#I'm honestly down for a final part with Rin and his team if y'all want it

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omg ur most recent blue lock fic was so cute 😭😭😭 pls i need a part 2 😭😭😭😭😭

(but dont stress urself over it im just saying its rlly cute and wholesome lmao remember to take care and have lots of breaks ❤️❤️)

If I recall correctly- this was about my fic: "All The King's Men"; which thank you so much btw! I appreciate the kind words! I wasn't originally planning a sequel but after getting this ask and thinking about it for a hot minute...yeah; we can make a part two! :D I hope you like it, anon!

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“Get his leg, boys.”

Yorrichi Isagi may have lacked Chigiri’s speed, Nagi’s control and Barou’s power- but that didn’t mean he was weak.

With a sudden twist, he gathered up the blankets and pillows, shoving them into their faces as he rolled off the bed, diving beneath. Move, move, MOVE! He willed his body to go as Barou swore, blinded. The door opened with barely a creek.

“He’s getting away!” Nagi called as Isagi barrel rolled out, scrambling to his feet as he ran. In a leg race, he was done for- Chigiri would have had him in seconds. He just needed…

There!

He dived into the nearest locker room as footsteps approached, running into the showers. Once there, he slid into a stall, peeking through the gap.

“Gotcha…huh.” Chigiri blinked, looking around the empty room with curious eyes. “Isagi? Are you in here?” The redhead poked around, turning to look back at the lockers. “Isagi?”

Crawling on his knees, the brunette shimmied under the stall dividers, the smell of bleach burning his nostrils. Well- at least they were clean. When he got to the one closest to the door, he poked his head out, finding Chigiri checking the last stall at the end.

“I swear this place is haunted…” He poked his head into another, and another. Isagi dived behind him and into the locker room.

And- because he felt like it- he slammed an empty locker shut on his way out.

“SHIT!” Chigiri’s squawk of surprise nearly took him out as he booked it.

“Chi? What’s up- there you are!” Nagi cried as he came around the corner. Isagi yelped before flying down the hall again, pumping his legs with all his strength. It wasn’t long before Nagi was slowing down- all his endurance giving out as he waved a weak hand. “Wait- wait, come…back.

“HA!” Victory!

Soaring around the corner, he found Barou waiting for him.

“OH SHI-” He doubled back, just narrowly avoiding Nagi. He dove into the kitchen at the last second.

“Damn, Isagi- would you hold still!” Barou called, chasing after him with a moderately exhausted Nagi on his heels. “You’re like a damn worm!”

“What’s wrong, King? Can’t catch the gingerbread man?” Isagi laughed as he put the table between them, diving the opposite way Barou went. Nagi tried enclosing him, but Isagi simply moved tables. “Too slow! Hehehe!”

“You son of a-” Barou began just as Chigiri came flying in, closing the distance fast. Isagi squeaked and bolted, but his fate was already decided when Barou climbed OVER the table.

“NO! No no nohohohooo! Wahhahait!” Isagi yelped as he was grabbed, squished between Barou and Chigiri as they met in the middle. Nagi, who had positioned himself near the door to act as guard, whooped. “We did it!”

“The hell do you mean we?” Barou threw the brunette over his shoulder, carrying him back to the room the same way he did Chigiri. “You literally gave up.”

“No I didn’t- I simply prioritized my usefulness.” Nagi shrugged as their room came into view, taking his place as Isagi was tossed back into his bed. “You two had him- and now I do THIS!”

“Na-GI!” Isagi cried, laughing before anything started as Nagi threw himself across his torso. Within seconds, he was dead weight, holding him down as the others took their places on each side of him. “Wahhahait, wahahhait guhuuhhuys pleahahhase!”

“Any last words, gingerbread man?” Barou glared down at him, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Ehehehrm, do you know…the muffin man?”

“The muffin man?” Nagi asked automatically.

“THE MUFFIN MAN!”

“A lot of movie references, lately.” Chigiri mused.

“Enough shrek talk! Get em!” Barou commanded, and within seconds Isagi was laughing like a child, feet kicking as he squirmed against the bed. Nagi was at his waist, digging into the soft spots of his belly and sides with lazy prods and pokes. Chigiri had his legs, kneading his thigh with the precision of a sports doctor, and Barou was at his head, jabbing at his armpits whenever the opportunity arrived.

“Gehahahhahhahahaha! Guhuuhuuhuhhuys, pleahahhahahahhsae! Gehahahahahhaha pleahhahahhahe wahhahahahhahit!” He tried waving a hand out, but any move he made introduced more spots to tickle. “Aheahhahhahahha it tihihiiihihickles!”

“That’s kind of the point, Isagi!” Nagi giggled against him, moving his hands up to his ribs. When he poked his lowest set, Isagi squealed. “Is this a bad spot?”

“Can’t be as bad as here.” Chigiri wormed a hand under the pair, squeezing Isagi’s hip. “This is bad, yeah?”

“Oh please- you two are amateurs. This is a bad spot.” Barou wiggled his fingers against the back of Isagi’s neck and ears. “Aren’t I right?”

“Yeah, Isagi- tell us who’s right!” Nagi nodded.

“Who’s tickling you the most right now?”

The answer? All of them were terrible. Isagi would have said that if he wasn’t currently dying from laughter, cheeks red and laugh on the verge of silence as he kicked and thrashed, howling with mirth. “PLEHAHAHAHAHHAHSE GUHUHUHUUHUHUYS!”

“Hm- he’s a bit red. Yo- reel it in.” Barou reached out, tapping Nagi on the shoulder. Chigiri had already stopped, pulling his hands back as he helped Nagi climb off a now exhausted Isagi. “Don’t wanna suffocate him. You good?”

“Ahehehe…hehehehe…hehe…yehhahah.” Isagi sighed, too tired to say more. Nagi raised a hand in victory before flopping into Chigiri, leaning on him so much they rolled off the bed.

“GAH! Nagi!”

“Carry me.”

“Carry yourself, you lazy sloth!”

“But it’s too faaaar~”

“Oi, these two- come on, Mr. Hassle.” Barou got up as well, giving Isagi a quick hair ruffle as he did. Too tired to watch, Isagi curled into himself, pulling his abandoned blanket up and over his body.

In the distance, he swore he heard muffled fits of laughter.

He dreamt of bumblebees that night.

Thanks for reading!