#lee Muichiro

[kokupuffs]

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]

Spidering

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Genya Shinazugawa

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Ships: Genya x Muichiro

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 sat on the floor and looked at the wall

Genya looked at him and seemed confused “what are you looking at?”

“Ah… there’s a little creature over there, I forgot its name”

“Over there?” Genya looked and tried to see, it was very small but he had good eyes, it was a small spider “it’s just a spider, are you afraid?”

“Afraid? Why would I be afraid?”

“Some people are afraid, I don’t know” Genya shrugged

“What do spiders do?”

“You don’t remember?”

Muichiro used to forget basic things sometimes, it was normal for him

“Nop”

“They produce webs and… they have eight legs…”

“Eight? Wow, that’s a lot of legs” Muichiro said looking really surprised

“Yes” Genya smiled, having an idea in mind “spiders climb walls in a different way, did you know?”

“Really? How?”

“Let me show you, give me your hand”

Muichiro gave his arm, Genya stretched it out and placed his hand on top

“They go up like this” he said walking with his fingers, Genya saw that Muichiro clearly felt a shiver “and when they go up there do you know what they do?”

“Whahat?”

“Tickle you!” Genya let go of Muichiro’s arm and used both hands to squeeze the boy’s ribs

“Yohohou lihihihiehehed!”

“Of course not, Muichiro, are you doubting me?”

“Gehehenyaha!”

Genya quickly put his hands under Muichiro’s loose clothes, before he could react, tickling his belly

“NOHOHOHO! GEHENYAHAHAHA”

“I’m sorry, but you were so cute asking questions, I couldn’t resist”

The Hashira kicked the other, making him let go

Genya covered his mouth and laughed a little

“I lihike spihiders, Genya”

“I like you”

“Huh?”

“Nothing” the swordsman turned red

Muichiro laughed, messing up his hair

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Tickletober babiesssss 💛💛

[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 ✨

[mystwrites]

hi, congrats on 200 followers! May I please request lers! Tanjiro + Genya and lee!Muichiro 🥭+🌊? it was unlikely for these characters to become friends initially but they did... chaotic friends but friends nevertheless! You can add in Nezuko if you want. Thanks, its okay if you would rather not write this

200 Followers Event is CLOSED!

A/N: I only used Tanjiro and Muichiro for this since my KNY brainpower has been running on fumes lately. Thanks for the request!

The beach was something new for the corps. No one was used to it. However, time off allowed them all to not fight for their lives for once. Everyone had been doing their own thing but Tanjiro and Muichiro were the only ones ankle deep in the water, shivering as the cold water creeped up their ankles.

“Cold! Cold!” Muichiro yelped, tensing up as he walked further into the water.

“It is quite cold!” Tanjiro agreed, gasping as a wave hit him and knocked him over.

Muichiro squeaked as he also got knocked over, shivering as he resurfaced. Now fully submerged, there was no going back. Both boys submerged themselves in the water, surfacing and feeling less cold the longer they swam about.

Five minutes into swimming around and they were comfortable, jumping as high as they could in chest deep water as the waves crashed into them. After a few minutes, Muichiro looked back towards the beach where the others were all hanging out.

“Muichiro kun!” Tanjiro gasped, making Muichiro startle and whip around to face him.

“What? What?” he asked, looking around.

“Are you blushing?” Tanjiro asked, pointing at Muichiro’s cheeks.

“No! I’m not!!” Muichiro argued, coughing to try and ward off Tanjiro’s sudden interest in his cheeks. “I might be getting sick…”

“Aw! You are blushing! So who are you looking at?” Tanjiro pressed, smirking.

“No one! I’m looking at no one!!” Muichiro cried, realizing his blushing probably isn’t helping the situation.

“Zenitsu?”

“No! I’d never blush at him!”

“Inosuke?”

“No way…why…ugh! Nevermind! EEP!!”

Tanjiro giggled and squeezed Muichiro’s sides. He had been very aware of Muichiro’s newly discovered weakness. Deciding this was his chance to get his answer, he squeezed just below Muichiro’s ribs, making the poor teen shriek and laugh, splashing around in an attempt to escape.

“Who are you blushing at?” Tanjiro continued, hoping Muichiro will give him an answer soon. “Come on, you’re blushing at someone on the beach!”

“Nohoho one! Ihihi’m blushing at no one!! Tahahanjiro!!” Muichiro giggled, flailing like a literal fish out of water. “Ihihi’m not blushing ahahat anyone!! Ahahaaa!! Gehehet away!!”

“Come on! Tell me! Tell me!!” Tanjiro exclaimed, continuing to tickle Muichiro. “I’m gonna keep pestering you unless you tell me!”

“Noohoho!! I’m not gonna!” the Mist Hashira screamed in defiance. “Ihihi’m not blushing at ahahanyone! I swehehear!!”

Muichiro and Tanjiro both yelled in shock when a wave hit them both from behind. Tanjiro was knocked over, Muichiro taking the opportunity to slip away, swimming as far as he could to get away from his attacker. His friend however was much quicker and caught him before he could reach the sand.

“What are they doing?” Zenitsu asked, pointing at the two, Muichiro’s yell grabbing the group’s attention.

“Don’t know.” Kanao added. “Looks like they’re having fun.”

“Maybe they’re drowning?” Genya suggested, noticing how Muichiro frantically flailed about when Tanjiro grabbed him. “In that case…we might need to save them before pork chops over here decides to jump at the opportunity to actually drown them.”

Much to Genya, Zenitsu and Kanao’s horror, Inosuke tackled Muichiro and Tanjiro before they reached them. It looks like Tanjiro never got his answer.

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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

[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!”

Thanks for reading!

[lee-lucius]

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]

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!!

[creative-kny-fics]

¡Hola! espero que estéis muy bien 💓 Me encontre con esta foto y me parece muy linda 🥹😍 Me preguntaba si seríais capaces de escribir un fic para ella, por favor? tal vez lee!Muichiro, o un switch genmui? Tu decides que hacer! 🤩 Gracias, y por favor no te sientas presionada a aceptar la petición ✌️ Puedes escribir en inglés o en español, como prefieras! Feliz Navidad 💖

Perdón la demora- (MIS BEBÉS)

Switches: Genya Shinazugawa y Muichiro Tokito

'¿Porqué debo de usar esto...?', sí, Muichiro NO estaba contento con eso.

Era momento de la toma de fotos para la mercancía, ya saben, publicidad. Pero, nuestro querido Pilar de la Niebla no se veía contento.

¿Por qué? Ese gorro, las botas, el estar en una misma posición durante quien sabe cuanto tiempo, más, las tomas para "asegurar" la definitiva, le resultaba irritante.

'Ojalá que se les rompa la cámara o que haya un temblor'

'Oh, Muichiro, ya sé que no estás contento de esto, pero solo son unas cuantas fotos y luego, bueno, toca esperar hasta la próxima'

'¿Porqué simplemente no usan la inteligencia artificial? Ahorraría mucho trabajo y vergüenza...', al menos se intentó.

La producción no lograba que el niño sonría, ni con dulces, un aumento de sueldo u otras cosas. Muichiro se quería largar de ahí, eso sí lo iba a hacer feliz, y mucho.

'Tokito... Digo... Muichiro...'

'Oh, eres tú. ¿Qué pasa? ¿Acaso a ti no te molesta esta estúpida sesión de fotos?'

'La verdad, sí, mucho. Es decir, la ropa ni siquiera es de estación y los colores, agh, ni hablar de esos horrendos gorros, que por suerte, yo no voy a usar... O al menos eso, eso es lo que espero...', comentó Genya, mientras le dirigía una mirada a su amigo, esperando que al menos eso lo animase.

Y vaya que lo hizo. Durante las siguientes horas, no dejaron de hablar de lo muy incómodos que se sentían usando esa ropa, fue como un reforzamiento de su amistad.

Pero, qué creen. A uno de los fotógrafos se le ocurrió la "genial" idea de hacer una sesión de fotos en pareja, según ellos, para ganar así más popularidad.

'Genial, ahora no sólo tenemos que posar, sino que tenemos que andar como burro viejo cargando al viejo'

'¿Verdad? Claro, como a ellos no les va a salir una hernia, los odio', y sí, estos dos seguían en lo mismo.

En fin, no eran quienes para objetar ante eso, así que les tocó aceptar, a regañadientes. Como Muichiro era más pequeño, Genya podía cargarlo fácilmente, pero era bastante raro hacerlo.

¿PORQUÉ? Bueno, en primera, Genya no tenía los pies en el piso, estaba, técnicamente, jalado por una polea para dar la impresión de estar volando. Segundo, tenía que fingir que caía, y no, si se caía, iba a ser ridículo.

Y para acabarla, Muichiro no estaba dando su mayor esfuerzo para que el trabajo fuese más rápido...

'Maldita sea Muichiro, sonríe para que nos larguemos de una puta vez a casa'

'Lo haría, pero es gracioso ver como estás a nada de caerte y cómo pones una expresión de idiota cuando debes fingir', bueno, eso sí ya molestó a Genya.

Y no crean, una cosa era rajar de la producción y sus reglas horribles, y otra cosa, era hacerlo sobre ellos mismos. Así que Genya pensó...

"Sí él debe sonreír... ¿Porqué no ayudarlo? Tengo las manos justo donde deberían estar, así que podré hacerlo sin problema alguno..."

Una sonrisa se formó en sus labios, fingiendo acomodarse mejor para la toma, pero Muichiro no cayó en eso.

Intentó guardarse la risa mientras sentía como Genya rascaba suavemente en sus costillas y su otra mano daba suaves apretones detrás, o intentaba darlos, a la parte trasera de sus rodillas.

'Gehenyaha... Idihotaha...'

'No te estoy haciendo nada, sonríe para la maldita foto y hazlo bien'

El juego entonces fue revertido, cuando Muichiro aprovechó para envolver sus brazos alrededor del cuello de Genya, rascando la parte trasera de su cuello.

'A-ah... Puhutoho... Ihimbehecihil'

'So-sohohonri-rihehehe...!'

El resultado fue aún mejor de lo esperado, las expresiones se veían tan reales qué parecían haber sido captadas en el momento exacto.

Genya y Muichiro no podían creerlo, pero no les importó, después de todo, finalmente podrían irse a casa

ENGLISH VERSION:

'Why should I wear this...?', yes, Muichiro was NOT happy about it.

It was time to take photos for merchandise, you know, advertising. But, our beloved Mist Pillar did not look happy.

Why? That hat, the boots, being in the same position for who knows how long, more, the shots to "ensure" the definitive one, was irritating to him.

'Hopefully your camera will break or there will be an earthquake'

'Oh, Muichiro, I know you're not happy about this, but it's just a few photos and then, well, it's time to wait until the next one...'

'Why don't you just use artificial intelligence? It would save a lot of work and embarrassment...', at least it was tried.

The production didn't manage to make the child smile, not with sweets, a salary increase or other things. Muichiro wanted to get out of there, that was going to make him happy, and a lot.

'Tokito... Sorry... Muichiro...'

'Oh, it's you. What's going on? Aren't you bothered by this stupid photo shoot?'

'The truth, yes, a lot. I mean, the clothes aren't even seasonal and the colors, agh, not to mention those horrendous hats, which luckily, I'm not going to wear... Or at least that's what I hope...', Genya commented, while he gave his friend a look, hoping that at least that would cheer him up.

And boy, he do it. During the next few hours, they did not stop talking about how uncomfortable they felt wearing those clothes, it was like a reinforcement of their friendship.

But what do you think? One of the photographers came up with the "cool" idea of doing a couple's photo shoot, according to them, to gain more popularity.

'Great, now we not only have to pose, but we have to walk like an old donkey carrying the old one'

'Right? Of course, since they are not going to get a hernia, I hate them', and yes, these two were still in the same thing.

Anyways, they were not the ones to object to that, so they had to accept, reluctantly. Since Muichiro was smaller, Genya could easily carry him, but it was quite rare to do so.

REASON? Well, in the first place, Genya didn't have his feet on the ground, he was, technically, pulled by a pulley to give the impression of flying. Second, he had to pretend to fall, and no, if he fell, it was going to be ridiculous.

And to finish it off, Muichiro wasn't doing his best to make the work go faster...

'Damn Muichiro, smile so we fucking go home'

'I would, but it's funny to see how you are about to fall and how you put on an idiot expression when you have to pretend', well, that already bothered Genya.

And don't believe it, it was one thing to crack production and its horrible rules, and another thing to do it on themselves. So Genya thought...

"If he must smile... Why not help him? I have my hands right where they should be, so I can do it without any problem..."

A smile formed on his lips, pretending to settle better for the shot, but Muichiro didn't fall for that.

He tried to keep his laughter to himself as he felt Genya gently scratch his ribs and his other hand gently squeeze behind, or attempt to give them, to the back of his knees.

'Gehenyaha... Idihohohot...'

'I'm not doing anything to you, smile for the damn photo and do it right'

The game was then reversed, when Muichiro took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Genya's neck, scratching the back of his neck.

'A-ah... Fuhuckihing... Dohohork'

'Sm-smihi-hihilehehehehe!'

The result was even better than expected, the expressions looked so real that they seemed to have been captured at the exact moment.

Genya and Muichiro couldn't believe it, but they didn't care, after all, they could finally go home

[mah-t-wordblog]

Raspberries

Tickletober day 17

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Giyu Tomioka

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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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Giyu ate a small fruit known as raspberry

Muichiro looked at him “what is this?”

“Raspberry, do you want it?”

Muichiro looked as if he had never seen something like that, and apparently he never had

The child ate it

“Hmmm~ I like raspberry!”

Giyu smiled “oh yeah?~”

“Yep! Very tasty!”

The water hashira started to approach “you should choose your words better”

Muichiro widened his eyes, understanding the second meaning of the word “I-I- p-please”

Giyu just smiled, Muichiro tried to run but was grabbed by the leg, falling to the ground

“Noho!”

“I haven’t done anything yet” the man said laughing

“Ihi knohow!”

Giyu held Muichiro's arms with one hand and slowly lifted his shirt with the other, purposely running his fingers over the boy's defenseless belly.

"Tohomihiokahahahaha!" Muichiro was writhing as hard as he could, this was torture for the poor little boy.

To Muichiro's horror (or relief, because he would no longer feel the butterflies in his stomach from anticipation) Giyu exhaled and finally blew it all into the boy's belly.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO" Muichiro screamed, it felt like he was being killed.

"Pfff, do you still like raspberries?"

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO"

"You're lying" Giyu blew one too many into the boy's belly.

"OK OK IHIHI LOHOHOHOVEHEHEHE"

Giyu smiled and let him go, Muichiro curled up like a ball.

"*hic*" the boy sobbed.

Giyu laughed, "want another one?" He offered the small fruit

“I think *hic* I’m traumatized”

The two laughed, Muichiro took the pink fruit and ate it

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Tickletober yayyyyyyyyy💛💛

[i-will-always-be-happy]

AT LAST I COULD... SO I SHARE MY 2 FAVORITE FANARTS!!