#about having a fair fight it was about the bit of reigen winning

[carlyraejepsans]

is it actually statistically possible for me to be responsible for changing the course of a poll with over 200k final votes I gegnuinely don't care bitch!!!! NOBODY pulled as hard as me in that race okay. I'm claiming that shit like reigen and the slit-mouthed woman.

[tklpilled]

merry christmas, @lee-lucius !

shigeo isn’t popular. he’s been told that before; reigen’s made it very clear, at least. he’s well aware that he has a small group of friends, but he’s fine with that. he doesn’t exactly like when lots of attention is on him, it overwhelms him.

so, he’s not used to being fought over.

“you have an unfair advantage.” teruki sits behind him, arms wrapped around shigeo’s waist and pulling him into his lap. his head is resting on shigeo’s shoulder. “you live together.”

“that doesn’t mean we’re always spending time with each other.” ritsu sits across from them, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. 

“but you’ve known each other all your lives!” teru huffs.

shigeo stays out of their argument, embarrassed and unsure what to say. he instead leans his head slightly against teru’s and focuses on the feel of the steady thumping of the blond’s heart.

“if shige liked you more, that wouldn’t matter,” ritsu retorts. 

teru makes a hmph noise. “but that’s still not fair! right, shigeo?”

ritsu narrows his eyes. “shigeo?”

teru’s heartbeat speeds up. “ah. u-um.”

“it’s fine,” shigeo interrupts, before either of them can say anything more. “you don’t have to fight.”

“shi—” teru cuts himself off with a glare in ritsu’s direction. “he’s right. there’s no need to fight over this.”

ritsu nods. “right. glad you realised how wrong you are.”

shigeo sighs and prepares himself for a long day.

it becomes a competition of who knows shigeo better. ritsu, naturally, is winning, although teru continues to protest against the advantage that he has. shigeo tunes them out, not bothering to pay any attention. he doesn’t even realise that they’re asking him a question until teru pokes him to get his attention.

“c’mon! answer!”

shigeo blinks back into reality. “ah, teru—” (“teru,” mouths ritsu, gaping at the use of not only teru’s first name, but his nickname) “—cut that out, please.” he swats teru’s hands away lightly before looking up. “um. what were you asking?”

ritsu shakes his head to clear his obviously many thoughts and questions. “we just wanted to know—”

“are you ticklish, shigeo?”

please stop calling me that, you’ll give ritsu a stroke, shigeo thinks, before the question registers. “huh?”

teru pokes him again, gentler this time. “or are you hurt? you’re not hurt, are you?”

“n-no, i’m fine.”

ritsu leans in, looking interested. “i didn’t think you were still ticklish, shige.”

their attention is suddenly entirely on him. he squirms a bit. “u-um, what was the que—aha!” he jolts, and teru giggles beside his ear.

“oh, you are!” he turns to ritsu. “see, i bet i know more about where he’s ticklish than you do!”

before shigeo could point out that actually, neither of them had known anything about it until just a moment ago, teru’s fingers spring into action, and then shigeo is too busy with his sudden fit of laughter. 

he covers his mouth with his hand, curling up. “w-wahahait!” he protests quietly at the feeling of teru scribbling over his stomach. 

“just admit it, shigeo,” teru says, and shigeo can feel the outline of his smile from where the blond’s cheek is touching his, his chin resting on shigeo’s shoulder. “i know you better.”

“he can’t admit something if it’s not true.” ritsu’s voice is suddenly much closer than before, and then an extra set of hands are squeezing his knees.

teru grumbles. “go on,” he tells shigeo. “which of us do you like better?”

“th-thahahat wahasn’t the quehehestion!” shigeo squeals, batting at the assaulting hands but otherwise not fighting back much.

“no, it wasn’t,” ritsu agrees, “because the answer is obviously—”

“bohohoth! both of yohou!”

the two of them pause instantly. teru is the first to speak up.

“…both?”

shigeo nods, catching his breath. “b-both…i like you both.”

they look at each other, and for a moment shigeo thinks they'll finally stop arguing. and then —

“that's not the right answer, shige.” four hands are back to tormenting him, and the noise shigeo makes is not a squeal… but it is pretty damn close.

“wait, wait, wahahait!”

this continues for a while — all three of them know that shigeo could never actually pick a favourite between the two of them. the arguing is just for fun, and it’s a silent agreement that the tickling is because shigeo needs to smile more often.

but when shigeo pleads for them to stop, they both freeze instantly; because much like he cares about them too much for his own good, they love him too much to keep tormenting him. a smile being forced from you isn’t a true smile, after all.