#ena my bipolar queen

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Tickletober Day 21: Costume

[sfw tickle fic!! project sekai — lee!kanade, ler!ena]

prompt by @/august-anon

had to get out my cringe writing style for this one so sorry I love kanaena... background polyniigo. also she/they mizukiiii but niigo only uses she/her bc they don't know yet (lore)

The click-click of her mouse, the whirring of her monitor, the rhythm that she had looped over and over, all faded into the background as Kanade composed. Her mind had been vacuumed into a hyperspeed tunnel, only the simmering need to finish for the people counting on her and the latent triumph at seeing a project close to fruition traveling through her nerves.

A gentle opening and closing of her door followed by much rougher stomping went unheard by her. She was only broken from her trance when warm breath whispered over her ears had her shrieking out of her seat.

“K!” berated Ena, pout audible. “I’ve been calling you for ten minutes, and you didn’t even reply to me! Honestly, when you’re like this, you can be as bothersome as those two…”

Ena’s hands lifted to play with Kanade’s hair, running her fingers through it and mumbling about how long and pretty it was "even though you've never used a single product on it!" Her chin refrained from hooking onto Kanade’s shoulder and nestling into the temping warmth.

Kanade turned to meet her profile. Brown eyes that swirled like thick syrup, blazing with ardor, met her gaze for a moment. “I’m sorry, Enanan… I didn’t hear you.” Her worn and contrite voice had Ena softening instantly. She succumbed and nuzzled into Kanade’s neck with aggression.

“Ugh, it’s fine. I didn’t mean to say you were a bother, okay?” Her cheek squished against Kanade’s, and the softness seemed to calm her down. Kanade chuckled and reached up to cradle Ena’s face in her hand.

“Did you need something, dear?” Ena’s drooping eyes fired open at the question.

“Ah, right, I was getting to that! Mizuki wanted me to show you the costumes she made us for Halloween.” Ena departed for a moment, returning with a pair of dresses. One was pink and ruffly, bedecked with bows and flowers. The other appeared more gothic, with a large collar and lots of velvet. Ena twirled them in her hands. “What do you think? Mizuki wanted us to go as Kuromi and My Melody. Then I just happened to mention that Airi and I dressed as them before, and she got all whiny and upset and insisted on tailoring the costumes herself to ‘make it special.’” Ena rolled her eyes as she recounted their antics. “Such a child, seriously. But they’re cute, so I can’t be too mad.” A tiny blush puffed up her cheeks, and Kanade laughed.

“They look wonderful. Mizuki really is so talented.” Kanade swiveled in her chair to get a better view. “I hope she had fun.”

“I’ll say! She was pretty much bouncing up and down asking for my thoughts. It sounded like so much work, but as long as she enjoys it…” Ena shook her head. “A- Anyway, I’ll admit they look great! And it’s nice that they’re unique,” she babbled on as she set the dresses down. Kanade thought she sounded quite proud of Mizuki. But she didn’t dare say.

“That’s not all!” Ena whipped around, hiding something behind her back. “Listen, I know you and Mafuyu said you didn’t want to dress up for Halloween, but…”

A pit formed in Kanade’s stomach. Surely they didn’t make—

“…Mizuki took the time to make these costumes for you guys too! This is the Keroppi one for Mafuyu — I told Mizuki this green totally clashes with her eyes, but I’m sure Mafuyu will pull it off anyway. She looks good in anything. Ugh! — and this… is yours.”

Kanade blanched at the outfit Ena held up. It was clearly Cinnamoroll-inspired, with lace trimmings adorning the bodice and icing-like swirls on the hem of the frilly skirt. It really was fine work, but the problem was…

“Th- That’s way too cute for me.”

Heat pooled in Kanade’s cheeks, surely turning her face an embarrassing splotchy red. How could she wear something so adorable!?

Ena pouted again. “But you are cute, Kanade! We’ve never seen you dressed up but we know you’d look so good. And I swear, it’ll only be for one picture. Or two. You don’t have to come out with us or anything!” Suddenly Ena’s hands gripped her waist, and Kanade choked. “You never wear anything but this. You have so much potential!”

“EHe– Ehenahaha, wahait!” Kanade curled into a ball on her chair, Ena’s bruised fingers worming between her ribs. Her bony elbows made gentle and futile attempts to push Ena’s hands away.

Ena scoffed, but the sound lifted into a laugh at the end. “Now you’re laughing at me? Jeez, K.” Her cheek landed flush against the crown of Kanade’s head as she squeezed Kanade to her guts. Ena’s nails, painted herself, found the hem of her jacket and scribbled underneath.

Squeaking, Kanade shoved her flushed cheeks into her knees. The desk blocked her escape; she had nowhere to go but further into her chair. “EnaHA! NohOHO myhaha sihihiHIdes!”

“Well, your shirt doesn’t give you any protection. Maybe if you wore the dress…” Ena giggled at the huffs and hitches in Kanade’s breath and the bashful shake of her head. She’d made herself so small, just begging to be held and squished and gobbled up. Her cheeks were so full of life and glee, Ena just wanted to kiss them pink.

Kanade tired quickly. After Ena's scrawling over her underarms and Kanade's desperate wriggling, her stitches had turned to wheezes and her begging to whispers. Ena released her and captured her child-like smile with her lips, and Kanade dissolved into a giggly puddle again as Ena attacked her with kisses.

While a happy Kanade scrubbed lip gloss from her cheeks, Ena stood back as if admiring her work. “Sorry,” she apologized with a more relaxed kiss, “got too excited.”

“You’re fine, starlet.” Kanade pecked Ena’s forehead, cheeks still flaming.

Ena sighed. “Look, if you don’t want to wear it, I won’t make you. But we really do think you’re cute, whatever you wear.” That coy demeanor…

Kanade slumped forward and took her hands. “I think… I will wear it.” Eyes like sun-warmed earth lit up. “You and Mizuki put so much thought into it.”

“Really!?” Ena squeezed their hands, bouncing on her heels. Her face suddenly flushed, and she turned away with a glower. “I mean, Mizuki will be happy, I guess.”

Kanade chuckled. She wouldn’t want to spend Halloween with anyone else.