#ler!bachira

[tastybluesprite]

I see a vision here of a lee!Isagi and ler!Bachira… 👀👀👀

Thoughts? @giggly-squiggily 👀👀👀

[myreygn]

All's well that ends well

summary: Bachira is on a pranking rampage and Chigiri is collateral damage. That wouldn't be such a big deal if the day couldn't have gotten any worse already, but luckily Kunigami is there to get everything back on track.

an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @giggly-squiggily AGAIN HERE IS YOUR BELATED BIRTHDAY GIFT! i'm hitting myself hard for not getting this out sooner but it's here now and i hope you like it! stay wonderful and next year i'll try the whole being on time things again <3

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Practice was going great. At least Kunigami kept telling himself that over and over again, although believing it got harder with every missed pass, every flunked goal shot and every frustrated groan behind his back. They were all kinda off today and if it had just been that, he wouldn’t have minded as much. Of course having a bad day was annoying, especially when it seemed to be contagious to everyone else as well, but bad days were normal and they could easily be fixed by a hot shower and a good night’s sleep.

However, it wasn’t just a bad day. In fact, Bachira was having a great day. Apparently their dribbler had had a clown for breakfast and it showed; so far he had swapped Igarashi’s clothes with Iemon’s, put toothpaste under the door knob for Naruhaya to grab into, changed Gagamaru’s alarm to a death metal version of Baby Shark, and tied Raichi’s shoelaces together, twice. He was on a roll and while everyone was certainly on their toes, Bachira had yet to go on their very last nerve. Emphasis on yet.

A startled yelp caught his attention and Kunigami didn’t even bother watching as the ball flew past the goal, turning around instead. Chigiri held a bottle in his hand, the front of his shirt and his chin drenched in water. Looking a little closer, Kunigami saw that the lid had been unscrewed. Their resident team princess was apparently the newest victim of Bachira’s prank spree and he was not having it. Oh yeah, practice was going amazing.

“What the hell, Bachira!”

“Sorry, sorry! I thought this was Isagi’s!” In Bachira’s defense, he did seem shocked. Kunigami didn’t doubt for a second that he was telling the truth; Chigiri’s day had started off badly enough with his hair do loosening every ten minutes and after he had literally tripped over his own feet during warm up, face planting into the field at full speed, the team had unanimously decided to just leave him alone for the time being. And Bachira would never purposefully make a bad day worse, they all knew that. Unfortunately, Chigiri seemed to have forgotten about that in his annoyance.

“Amazing, thanks, that’ll definitely dry my clothes.”

“I know it won’t, I just-”

“You just wanted to test my patience, I get it! Because my day went so great up until now!”

“Chichi, I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah well, you did! And don’t call me that!” The redhead’s glare made Kunigami go weak in the knees and it wasn’t even directed at him. “If you stopped playing these stupid pranks, shit like this wouldn’t happen! You’re not funny, just cut the crap already!”

“Woah, hey!” Isagi took a step forward as if to shield Bachira. “Chigiri-”, but Chigiri had already grabbed his things and stormed off.

The silence in the hall dragged on for an uncomfortable five seconds before Gagamaru softly cleared his throat. “Let’s call it a day. Bachira, do you, uh…”

��It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but the dribbler turned away before any of them could comment on his quivering lip. “Sorry, I’ll just… I think I’m gonna lie down for a bit. Sorry, really.”

With that he was out the door and the rest of the team exchanged glances, then Isagi nodded slightly and quickly got up to go after Bachira. Iemon jumped upright as well, shooing his teammates away. “Alright, go and hit the showers, you reek!” The boys gathered their things and upon one last exchange of glances, Kunigami slipped out of the room to go and look for Chigiri.

—

He found the princess in the recording room, sitting in the corner that was the farthest away from the door, curled up with his head buried in his arms and just seeming overall miserable. On second glance, Kunigami noticed his shoulders shaking ever so slightly and he even caught a sniffle. Alright, approach with caution.

“Hey.” He quietly closed the door after himself, making the screens’ bluish shine the only source of light in the room, and carefully stepped closer. “Is this seat taken?”

Nothing, not even a huff of reluctant amusement and Kunigami felt himself deflate a little. Dumb jokes like this usually made Chigiri downright cackle, he had to be really upset if he wasn’t even gonna acknowledge it. Still, he also showed no signs of wanting to be left alone, so Kunigami sat down next to him, not touching him yet. “So… that was not excellent.”

No answer. The hero frantically tried to think of something to say that would get through to his friend when he caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but… “Are you in pain?”

A shivery breath was the only response he got, but he wasn’t just gonna drop this. Kunigami sat up straighter and put his hand on Chigiri’s which had tightened its grip on his bad knee. “Hey, Chigiri, look at me. If you’re in pain, you need to tell me.”

The most anxiety-inducing three seconds of his life later, the smaller boy finally lifted his head and relaxed his hand a little. “I’m not hurt.” Despite the tear stains on his face, Kunigami felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Then Chigiri looked down again. “I was just scared I would be.”

Kunigami felt his heart clench a little at the quietness of his voice, but at least he was talking to him now. “What do you mean?”

“I was scared it’d start to hurt after I fell.” The redhead wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and Kunigami couldn’t help but feel a little good at Chigiri letting his guard down around him like that. “My knee is fine, I just… the entire time I kept thinking ‘What if it isn’t?’ and I got really anxious and I guess I kinda…”

Chigiri let the sentence trail off to silence and Kunigami nodded slightly. “You were tense and the thing with the water bottle was just the last drop.” That got him a quiet huff - still well below the average reaction, but he wasn’t gonna complain. A win was a win, however small. Next step. “That wasn’t okay, you realize that, right? I mean, I get it, but Bachira didn’t target you on purpose. And I think what you said really took a toll on him.”

Chigiri’s expression morphed into some kind of mortified guilt and Kunigami quickly put an arm around him, pulling him a little closer in the process. God, he was tense. “Isagi went after him, don’t worry. You obviously feel awful about this, I didn’t mean to make it worse, sorry. Just go apologize, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The redhead nodded, drying the last remaining tears. “I wanted to do that anyway… I wanted to take back everything as soon as I left, but then I had to cry and I went here to calm down, but then it just got worse being all alone, and… thank you for coming, really.”

Kunigami smiled, softly caressing his teammate’s back. “Anytime, princess.”

“Shut up.” Chigiri flashed him a weak smile and sat up straight, stretching his arms. “Guess I should go apologize.”

“Oh no, not yet.”

“Huh? Why d- ehehehehey!”

Kunigami’s smile turned into a smirk at the way Chigiri immediately curled into himself as soon as he felt the fingers on his ribs, pressing his arms to his side and trying in vain to get away, but the taller boy just wrapped his free arm around him and pulled him back, not stopping the soft tickling of his ribs for even a moment. “You wanted to calm down first, didn’t you? You’re still as stiff as a poker, I can’t let you face Bachira like that.”

“Whahahahat dohohoes thahahahat hahahave toho dohoho wihihith tihihicklihihing mehehehe- aehehehe heheheherohoho!”

“Yes, princess?” He wormed his fingers under Chigiri’s arm and almost let out a giggle himself at the squeal that got him. He was careful not to be too rough however; he wanted Chigiri to relax, not perish. “Something the matter?”

“Yohohohou’re ahahaha jeheheherk, thahahahat’s the mahahahatter!”

“Tsk.” Kunigami gripped him a bit tighter and softly grazed a single finger over his knee, causing Chigiri to shriek and kick out. “I come here to cheer you up and this is the thanks I get? Such disrespect?”

“Kuhuhuhunihi, nahahaht thehehehe! Ihihihit tihihickles tohohoo muhuhuhuch!”

“That’s because you’re too ticklish, my lady.” Another soft scratch to the knee and Chigiri threw his head back, full on cackling now. “I’m barely touching you.”

“AEHEHE- heheherohoho, plehehehease!”

“Alright, alright.” Kunigami chuckled softly and released his teammate, softly wiping a laughing tear away with his thumb and caressing his back to help through the after-giggles. The tension had faded. Mission accomplished. “You good?”

“Yeheah… mahan, you suck.” Chigiri shook his head with a smile, then grabbed Kunigami’s extended hand to stand up with him. “Thanks again.”

“Of course. Now come on, let’s go. Make everything right again.”

—

Making everything right again was often a task easier said than done.

When they entered the room, Kunigami’s gaze immediately fell on Bachira’s futon. The dribbler said there with his legs crossed, slumped over and fiddling with his hands, not even looking up when the door opened. The ginger felt Chigiri tense next to him and he gently squeezed his hand, mouthing ‘You can do this’ at him when he was met with an anxious glance.

Chigiri took a deep breath and walked over to his friend slowly, then kneeled down in front of him on the floor. “Bachira? Can I talk to you?”

The dribbler looked up and expectantly examined the redhead, but he didn’t say a word. Kunigami felt himself grow slightly anxious now as well and he looked over to Isagi who was… smiling softly? Seeming relaxed? Curious. The ginger decided to just let things progress.

Chigiri didn’t catch the ease with which Isagi watched the scene. He was entirely focused on Bachira when he nervously grasped onto his shirt and began to speak. “I’m really sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that, I was just… I was feeling stressed and scared because of the fall and I shouldn’t have taken that out on you, especially when you didn’t do it on purpose, which, I- I know you didn’t, I shouldn’t have accused you of that, that was a shitty thing to do. Everything I did was shitty, I’m really really sorry. Can you forgive me?”

Bachira tilted his head and just sat there for a few seconds, then a smile began tugging at his lips. “You’re lovely, thank you.” He put a hand on Chigiri’s shoulder, squeezing softly. “I’m sorry for getting you caught in the crossfire, I might’ve gone a little overboard with all the pranks today. Forgive me too?”

“Of course!” 

Kunigami smiled softly when Bachira pulled Chigiri in for a hug and the redhead relaxed visibly. A look over to Isagi however showed him a mischievous little smirk on his lips and a realization dawned on him. This was still Bachira. Before he could warn Chigiri, the dribbler began speaking again.

“There’s one last thing though…”

Confusion showed itself on Chigiri’s face. “What thing?”

“Revenge.”

“What are you- wait, waitwaitwait, not agahahAHAHAHAIN-”

“Again? So Kunigami got his turn already?” Bachira grinned and grabbed Chigiri’s wrist, pulling it to the side for better access to his armpit. “Then it would be unfair to deny me mine, don’t you think, Chichi?”

Kunigami couldn’t help but chuckle to himself softly and he turned away to make himself comfortable on his futon. All’s well that ends well, he could let this go on for a little longer.

[z0mb13p0sts]

hi,, i was wondering if you could do some lee!isagi hcs? with bachira as the ler :3

OF COURSE!! Thank you for the request, anon!

Hc's under the cut :3

Lee!Isagi

Oh god he is TOO ticklish for his own good

Like I said in a previous post, his worst spots are his ribs and his knees.

BIGGEST LEE IN BLUE LOCK.

LIKE 95% LEE AND 5% LER..

He CANNOT handle teases....

They fluster him so much

Cause like Bachira saying, "aww~ the monster inside me tells me to tickle right.. Here *tickles worst spot*

And he SCREAMS.

I love lee!isagi he's so precious I love him oh my god it's bit even funny...

Ler!isagi

The very few times he's ler, he managds to fluster himself more than his lee

It's very rare for him to take revenge

He would wreck Bachira when he's asleep and not getting up

Or when he's pranking him

Or when he's being lazy

Any reason you can think of isagi getting wrecked, he uses that exact technique against them

Cannot tease for the life of him

It's honestly adorable

Yeah, very rare for him to ler, always has been a lee and that will probably never change

Lee!Bachira

Honestly, more ticklish than one would think

Considering how much he teases and wrecks people, you wouldn't expect him to be as ticklish as Isagi is, but he is, maybe just a little less sensitive but still

Worst spots are his thighs, feet and shoulder blades.

He giggles.

His giggle spot is his midsection and naval.

Poke his belly and adorable giggles pour out

CURLS IN ON HIMSELF.

Like from one of the first episodes, when he's asleep on the floor, he's like that but giggling and trying to slap his ler's hand(s) away

I'm sorry I love Bachira so much and lee!Bachira is so underrated I can't...

Baby talk.

Baby talk with him and he SQUEALS.

It's adorable 🥺🥺

Everyone wrecks him because of the pranks he pulls

Ler!Bachira

Oh god

The devil reincarnated

Whenever he's the ler, oh god..

Pray for the lee

He's RUTHLESS

The monster inside him tells him where to tickle

And no surprises, that spot is the lee's worst spot

A little prankster

He wrecks EVERYBODY

Nobody's safe when he's in a ler mood.

Like 50% lee and 50% ler

Biggest switch known to man vro

Or maybe 45% lee and 55% ler, like a ler leaning switch

He giggles along with the lee

And teases

His teases are the WORST.

oh god

A full on GOD at flustering his lee

That's it.. Sorry it was so short 😕 I've been really unmotivated because school's back and I have a lot of work to do. 🙁

[ticklish-n-stuff]

We need some ler bachira up in here don't you think sis?

Please remember to take care of yourself, though! Love ya <3

Tickle monster

WAHAHA! First blue lock fic! :D

I'm a bit nervous but I like how it turned out! Aside of being insane over Bachira, I'm also mentally ill for Rin so I decided to make him the lee uwu. He's just so wreckable!!!

Anyways I hope this is alright!

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Bachira x Rin (uhh...)

Lee: Rin

Ler: Bachira

Warnings: Tickles!

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Ever since Bachira got separated from Isagi, it's been hard to uhh... indulge in certain moods he gets. But today it was a really bad one, his fingers were itching to make someone squeal in laughter. Plus, this was a good way to get closer to his new roomates, right...? Well they surely fit up to the weird standards, I'm sure a bit of tickling won't hurt.

The first one to come to mind was Aryu as he was the most easygoing one, but to Bachira's surprise he wasn't ticklish?!

"Sorry to dissapoint, that wasn't very glam of me" were his words, but no hard feelings. Bachira just had to pick another target! It can't be that hard, right?... Right?

The next one was Tokimitsu. He was constantly at the verge of cardiac arrect, so he had to be ticklish, right? Don't ask how Bachira reached that conclusion. Speaking of reaching, he slowly snuck up behind Tokimitsu and gave his sides a surprise squeeze. "Gotcha!~"

"GYAH!! B-Bachira!...".

Bachira's ears perked up at the squeal, thinking he had finally hit the jackpot, but it was simply just Tokimitsu getting startled. Once the intial shock passed, he didn't react to the brunnette's pokes and prods. Guess all that muscle ain't just for show.

"Huh, I'd for sure thought you'd be ticklish...".

"Ehehe sorry... but, why did you want to tickle me?".

"Oh well that's simple! I just find it a lot of fun to make others laugh~ But so far, I've been unsuccessful with you and Aryu..." Bachira sighed in defeat.

"Umm... h-have you tried tickling Rin?".

"No, but I doubt someone as serious as him could be ticklish".

"Well, you'll never know until you try...~".

"Hmm...".

Bachira stood by the doorway, observing Rin doing his usual stretches after practice. He was even shirtless but... could sour puss Rin actually be ticklish? There's only one way to find out.

"Hey, Rin-chan! What'cha doing?~".

"What's it look like?" Rin didn't even bother to look up at him, his whole focus on his yoga poses.

Bachira only chuckled at the blunt reply, watching his movements with interest. Rin merely glanced at him, but didn't care to shoo him away. He then did a more complex pose, making the brunnette gasp in awe.

"Wow! You're really good at this, Rin-chan! You didn't even falter at all~" Bachira praised him as he absentmindedly ran his finger down the exposed spine.

The sound that came out of Rin's throat was almost unrecognizable, it was like he chocked on air as he came tumbling down to the ground. But to Bachira, that could only mean one thing...

"Hey, Rin-chan, would you happen to be ticklish?~" Bachira asked innocently as he crouched down to where Rin was. What he wasn't expecting was for the stoic boy's cheeks to heat up from the question.

"Don't ask stupid things..." Rin tried to brush him off, but Bachira was too stubborn for his own good.

"So... will you laugh if I do this?~" the brunnette let out a 'lil giggle as he reached out to lightly squeeze at Rin's hip.

"Ah—" he let out a loud gasp, his entire body instantly tensing up. Bachira looked down at him with a mischevious grin. "Bachira I swear—" but before Rin could finish his threat, Bachira straddled his waist. His fingers quickly worming their way to the bare sides and toned stomach.

"Look at that! You're so ticklish, Rin-chan~" Bachira cooed down at him as Rin wriggled under him. Trying and failing to hold back his reactions.

"Mhph...!" he didn't even dare open his mouth, as that would unleash all those embarrassing sounds he's trying to desperately hide.

"C'mon! I'm not stopping till I hear you laugh~" Bachira crawled his fingers up to Rin's ribcage, softly digging between them.

"Gyah-!" Rin arched his back slightly, his eyes widening as soft titters started to slowly spill out. "Hngh... B-Bachira...".

"Oooh I must be getting close to a sweet spot, huh?~ I wonder..." then his hands finally reached Rin's armpits, and that's when the damn broke.

"W-WAIT! PFFT! AHAHAHAHA!" Rin cackled out like a madman, playfully kicking his legs out from behind. As he clamped his arms down with all his might, but that only kept Bachira's fingers trapped against the sensitive spot.

"Well now I can't get out! Guess all I can do now is... tickle tickle tickle!~".

Rin squealed in ticklish glee from the tease. He threw his head back in hysterical laughter. It was very pleasing watching the usual stoic player with bright, red cheeks and giddy smile.

"S-STAHAHAPH!".

At that, Bachira seemed to snapped out of his tickle monster trance. As fun as it was to watch Rin laugh himself silly, he didn't wanna torture the guy. So he quickly slipped his hands out from his armpits and got off of him.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I took it too far..." Bachira felt a bit guilty, what if now Rin hated him?

After catching his breath, Rin stood up to meet Bachira's eyes. Even though his face was back to it's usual stoic demeanor, there was still a slight, pink blush left on his cheeks. "It's fine... it wasn't so bad..." he mumbled out.

The words caught Bachira off-guard, did Rin actually enjoy that?! He didn't tell him to stop 'till he had reached his limit and now he says that?! Bachira's face lit up with joy, causin Rin to glance away, trying to hide his growing blush.

"Maybe we could do this again~".

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[giggly-squiggily]

And Then There Were Six (Blue Lock)

Heyo! First and foremost: Major credit and thank you to the wonderful @myreygn for letting me turn your idea into this silly little thing! Thank you so much friend- I hope you like it! :D

CW: Swearing, Blue Lock season 2 spoilers!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada @ticklish-n-stuff

Summary: Bachira is in one of his moods and decides to take it out on the Top 6. Hilarity ensues.

Third Selection was by far Bachira’s favorite. Mainly because he didn’t have to leave Isagi again.

“How’s it feel to be in the top seven?” Isagi asked as they laid facing one another, their hands loosely entwined as he traced his knuckles with his thumb.

“Pretty neat I guess. I’m happy, but I never cared much for the rankings. Besides-I hear they have to bunk together in a completely separate area. That would be torture for me!” He squeezed Isagi’s hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing his fingers. “I never want to be separated from you again.”

“As if you wouldn’t find your way back to me.” Isagi sounded a little breathless as he leaned into his pillow, eyes warm. “Really though- you’re doing amazing, Bumblebee. I’m so, so proud of you. You’re like the  breakout star of Team Z.”

“Nah, I’m just a breakout. A big ol’ pimple in the middle of Team Z’s forehead!” They laughed, trying to muffle their giggles so as not to disturb their roommates. “Still, to hear I’m such a star in your eyes is kinda thrilling.”

“You’re the only star I see.”

“Now you’re just being mushy.”

“You love it.” Isagi laughed again, muffled by another kiss. “I know you don’t care for ranks, but it is still really cool.”

“Thanks. I suppose it is- hm.” His golden eyes flashed, the familiar look of mischief touching them.

“What are you gonna do?” Isagi asked, watching Bachira’s growing smile.

“You already know, Blue Skies.” Without another word, he poked Isagi in the belly, making him yelp and giggle. “Starting tomorrow- I’m gonna make myself known!”

“Soccer gods above- save their souls.” Isagi murmured as Bachira got comfy, yawning. "They're gonna need it.”

“Did you say something?”

“I said I love you, Bumblebee.”

~~~

Rin winced as he kneeled down onto the yoga mat. His whole body felt like one big bruise-courtesy of his extensive training. The thought of finally confronting his brother motivated him to push beyond his limits, leaving him feeling physically dead most evenings. Yoga helped. Not by much, but it was something.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and readied to enter a meditative state.

“Rin-Rin!” Bachira’s voice shocked him so badly his entire body jolted. Pain and embarrassment made him irritable as he cracked an eye open, watching the bob cut boy laugh. “Oh, did I scare you? Sorry, sorry- I’ll give your arms a shavey! Hehehehheehe!”

“And here I thought I finally got rid of you.” Rin rolled his eyes, unable to ignore him now. “Can’t you see I’m cooling off? Can’t you go and bother Isagi or something?”

“He’s doing his own thing. Besides, can’t I come and see my old pal?” Bachira threw his arms around him from behind, making Rin flinch  from how cold his arms were. “Oo, you’re warm! Did you just get out of the bath?”

“Bachira.” He was so annoyed he didn’t bother with his usual nickname. “If you’re going to be stupid, do it somewhere else. I’m trying to relax.”

“Oo, so that’s what’s going on. Okay.” Bachira pulled his arms back, much to Rin’s relief. “I guess I’m just gonna have to help you then!”

“No, don’t-” Rin wasn’t prepared at all as ten fingers attacked his ribs, playing them like a piano. “Sh-hihit!”

“Two for naughty words! Come on, laugh for me! Laugh!” Bachira cooed sweetly, grinning at Rin’s stubborn reaction. It was so cute, how hard he tried not to crack. 

Unfortunately for him-Bachira was his roommate in passing. Meaning he knew exactly where to go for an optimal reaction.

 “Come on- let it out!” He moved his hands to Rin’s hips, pinching quickly and finally getting a chortle. “There it is! There’s that pretty laugh of yours, Rin-Rin!”

“Shuhuhuht the fuhuhuhuck up! Gehahahahahha, yohohohou duhuhuhmbahahahss! Gehahahahaha!” With his worst spot attacked, Rin could only fall to his face in defeat, slapping at his hands as his red smiling face squished further into the smelly mat below. “Eniohohohugh! Gheahhahha-Enhohohough Bahhahchira!”

“Okay!” Doing as asked, the smaller boy pulled his hands back from Rin, watching him groan weakly on the floor. “Don’t overdo it, Rin-Rin! I want to play with you on the field!” He gave him a gentle head pat before skipping away, moving on to his next victim.

The First: Suppressor

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Shidou’s worldview was upside down. 

He laid horizontally on his bed, head hanging off the side as he tapped a random beat against his bare stomach. Today wasn’t a match day, so naturally he was bored to tears. Nothing excited him, not with the hitman duo off doing who knows what. Being alone meant he had no one to piss off or taunt.

Boooooooring. He supposed he could go bother little Itoshi…

The door slid open, too far out for him to see. Shidou chose to ignore it and carried on drumming, trying to remember how that one Chainsaw Man song went. Was it-

“PFFFFT!”

“GAHA!” Shidou let out a startled scream as he was assaulted, spasming like a dying insect and nearly hitting his head. “What the actual fu-”

“Shidou!” Bachira came into view, grinning like a lunatic as he grabbed onto his hips. “Are you ticklish?” He didn’t give the spiky haired man a chance to respond before blowing yet another devastating raspberry against his bare skin.

“GEHEHHHA! Yoohohou bihihiHIHIHhch!” Shidou cried, voice hoarse with screaming guffaws as he tried to sit up. “Gehehhet the hehehehell ohohohohohoff!”

“Hehehehe, I didn’t think you’d be the type that was weak to raspberries, Shidou-kun~” Bachira tried tickling his sides, but it didn’t seem to do much. “I guess you're only ticklish to them, huh?”

“Ehehe..ehhehe, I’m gonna kihihck your ahaa-AHHAHHA!” A third and final blow to the side of his stomach was all it took, sending him falling off the bed and flat on the ground. Bachira bounced up until he was kneeling overhead, grinning from ear to ear at the wheezy giggles and swears the older boy let out. “Whhhihihiy the hehehell are you eheheven here?”

“Looking for people to play with. You were all by yourself, so I came in to bug ya!” Bachira stuck out his tongue, reaching out and poking Shidou’s neck. “Oh- I take back my earlier statement.”

“Ehehhehehea! Shhiihiht, shiihihiht, screhhehehwhw yohohoohu!” Shidou twisted about until he was on his knees, holding the front of his neck to numb the ticklish feeling lingering. “Oh thahaht does it, you brat! Come here!”

“Oh!” Bachira practically sprinted out of there, flying out the sliding doors just quick enough to evade Shidou’s grab. When the older boy got out the door, it was empty.

“Damn runt- he’ll get what’s coming to him.” He let out a sinister little giggle as he shuffled back to his bed.

The Second; The Screamer.

~~~

“Little Red~ You in here?” Karasu poked into the locker room, his smirk drooping into a look of disappointment when he found yet another abandoned space. He was sure he heard a blowdryer going just now. Figuring Chigiri was doing his hair, he wanted to pop in and give him his daily dose of Assassin-grade teasing. 

Once again, however- his plans were foiled. “Damn. Not here either.”

He turned to leave just as something dropped in the distance. His entire body froze, blood going cold and hands starting to shake. He was no coward, but ghosts were something he did not mess with. He’d seen the movies. “H-hello?”

No response. He was just telling  himself it was in his head when he heard sudden footsteps. “Otoya? Is that you?” He turned around to look, but still- he found nothing. His pulse raced with newfound fear, the thought of some lingering ghost of Blue Lock’s past coming to mind. 

Was this like a seven wonder? “H-Hanako-kun?”

A giggle. Karasu nearly choked on his own breath. He turned towards the sink.

A shadow in the reflection greeted him.

“AHHH!” He let out a shrill scream, jerking back and throwing his hands up. Seconds later, hands were on him, making him scream even louder. “EEHHEHEHE!”

Bachira couldn’t even tease him, he was laughing just as hard. Karasu’s scared face was unintended, but beyond hilarious. “It’s me! It’s me, it’s Bahahachira!”

“Yohohoohou sohohohon of a bihihih-Ehehehehehhek!” Any complaints Karasu may have had were drowned in giggles, high pitched and near silent. “Yohohohou scahhahahahred me! Aheahhahahhahaha!”

“Hehe- did I? You didn’t seem the type to believe in ghosts, Karasu!” Bachira winked at him in the mirror, one hand latched onto Karasu’s hip while the other dug into an armpit. He drank in the sight before him, watching Karasu’s eyes scrunch and mouth gap with uncontrollable laughter. “You’ve got that whistle type of laugh, huh? I can barely make out what you’re saying!”

“Shuhuhuhuhsh! Shuhuhuhush, ehahahahhahahahha!” Karasu’s voice came in and out from how hard he laughed, arching so much it was like he was being exorcised. “Pleaehahahhaahhse, mehehehercy!”

“Hmm, okay. I’ll spare you.” The dribbler pulled back his hands, watching Karasu fall flat to his knees. He tucked his arms around his torso and doubled over, coughing a bit between wheezy laughs. “Sorry, that was kinda mean, scaring you so bad. Are you okay?”

“Yeahahah..yehahaha, dude. I’m fihine.” Karasu waved him off, managing to smile despite his shaken composure. “I’m juhuhst gonna sit hehere..for a minute.” He leaned into the bench, groaning as he collected himself. Bachira paused, his gut telling him not to go.

After a moment of thought, he sat down beside him, gently rubbing Karasu’s back. “I can’t leave you alone like this. What if you pass out and actually do become a ghost?”

“Then I'll haunt you for the rest of your life.” Karasu replied back, starting to smile. Bachira laughed as he carried on gently rubbing his back.

His antics would continue later.

The Third: The Whistler

~~~

“Ninja art- barricade!” Bachira cried as he dashed out from the corner, blocking Otoya’s way. He waved his arms around the way he saw in movies, making fighting noises and everything. “I challenge you to a ninja battle!”

“Oh?” Otoya asked, seeming bored. For a moment, the dribbler wondered if he’d even play with him. Then he was tossing his water bottle and towel aside, making rapid hand signs and symbols. “Bring it on.”

“Yeah!” Bachira cried, trying to mimic Otoya. Unfortunately he had no idea what was going on with that, so he changed to a combination of bunny ears and the macarena. “Ninja art- lunge attack!”

“Dodge.” Otoya scooted out of the way at Bachira’s leap. “You shouldn’t announce your moves so-”

Hands on his sides shut him up real fast. Otoya startled all over, puffing his cheeks and arching at the ticklish touch.

“Hehehe, I got you now! Ninja art- substitution!” Bachira gleefully replied, giggling over his successful trick. At least that’s what he thought it was-. He’d never seen Naruto- his limited knowledge regarding it was based on Isagi’s intense yet endearing ramblings. “Ninja art- tickle monster justsu!”

“Gehahahahha! Nohohoho, not the rihihihihihbs!” Otoya flailed and jumped at the fingers digging into his sides, wiggling this way and that like a worm on a hook. So squirmy Bachira thought at one point, having to run at some points to keep his hands on him. “Nohohohot the rihiihihbs, ahahahahhahaha! Iihihiht tihihihihickles!”

“Come on! Don’t lose your ninja way!” Bachira cackled as he grabbed onto the taller boy’s highest set, making him hoot and flail like a muppet. “You’re a descendant of them- didn’t your bloodline teach you how to stand strong against torture?”

“I dohoohohon’t knhoohoohw! I’m wheheahhahahak as shihihihit Ahehahahahaha, Gah! Nohohoho, nhohoohoh, nohohoh thehhehere!” Otoya nearly lost his balance when Bachira grabbed his highest rib set, drilling two fingers into it with expert precision. He twisted about until he successfully danced free, sprinting as fast as he could down the hall. He went so quick he nearly took out Chigiri, making the redhead yelp and fall back.

“Whoa! What..?” He watched a red-faced Otoya disappear before turning to Bachira with wide eyes. “What happened?

“Ninja battle.” The dribbler replied with a shrug. Chigiri nodded as he turned back to where Otoya left, his confusion melting into a look of deep amusement.

“Did you win?”

Bachira struck a pose, sticking his arm out with a proud thumbs up. “Believe it!”

The Fourth: The Dancer

~~~

Yukimiya frowned at his glasses, careful as he swiped for any specks or fog. He had meant to clean them earlier after switching to his sport-gear, but then he got busy and Nagi said something about animals-

Now he had to play the guessing game on whether he got everything. He was blind as a bat without them, meaning he always missed something the first pass with his little towel. His third attempt at getting an annoyingly small speck nearly drove him to rage quit  when two blurry hands appeared. “Do you need help?”

“Bachira, was it?” He couldn’t make out his face, just his voice. He looked at his glasses one more time before passing them to the younger boy. Seconds later, his vision returned, the speck gone and Bachira’s warm hands on his ears as they replaced his frames. “Oh. Thank you- I could have put them back on myself. How can I repay you?”

The dribbler grinned. It was at that moment he recalled what Rin told him when they first bunked together.

Careful around the bob-cut kid. He likes to play stupid games.

Oh dear.

“You can repay me…with your body!” Bachira leaped forward, tackling Yukimiya to the bed as his hands shot to his sides. “Take that, and this and…huh. Are you not ticklish?” He asked, finding the older boy smiling sheepishly.

“Not in the slightest, no.”

“...I don’t believe you.” Bachira reached up and poked at his ears. “I saw you twitch when I touched here- ah! There it is!” He laughed in delight  when Yukimiya scrunched. “The monster had told me you’d be a tough cookie to crumble- but I’ve gotten real good at this!”

“Whahaht mohohonster? Ahehahahahha, hoohohld on, hohoohohhld ohohohon!” Yukimiya cried, doubling over as he was poked. Then he was pulled back in the bed as Bachira repositioned himself behind him, his head in his lap and two hands against the sensitive skin around his neck and ears. “Nohohoh, spahahhahre meheheheehe!”

“Never! You’re gonna get it- whoa, are you crying?” The dribbler froze, seeing an alarming amount of tears welling in Yukimiya’s eyes. “Hold on, are you okay?”

“Ehehehehe- nohoho, no, I’m nohoht upseehehet! I’m not uuhhpset.” Yukimiya reassured him, reaching up and patting his hands. “My ehehyes water up when I laugh- thahat’s all.”

“Oh, for real? Okay then. Still though- are you okay? You’re not lying about being uncomfortable just to save face, right?” He never had someone cry during a tickle fight before. Yukimiya wasn’t making an effort to get away though, and he didn’t seem like he was lying. 

“Bachira, I’m fine. Promise.” Yukimiya nodded, finally able to breathe once more, squeezing the hand still resting on his shoulder. “I just have naturally weepy eyes. I don’t cry easily, so they have to come out somehow, right?.” He laughed, easing away Bachira’s worries just like that. “If I were genuinely upset, I’d let you know.”

“Hm..okay.” Bachira nodded. A moment of silence, then. “Are you okay with me teasing you about it?”

“Sure? Why-ehehehahahahhahaha!” Yukimiya didn’t get a chance to ask more before his neck and ears were ambushed. “Bahahahchirahahaha! Whahahahhit!”

“Aww, it’s okay Yuki-chan. No need to cry.” Bachira cooed sweetly down at him, worsening his ticklish state and making him flush bright red. “I’ll wipe your tears away! If you want, I’ll even drink them!”

“Grohoohohohhoohss! Ehehahahhaha, ohohohoaky, ohhhohohokay I’m dohohohne!” Yukimiya pleaded, gasping for air when Bachira stopped. He took off his glasses with a tired sigh, finding them once more stained. “Dahahamn, and we juhuhst cleaned these tohohoo.”

“Do you want me to do it? I’m good at that sort of thing!” Bachira offered, making Yuki laugh once more.

“It’s fine- I can handle it. Thanks, though.”

The Fifth: The ‘Crier’

~~~

Nagi yawned as he stared at his phone, the game he was playing suddenly too much of a hassle. He switched to his camera, scrolling through his gallery at various pictures taken of him and Reo, screenshots of cool plays he liked-

There was a picture of Chigiri, Barou and Isagi surrounding him while he was asleep. When did they do that?

“Oof.” Nagi let out a half-assed groan at the weight spreading over his back, shaking him free from his thoughts. He peeked, finding Bachira smiling at him. “Hey.”

“Hey, Lazy Genius. Whatcha doing?” The dribbler looked at the screen, laughing at the funny faces the trio were pulling. “Hah- that’s amazing! Hey, send that one to me when I get my phone back!”

“Sure-” Nagi didn’t even have a chance to properly respond before his sides were grabbed, fingers tickling along his ribs and waist and making him wanna curl up. “Ahehahahhaa, nohohoohohooo thhahat’s nohohoht fahhahahir!”

“What’s not fair? You’re just laying here wide open! Even your shirt’s ridden up!” Bachira shot his hands up and under it, making Nagi arch and flail some as hands wiggled towards his stomach. “You don’t fight back, huh?”

“Ihihihit’s a hahahahhahasassle!”

“Even when you’re being tickled, you’re lazy! I like you, Nagi.” The dribbler giggled as he worked his way down to Nagi’s hips, wanting to see how far he could go before the control-player reacted. “Hey, what’s your worst spot?”

“Iihihihih’m nohohohoht thhehhelling! Yoohohohu can ghoohoh ahahask Rehehe-OHOOHOHOH!” Hands on the backs of his thighs made him flail, his arms and legs finally coming up to fight. “Nohohohohohoho, dohohohoohhon’t!”

“Found it! Oo, you got ticklish legs like Missy, huh? Whoa!” Bachira dodged the arm flying at his face, giggling hysterically. “Come on- fight like you mean it!”

“Ahehahahhaha! I gihihihive, I gihihihihihive!” So much for that. Bachira wasn’t displeased though as he finally stopped, watching Nagi groan in his pillow. “Ehehehehe..ehehehhee..heeeh. Whhiihy’d you dohoho that?”

“Felt like it.” Bachira stuck his tongue at him, grinning when he got lightly shoved. Stealing Nagi’s phone, he took a quick selfie with him, giggling at the result. “Send that one to me too, okay? Here-” He added his info before giving back the phone, making their new selfie the contact photo. “Now you can’t say it’s a hassle!”

“Greahat.” Nagi gave a tired hand raise, smiling when Bachira slapped it.

The Sixth: The Lazy

~~~

“Honey I’m home.” Bachira called as he walked into the room, pretending to take off a hat and toss away a suitcase. Isagi, who was lounging in his bed, looked up with a smile as Bachira climbed in beside him. “How was your day?”

“Not nearly as interesting as yours I’d imagine.” He watched Bachira snuggle down into the nest of blankets, waiting until he was comfortable before stroking his hair. “How was your time with the Top Six?” “Great! I think I’ve made myself quite known to all of them.” He rested his cheek against Isagi’s chest, closing his eyes. “I think they’re gonna come after me though at some point.”

“What?” Isagi was half-paying attention, not quite hearing him. Instead of going on about it, Bachira leaned up and kissed him. “Mm. Wait- what’cha say?”

“Nothing. Tell me about your day. I heard you befriended a few country bumpkins.” He snuggled in as Isagi went on a tangent about his teammates, the joy in his voice making Bachira’s heart swell.

He could worry about revenge ala the Top Six another time. For now, it was just him and Isagi, curled up in warm blankets and sharing stories in hushed whispers.

Thanks for reading!

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 10: Ghost

Summary: Rin loves scary movies, and Bachira loves his boyfriend, so he swallows his fear for a, hopefully, fun date night. It doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1,286

Someday I will write ler Bachira, but that day is not today. I'm happy for the opportunity to finally get to write Rin tho (expect an Isabachirin fic soon)! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 💙

"Rin-Rin!" Bachira called, and that was the only warning Rin had before his boyfriend was barreling towards him, running and jumping onto his back.

"Get off," he hissed, prying at the hands that clung to him like a koala bear.

Slipping off of him, Bachira reattached himself at his side with a wide smile, "Hey."

With a pained sigh, he peered around the hallway to be sure they were alone. They were open about their relationship, but he preferred for them not to be so affectionate in public, not that there was ever much privacy in Blue Lock. 

"What do you want?"

"Let's go on a date!"

That brought the faintest flush to Rin's face as he nodded. "Fine. Where?"

"Come to my room tonight. I got it all to ourselves."

"Alright. I'll see you then," he brushed back Bachira's hair and kissed his forehead. "I have to get back to training."

Bachira wrapped his arms around Rin's neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss, then skipped away with a wave. "Bye Rin-Rin!"

He only just rounded the corner when Isagi's teasing voice rang out, "You two are cute."

"Huh? How long have you been here?"

"Well," Isagi rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. "I was coming by, but I didn't want to interrupt you guys, so…"

"That's okay. Thanks for letting us have the room."

"Of course, what are you guys doing anyway?"

"Hmm…" Bachira shrugged. There wasn't really anything romantic to do in Blue Lock if they didn't pay for a day out. "I don't know. Watch a movie, maybe?"

"Oh, Rin likes horror movies doesn't he?"

"He does?" He had never mentioned that to Bachira before.

"I think so. He got excited when we were talking about the new Earthworm Man movie."

"Thanks Isagi, but I have to go get everything ready now!"

—

Rin couldn't help the small smile that graced his face when he entered the room.

Bachira, bright-eyed and messy haired, peeked out from beneath his makeshift blanket fort, waving animatedly. 

"What's all this?" 

"The perfect setting for our date!" He grinned, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cellphone. "I even bought this!"

"Why do we need that?"

"To watch a movie. I found an American one I think you'll like."

Walking closer, Rin squinted at the screen, smile widening at his choice. "That sounds good."

It was awkward, getting onto his knees and shuffling into Bachira's fort, but it was worth it when he was greeted by a loving embrace and sweet kiss. 

Bachira's hands wrapped around his waist, pressing his body against Rin's, who ran his hands through Bachira's hair, pulling at the strands that were soft and lovely and smelled like vanilla. 

Bachira's lips were pillowy against his own, and Rin found himself sinking deeper and deeper, breathing the same breath, skin moulding into each other as his hands cupped his cheeks, so soft and warm that Rin felt the heat pooling into his palms.

Breathless, Bachira finally pulled back, tired and smiling, laughter on his tongue. "Wanna watch?"

"Yeah," he was fully smiling now, "Yeah. I guess we should."

They cuddled up together, Rin laid against Bachira's chest, haphazardly balancing the phone on his stomach as the movie began. 

It wasn't… that bad. At least, it was better than Bachira thought it would be.

He never watched any horror movies, not since the ones he saw as a child that gave him nightmares. But that was years ago. He thought he'd outgrown those childish fears, and, just in case, he'd even picked a movie that sounded more funny than scary. After all, who would be scared of a haunted VHS tape?

Bachira. Bachira was scared.

But he was doing a fairly good job at hiding how every second of this film made his skin crawl and how badly he was waiting for a, hopefully peaceful, end. Except for flinching at the occasional jumpscare, he'd smile whenever Rin glanced up at him and nod along to his commentary—Rin-Rin always took everything so seriously. 

Eventually, it seemed he couldn't stop his nerves from getting the best of him.

"Bachira," Rin spoke up, voice uncharacteristically soft as he looked up at him with those big, beautiful, concerned eyes. "Are you alright?"

Just as he was about to open his mouth and say something to reassure his boyfriend, he realized that he was shaking.

Oh. That wasn't good.

"Bachira," Rin repeated, sitting up and twisting to face Bachira as the forgotten phone fell to the floor, discarded. Gently, he reached out and squeezed Bachira's hand, a heavy frown etched into his face.

"I… I'm okay. Just got a little spooked."

"Are you sure?"

Bachira could still hear the movie playing, not that he could understand it without the Japanese subtitles. "The movie, you should—"

"We don't have to watch anymore."

"Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, but you clearly didn't," Rin's frown deepened, and he pulled Bachira into a tight embrace, holding him until his racing heartbeat settled.

"Sorry," Bachira mumbled, face pressed against Rin's chest. "I ruined our date."

"No you didn't," he looked almost offended as he shook his head, pressing a kiss to Bachira's forehead. "I'm content as long as I'm with you."

"Wow, even you can be sappy, Rin-Rin."

"Shut up," he lightly scolded without any of the usual bite to his words. "Now are you feeling better?"

"Mhm. Thanks," he tilted his head upwards, pecking his cheek.

"I hope you aren't still feeling bad about this."

"I'm not," he lied.

Rin sighed, pinching his cheek and lightly pulling it until Bachira whined.

"Listen, you are very thoughtful. It was very nice of you to do this. I was having a great time, and I still am. Understand?"

Bachira smiled faintly. "You know… I really, really like you, Rin-Rin."

He smiled back. "I like you too, but…" his smile turned mischievous as his fingers curled around Bachira's sides, lightly squeezing, "I like your laugh more."

"Do yohohou?" He asked, giggling softly.

"Yeah. And I think I'd really like to hear it some more."

It wasn't unusual for them. Ever since Bachira decided to randomly start poking his sides during practice, tickling had become relatively commonplace. He knew that Bachira was prone to tickling all of his other friends, but Rin once again preferred for it to be something private, something intimate to be enjoyed by them.

There was an odd satisfaction that accompanied getting Bachira to squeal when Rin tickled him just so or in seeing how quickly he could get him to beg for mercy, but now wasn't one of those times.

Now, he only wanted to see Bachira smile, carefree as usual.

Still hugging him, Rin tilted his head to nuzzle into his neck, bringing up a hand to skitter his nails across the base of his neck. Immediately, it produced a series of quiet, breathy giggles that warmed his heart.

"Is this okay?" He asked, because while they were prone to these playful interactions, he'd never tried using it to cheer up Bachira. Hopefully it'd work, especially considering how much he seemed to love it.

"Yehehes!" 

Rin smiled. His boyfriend really was adorable. 

"Okay, I hope you don't regret that."

Despite his words, his touches remained gentle, light prodding and squeezing that kept Bachira giggling and smiling without ever wanting to stop, intermingled with sweet, soft kisses that Bachira really didn't want to stop.

"I love you," he murmured after they has finished, Bachira a tired, loved, giggly pile of goo in his lap.

"Love you tohohoo," he answered, grinning and pecking his lips again.

There was no way he could ever stay upset when he was with his Rin-Rin.

[riisada]

does anyone know that one lee!bachira ler!rin fic where like bachira is getting massaged by rin but hes like too ticklish so hes js hanging on with a white knuckle grip for dear life pls i cant find it anywhere

[intheticklecloset]

Patience (Blue Lock)

Summary: Bachira is in a big ler mood, but he has to wait all day before he can do anything about it. Meanwhile, Isagi is none the wiser...

Word Count: 1833

~~~

Bachira could be patient. No, really! He could! Especially when the reward for his patience was something as wonderful as Isagi.

He’d felt it the instant he woke up this morning – that desire to watch Isagi turn into a mess of flustered giggles as he hovered over him, watching him try and fail to resist the inevitable. After breakfast he’d asked his boyfriend to practice with him that evening after the matches were over, and Isagi had readily agreed as he usually did.

That had been several hours ago. But he could wait. He could be patient.

Well…until they were finally sitting down to dinner, Isagi on his right and Rin sitting across from them both. Then he started to get a little antsy.

“Bachira,” Isagi said after his fourth or fifth (he’d lost count) attempt to get him to hurry up. “If I eat too fast I’ll get sick. The same goes for you. And we can’t practice until half an hour after eating anyway for the same reason, so just try to hold on, all right? I’m not going anywhere.”

Bachira couldn’t help but beam at Isagi’s words. He’d have to hold onto them for later. They were great words.

“Seriously, bobcut,” Rin grumbled as he shoveled some mashed potatoes into his mouth, “what’s up with you? You’re more annoying than usual.”

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Bachira giggled back at him, nearly bouncing in his seat for how excited he was getting. “I’m just looking forward to spending time with Isagi-chan!”

Beside him, Isagi blushed – a blessed sneak preview of what was to come soon – while Rin just rolled his eyes. “Sure. ‘Spending time.’ That’s all it is,” he muttered under his breath before taking another bite. “Lovebirds.”

Bachira didn’t deny it, and neither did Isagi. The smaller boy gently squeezed his knee under the table – not enough to get the reaction he wanted, but enough to make his boyfriend turn and smile at him.

Bachira smiled back. But his patience was beginning to wear out.

~

Finally, almost an hour later, it was time. The field was all theirs, not another soul in sight. Just how Bachira preferred it. This time, anyway. Usually he had no problem messing with his partner in front of others, but today was different. Today was just for the two of them.

Isagi was rambling, already talking drills as he made his way toward the center of the pitch, but Bachira reached out to grab his hand and stop him, and those beautiful blue eyes turned back to gaze at him, and he beamed openly. He couldn’t help it.

“What’s up?” Isagi asked, but no sooner had the words left his mouth than he must have realized something, because his eyes widened and he sucked in a quick breath. “Oh.”

Bachira giggled and stepped closer to him. “You’re cute, Yoichi.”

Then he lifted up on his toes to kiss him. Isagi met him immediately, leaning down for better access, and hands and arms were wrapped around shoulders and waists and when they came up for air a minute later, Isagi was already flushed a pretty shade of rose pink.

“I kind of thought Rin was kidding before,” he breathed, searching his boyfriend’s gaze with barely contained elation, “but he was right, wasn’t he?”

“Mmm…maybe~” Bachira whispered back, giving Isagi’s shoulders a gentle push to indicate they shouldn’t be standing anymore.

To his credit, Isagi did as he was silently asked, still unaware of what was really about to happen here. Then again, Bachira probably wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him all over when it was said and done—

Speaking of kissing, Isagi leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Bachira’s neck, hugging him close as he did, and the smaller boy squeaked and scrunched up his shoulders, his heart doing a backflip before he regained control of the situation and pushed him down onto the fake grass inside Blue Lock.

“Naughty, Isagi-chan,” he teased, settling in on top of his boyfriend, finally allowing his mischievous smile to break through and give him two seconds of warning before he struck at last.

His partner sucked in a sharper breath this time, his voice wobbly with anticipation as he stammered, “W-Wait!”

“You’re not going anywhere~” Bachira purred into his ear, thoroughly enjoying the way Isagi’s eyes flew open wide. “You’re the one who said it, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t think you m-meant thihihihis!” Isagi whined, pulling his arms down and in protectively as the first ticklish traces touched his upper ribs. “Wahahait!”

“No waiting. I’ve waited all day for this.” Bachira smiled at him as he took his wrists and forced them to his sides, then straddled him so his knees were pinning his arms down entirely. “I wanna play with you, Isagi.”

He waited five more seconds. He’d waited this long, he could do that much at least, for Isagi’s sake. To give him a chance to escape if he really wanted to. They’d established code words long ago for this very reason. Because sometimes Bachira got into too big of a mood for even Isagi to handle with any kind of consistency.

Five seconds went by. All Isagi did was look up at him with nervous but excited anticipation, eyes bright and cheeks pink and a wobbly smile already on his lips.

Given the all-clear, Bachira finally let himself give in.

“Aiieeeek!” Isagi squealed, throwing his head back and tensing up at the single finger that had been jabbed into either side of his top ribs.

“Does this even count as tickling?” Bachira giggled, elated at how the tiniest strokes of his fingers had his boyfriend helpless beneath him. “I’m barely touching you.”

“S-Shut uhuhuhuhup!” Isagi whined, then burst into a brief round of snickers when his partner’s fingers dragged a short trail from his first ribs down to his second and stopped again.

“Ooh, does it tickle already?”

“Nohohohoho!”

“No? Are you sure?” Bachira went to the third set, then stopped. “You sure are giggly. Are you suuuuure it doesn’t tickle?”

“Stohohohohooop!” Isagi turned his head to the side in embarrassment – one of many things Bachira loved watching him do. As if he could hide his cute face when he was trapped like this. “Don’t tehehehease me!”

Bachira hummed, dragging his fingers down again, then again, finally stopping at the set just above the bottom ribs. “Mmm…are you sure you don’t want me to tease you at all? Even a little bit? Not even to tell you how adorable you are?”

“Yehehehehehes, I’m suhuhuhuhure!”

“All right, if you say so!”

Watching Isagi toss his head back to shriek with giggles was another one of his favorite things. Bachira loved the light, airy snickering his gentle scratching was doing. He wasn’t even trying all that hard to get the loudest laughter out of him yet, and Isagi was already losing his mind, squirming and kicking his legs against the ground in ticklish agony.

As requested, he didn’t say a word. Just sat back and watched his boyfriend giggle with a smile on his face, soaking up every twitch, every bounce of his belly, every toss of hair that got into his eyes the more he reacted to his touch.

Finally, and as expected, Isagi managed, “Dohohohohon’t look at mehehehehe like thahahahat!”

“Mm? Like what?”

“Lihihihihike…! Like thahahahahahahat!” he cried again, as though that cleared things up.

“But you didn’t want me to tease you anymore, Isagi-chan. What else is there to do now besides look at you?”

Isagi opened his mouth to retort, then promptly forgot all about it when Bachira dug in just a little harder, with a little more purpose, finding the bone of that bottom rib and gliding his fingers across it.

“I’LL GEHEHEHEHEHET YOU BAHAHAHAHAHACK!! I’M GOHOHOHOHONNA GET YOU BAHAHAHACK FOR THIS, I SWEHEHEHEHEHEAR!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHACHIRA!!”

Bachira grinned. “You sound surprised! Don’t tell me you actually forgot how ticklish you are?” He enunciated the word by pinching the skin along Isagi’s bottom ribs.

Isagi tossed his head back and screeched, “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Bachira closed his eyes and soaked up the sound of his boyfriend laughing hysterically for a few blissful moments, then slowed his pace and dragged his fingers even further down to trace along his belly.

Isagi gasped for breath between snickers, teary eyes blinking up at him with relief and eagerness combined. “Y-You’re teheheheherrible…”

“Oh? I suppose I could go back…”

“Wait, no! P-Plehehease, I need a minute fihihihirst!”

Chuckling, Bachira stopped entirely, gently lifting his legs to free Isagi’s arms. He saw the look of confusion on his partner’s face and winked. “Put your arms up for me, would you, Isagi-chan?”

His boyfriend’s eyes went wide, but his lips pulled up in a nervous smile and he whimpered, slowly, shakily doing as he was asked. Once Bachira was satisfied with his new position, he scooted forward to straddle his stomach and pushed himself up just enough to grasp Isagi’s wrists with one hand, their faces nose to nose now.

“I’m going to tickle you some more,” Bachira teased. “Okay?”

With a whine, Isagi nodded. “Kiss me first?”

He didn’t need any further invitation. Bachira closed the small distance between them and kissed him softly, loving the rush of excitement that came along with knowing he was still fully in control of the situation. Making Isagi blush and laugh and submit to him like this was just…exhilarating. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Ready?” he asked after finally pulling away, smiling down at him.

Isagi took a breath. “Y-Yeah. Do your worst.”

“By the way…” Bachira lowered his voice to the register that always made his boyfriend shiver, leaning in close to his ear as his eager fingers began to trail up and down his ribs once more. “…I can’t promise I won’t kiss you during this round as well, Isagi~”

The taller boy opened his mouth to reply, but his words were silenced by Bachira’s lips on his once again, and within seconds he was snickering and whimpering into his mouth as more ticklish shockwaves began to assault his system, this time with more intention.

The doors to the practice field opened, and Rin stopped short when he saw the two of them in the middle of the field, decidedly not practicing at all. He huffed and turned his back, not quite annoyed, but not exactly thrilled either.

“Did they have to do it here?” he grumbled to himself as the doors closed behind him a split second after he heard Isagi absolutely scream with laughter. Even after he’d taken a few steps back down the hall, he swore he could hear the blue-eyed boy begging for mercy at the top of his lungs. Without context, it might have been chilling. As it was, Rin did his best not to smirk.

Well, if this was what they both needed to be excellent on the field, he supposed it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

[kelkarteiro]

VoNTADW de voltar a ler blue lock... saudade do Barou e do Bachira

[tastybluesprite]

Chaos (Blue Lock)

Two fics in one day! Hooray! Hope it’s good!

Warnings. This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling.

Summery: Bachira reigns his chaos on Isagi once again

When Isagi was picked to join Rins team, he thought things would be less chaotic and only more tense.

“Isagiii!!!!”

However he had forgotten that Bachira was also with them.

Isagi braced himself, as he watched Bachira run and tackle him to his bed in the second selection dorm room.

“B-Bachira!” He gasped, slightly winded as the bob cut haired boy pinned down.

“Sorry Isagi, I’ve just really missed being able to do this to my partner in soccer crime!”

And with that, he began digging his fingers into his ribs, making Isagi burst into cackles. He couldn’t believe Bachira for doing this, and in front of the top three at that!

“BahAHAhAhahachiHIHiHihihrahaha!!! NoHOhOhoHo!!!”

“Awww but why? Are you embarrassed of being tickled in front of them???” He teased with a wide mischievous grin, referring to the other three team members.

“Your laughter is, adorably, quite glam Isagi.” Aryu commented.

Isagi only blushed harder upon hearing that. He was certainly not adorable nor was he glam!

Not even when Bachira went for his lower ribs.

“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO BAHAHACHIRAHAHA!!!” He gripped onto his attackers wrists, desperately trying to pry him off. His face was flushed red and he was kicking his feet around wildly behind Bachira.

Soon the next interjection came from Rin Itoshi.

“Can you guys please keep it down.” He said with annoyance in his voice. Not even as a question, but more as a statement.

Bachira finally stopped and looked behind at Rin with a smile. “Hm? Are you jealous Rin?”

Rin growled in anger “Of course not you weirdo!”

Bachira smiled only wider. “Then, judging by your embarrassed expression on your face, would I be correct in assuming that you’re ticklish too?”

Isagi almost laughed again at such a statement. Then he looked up, and he saw clearly, a pink color that tinted his cheeks.

“N-no! You’re just being loud and annoying, so please shut up!”

Bachira could read people quite well. He could tell when someone was lying, or trying to trick him.

“My monster says your lying Rin Itoshi…”

Before anyone could do or say anything, the bumble bee hair had jumped off from Isagi (accidentally kicking him in the stomach in the process), and went right for the youngest soccer prodigy.

Rin probably could’ve fended off against him, given that he was bigger and stronger than Bachira was. However with Bachira being way faster, as well as the sudden attack taking him by surprise, it left him entirely unprepared to suddenly get slammed to the floor on his back.

Bachira had him straddled and pinned down before his brain finally caught up to what had happened.

“So Rin. Are you sure you aren’t lying to me? If you tell the truth I promise to go easy on you.”

Rin glared, his pride clouding the view of his own position here. “Is that a threat.”

Bachira just smiled at him, and began digging into his sides.

Rins eyes widened at the sudden sensation lighting up his nerves. Nonetheless, he kept his mouth sealed shut. He refused to laugh. To show any sort of emotion that would make him appear weak. Rin Itoshi was not weak!

“Awww Cmon Rin! Don’t hold it in!” Bachira teased. “Hey Isagi!” He then called to the raven haired boy. “Wanna help me?”

Isagi had to admit it was tempting. Who wouldn’t want to see a usually stoic and grumpy person finally laugh and smile for once?

He decided, screw it, and threw himself right into the chaos. He grabbed Rins arms and pinned them above his head with one hand, while the other hand went to work fluttering at his neck.

Rins mouth quivered upward, and suddenly, it was like watching a dam burst.

“N-nahahaha screhehew yohohohu guhuhuhuys!!!!”

They were both pretty shocked. This was laughter unlike what they expect. While Isagi was prepared for rough and low laughter, he heard light and higher pitched laughter. It almost sounded childlike!

“Wow Rin. Your laugh is so nice!” Isagi said with a grin.

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!!!” Rin cried through his laughter. He was squirming around and kicking his feet, but nothing he did helped him escape.

When Bachira suddenly got his ribs, that all increased by about a hundred.

“NOHOHOHOHO GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHAHASE!!! DOHOHOHONT!!”

“Uh oh~ looks like we have another person here with extra ticklish ribs!” Bachira grinned, winking at Isagi (which made Isagi blush a bit).

Soon it looked like Rin was going to explode, and Bachira let him go, followed by Isagi.

Rin didn’t say anything as he managed to catch his breath.

They watched as he slowly got up.

“You guys are sohoho dead for that…” Rin began. “Starting with you.” He told Isagi.

Isagi yelped with a squeak. “W-wa- me?!”

Rins eyes narrowed. “Run.”

Wether it was more personal hatred towards him that made Rin go for Isagi first, he didn’t know. Mainly because he was too busy trying to escape him. Boy was he in a lot of trouble.

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Cartoons

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✿ Show yourself! - Mirabel / Camilo

How To Train Your Dragon

✿ Still the Same - Ruffnut, Tuffnut / Hiccup

Anime

Blue Lock

✿ All's well that ends well - Kunigami, Bachira / Chigiri

✿ Scrapes and Tickles - Otoya, Shidou / Karasu

Demon Slayer

✿ Unhand me! - Akaza / Enmu

✿ Moving the Mountain - Mitsuri, Tengen, Sanemi / Gyomei

✿ Run Like the Wind - Gyomei / Mitsuri, Tengen, Sanemi

✿ Cracks - Douma / Akaza

Free!

✿ The Hottest Maid - Seijuro / Rin

✿ Flour Magic - Nagisa / Aiichiro

Haikyuu!!

✿ Stupid - Mattsun, Makki, Oikawa / Iwaizumi

✿ Grumpy Crows - Kuroo / Daichi

✿ Don’t call me Honey, you donkey! - Kuroo / Daichi

✿ Ten Minutes - Tendou / Iwaizumi

✿ Nightmare - Bokuto / Kuroo

✿ "What's so funny, huh?" - Mattsun / Iwaizumi

✿ Something Is Off - 3rd gym / Kuroo

✿ Basic Hedonism - Yaku, Kai / Kuroo

✿ What even is college? - Kuroo / Yaku

✿ Monopoly Sucks - Nekoma / Kuroo

✿ N over k equals you going down! - Yaku & Kuroo

✿ You're my idol! - Lev / Kuroo

✿ Touching You - Atsumu / Sakusa

✿ Get 'em, Guess Monster! - Tendou / Hinata, Goshiki

✿ Business Secrets - Tendou / Suga

Sk8 the Infinity

✿ Home is where your heart is - Reki / Miya

✿ Master of Consoling - Miya / Reki

Yuri!!! on Ice

✿ “Come over here and make me.” - Yuuri / Victor

✿ Peekaboo! - Yuuri / Phichit

etc.

Game of Thrones

✿ Not Your Boy - Theon / Robb

✿ Intimacy - Sansa / Margaery

✿ It's cold, isn't it? - Bran & Jojen

✿ Cubs and Pups - Tommen, Bran & Rickon

Money Heist

✿ Sparring Partner - Nairobi / Denver

[z0mb13p0sts]

I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH HE DESERVES MORE ATTENTION MY LITTLE EMO BOY I LOVE HIM DJFHDHDHDJDJDBHRHF

Hc's below the cut!!

ITOSHI RIN

My majestic little emo boy I love him

He is SO tklish

12/10 on the scale

Worst spots are: thighs, hips, ribs, armpits, navel, feet, under/in between his toes anddd.. the back of his neck

The only people in Blue Lock that have managed to tk him is Bachira and Isagi

He CANNOT win tk fights.

Too tklish for that.

His older brother, Sae, used to WRECK HIM

When they got along, that is

I hope that in the future, Sae and Rin grow a bond 🙏

But anyways, let's just pretend it's after the U-20 match, Rin and Sae are with each other

Rin grew sassy from the last time Sae saw him

And Sae absolutely WRECKS him for it

as a ler, he is actually really good at it

he doesn't tease, he ignores the lee

Which if anything flusters the lee more than teasing

He has never wrecked Sae before, he's too scared

Because Sae is also a really good ler

Has only even poked his side before

And that was by accident

But, he got wrecked anyway

He also has a secret spot on his back, just below his shoulders

Only Sae knows that spot though

And Bachira

That cheeky little ler knows everyone's spots and even their secret spots

Shidou also sometimes tks him

Like it wouldn't be as bad as Sae, but he'd still be wrecked

Nobody asked for this but I LOVE him.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Heyo friend! I just realized you're taking requests for Tickletober! If it's alright with you, I'd love to see some Blue Lock from ya! (But only if you want to :3) Could I request Day 13 with Rin and Bachira? I love the idea of Bachira being a silent as the wind when he wants to be- combined with his natural tickle monster energy, poor Rin is in for one heck of a surprise lols!

You don't have to accept this if you're not interested- either way I hope you have an amazing day! I can't wait to see what you have in store this tickletober! :3 Take care and stay hydrated!

Tickletober day #7 & #13: Flustered & Sneak attack

HII SO OK I HOPE YOU BOTH DON'T MIND THAT I COMBINED THESE TWO CAUSE I RLLY WANTED TO WRITE FOR RINBACHISAGI SO WHY NOT :3

HOPE YOU BOTH ENJOY! AND THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS 💖💖💖

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Rin x Bachira x Isagi (romantic)

Lees: Rin, Isagi, Bachira

Lers: Rin, Isagi, Bachira

Warnings: Tickles!

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Oh look at that, two unsuspecting players laying calmly on their beds. Those were Bachira’s thoughts as he peaked his head through the doorframe, observing a sleepy Isagi and Rin-chan cuddling each other. The scene was very adorable, if only it could last longer, but Bachira had other plans. 

Currently, Aryu and Tokimitsu weren’t in the room. Giving Bachira the perfect opportunity to launch his surprise attack. He carefully tiptoed across the room, his footsteps as quiet as… well, everything else here was very loud usually. The brunnette perched his head to looks at the sleeping boys, a warm smile on his face, before being overtaken by his monstrous desires. 

“…Surprise!” Bachira jumped on top of the two of them, earning startled yelps and curses. Taking advantage of their sleepy state, Bachira managed to pin them down with ease.

“Bachira… I was sleeping…!” Isagi whined out, while Rin could only let out incoherent grumbles of annoyance.

“I know, I know! But trust me, I had good reason to wake you both up” with that, Bachira’s hands latched onto each torso. One hand massaging Isagi’s side, while the other vibrated against Rin’s toned stomach. 

“Wahahait! Bachirahaha..!” Isagi instantly let out a snort of laughter, trying and failing to kick his legs out. His face instantly turning flushed at the sudden attack.

“Mph…!” Rin on the other hand, being as stubborn as he was, tried muffling his sounds with his pillow. Which only caused Bachira to tickle up his ribcage until reaching his armpit. “PFFT! BACHIRA STOAHAHAP!!” the pillow flew out of his hands, revealing Rin’s giddy expression and rosy cheeks.

“Aww! You’re so cute, Rin-chan!” Bachira gave him a teasing scratch under his chin, causing the grennette to turtle up. “And you too, Isagi-kun~” he leaned over, placing a teasing kiss on Isagi’s belly.

“EEP!” Ahahaha… Bachiraaa, plehehease…!” 

The brunnette looked down, deciding to have some mercy on the tired boys. “Oh fine, is this better?~” he had now switched to gentle scratches up and down each of their arms, occassionally reaching up to their neck. It was very endearing watching the way they both purred and giggled quietly. 

“Ehehe yeah… but, why now all of a sudden?” Isagi quirked up a brow. 

“Yeah, usually you don’t attack this late” 

It was true, Bachira wasn’t one to feel to energized at night, much less disturb his loved ones. But tonight, something in him told him to do it. He wasn’t sure how to explain it. It was more than just tickling them for fun, Bachira wanted to show them love, and this was the best way he knew how to. By making them laugh. But how was he supposed to explain all that in mere words?

“Well, uhh…” the brunnette’s voice trailed off as his eyes darted all over the room, trying to find anythint to avert their attention. But before that, he was suddenly pulled down by two pairs of strong arms. Having successfully been squished between the two boys, his back against Rin’s chest and his fron against Isagi’s.

“Since you won’t talk, how about a taste of your own medicine?” Rin whispered against his ear. Even though his voice was usually monotone, there was a slight hint of playfulness behind it that Bachira couldn’t miss. The tease made his cheeks instantly flare up.

“Oh? Is our cute tickle monster flustered at the thought of being tickled?~” Isagi was now overtaken by his confident persona, much to Bachira’s dismay.

Before the brunnette could get a peep out, Rin started working his way around his neck, while Isagi was gently spidering all over his tummy and sides.

“Eep! Ehehehehe! Guhuhuys..!” he squeaked and giggled like a happy child. There wasn’t much room for him to squirm, which made this feel all the more flustering. Bachira did the poor choice of looking up at Isagi’s face. He felt his face turn a deeper crimson at the loving gaze the other was sending. And even though he couldn’t see Rin-chan’s face, the way he was holding him so closely was all that Bachira needed to know that they too loved him back. 

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[giggly-squiggily]

I’ve been waiting for this one! Okay so friend, let’s talk about Blue Lock. Rin and Sae, so I don’t know why BUT Sae is at Blue Lock I guess to help them get better and Rin is not having it at ALL like he’s constantly side eyeing him and making snide remarks. Sae is not saying anything because you know older brothers have a tolerance for bratty younger brothers. Bachira being Bachira is calling Rin out about it and teases him for it. Rin obviously denies it. Bachira lightly elbows him in the side in Rin gasp and flinch. Sae sees this and that’s when it dawns on him that he can put his little brother back in his place(and see him smile, but he won’t admit that)

YES! Oh my god, Lee!Rin makes my heart go pitter patter in the best way! This came off more Ler!Bachira but I promise the Sae and Rin tickle fight is in the making! I hope you like this little dabble in the meantime! :D

CW: Swearing

It was official- Rin hated Blue Lock.

Specifically, he hated this week of individual team training.

Why? Because Sae freaking Itoshi, aka the devil was here.

Ego must have had quite the sense of humor to put these two in the same room.

“Wow, RinRin, I’ve never seen you so grumpy.” Bachira grinned cheekily as he bounced up during a break, flopping down beside the green haired boy. Right now Sae and Isagi were having their one on one, the older boy going over different plays and ways for Isagi to improve. Normally Rin would be there to learn as well, but he was currently engaged in “Ignoring Sae and everything he does” matters.

Yes it was petty and more likely to screw him over in the long run but he didn’t care.

Ego wanted to bring Sae here, so this was the result.

“I’m not grumpy, I’m simply uninterested in anything he has to say.” Rin replied shortly, shooting a glare. Bachira grinned, unfazed.

“Sure, and that’s why you’re shooting side eyes at him and mumbling rude remarks the entire practice hoping he’d react?”

Silence. Bachira took it as a win. “You know- your brother’s pretty good at this stuff. It’d be best to listen.”

“It’d be best to shut the hell up and go back into whatever hole you crawled out of.” Rin growled, hoping his aggression would spook off Bachira.

“Oo, did I hit a sore spot?” Bachria laughed, elbowing his side. “Sauri Sauri, give your arm a shavy~”

“Tch, whatever.” Rin jumped at the contact, lowering his arm. He must have been noticeable, for Sae looked over, brow raised. Rin glared back.

“Oo, he’s looking at you! Smile!” Bachira poked him a few times, each gesture more intentional than the last. Rin flinched at each jab, his arm pressing tighter against his side as he tried to hold his glare. Sae tilted his head curiously.

“Bachira, yeah?” He called, making the other stop. Said boy blinked up at him. “Go for his hips, he’ll die.”

“Sae, you piece of sh-” Rin only just got out before said spot was ruthlessly attacked, Bachira laughing alongside him as he sang his broken english song about shaving arms on a “Wed-ness-day”. “Fuuhuhuck ohoohohohff, bohoohhwl cut!”

“Should we…” Isagi began, staring in awe at the duo.

“Nah, let it be.” Sae shook his head, something like a glimpse of a smile touching his lips as he turned towards their discarded soccer ball. “That’ll teach him for being such a brat today. Come on- let’s go over your footing once more.”

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!

[lee-lucius]

Tickle Me

Summary: After Isagi learns he's ticklish, Bachira's disappointed that he doesn't act on it, so he decides to take matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 2,207

This is my first time writing for Blue Lock, so it's probably super ooc, but I still had a fun time writing it! I hope you enjoy! 💙

It happened. Bachira found his monster.

He had someone who understood him: Isagi—his Isagi.

And he wanted to play soccer with him again.

"Isagi~" Bachira called, waving at him across the field. "Wanna train together?"

He wiped the sweat off his face, turning towards Bachira with a smile. He'd been practicing alone again to try and catch up to the others on his team. It helped, but it was nothing like training with Bachira. 

"Yeah. Let's play."

Grinning, Bachira ran towards him; he was already in his uniform. Isagi didn't realize the match had already started until Bachira lunged at him, trying to steal the ball. Isagi quickly maneuvered his feet, trying to avoid his teammate who was faster and seemed unconcerned with getting red-carded.

Isagi wasn't sure exactly what happened. Bachira was about to score, but in their skirmish, Isagi's hand had brushed against his side, making him giggle and startle. Somehow, whether it was tripping over his own feet or Isagi's, Bachira fell flat on his butt in the fake grass.

After scoring and barely restraining his laughter, Isagi held out a hand to help him back. He couldn't hide his amused smile as he asked, "What happened?"

Bachira laughed, but his smile was somewhat sheepish, and he couldn't quite meet Isagi's eyes. 

"I'm super ticklish, and you surprised me," He explained, his heartbeat quickening, as he took Isagi's hand and rose back to his feet.

"Oh, really?" 

Bachira nodded with a slightly too enthusiastic "Mhmm!" that made Isagi's smile widen. His heartbeat quickened as excitement flooded through Bachira's body. 

"So," Isagi paused. Bachira tried to hide his eagerness but knew it must not have worked from the glint in Isagi's eyes as he took a step closer. Then, his joy dissipated as Isagi continued speaking, "Wanna play again?"

It took Bachira a moment to process his dejection before he nodded, forcing another grin on his face. It was fine. He shouldn't have expected anything, anyway. He was lucky enough to get to play soccer with him.

So he smiled and practiced with Isagi—his monster until they were both exhausted and tried to ignore the odd disappointment gnawing at him.

—

It had been a really, really long time since Bachira had a friend. 

He had his mom and the monster, but it wasn't enough to relieve his unbearable loneliness. 

He was lucky to be at Blue Lock and become friends with Isagi and the rest of Team Z, but he didn't know if certain things were okay. 

Like tickling. 

Bachira liked it. It was something he had enjoyed on occasion with the friends he did have when he was younger or his mom when he was feeling especially playful. 

He had no idea how Isagi felt about it, but he missed it.

And he wanted it to happen again. With Isagi.

—

After training when Team Z was relaxing in their rooms and all throughout dinner, Bachira couldn't stop himself from staring at Isagi—wondering if his friend would ever act on the realization he'd made. It seemed more and more unlikely as the day went on, worsening Bachira's mood, though he hid it well behind his usual cheerful smile.

He wanted to sleep away his disappointment and completely forget about this miserable day, so he left their nightly training sessions early to go to bed. The room was empty when he arrived, but after taking a shower and changing, he was surprised to find Isagi there when he returned. 

"Hey," Isagi smiled at him, lightly patting the empty space next to him on his bed.

"Hey," Bachira grinned, discarding his towel on the floor, which he was sure someone would scold him for later, but he didn't care right now because his Isagi was waiting for him. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw you snuck out, so I did too," Isagi shrugged, bumping his knee against Bachira's. "You… seemed like you weren't in a great mood today."

Blinking at him, Bachira was stunned into silence. He didn't think it was obvious, but Isagi was perceptive. It was a little embarrassing to think about why he was even upset. Admittedly, it was still bothering him a little. 

"Um, I'm here… if you want to talk about it…"

Bachira breathed a sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. "It's stupid."

"I'll still listen."

It was moments like this where Bachira wished he wasn't so impulsive. But he was impatient and upset and he'd been waiting all day for something to happen. And if he didn't say anything, he knew it never would. 

"I want you to tickle me."

"Oh," Isagi remarked, looking more embarrassed than Bachira felt. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "You… do?"

"Yeah," Bachira said with a shrug as he tried to act nonchalant. "I think it's fun. And I was kinda sad when you didn't earlier."

"Oh."

Anxiety bloomed in his chest as he waited for Isagi to process what he told him. Bachira had never admitted it to anyone else before; he wondered if Issgi would think he was weird too.

A mischievous smile slowly spread across Isagi's face as he once again knocked against Bachira's knee with his own, leaning in closer. "If you're still sad… then I think I know how to cheer you up."

Bachira didn't bother hiding his tentative relief and excitement. "Yes please." 

His smile grew as he reached out, carefully squeezing Bachira's sides. "It looks like you're feeling better already!"

Squeaking and giggling cutely, he tried not to squirm away from Isagi's light, playful touch as his hands scribbled across Bachira's torso. He balled his own hands into fists, resisting the urge to fight back; he was enjoying it far too much for it to end so early.

"You're pretty ticklish, huh?" Isagi murmured, more to himself than Bachira as he experimentally prodded at ribs, earning delighted squeals from the other boy. He hoped he was doing it right. He didn't have much experience other than some tickle fights with his little sister and his friends when he was younger, but Bachira seemed to be enjoying himself. Really enjoying himself, actually. 

"Dohohon't sahahay thahahaht!" He protested, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"Why not? It's true."

"Ihihihihits embahaharrahahssihing!" 

Isagi shifted to his waist, squeezing and eliciting a soft, surprised gasp from Bachira. His giggles grew in fervor, and he couldn't stop himself from darting out his hands to grasp Isagi's wrists, stilling the wonderfully tortuous sensations. 

"Are you alright?" Isagi asked, concern clear as he searched Bachira's face for any sign of discomfort, worried he'd gone too far.

He nodded, still giggling. "Yeheheah, juhust gohohotta cahatch my breahath."

An instant relief filled Isagi as his smile returned, carefully brushing Bachira's messy hair out of his face. 

After he managed to calm his laughter, he looked up at Isagi with the brightest eyes and biggest smile Isagi had ever seen. It warmed his heart. "That last spot was so bad. I had no idea I was ticklish there!"

"Should I… not tickle you there?"

"No, it's fine! I was just surprised," He chimed, laughing softly.

Isagi paused, feeling heat rise to his face as he asked, "Do you want me to keep going?"

He didn't know how Bachira was so casually talking about this; it was way too embarrassing.

"Would you?" He breathed, staring at Isagi with big, hopeful, desperate puppy-dog eyes that Isagi couldn't imagine saying no to.

"Yeah, but…"

"But?" Bachira prompted, a hint of nervousness seeping into his voice, after Isagi had been silent for a long moment.

"Um, am—am I…" Isagi stuttered. His face was burning. "Am I… doing it right?" He asked, cringing at his own words.

His smile widened as he eagerly nodded. "Mhm! You're doing amazing. It's really, really fun."

Isagi nodded. He was glad but still unable to shake his embarrassment. Bachira laughed, poking his side to regain his attention. "Thank you—for checking."

"Yeah, of course," Isagi sighed, lightly scolding himself. It didn't have to be weird unless he made it weird. Bachira liked—no, loved this. If he didn't have to be self-conscious, then neither did Isagi.

"Now, should we see just how bad this is?" He taunted, hands resting on Bachira's waist.

He tingled with nervous excitement, a few loose giggles already coming out. Shifting his position, he sat on his hands so they wouldn't get in the way this time, took a deep breath, and bravely nodded.

Isagi was gentle, lightly dragging his fingers across his hips in a way that made Bachira gasp and jerk back with quiet, breathy giggles. The gentle tickling somehow was worse than before, making his skin prickle as Isagi's touch ran across and his instincts begged him to stop it, but he remained as still as he could manage.

Isagi had to hold back a laugh of his own. He couldn't help but enjoy watching Bachira tremble beneath him as he tried to hold himself back. Bachira's soft giggles and his wide smile filled Isagi with a surprising warmth. It was incredible to think of, that his squeezed-shut, crinkled eyes, failed attempts to control his squirming, and sheer joy, all of it was created by Isagi. He felt oddly special, being able to share this intimate moment with his friend. Maybe he could understand why Bachira liked this.

"Isahahagi!" Bachira cried, drawing him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?"

"It's sohoho bahad! Ihihits wohohorse lihihike thihis!"

"Is it? That's too bad," He teased, tweaking his waist and eliciting a squeal. Isagi did laugh then, overjoyed with the reaction, but he took pity on Bachira and moved spots, spidering his hand across his stomach to produce a steady stream of happy giggles.

"Thahahts behehetter. I lihihike thahahat."

"Good, cause I like hearing you laugh."

Bachira fell silent as his face reddened. He couldn't believe how flustering it actually was, let alone the fact that Isagi was teasing him. It was better than he ever could've imagined. Relishing in the sensations, he relaxed into the soft touch with sweet giggles. He felt so unbelievably giddy; it seemed unreal, as if he was dreaming. His heart was mushy, like he was absolute putty in Isagi's hands. 

He didn't know how long his elation lasted before he was breathless, teary-eyed, and couldn't take anymore. "Stahahahap," He giggled, reaching out to tug at Isagi's wrist.

He immediately did, rubbing soothing circles on Bachira's back as he caught his breath. "Do you feel okay?"

"Yeheheah," He breathed, joy bursting from every fiber of his being, "Thahanks."

After the laughter stopped, Isagi excused himself to get him water. Bachira hadn't noticed he left, too overwhelmed to realize until Isagi returned and a glass of water was pressed into his hand. He drank it quickly, murmuring a quick thank you as he stared at Isagi with intense, slightly-dazed eyes.

Once again, Isagi brushed Bachira's hair out of his face and bumped their knees together. "So. I guess that cheered you up?"

"Yeah," Bachira laughed, and because he had always been impulsive, he threw his arms around Isagi, pulling him into a tight hug, before he could talk himself out of it. Isagi blinked in surprise, stilling for a moment then quickly wrapping his own arms around Bachira. It was oddly comforting for both of them.

When Bachira finally pulled back, they settled into a comfortable silence, allowing them both to process what had happened. Bachira still couldn't believe it, and he wasn't sure what came next. Until he realized he'd missed something. Isagi had checked in on him more than once, but Bachira hadn't done the same.

Bachira leaned closer, intently staring at him. "Are you okay?"

Isagi raised his eyebrows, surprised but nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Do you need anything?"

He laughed, "No, but should we… talk about... what happened?" He asked, a faint blush returning. 

"Yeah! You know, you were really good at that, Isagi~"

"...Was I?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck again.

"You were," He smiled, remembering Isagi's earlier insecurities. "It was nice of you to check on me. And I liked the teasing. But you don't have to be so gentle next time."

His blush deepened. "Next time?" 

"There will be one, right?" 

"Yeah," He breathed.

"Good, and remember what I said, 'cause I won't be as gentle with you~" He teased with a mischievous smirk.

Isagi barely had time to react before Bachira dug his hands into his stomach, squeezing and scribbling and kneading to make Isagi double over, bursting into laughter. He whined with half-hearted complaints while Bachira teased him as he cackled, until he managed to latch onto Bachira's side, making him shriek too. 

—

Their tickle fight lasted until the door to Team Z's room opened and a visibly stunned Kunigami stared at them from the doorway. "What are you guys doing?"

Isagi and Bachira shared a look, and that was all it took for them to agree to gang up on him. As their other team members slowly poured in, they were all somehow roped into the tickle fight.

Afterwards, the team laid in their beds, all exhausted and some annoyed, but Isagi knew it was worth it for the joy on Bachira's face.

There would definitely be a next time.

[lee-lucius]

Loving Distractions

Summary: All Isagi wants is to finish his schoolwork and settle in for a relaxing night. Bachira has other plans.

Word Count: 1,086

I'm back with another Blue Lock fic! Sorry it took so long, but school starts again next week, and I'm a little frazzled trying to get all my summer assignments done 😅 But I should be posting more soon, and I hope you enjoy! 💙

"Isagi," Bachira whined, flopping down onto the couch, his feet propped on its arm and head worming its way onto his boyfriend's lap. "Are you done yet?"

He barely held back a sigh, bringing up a hand to massage his temple. "No, like I told you," he paused, glancing at the clock, "three minutes ago, it's going to take at least another hour."

"Can't you take a break?" Bachira pouted, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. It was harder to resist than Isagi wanted to admit.

"Not yet."

"Please?" He stole Isagi's hand from his head, interlocking their fingers and bringing it down to his mouth to press chaste kisses to his wrist.

Smiling despite himself, Isagi set down the pen in his other hand, smoothing out Bachira's bangs and kissing his forehead. He'd done a surprisingly good job at leaving Isagi alone to start working on his paper, but in the last hour or so, it seemed Bachira had run out of patience and couldn't help trying to distract his partner. Normally, Isagi wouldn't mind it, but the assignment was due tomorrow, and he didn't plan on pulling another all-nighter.

"I'll be done soon; I promise. But the more you interrupt me, the longer it'll take."

"But I need attention! I'm gonna die of boredom!" Bachira cried, dramatically posing with a hand draped over his forehead, still never releasing his hold of Isagi.

"I think you'll be fine."

"That's neglect, you know," his pout grew; pulling Isagi's arm closer, he clasped onto it with both of his, hugging it tightly to his chest. "Fine. You can keep working, but I'm staying here."

Isagi laughed, rolling his eyes at Bachira's antics, but it gave him an idea. If Bachira wouldn't move, then Isagi would have to make him. 

"Fine," he repeated, taking in their position. Bachira was half-sprawled on his lap, still looking up at him with pleading eyes and a sulky expression. Isagi would have to fix that. "I guess I can take a small break."

Bachira's pout was replaced by a wide, wobbly smile and his eyes shone with excitement, not from Isagi's words, but from his hand in Bachira's grasp that had begun tickling his neck.

With a noise of protest, Bachira squirmed, scrunching up his shoulders as a meager defense from Isagi's blunt nails that lightly grazed his skin.

"Hehehey!"

"Hey." He smirked, wrapping his other arm around Bachira's waist to dig into his stomach. "Are you still bored?"

Giggling sweetly, he shook his head, grip tightening on Isagi's arm. "Thihihis ihihisn't whahat I meahahant!"

He leaned closer, whispering in Bachira's ear, "Yeah, but you like it, don't you?"

Isagi chuckled at the bright blush blossoming on his boyfriend's face, unable to resist pecking his cheek.

"I dohon't knohohow whahat yohou meahahan," he managed between his growing laughter, something uncharacteristically shy in his tone. 

They both knew that Bachira loved it, and Isagi, admittedly, enjoyed it more than he thought most other people did, but there was always a hint of embarrassment that Isagi noticed whenever he teased Bachira about it. Every time, Isagi found it surprisingly adorable, and it only spurred him on.

"Really? Then maybe I should get back to work," he stilled his hands, pausing as Bachira fought to catch his breath. "Unless… you really don't want me to stop."

"Don't stop," he breathed, the plea falling from his mouth not even a second later, before he could realize what he was saying or let his embarrassment overcome his desire.

Isagi grinned, a laugh bubbling in his throat as he repositioned them so that Bachira was leaning against his chest, head resting on his shoulder and still inexplicably clutching Isagi's arm. Maybe he thought it would stop the tickling from getting worse or Isagi from returning to his essay—not that he would now; he was having far too much fun.

"I guess I can play for a little longer," he hummed, lightly trailing kisses down Bachira's neck, who giggled lightly, leaning into the touch. His free arm wrapped around Bachira's waist to support him and trailed upwards, pinching along his side.

It was a beautiful sight. Bachira's dual-colored hair fell around him in messy waves, almost obscuring his face as he just barely squirmed. His eyes were squeezed shut, but Isagi could imagine the gleeful shine he'd see in them if they weren't. A wide smile and the faint blush dusting his cheeks painted a picture of pure joy as precious giggles continued pouring out of him.

Isagi was enamored, to say the least. 

"You're adorable," he murmured, because he had never been very good with words, and he certainly didn't have the ones to describe how utterly infatuated he was with Bachira in this moment, and every moment, really. He could never explain how Bachira always challenged him, always pushed him to be better, always left him with an unshakable confidence because he knew that Bachira believed in him, or the way that his heart stuttered and his breath stopped whenever Isagi saw him laughing like this, the way he felt an unbelievable warmth in his chest that made him want it to never end, the way that he knew he'd never be happier than he was right now with the boy who had stolen his heart.

"Yohohou sahay thahahat evehehery tihihime!" Bachira smiled, peeping an eye open to stare at Isagi, and he knew he must have felt the same way.

"'Cause it's true," he smiled back, and he knew he'd never need to explain it. Because Bachira knew, he could feel Isagi's love for him in every action, every word, even if he'd never find the right ones.

Isagi stopped the tickling, wrapping his arm tighter around Bachira and pulling him in for a kiss. When it ended, Isagi was light-headed and giddier than before, wondering how he was lucky enough to end up with him.

Bachira was still giggling quietly, as he finally released Isagi's arm to envelop him in a hug. 

His smile growing, Isagi relaxed in the arms of his boyfriend, kissing his forehead again and pushing down any remaining concerns for his work to accept their usual Bachira-mandated post-tickles cuddling session.

It was his fault for letting his guard down.

"You're adorable too," Bachira cooed, and that was Isagi's only warning before Bachira dug his hands into his ribs, making him yelp and cackle.

His assignment long-forgotten, they enjoyed another night of love and laughter together, with many more to come.