered to his ribs. “Plehhahahahhahahse!”

“Hehe, okay~” Bachira retreated, standing up and leaving a now exhausted Chigiri gasping for air against the floor. His hair- to Bachira’s satisfaction- remained the same. “Test complete- that’s a strong braid you got going on! Okay- bye bye!” He turned to leave, barely hearing Chigiri’s muffled curse as he went to find his next victim.

~~~

“Hm?” Gagamaru blinked when he felt a tap on his arm, turning to find-

Nothing. There was no one there.

“Is that you, Naruhaya?” He asked casually, figuring the tiny player was hiding in his blind spot. Another tap, this one on his elbow. He turned, and still- there was no one. “I’m not giving you food. I don’t even have any on me right now.”

Silence. Maybe he was being haunted?

Wouldn’t be the first time.

Another tap, this one on his lower back. Twisting- he found Naruhaya sitting by. “Found you!” He ran up, missing the fact the younger boy was sitting way too far to be the culprit, and grabbed his sides- squeezing gently. “What are you up to, you food thief?”

“Aheheahhahahaha! Whahahhahait, I dihihihiidn’t ehehehehven mohohohohove!” Naruhaya cried, cheeks flushing an adorable shade of pink as he squirmed and giggled in Gagamaru’s clutches. “I prohohoohoohmise!”

“Yeah right- you keep tapping me and running. I know your tricks.” Gagamaru moved a hand to his belly, making him squeal. “Confess, and I’ll let you be.”

“BUUHUHUHUT I DHIIHIHIHN’T DOOHOOHOH IT!”

“Keep on saying that-” Something brushed his shoulders, making the bigger boy shoot up. Forgetting to tickle, he turned- finding nothing once more. Okay- he was definitely haunted.

“What’s going on? Are you bullying Naruhaya, Gaga-chan?” Bachira tsked, walking up with a secret smile. Ah- there’s his ghost. “That’s not very nice of you. Naru-chan? Wanna get him back?”

“Yehehahhahah!” Naruhaya didn’t need to be told twice, already standing.

“Wait…don’t do it…” Gagamaru held up his hands, but the pair were already on him, fingers flying over his torso. He tried fighting back, but then Bachira found that same spot against his shoulder blades and it was all over. “Oh nohohohoohohooho!”

“Oh yes!” Bachira giggled, stepping back as Naruhaya took over, giggling along with him. Good luck, Gaga-chan! Now, who's next…?”

~~~

“X”

“Oh come ON!”

“What? ‘X’ is a fair guess!”

“Just how many words do you know that have an ‘X’ in them?”

“Xenomorph, X-Ray, Excalibur-”

“IT’S SIX LETTERS!”

“Guys, calm down.” Kuon sighed from his spot, shaking his head as he drew a foot on the hanging stick figure. “Unfortunately, ‘X’ is not on the list. Wanna buy a vowel?”

“Told you.” Raichi rolled his eyes at Iemon, crossing his arms across his chest as he glared at the notepad. So far, the six spaces contained a “O”, a “T” and a “R”. “Eh..sure. Give me a- “YEE!”

“‘YE’ is two letters.” Kuon raised a brow. “Which one?”

Raichi twisted around, rubbing his sides. He swore someone just poked him in the ribs. “Hang on- What the hell, Iemon? Why are you trying to sabotage?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything!” The goalie squawked in shock, eyes widening at the accusation. “Tell him, Kuon!”

“Really- he didn’t move.” Kuon nodded, tilting his head. “What’s up?”

“...Nothing- forget it. I’m guessing ‘E’” Raichi waved it off, a pinch of smugness in his chest when Kuon wrote it in. “See? I’m good at guessing!”

“If you're so good, why not go for the word then?” Iemon asked, turning to the paper. “Actually- I’ll do it. I know the answer!”

“Take a shot!” Kuon got ready. Iemon opened his mouth to speak-

And what came out was a string of giggles.

“...What?” Raichi blinked when the other settled, face on fire.

“I-something- that was…” Iemon stammered. “Nevermind. I’m guessing..’P’?”

“Close, but no.” Kuon popped the marker cap, going to draw a leg. “Not a bad gue-AHH!” His hand slipped, cutting across the paper when he felt two fingers drill into the center of his ribs. Now the little stick man had an elongated broken leg. “What the-”

“Ah! Fuhuhuhuck! No dohoohohn’t!” Raichi hooted when hands attacked his hips, squeezing from behind. Iemon blinked, catching a blur of brown-blond hair.

“Bachi-Gahahhahahaha!” Iemon spasmed when his ribs were once again attacked, this time lingering. “Whahahhahahht?”

“Huh? What-Ehehehehehehhe! Kuon arched with a giggle, notepad flying out of his hands as he tried guarding his armpits, feeling them prodded at.

It went as quickly as it came, leaving the three to stare at one another in wide eyed shock.

What the hell just happened?

~~~

Kunigami let out a slow breath as he positioned himself parallel to the mats. His muscles pulsed, sweat dripping off his bare chest as he began his one armed pushups. The gym was uncharacteristically quiet- usually one or two people would wander in at this hour to get a quick run or lift some weights. Today- Kunigami figured- everyone else was simply too tired to do it.

“KUNI!”

“SHIT-”

Nevermind then.

Bachira laughed gleefully as he watched Kunigami faceplant, groaning softly against the worn-in mats. “Wow- look at you, using one arm! Trying to show off?” He waltzed over and grabbed a nearby towel, tossing it across Kunigami’s back before taking a seat. “Why not wait until he comes in?”

Kunigami didn’t ask who “he” was, nor did he complain about the additional weight against his back. Instead, he adjusted himself so he was pushing with both hands, resuming his workout. “I don’t just do this for attention, Meguru. I do it because I love it.” Kunigami grunted some as Bachira adjusted, lying across his back and evening out the weight distribution.

“But you like it though? ChiChi watching you?” He teased, grinning when Kunigami’s neck flushed.

“...Maybe.”

“Admit it!” Bachira giggled, dropping his hands down and clawing at the softer parts of Kunigami’s belly. “You like ChiChi watching you!”

“Ah!” Kunigami yelped as he hit the mat again, catching himself on his elbows so he didn’t break Bachira’s fingers. “Stahahhap! Stop thahahhahat! Bahahhachiraahhahaha!”

“Admit it first! You like Chigiri! Say it! Say it!” Bachira cooed at him, hanging on as the other tried twisting this way and out of his grip. “Say it or I won’t stop tickling you!”

“Ahehahha! Fihiihihne! Pfft- Geahhaha! Fihiihihine, you wihiihhiihn!” Kunigami cried, tapping the mat repeatedly. “I like hiihihim, now stahhahap!”

Bachira did as promised, pulling his hands back and standing. “Knew it. Don’t wait too long to tell him now. He just might like you back.”

“Like who back?” As if the devil himself had been called. Bachira grinned at Chigiri’s confused expression, winking at Kunigami as he made his way towards the door.

~~~

“Want some?”

“No way.”

“Come on!” Igarashi groaned, bowing his head in plea as he presented his pickled radish. “One trade? I won’t ask again!”

“Dude, no way! Pickled Radish makes my breath stink. How the hell am I to pick up girls like that?” Yudai shook his head, leaning away from the dish. “Besides- it’s not like I’ve got anything better.” On his own tray were two soft boiled eggs. “I’m starting to hate eggs…”

“It’s not like we’re going to be meeting any girls while we’re here! Plus it taste’s alright!” Igarashi gave him his best big eyes. “I haven’t had soft boiled eggs on rice in so long! I’m craving them!”

“Move up in rank and you’ll have them then.” Yudai rolled his eyes, breaking a yolk over his rice. His stomach turned at the sight. “Nevermind. Here.” He traded.

“Yes! Thank you so much, Yudai! I’ll never forget you after you eventually lose!” Igarashi cheered, taking his eggy rice.

“What the hell does that even mean?” He rolled his eyes before taking the radish. Well- at least it was new.

“Hey guys!” Bachira bounced over, leaning in so he was between them. “Whatcha doing?”

“Making ourselves like this stuff.” Yudai poked at his tray, nose twitching as Igarashi devoured his rice. “Hey, do you like pickled Radish?”

“Mm..nah.” Bachira shook his head. “But you know what I do like?”

“What?” Yudai raised a brow, Igarashi putting down his bowl in equal curiosity.

No warning was given. Bachira simply put his arms around both their waists and attacked.

“AH! Ahehahahahhahaha, nohohohohoho come ohohohohn mahahhahahan!” Yudai cried out, nearly drowned out by Igagauri’s own wails of mirth.

“Gheahhahahahahahha! Nohohoohooho! Dohoohohohohn’t I’m tihiihihhicklish!”

“Are you now? Man, you two are so quiet- I nearly forgot you were here!” Bachira cooed sweetly, moving his hands to their bellies and earning even more squeals and laughs. “I need to do this more often, he he he~”

He pulled away, not before reaching out and stealing an egg. Smiling at the taste, he turned to his own tray, placing his plate of abandoned udon between them. “Thanks boys!”

Igarashi’s complaints about the egg were quickly forgotten as he and Yudai thanked him relentlessly, spitting the dish. Bachria grinned as he headed out.

Only one more person to go.

~~~ “So what do you wanna work on?” Isagi asked as they walked out to the field, stretching his arms. “Speed? Dribbling? Scoring?”

“Actually- I wanna work on something new.” Bachira walked up, an easy grin on his lips. The lack of a soccer ball should have been Isagi’s warning. “I wanna work on blocking.”

“Blocking? Alright.” Isagi shrugged, figuring they really didn’t need one then. “Like, blocking an approach or pushing past one?”

Bachira didn’t respond, only continued to smile. Isagi felt himself twitch, suddenly unsure of himself. “Erm..Bachira?”

“Hey, Isagi.”

“...Yeah?”

There was a flash, and suddenly the world was upside down. Isagi smelled the grass before he hit it, barely registering the feeling before he was dragged under again with waves of ticklishness.

“Ah! Aheahhahahahhahaha! Whahahahhait, whahahahhahait- Bahhhahachira!” Isagi cried, kicking his feet and twisting about as Bachira’s fingers flew against his ribs, focusing towards the center as he slowly began his descent towards his lower set. “Whahhahahaht the heheheheheehell?”

“I saved you for last, Isagi-chan~ I wanted to hear you laugh the most today!” Bachira cooed sweetly at him, going right for that awful spot on the lowest rib. Isagi arched with a shriek, laughter blossoming out of his lips as his squirms increased. “I wanna hear you squeal like a pig!”

“BAHAHHAHAHCHIRA, STAHHAHAHAHAHAP!” Isagi wailed, cheeks on fire and eyes wet with mirth. He pushed with his heels, trying in vain to get away. His hands circled Bachria’s wrists, gently tugging. “OHOOOHKAY STAHHAHAHP!”

Giggling, Bachira pulled back, resting his hands gently against Isagi’s belly as the other gasped for air, smiling warmly at him. “Hehe, you’re adorable, Isagi-chan.”

“Heh…hehehe…” Isagi rolled his eyes, moving his own hands up from Bachria’s wrists to his hands, holding them within his own. “Tehehhell me…dihiihd you actually wahahhant to train?”

“Nope!” Bachira popped the “P”, grinning. “But since we’re here, we can do something else~”

Isagi raised a brow, sitting up. “And that is…?”

Bachira’s lips silenced any questions he had as they pressed gently into his own. Not that he was complaining.

~~~

The day was long but rewarding, and Bachira giggled himself silly as he tugged on his sweats, fresh out of the shower. The entire time, he kept replaying the highlights in his head, his lips still tingling from Isagi’s kiss. The perfect ending to a fairly mischievous day.

And yet…he couldn’t shake the feeling something was missing. The smallest detail to make the day even greater than it was.

As he walked into the main room, watching the boys set up for bed, it hit him.

Quite literally.

“Grab him!” Raichi called, and Bachira turned on his heels, running for the door. Just a few more steps- “Nope! Chigiri was before him, his speed proving useful beyond the soccer field. A second of hesitation proved all that the other’s needed; Bachria squeaked when arms came around his waist, hiking him up and off the floor.

“Sorry, Bachira- but not really.” Gagamaru sounded deeply amused as he unceremoniously dropped him into a pile of futons. “You brought this on yourself.”

Bachira went to mock-argue, but all that came out were giggles of anticipation as the rest of the team came around him, Kunigami’s hands gathering his wrists in a gentle but firm hold as Isagi took his rightful seat across his lap. At least his back was protected. For now.

“Ready?” Isagi asked, raising his hands with wiggling fingers. On each side of him, Raichi cracked his knuckles while Chigiri giggled softly in his hands. Behind them, someone grabbed his ankle-possible Kuon, maybe Iemon? It really didn’t matter in a minute.

“Ahehehe- hohohold on! Wahhahait, wahhahit.” Bachira giggled out, willing his heart to slow. It didn’t- the pause only made his anticipation worse. “Neehhehevermind, just doohohoho it!”

“Eager, aren’t we?” Kunigami teased as they looked to Isagi to make the call. With an unfairly long pause, Isagi smirked.

“Get’em!” He shouted, and Bachira burst into howls of mirth as multiple hands attacked at once. Isagi took the lead going right for the ribs while Rachi drilled into his hips. Chigiri- oh that devil- he slipped his hands beneath him so he could claw at his back! His legs weren’t any better- someone’s hand danced along his sole while the other squeezed his knee and calf like they were playing guitar. Kunigami, much to his credit, didn’t attack- instead opting to keep Bachria’s arms up and out of the way. That, however, didn’t stop Naruhaya from slipping under his arm so he could give his neck and ears a few playful scribbles.

“GHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!”

Teases and jeers were thrown at him, but he could barely think beyond just how ticklish it all was. He didn’t know if he was pleading for mercy or simply laughing- everything was a bit of a blur. Had it been a minute or ten? Was he still in this universe or had he transcended into a new one?

“Okay- STOP!” Isagi called, and instantly the hands retracted. Noise returned- he could hear the others laughing around him, cooing at him sweetly or jeering about how he had it coming. In the corner of his eye, he could see Kunigami gently prod at Chigiri earning a swat and a halfhearted glare.

It was all nice, but nothing beat seeing Isagi above him, blue eyes like the sky he so rarely saw since coming to Blue Lock. A smile played on his face as he reached out, cool fingers gently brushing sweaty bangs off his face. A pair of even softer lips followed, pressing gently along his brow before he climbed off, mumbling something about getting the dribbler some water.

“Best day EVER!” Igarashi cheered, earning a chorus of both “Hell Yeah!”s and “Shut the hell up!”s. Bachira giggled breathlessly as he curled beneath the futon he laid upon, watching the rest of them find their own. He felt light and dizzy and giggly and warm. So comfortably warm, like he was lying in his favorite spot at his Mom’s art studio. Isagi reappeared, water in hand, crawling beneath the blankets and pulling the smaller boy close.

“You okay?” Isagi asked in his hair, his hand brushing his back in a soothing gesture. “We didn’t go too far, did we?”

Too tired to talk, Bachira shook his head, feeling Isagi relax against him. His mind was halfway to dreamland, the rest of Team Z fading away until he could only hear Isagi’s heartbeat. “Thanks for making my day better, Yoiichi.”

Maybe he said it out loud. Maybe he dreamed about it. Bachira would never know. All he remembered was the sound of Isagi’s heart racing faster, the arms around him tightening some with such care.

He dreamed of endless blue skies that night.

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