#lee Muichiro

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Heyo you said you needed some requests soooo. Can I ask for lee Muichiro and ler yuichiro. If not it is absolutely alright and you could smash my dm with “NO!” JK.

Leafyanon

Ofc! And apologies for not writing this sooner. School just started again, so I've been focusing on that (also ik they are twins but for this yuichiro is a little bit older)😅

Note: This idea reminds me of a fic that @creative-kny-fics made so this is kinda inspired ✨️

'N-NII-CHAN- DOHOHOHONT!!' Muichiro begged as his brother gently started to skitter his fingers over Muichiro's waist.

'But you were asking for this, weren't you? You really know that your actions have consequences~'

What did Muichiro do to get in this "predicament" you may ask? Well..

'Nii-chan?'

'What do you need Mui?'

'Will you play with me?'

'I can't, I'm busy.' Well.. he wasn't actually busy, but after the death of their parents, he didn't feel like playing childish games anymore or games at all for that matter. His brother, although upset, he was quite the opposite. He was still cheerful and happy as if nothing had happened. He was trying to forget about his parents and just manage to live life alone with his brother however Yuichiro was not.. he was selfish and although he did care for his younger brother he did not show it and his response only made the younger one upset.

'But you never play with me anymore.. please, just this once?'

'I said no'

This angered Muichiro who ended up hitting his brother.. or well, he tried to his brother but in an instant he was pinned down on the floor as Yuichiro straddled his legs.

And this is where we find Muichiro now. Laughing and begging for his life..

'I- I- *snort* SOHOHOHORY!! PLEAHEHEHESESE! *squeal*'

He begged as Yuichiro used one hand to lightly scribble against his neck and the other tracing gentle shapes against his back.

'NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HOWWWW!? STAHAHHAHAP!'

He wasn't sure how much longer he could take this. He was very sensitive, and because they were siblings, Yuichiro knew all his ticklish spots. He didn't mind being tickled, but he also couldn't get over how sensitive he was.

'I'll stop if you promise to not hit me.' He switched spots so that he was now more focused on his lower back, scribbling and prodding at it to really get the other laughing.

'*squeal* I- I PROMISE! PLEAHEHEHESE!'

and with that, he stopped and stared down at his brother. His face was red, and his bangs covered his eyes as a wobbly smile appeared on his face while residue giggle escaped his lips. Yuichiro helped him to sit up as he hugged his brother tightly and rubbed his back as he said

'I love you brother..'

'I love you too'

I hope this was good. Thanks for the request 🙏

[veryblushyswitch]

I’m gonna die actually- 🥲💖💖💖

Tickletober Day 14: Soft

Summary: On a shared day off, Tanjiro and Muchiro spend it together reminiscing about their childhoods, and Tanjiro discovers something very interesting about his friend.

Word Count: 2,001

Muichiro rarely took days off. He had the option to but found it unnecessary unless he needed to recover from injuries. Before he recovered his memories, there was no reason to. He had nothing he wanted to do, no one he wanted to be with. He knew nothing of his previous life or family, and his only motivation was the ever-present rage that grounded him. 

Now, he knew what had happened to his family. There was still little reason for him to spend his time doing anything other than training and killing demons. He was a Hashira after all, his time was more valuable than the other slayers. 

But when Tanjiro had sent him a letter asking to spend some time together, he supposed he could take one day off.

Muichiro met him at the Butterfly Mansion. Tanjiro had written in his letter that he was recovering from some minor injuries he'd incurred on a mission, but Muichiro hadn't been prepared for the extent of them or the spark of anger that flared in him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, reaching up to gingerly touch the bandage around Tanjiro's head.

"I'm fine. Don't worry, it's worse than it looks," He reassured, smile as blinding as usual. Besides the bandages around his head and neck, he was walking with a noticeable limp in his right leg, and without his haori on, Muichiro could see more bandages around his ribs.

He didn't believe Tanjiro but didn't push. Instead he continued to worriedly examine Tanjiro, despite his protests, until he was satisfied. 

"It really isn't that bad! Miss Shinobu even said I could leave and go to town!"

"No."

"Oh, you don't want to? Did you have something else in mind?"

"You're still injured. You shouldn't leave. Can you even walk?" Muichiro asked, looking around Tanjiro's private room. He didn't see any crutches.

"Mhm! I can get around fine!" He insisted, standing from his seat on the bed and walking around the room for emphasis. Muichiro didn't seem impressed, making Tanjiro pout as he grabbed his robe and haori, slipping both on. He would have earlier, but he didn't realize how quickly Muichiro would arrive. 

"We'll stay here. I'll ask one of the girls to bring us a meal," Muichiro told him and was leaving before Tanjiro could react.

He didn't really mind. He thought they would enjoy a peaceful day walking around town, but he was content as long as he got to see Muichiro. They wrote to each other regularly, but it was rare to get to spend time together. He always treasured it when they could.

Muichiro returned quickly with Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho, each carrying food that they deposited on the table. The three girls huddled around Tanjiro, chattering with him for a few minutes before they left to return to their chores. 

The two boys kneeled across from each other at the table. As they began eating, an awkward silence fell over them. Tanjiro, while normally sociable, always found himself struggling to speak with Muichiro. It was easier when they wrote letters, when he didn't completely lose all sense looking at Muichiro, when the odd, pleasant warmth wasn't overwhelming.

Before he realized it, he was drawn out of his thoughts and blurted, "There's sakura mochi!"

Muichiro smiled at him, tilting his head to the side. "Is that your favorite?"

"No, but it's not little sister Hanako's absolute favorite! We only ever had it a few times, but she loves it! She practically drools anytime she sees it," He said, laughing at the fond memory.

"I didn't know you had any siblings other than Nezuko."

Tanjiro stilled, his smile tightening as a sad look passed over his face. "They passed. When Nezuko was turned…"

They were silent again. Muichiro waited for Tanjiro to continue speaking; he didn't. 

"I had an older brother," Muichiro began, "A twin. I couldn't remember him for a long time."

"That's awful," he frowned.

"It's okay," he smiled. It was better remembering. "I don't know what his favorite food was. We never had much, so we took what we could."

"We didn't either. I sold charcoal to support us."

"We provided for ourselves after our parents passed. He was always mad at me. And cold. Said I never worked hard enough or fast enough."

"That sounds a little like my brother Takeo! He could be a little harsh sometimes, but he's really a sweet kid."

"How many siblings do you have?"

He told him and named them, and they talked about them and Muichiro's brother. Tanjiro told him things that he hadn't thought about in years, because there was always something going on, some other threat, and there was rarely a moment for reflection like this. Once he got started, it was surprisingly easy for Tanjiro to talk about. There was almost something comforting about it, like a weight he hadn't realized was there was being lifted off of his chest.

Muichiro told him things too, about his brother and parents; memories that had barely just returned to him. Tanjiro wondered if it was as cathartic for him. It must have been, because neither of them could find it in them to stop talking, sharing stories until they were both smiling and laughing, feeling oddly at ease in having someone that understood and being able to escape that pain for a few moments. 

"I used to be a crybaby. It always annoyed him."

Tanjiro laughed good-naturedly. Muichiro didn't think he could do anything otherwise; he didn't have an ounce of malice in his body. "Really? It's hard to imagine with how you are now."

"Yeah. I don't think he liked seeing me upset. He always tried to cheer me up," Muichiro abandoned his half-eaten meal, shoving it away from him and busying his fingers with untangling his hair.

"How?" Tanjiro asked, tilting his head curiously. He also had stopped eating, but it seemed as if he had forgotten his food was there, as if all of his focus was on Muichiro. It was an odd feeling.

"Oh, he used to tickle me."

"I do that to my little siblings too! It's so cute whe—" Tanjiro cut himself off, staring at him with his mouth agape. "Wait! You're ticklish?"

"Uh, yeah," He felt his face redden slightly and blew a stray strand of hair out of his face. "Is that… not normal?"

"Oh, no!" Tanjiro shook his head, waving his hands, "I didn't mean anything bad by it! It's perfectly normal; I am too! I was only surprised considering how you were when we first met. I would have never thought that you were ticklish, though I guess it isn't more surprising than Genya…"

Muichiro laughed at Tanjiro's rambling and thought back to his earlier words, "You're a good big brother."

His eyes clouded over as he thought of Yuchiro. His memories had returned, but it still felt as if a piece of him was missing without his brother. There was a constant, piercing ache in his heart that oddly felt less painful the they talked, every word dulling the pain, if only for the moment. It helped, being here with Tanjiro.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Tanjiro poked him in the side, making him shy away. He hadn't noticed when Tanjiro moved next to him. Had he missed something important again? 

"Sor—"

"You seem a little down today. It's a good thing I know how to cheer you up!" 

Tanjiro poked his side again, and Muichiro bit the inside of his cheek. He eyed Tanjiro cautiously and was greeted by a kind smile and gentle eyes that made his heart stutter. He trusted Tanjiro and knew he would never intentionally hurt him; it wasn't something he'd experienced in years, but if it ever were to happen again, he supposed he wouldn't mind if it was Tanjiro. After all, he had enjoyed those rare moments when his brother was affectionate.

Besides, it was nice to see Tanjiro smiling like that. Muichiro would do anything to keep him smiling like that.

"It's been awhile. I don't know if I'm still ticklish."

"Want to find out?" His eyes sparkled.

"Yeah," Muichiro's face felt hot.

"Okay," Tanjiro was kneeled beside him on the mats, earnest eyes that Muichiro couldn't meet bore into his skin as he skittered his fingers across his stomach. "Then let's try here!"

He gasped, squirming at the nostalgic sensation. "It seems like you still are! Now let's try somewhere else…"

Tanjiro tweaked his ribs, delighting in the small huffs he elicited from the other boy and his widening smile. His touch was gentle, barely ghosting over his skin in a way that left a tingling sensation long after the touch and made him yearn for more.

"You… don't have to—to be soho… gentle. I'm nahat that… fragile," Muichiro managed between his breathy giggles.

"If that's what you want!" Tanjiro's smile widened as he dug his fingers into his ribs. 

He squeaked, bursting into rapid giggles at the intense sensations. He clutched his hands into fists, straining to keep them at his side and ignored his instinct to curl up into a ball.

Tanjiro's touch was still light, allowing him to enjoy the sensation without desperately needing to escape. It was so different from Yuchiro. He tickled him mercilessly, wrecking him in his worst spots until his laughter was silent and he was on the verge of tears. It was awful but also left him feeling so light-headed and giddy he couldn't wait for it to happen again.

Tanjiro's hands shifted, moving to gently glide his short nails along Muichiro's back to give him a break.

Muichiro made an inhuman noise, giggles becoming louder and more rapid as he doubled over. He clenched his hands in Tanjiro's haori as he buried his face in his chest, too distracted by the ticklish sensations to realize how embarrassing their position was.

"Are you alright?" Tanjiro asked, stifling a laugh and temporarily stilling his hands.

He nodded against his chest, still giggling, and Tanjiro resumed his playful attack, making him writhe and shriek.

"That's good, because I'm really enjoying this! Your laugh is so cute!"

He bit back a groan, shaking his head that was still resting on Tanjiro's chest.

"You don't think it's cute?"

"Ihihihits nahahahaht!"

"Yes it is! It's adorable!"

"Nohoho! I behet yohohohours ihihis cuhuhuhuter!" 

"Wha—no it's not!" Tanjiro exclaimed, and the tickling suddenly stopped.

Muichiro's face burned as he realized what he'd said and their intimate position. Tanjiro was practically hugging him, and Muichiro was clinging to him. But he didn't want to stop. He was still lightly giggling when he finally mustered enough courage to peek up at Tanjiro. 

His face was as red as Muichiro's, his smile wide, and his eyes nervous. He didn't know what to make of that.

"I… I think you're cute," Tanjiro finally spoke up, voice hushed.

Muichiro's throat was dry. He didn't know if it was his or Tanjiro's heart that was beating so fast. 

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it was enough for Tanjiro's face to fall as if anticipating a rejection. He wouldn't get one.

Muichiro leaned closer, and before he realized what he was doing, he'd pressed a kiss to Tanjiro's cheek.

His smile was more radiant than Muichiro had ever seen it. Tanjiro reached out his hand to smooth out Muichiro's frazzled hair. 

After what felt like an eternity, Tanjiro said, "I like you."

He couldn't quite meet his eyes. "Me too."

This time, Tanjiro leaned in, and Muichiro met him halfway, sinking into the short, soft kiss—his first kiss.

Then Tanjiro pulled him into a hug, gently cradling him and burying his face into his shoulder, but Muichiro could still imagine the blinding grin and the red flush he must've had.

Once again, they sat together in silence, one that was comfortable and reflective, and Muichiro found himself quite thankful that he had taken the day off.

[tkfanz428]

Oh dear… this may or may not end well..

[creative-kny-fics]

If you're having a bad day...

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N.A: Credits to the original author

[mah-t-wordblog]

maybe lee muichiro and ler obanai/ and snake???????? THANK U

What are you laughing at?

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Obanai Igoru, Kaburamaru

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Muichiro and Obanai were just about to train, they weren't at the usual meeting place, but at Obanai's house, the same place where the hashira trained Tanjiro and the other hunters

"Shinazugawa isn't coming?" Obanai asked

"No, him crow told me”

"Then it'll just be the two of us, I have a training idea"

The two entered the room where Obanai was teaching agility techniques to the hunters

"Do you want to train a little of agility?" The snake hashira proposed

"What do you mean?"

“This is where I train, but there are usually hunters trapped here,” Obanai said, pointing to the large wooden bars that are spread around the room. “These pieces of wood are used to simulate trees, for fighting in places full of obstacles.”

Muichiro was still processing the fact that Obanai traps weaker hunters on stakes, poor Tanjiro.

“What do you say?”

“Sounds great.” Muichiro got into a fighting stance and stood in front of Obanai, with a wooden bar between the two of them. “Let’s go!”

Obanai did the same stance.

The two jumped at the same time. Obanai’s sword certainly had a considerable advantage because he could distort it, but Muichiro wouldn’t let himself be defeated easily.

The younger boy jumped over the man and ended up stabbing him in the shoulder. Of course, it was a light attack so as not to really hurt him, but Obanai didn’t expect that he would be defeated by the boy in his own space.

“I won! Haha!” The teenager celebrated

Obanai was irritated, but kept his cool

But then Muichiro, like anyone his age, started celebrating

“I beat you in your own training center! I won!”

“Stop talking like it’s impressive” Obanai rolled his eyes

The little boy laughed “What’s wrong, Igoru? Are you mad~?”

The snake hashira started staring at the other with a dark look

“Yeah… Igoru? It was just a joke” Muichiro was starting to get nervous

“Five”

“Five? Five what?”

“Five seconds for you to run”

There was no need to say it twice, the younger boy took off running as if his life depended on it

And soon the count, and Obanai’s patience, ran out

The man ran after the other, the two dodging the wooden beams, playing cat and mouse

“Please Igoru!”

“Run”

It was harder than expected for Obanai to catch young Muichiro, but he didn’t give up

Extending his arm, he slid his snake, Kaburamaru, and made it jump towards Muichiro, and the serpent reached the boy before the hashira

Kaburamaru found a hole in Muichiro’s clothes, which were quite loose because of his fighting style, and began to circle the boy under his shirt

“What?! Nohohoho!” Muichiro fell, he couldn’t run anymore, because the scales of that snake incredibly tickled his body

“You caught him, huh, Kaburamaru?” Obanai laughed

“Pleheheashehe nohohoho” Muichiro writhed as the snake moved wherever it wanted on his body

“Ah Tokito” the snake’s hashira sat down next to the other “but this has only just begun”

Obanai joined his snake, crouching on the ground and tickling Muichiro’s belly area

“AHAHAHA OK OK I’M SOHOHOHORRY”

“You’re too arrogant for someone with so many tickle spots”

Muichiro tried to grab Kaburamaru to at least make him stop, but the snake was too fast

“I wasn’t even going to get mad at you for beating me, but when you started teasing me, it seemed like you were begging for it”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP”

Obanai laughed “where did you learn that dirty language? Did Shinazugawa teach you?”

“PLEHEHEHAHASEHE IGOHORUHU”

“Do you think he’s had enough, Kaburamaru?”

The snake came out of Muichiro’s clothes and climbed up Obanai’s arm until it wrapped itself around his neck as usual

“Okay then, if you think so” the snake’s hashira stopped

Muichiro sighed and calmed down

“I’m sorry” he laughed “it’s just that you get so funny when you’re angry”

Obanai rolled his eyes “want another round?” He said making a move to get closer again

“NO! No! I’m fine!” Muichiro ran away, standing up

“Let’s go, kid, sitting here won’t help us train” Obanai said, standing up and walking towards the same place where they started training

“Ok!” Muichiro followed him

And they continued with the hard training until sunrise

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[mushyblushyredhead]

In kny may you Draw Muichiro Tokito being wrecked by tickles? you can make the ler Anybody you want

EEEEK YES! 🖤🩵

Muichiro def needs to be wrecked more. Luckily, an experienced ler like Tanjiro is always there to help! <33 ✨

[ezra-51]

Hola! Espero que estéis bien 💓 Puedo pedir ler!Hashiras y lee!Muichiro, por favor? Él es el bebé del grupo, merece ser mimado por la hashira! ☺️ puedes escribir la historia como quieras, y no hay presión para aceptar la petición ✌️ ¡gracias!

Que buena idea para un fic😜💖💖

Vamos a empezar!

Ler's: Hashira's Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Muichiro es conocido por ser el pilar más joven (Literal, tiene la edad que cualquiera tiene o "va a tener" aquí) El primer día que se ingresó como Hashira lo vieron inmediatamente como una especie de bebé del grupo. Era callado, joven; y tierno para los demás, incluyendo a Shinobu que algunas veces lo mimaba al punto de molestarlo.

Y eso apenas comenzó. Cuando se ingresaron los nuevos y últimos pilares, teniendo la llegada de Mitsuri y Obanai. Mitsuri se encariñó con él una vez que lo vió hasta el punto de hacerle mucho cariño. De repente hablaba con él y Mitsuri sostenía su cabeza y le daba un besos en su frente. O incluso a veces le gustaba despertarlo haciendole cosquillas en sus pies. Y en esto de vez en cuando lo hacían también Shinobu o incluso Tomioka

A veces Sanemi se burlaba de él haciendo cosas como cargarlo o rascarle la cabeza de la nada mientras está hablando. Rengoku era de los que le tenía respeto, lo trataba como si fuera una especie de hermano menor, animándolo, haciendo ejemplos literales para niños╰_╯ o incluso celebrarle hasta cuando respire. Himejima lo trataba como si fuera un niño más de los que cuidaba, le daba buenas bienvenidas cuando visitaba su cascada, le acariciaba la cabeza o si lo veía sudando le daba agua para beber...

Obanai también lo veía como un niño muy pequeño sin embargo no le tocaba sin avisar ni tampoco le hacía cosas que el no esperaba ni quisera. De hecho lo ha llegado a alagar por ser muy talentoso, además de impresionarle por ser muy joven le sorprendía que fuera muy como es él y llegó a tenerle respeto

Muichiro de alguna forma no se quejaba de esto, aunque tenía que admitir que sí era algo constante que hasta se acostumbró...

Un día todos estaban en la finca del patrón Ubuyashiki sentados en los tatamis esperándolo. Pero algo le vino a la cabeza a los pilares que aprovechando que no estaba el patrón, se abalanzaron contra Muichiro y le empezaron a hacerle cosquillas en dónde se pudiera. Todos menos Giyuu y Obanai quién se quedó medio asustado de que todos hicieran eso, hasta se movió un poco de su tatami para sentarse un poco más lejos de los demás

Ellos seguían y seguían con la accidental tortura mientras se escuchaba a Muichiro medio gritando y riéndose un poco. Sus risas subieron unas octavas cuando Mitsuri se acercó más y se escucharon besos repetitivos, mientras se escuchaba a Muichiro reir mientras decía "ayuda" con voz cansada y podemos decir que algo ronca

Ya Iguro quería hasta irse de allí junto a Tomioka :v Pero menos mal que llegó el patrón con su esposa y sus hijas, quienes se estaban preguntando que pasaba con la mayoría de los pilares.

Inmediatamente, amane y algunas de sus hijas intentaron llamarles la atención a estos para que se dieran cuenta que tenían al maestro en frente de ellos. Rápidamente se pararon y se acomodaron en sus sitios, dejando a Muichiro tirado como una mosca :D

"....Dime¿Qué es lo que pasó?"Preguntó el patrón con su leve sonrisa de siempre

"Cuando llegamos todos estaban en una especie de círculos encima del joven Tokito haciéndole cosquillas a excepción de 2 pilares, para cuando la señora Amane les llamara la atención se acomodaran en sus sitios dejando al joven Tokito cansado en el suelo." Narró una de las niñas, exponiendo a los pilares vergonzosa-mente

".... Hijos míos ¿A qué se debió eso?" Preguntó amablemente Kagaya

Los pilares ya no podían ni responder, Iguro se decidió por taparse los costados de su rostro con su cabello, no quería ni mirar a su alrededor después de lo que hicieron

"¿Pueden ayudar a Tokito por favor?" Pidió Kagaya. Haciendo que de una los pilsres le obedecieran, ayudando a Muichiro a levantarse

"¿Tiene daños físicos" Preguntó Kagaya

"Bueno, si piel está roja, su ropa algo arrugada y su pelo está desordenado" Respondió Amane

"Hijos. No quiero regañarlos, pero recuerden que no pueden tratar SIEMPRE a Muichiro como si fuera cualquier niño. Es un pilar como ustedes y merece por lo menos algo de respeto tanto mental como físico, no lo traten todo el tiempo como un niño ¿Vale?" Decía Kagaya amablemente

Los pilares como signo de respeto se quedaron callados en su sitio, diciendo un silencioso "Entendemos, patrón"

"Muy bien.... No quiero asustarlos pero esto puede llevar castigo, esperemos que no" Mencionó Kagaya mientras se sentaba en un tatami apunto de empezar la reunión

[mystwrites]

Tickletober Day 29: Wake Up!

Muichiro can sleep through a storm and not wake up but Genya knows Muichiro can’t sleep through a sudden tickle attack!

(This is my first time drawing Genya!!!🫣)

[fluffy-ami]

Hi! You don't have to do this but lee!Muichiro and ler!Yuichiro?

I haven't even watched s3 fully yet, but idc. pls. happy bois. i need ✏️✏️✏️

[calicocatsarecute]

THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!! I love Mui so friggin much!!! And they’re just, so friggin cute I’m gonna cry!

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey Matt I request a muitan tickle fic have a great day ☺️

Hey friend! (Matt? I'm Squiggily :D) I gotcha covered! This kinda turned more into Lee!Tanjiro, Ler!Muichiro but I hope you like it anyway! :3 Have an amazing day!

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Staaaaaaaaaaaare~

Ever since the battle at the Swordsmith Village, Muichiro had been working on and improving his social skills. He greeted people properly now, spoke up during meetings and whatnot, and even smiled- something that, according to Lady Kocho: “Shocked everyone at the Hashria meeting so much they all nearly dropped dead.”

Tanjiro had a hard time imagining it, but the thought of Giyu falling over like a shocked statue did make him giggle.

Their relationship going forward was also a surprise. Tanjiro didn’t think anything would come from that battle, but here he was, sitting with Muichiro at the Butterfly estate having tea. In the past few months, a slow but steady friendship had begun to form.

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaare~

Even if it had a few…hiccups to overcome.

“Umm….Muichiro? Is there something wrong?” Tanjiro couldn’t help but ask after another long moment of eye contact coming from the Hashira. That was a thing Muichiro did a lot; he just kinda….stared at people. At first, Tanjiro chalked it up to zoning out; it was a regular thing Muichiro did before- perhaps old habits carried over?

But this- this was different. His eyes weren’t glossed over, and he didn’t seem shaken up when Tanjiro spoke. He looked focused- like he was trying to tell something to him through his eyes.

“Tanjiro.” That was another thing; this oddly meaningful way Muichiro said people’s names. It was as if he was trying to remind himself what they were.

“Yes?” Tanjiro asked again, more curious than anything.

“.....Can I tickle you?” That shocked him. Tanjiro blinked, taking in the odd request as he felt his face flush. He wasn’t used to people asking so…directly.

“Erm���why?” Better to get more info!

“Mr. Tengen and Mr. Rengoku-” There was a soft hitch to his voice. Muichiro looked sad at the mention of the later. “They used to do that all the time to me. I never…” He waved his hands, shaking his head free from his sudden thunk. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a tickle fight with anyone. Would you…have one with me?”

Tanjiro watched him curiously, the beginnings of an easy smile pulling on his mouth. Something about the whole thing reminded him of his younger siblings. “Well…okay. I suppose it’s only fair given how often they tickled you.” Muichiro perked up, earning a laugh from the other. “But you only get so long before I get to tickle you back!”

“Thanks, Tanjiro.” Muichiro smiled- a breathtaking sight. Tanjro smiled back as he laid down, tucking his arms behind his head. “So erm…where do I begin?”

“I’m not telling you that! The fun part of a tickle fight is to find someone’s tickle spots.” Tanjiro winked at him, closing his eyes. “You’ll know when you find a good spot.”

Muichiro nodded, a look of determination on his face. He loomed over Tanjiro, considering where to go. He rested his hands against his sides the way he’d seen the other Hashira do. “Like…this?”

Tanjiro hummed, waiting. Muichiro pressed in.

“AH!” The brunette yelped, wincing. Muichiro’s fingers felt like metal pressing into him. “Too much, too much!” He cried, gently catching the other’s hands. “Gentler, Mui- like you’re petting a cat.”

“Oh?” Muichiro tried again, his finger far lighter. Perhaps too light. It felt like a bug was crawling on his skin. “Is that better?”

“Hm…maybe a bit more pre-ehehehehehehhesure!” There it was! Muichiro perked up at the sound, encouraged. “Thehehehhere you gohoohhoho! Juhuhuhust like thahahahhhat!”

“Oh wow…so this is tickling someone.” Muichiro mused, something proud in his voice. “Interesting.”

Turns out- Muichiro was a fast learner. Where Tanjiro figured he’d have a few moments to prepare before the worst came, he soon found himself laughing like a child as the other’s fast fingers danced across his skin, pressing and pinching and scratching- unlocking new techniques in the span of five seconds. “Muhuhuuhuhuhuhichihihihihihihihiro! Ahehahahahhahaha yohohohohou’re dohohohoohohohing grehahahhahhahat!”

“I know.” The other puffed with pride. “Say- where are you really ticklish?”

“I’m nohohohohot theheheellin-EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” The brunette all but squealed when his belly was pressed into, making him curl up like a bug.

“Found it.”

“MUHUHUUHUHUICHIHIHIHIRO PLEAHHAHAHHASE!” Tanjiro cried, cheeks rosy and eyes misty. “STAHHAHHAHAP!”

At the cry, the Mist Hashira did so. Pulling his hands back, he sat back and watched as Tanjiro curled onto his side, gasping for air. “Did I go too far?”

“Nohohooho, noohohoho…yoohohou’re okay.” He reassured, waving a tired hand. “Juhuhuhust need a mihihihinute.” In time, the tightness in his chest loosened, and he found himself buzzing with warmth as he turned back to the younger man. “You did pretty good- that was some serious tickling!”

“Hard to say, really. You’re just super ticklish.” Muichiro poked him in the belly, earning a squeak. “I won’t know for sure until I tickle someone less sensitive.”

“True, true. But for now- it’s time for payback!” Tanjiro smiled deviously as he tackled the other, pinning him to the floor. “Let me ask YOU, Muichiro. Where are you most ticklish?”

“.....I don’t remember.” Frustration touched teal eyes. Tanjiro smiled patiently at him, squeezing his shoulder.

“No worries- like I said; that’s the fun of tickle fights! We’re just gonna have to find them all!” He raised wiggling fingers, eyes dancing with glee at the giddy anticipation playing on Muichiro’s face. “Get ready, cause here I come!”

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Tickletober Day 13: Sneak Attack

Summary: When the Hashiras run into each other while returning from missions, Mitsuri is shocked Muichiro doesn't remember her and decides he deserves a tickly punishment.

Word Count: 2,088

"Who are you?"

Mitsuri didn't know what to say to that.

She was a friendly person, and she deeply admired her fellow Hashira. She tried to bond with them and greatly enjoyed the time they spent together. Admittedly, she hadn't spent as much time with Muichiro as she had with some of the others. Still, it should be enough for him to remember her!

She gaped at him, awkwardly floundering with her hands as she tried to overcome her embarrassment. 

"Ah—well it's me… Mitsuri Kanroji… the Love Hashira?" She said with a confused tilt to her voice that made it seem more like a question. She kept talking until something like recognition bloomed in his cloudy eyes.

"Oh. Did you need something?"

Heat flooded her face as she sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. This wasn't going how she expected. She simply wanted to say hello to her fellow Hashira and perhaps share a meal, but she hadn't thought he would be so aloof!

"No! I was just—" She cut herself off, noticing the cut on his neck. His whole appearance was disheveled, his uniform was bloodstained, and his right leg was dragging slightly behind his left. She'd noticed it when she first approached him, but his response quickly distracted her from her worry. "Are you hurt?"

"It's only minor injuries. I was going to go to the Butterfly Mansion to be treated." He said, gazing up at the sky.

"Eh?! But–but that's so far from here! It would take days to get there! Especially if your leg is injured!" Mitsuri protested, frantically gesturing with her arms. "There's a house with a wisteria crest nearby! Let's go there instead!"

He stared at her for a long moment with a puzzled look. "What?"

She realized he must've spaced out again. It wasn't surprising; he had always been a bit scatter-brained. "Come on! Let's get you some help!"

The walk took longer than it should have with Muichiro's injured leg. Mitsuri had offered to help and crouched down. He hadn't understood why and stared at her until she stood back up, red-faced and talking rapidly. She was like a little chick that wouldn't stop chirping.

Finally, they arrived at a house and were greeted by an elderly couple. A doctor was summoned for him, and Mitsuri disappeared somewhere during his treatment. His injuries weren't severe. Some cuts and scrapes that were quickly dressed, and there was a break or a sprain or something that Muichiro had lost focus on when the doctor explained it. He was too busy trying to remember the name of a bird he saw through the window.

"Are you feeling better?" 

Muichiro had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the doctor leave or Mitsuri enter. She must have been bathing because her hair was wet and gathered in rivulets around her, except for a section she was gathering and braiding together. It was pretty. He wondered why it was such an odd color.

"I'm fine," He said, standing up and ignoring the pain in his leg. "I'll be leaving now."

"What? But we just got here!" She cried, dropping the half-made braid.

"Our time is more valuable as Hashiras. Every second we waste leads to someone's death. You aren't even injured. Can you afford to waste your time lounging around here?"

Her mouth fell open, and her face turned red again. It took her a moment to compose herself before she spoke. "You're right… but I don't think that's fair! We're humans, not demons! We need to rest and take breaks, or else we can't perform! We'll make mistakes and get hurt!"

Muichiro stared at her, unconvinced and blank-faced, so she continued to blabber on. "Besides! It's morning so no demons are out! And–and I haven't received a new mission yet, so I have nowhere I need to go! And I don't think you've gotten one either!"

He sighed. It was early. It would be at least half a day before the sun set and demons could hunt; his crow hadn't alerted him of any other pressing matters, and the throbbing in his foot worsened when he walked. He supposed he could spend a few hours eating and resting before he pursued his next mission. It had been a long time since he'd had a proper meal, or rest for that matter, but he doubted he'd have enough time for that.

Tilting his head at Mitsuri, he asked, "Do they have food?"

Her entire being brightened. She was radiant. Smiling and laughing, she clapped her hands together and ran out of the room, promising she'd return with food. He sat back down in his provided bed, toying with a few stands of his hair as he tried to replicate her braid.

After a few failed attempts and getting distracted by the chittering of his crow, Mitsuri returned with the couple, carrying a table and large portions of food.

He didn't need to be confined to his bed, but they insisted on bringing everything to him. They probably would have fed him if he'd let them.

Mitsuri proved to be a surprisingly voracious eater. He didn't expect such a dainty girl to eat so much and lost count after her sixth serving. 

The food was good. Warm. Oddly nostalgic. It happened quite often. He'd recognize something familiar. From his old life. The fog around his memories receded just enough for him to recall it without being able to place it; there was never enough to remember anything of value—to unmuddle his mind.

She couldn’t stop talking throughout the meal, either. Mindless chatter and tirades that Muichiro found himself enjoying when he could focus on what she was saying. She didn’t mind when he spaced out and continued on, filling the silence or repeating the question a few times until his attention returned.

“Hm?” He asked, noticing her expectant stare as he tuned back in.

“Do you have any family?” She repeated. She was nice—patient. He knew how easy it was to be annoyed by him. Most people, that he could remember, were.

Before he completely lost focus again, he shifted his gaze back towards Mitsuri instead of the wall it was veering towards.

“I don’t know.” 

If he did have one, he had no memories of them. The thought of it left him with a vague longing and sadness that accompanied every other mention of his past, but it made no difference. The fog never cleared.

“Oh,” For a moment, a remarkably sad look passed over Mitsuri’s face, but it quickly brightened again with an enthusiastic smile. “That’s okay! You can make your own family someday! Soon, I want to get married and have lots of kids! You can too, when you’re older!”

He cocked his head to the side. He didn’t know her well but couldn’t recall any mention of a partner. “Who are you going to marry?”

Another blush spread as she cupped her hands around her face, laughing nervously. “Well… I don’t know exactly who yet… but I want to marry someone who’s stronger than me. That’s actually why I joined the Corps…”

He thought for a moment. “Gyomei is pretty strong.”

“Yes, but he’s a bit too old for me. And I… already have my eye on someone else!” Her blush grew as she admitted it.

“Who?”

Shaking her head rapidly, she waved him off with a gasp. “No! There’s no way I could tell you that! It’s too embarrassing! And how come you remember Gyomei’s name but you couldn’t remember me?!”

He shrugged. He’d finished his meal and glanced at the bed, debating whether he should rest before he left for his next mission.

Mitsuri smiled, eyes twinkling. "I think I should teach you a lesson! One that you'll never forget!" She exclaimed, shuffling closer to him.

"What do you mean?" 

"It's a method I've mastered over years of training. My—" She lunged at him, rapidly squeezing his sides,"—ultimate tickle attack!"

Muichiro gasped, his eyes widening as he burst into laughter, cringing away from her touch. "Whahat ahare yohohou dohoing?"

"I told you already! I'm teaching you a lesson!" She said, cooing at the adorable noises coming from the younger boy. 

He squirmed at the oddly familiar sensation. He recognized it—tickling—but couldn't quite place it in his memories; there was only a vague sense of warmth and longing. 

His instincts urged him to get away, but he was tired. He was tired, and his leg was injured, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant, and—and in his faint memories, there was only joy.

So he could let Mitsuri have a little fun.

"You're so cute! Cute! Cute! Cute!" She cheered, poking his ribs with each exclamation. 

He squeaked, swatting at her hands as she poked him, making him slowly slink to the ground. With a laugh, she eased his fall, cushioning his head and continuing her attack.

A flush spread across his cheeks, an odd embarrassment coursing through him at her teasing. Cute certainly wasn't a word often used to describe him. He was a Hashira, after all, and not even one of the nicer, bubblier ones like Mitsuri; if anything, she was the cute one. 

But her words didn't bother him as much as he thought they should. It made him oddly warm and light, almost as if he could float away, if not for the ticklish sensations keeping him grounded.

It seemed Mitsuri, who had been distracted by the adorable scene in front of her—Muichiro's reddening ears and cheeks, covered with stray strands of hair that splayed around him or the floor, face pulled into a bright, hesitant smile, his hands that clenched her sleeves, seemingly not intending to intervene with his torment, instead seeking to preoccupy themselves so as to not interrupt, his squirming was an unconscious movement, one that made him lurch and jump and squeak whenever she hit an especially bad spot, but never truly intended to get away—finally remembered what her objective had been with tickling Muichiro.

"Come on! Do you remember now? What's my name?" She cooed, digging into his stomach.

"Mihihi—" he let out a high-pitched noise, something like a squeal, when she moved closer to his bellybutton. 

"MihihitsuhuHUHUHU," he tried again, but the rest of his words were drowned out in loud, surprised laughter as she used one hand to scratch at his belly button, the other scribbling around his torso. That warm feeling spread across his entire body, as if he was enveloped in a hug.

"Mimitsu? Nope, sorry! That's not me!" She teased, giggling to herself and moving her hands down to pinch at his thighs, not wanting to overwhelm the poor boy. "I guess I'll have to keep tickling you until you remember!"

He was back to high-pitched, soft titters at her gentle tickling. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes as he laughed; he was nearing his limit.

"Mihihitsuhuri!" 

"Yes! Great job, sweetie! And who am I?"

"Thehehe Lohohove Hahahashihira!"

She grinned, quickly scribbling her fingers under his chin before ceasing her tickling. "Mhm! I think you finally learned your lesson!"

He released her sleeves, giggling quietly to himself for another moment before wiping his eyes and sitting up. Immediately, Mitsuri pulled him into a tight hug, unable to contain her excitement. 

"That was so much fun!" She squealed, still holding him. "It wasn't too bad, was it?"

"No," he was smiling, but it was hard to tell if it was from her affection or a side effect of the tickling that had only just ended.

 Her smile only grew. She tightened her grip ever so slightly, and they stayed there for a long moment, her arms cradling the smaller boy while his cheek rested against her shoulder. Until she began absentmindedly playing with his hair, making him perk up and lightly shove her back to remove himself from the hug.

"Can you show me how to braid hair?"

She gasped, delighted. "Of course!"

It was slow work, teaching him, but Mitsuri was patient and kind and a good teacher, and by the end of it, Muichiro could make a semi-decent braid that she was more than happy to wear. She even gave Muichiro one afterwards, kissing his forehead and allowing him to inspect his new appearance in the mirror.

Maybe, he thought, as Mitsuri happily chattered in his ear afterwards, surprisingly affectionate now that she knew Muichiro didn't mind, taking a break every once and a while wasn't a bad thing.

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I apologize for the crappy background, but I think the main subject is more important(P.s there was an attempt at the highlights on the hair) . Anyways.. BEHOLD!!

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Here you go

(Don't get angry, I swear I'm trying my best to get back with your fics)

N.A: The images have been taken from 🐦, so credits to their original author

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Hey~ how are you? Idk if requests are open or not but if it's possible pls write Lee!muichiro with lers: sanemi, obanai and giyuu.

Thank you so much!! Stay safe~Lost of love~💞💞

Yes they are open, sooooo there it it, hope u like!!!!!

Whoever knocks him down first wins

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Obanai Igoru, Giyu Tomioka and Sanemi Shinazugawa

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Muichiro climbed the stairs of a small hill, the place he usually went to train with Sanemi and Obanai what they called “true hashiras training”

When he reached the top, Muichiro didn’t see anyone

“They haven’t arrived yet” he sighed and sat on the ground to wait

That’s when he heard quick footsteps behind him, in a millisecond Muichiro was standing up

“You’re pretty fast, huh?” It was Sanemi, he laughed

“My reflexes are good” the boy was already prepared to start

“You guys are very excited” Obanai shouted since he was a little further away, he hadn’t run to get to where the other two were

Next to the snake hashira was Giyu, Tomioka had already fought Sanemi to train, but it would be the first time he would face Obanai and Muichiro

“Did you come today Giyu?” Muichiro exclaimed

“Yes” the man always communicated with the least amount of words

“You’re late!” Ginko, Muichiro’s crow exclaimed

“I swear if you say anything again I’ll eat you roasted” Sanemi said running after the little bird

The others laughed

“I see that today’s training wasn’t that tiring for you, was it Tokito?”

“How do you know, Igoru?” The boy seemed confused

“You dodged Shinazugawa really fast, it looks like today we’re going to have to tire you out!”

Muichiro laughed, “Okay.”

“Why don’t we test his reflexes?” Giyu suggested, the other three looked at him and nodded, “The first one to knock Muichiro down wins.”

“That’ll be great,” Sanemi exclaimed.

“Three against one? How unfair.” Muichiro laughed, “Come on!”

The three older men rushed to hit the teenager, somehow Muichiro managed to defend himself from their attacks very well, really impressive.

“I see you’re getting better and better, Tokito,” Obanai said as he approached.

“Thank you, sir.”

When the snake man moved away from the boy, Sanemi jumped on top of him.

“I don’t care if you’re just a kid! I’ll end your race, guy!”

Muichiro laughed a little.

The attacking hashira duo moved away a little and got into position, Muichiro was still laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” Sanemi shouted, but it was just a joke

Muichiro dropped his sword and fell to his knees on the ground

“What? Are you surrendering Tokito?”

“Ihihi- dohohohon’t-“

“I won” Giyu said

He was behind the little boy, Muichiro didn’t see Giyu approaching, which made him surprised when the hashira squeezed his sides and started tickling him

“Tomioka?”

“I won’t accept losing to him!” Sanemi protested to Obanai

“It’s not fair Tomioka!”

“I just used my tricks” the water hashira shrugged

The other two approached

“So?” Obanai said

“I think I’m going to get revenge, today I’ll beat the shit out of this little brat” Shinazugawa jumped on the boy on the ground

The wind hashira preferred to tickle the boy’s armpits, Muichiro laughed even more

“NOHOHO STOHOHOHOP”

“Aren’t you coming?” Giyu asked Obanai

The snake hashira laughed “okay, okay, I have some things to get back at this kid”

Obanai squeezed the boy’s knees, which made him almost kick his face, but a hashira’s reflexes are fast and the kick didn’t hit anyone

“Hey! You almost killed me” Obanai said “now I’ll get you” he started tickling his feet

“NOHOHOHOHO”

Sanemi lowered his hands to the boy’s ribs

Muichiro shouted louder

“Haha, can you make him laugh more than that Tomioka?”

Giyu rolled his eyes, Sanemi can turn everything into a competition with him

“How much do you bet?”

Sanemi laughed “40”

It was little money, but winning against Sanemi was worth every penny for Giyu

Tomioka quickly lifted Muichiro’s shirt and dropped a raspberry on his belly

Muichiro’s scream was actually much louder, he begged “PLEHEHEA-*hic*PLEHEHEASHEHE”

“I surrender, Tomioka won” Obanai raised his hands and smiled, standing up

“Argh, fuck you”

“You owe me 40” Giyu smiled

Sanemi rolled his eyes

“Get up Tokito! Are you going to stay on the floor?” Obanai shouted

Muichiro sat down on the ground

“I *hic* am sorry *hic*”

The three men stared at him, Sanemi laughed out loud, Giyu covered his mouth and laughed softly and Obanai just laughed normally

Muichiro stood up, grabbed his sword and got into position

“Come on *hic* let’s conti- *hic* continue”

The three men got into position

“You can *hic* come on!”

The three ran and met the boy, Muichiro was tired but he would still win

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