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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years ago

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hey i am so sorry to ask this but my grandma died last week and my mom's been in a really bad place ever since, it's really hard for all of us right now - would you maybe write some hurt comfort tickles with lee tajima and ler hanai? headcanons are fine too, again i'm so sorry to bother you with this

TICKLES BELOW THE CUT

In honor of Natl. Tickle Day being a few days ago, I’m pushing this one up to the top !!

It’s been a while since you sent an ask, so I hope things are still well!

I truly hope that you are doing better now. Prayers are out to you and your family.

If you don’t mind, here’s one that I like to say when I hear the news of someone’s passing.

Eternal rest grant unto her, Oh Lord. May your perpetual light shine upon her and may she Rest In Peace.

CW BELOW THE CUT: Big big big sad. Probably my most hurtiest hurt/comfort ever. Tickles too! A sprinkle of forced toxic masculinity.

Don’tHold It In

Warning this is a tickle fic!

Ships: None

Warnings: tickles, sunshine boy is sad!

Prompt: A wise man once told Tajima to never let his emotions show. His tactics seemed to work, but Hanai can see through his fake smile.

Tags: T-fic taglist! @littlebbyleesfw, @cupcake-spice13, @0rodi0, @rachi-roo , @danibby, AND @myreygn I THINK YOUD LIKE THIS

‘Yuuichirou! Stop crying right now. Boys do not cry; you need to suck it up.’

8 year old Tajima never knew that that statement would end up being his downfall, eight more years down the road…

Every Nishiura member could attest that training was grueling, and every player was visibly frustrated.

Every player except for Tajima…

While the cleanup hitter was spacey and growing more tense by the second, he kept a smile on his face.

It was as if it was stuck there with tape.

“Oi, Tajima! What are you doing?? Get your damn head in the game!” Abe barked from behind his number 5.

Right, The scrimmage.

And Tajima’s up to bat.

Well, let’s do what he does best, bunts.

Unfortunately, when the ball came in contact with the turned bat, it became a pop-fly, and he was outed before he could even make it halfway to base.

Despite the totally embarrassing failure, the cleanup hitter joyfully trudged back to the dugout to remove his gear, passing Abe’s flaming eyes.

Good gods, that guy always made even practice games life or death.

When Tajima reached the, thankfully empty, dugout, he sunk down onto the bench and began to tug at the collar of his undershirt.

While it seemed to fit perfectly before, he can’t seem to breathe now…?

Doesn’t matter. He disappointed his catcher and his other teammates. He was useless out there.

The brunette blinked away his tears as he kept his features lifted.

‘Stop crying right now! Boys don’t show their emotions’

“You wanna tell me what the hell happened out there?” Abe’s agitated voice interrupted Tajima’s regaining of his composure.

“Mmm. I messed up!” He chirped, tugging harder at his collar, “Past is past. I tried my best, and I just screwed it up.”

“Stop playing with your shirt and take this serio-“

“Abe it’s okay. It’s been a rough practice! We’re all tired and pissed off, so I’m not taking it to heart.”

The catcher, now flabbergasted and significantly less angry, wordlessly took his gear off and left the dugout with a slam of the door.

Tajima slid down the wall with a choked exhale. Thank gods it’s all over now. He stared at the sky in a desperate attempt to keep his tears at bay.

As his collar seemed to somehow restrict his lungs even more, Hanai cleared his throat from the doorway to the restroom.

“Tajima… What’s going on man?”

So he wasn’t alone after all…

“Huh? I’m great! Nothing’s wrong!” The brunette didn’t even look down at his teammate.

“Well you can at least look at me…” Hanai mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I’m sorry….” The cleanup hitter looked down at his teammate, “I’m not trying to be distant.”

“It’s fine just-“ Hanai tried to understand, shaking his head, “What happened with Abe? He made a really insensitive comment to you.”

“Wh- insensitive? Nothing’s-“

“You tug at your collar when you panic, I know you.”

Tajima looked down to see he had been practically ripping his undershirt out from under his jersey. He sighed and hugged his knees, burying his head in between them.

“Im fine…“ Tajima whispered as his lips upturned into the smile he was trained to use. He wanted to look at Hanai, but couldn’t seem to move his head from between his knees.

Hanai sighed as he knelt down next to his exasperated teammate. “I don't think you're as okay as you insist that you are.”

The cleanup hitter finally looked up and met Hanai’s eyes.

His teammate, his best friend, his brother. The captain’s sympathetic eyes had finally gazed into Tajima’s glossy ones.

“Hey.” Hanai whispered as he smiled gently, “you don’t have to be so brave when you’re with me.”

Tajima’s eyes were suddenly flushed with tears, the first time in months he recalls. “Hanai…” he whispered

‘Don’t react until he needs you to’ the captain noted to himself, wanting nothing more than to tackle Tajima to the ground with a hug.

“I’m-” he whimpers quite softly, “I’m not okay…”

As his teammate crumbled before him, the captain was suddenly sitting on his calves and pulling the cleanup hitter into a gentle hug. He finally had the sign he needed. “It’s okay, it’s okay… shh… you’re alright, Tajima.”

Tajima let his head fall onto Hanai’s shoulder, and the latter immediately began to run his hand along the crown of it.

For a few heartbreaking minutes, Hanai gently rocked his teammate back and forth, whispered reassurances accompanying his tight embrace.

“You don’t understand how hard I try…” the brunette suddenly said with hiccups following, “I just want you guys to be proud of me, especially you and Abe.”

“Oh I’m always proud of you, Tajima. Please trust me.” Hanai noted, “I know how hard it is to be constantly seeking approval.”

“You’re-“

“I’m not just saying that. You are my role model, did you know that?”

The sides of Tajima’s lips twinged upward before they fell once more. He mumbled one small sentence that broke the captain’s heart.

“I just want to feel like… me again. Is that even possible anymore?”

"Tajima?” The captain suddenly asked with remorse lacing his voice, “How long has this been going on? I mean when was the last time you actually let yourself cry?"

“Dad always told me that boys aren’t supposed to cry…” the cleanup hitter replied, sounding a bit embarrassed.

“Well your dad is an idiot.” Hanai mumbled as he bit the inside of his cheek. “Oh. Sorry.”

The brown haired boy released a fond breath of air, a subsequent smile following.

“I heard that, you know,” the captain teased, “I’m not entirely great at the whole comforting thing, as you can clearly see… but maybe I could make you feel better in another way?”

“Y-yeah. I’d like that.”

The stuttered confirmation from his best friend was all that Hanai needed to begin his “feel better tactics”

The hand that was resting on the small of Tajima’s back began to lightly run its fingers up and down.

“I don’t wanna do too much. So, you just stop me when you need a break, okay?”

“Mhm.”

Hanai’s hands soon assumed their position at the brunette’s sides, squeezing gently and quickly.

With his head still buried in his best friend’s neck, Tajima couldn’t help the breathy giggles that escaped from him.

“Ahh there you go.” Hanai seemed pleased with himself, “Just let everything out!”

The squeezes became a little pressurized, causing involuntary jolts and little squeals to emit from Tajima’s figure.

“H-Hanai.” He mustered with an eye squeezed shut.

The squeezing ceased.

“W-wait-” oh now he was embarrassed, “I was just going to say that you could do more…”

Hanai took a turn to chuckle himself and brought his hands down to Tajima’s sides again, squeezing with much more gusto and delight.

The poor cleanup hitter dissolved into bubbly giggles once again.

“Better?”

“Behehehetter!”

“I’m glad.” The captain chirped, innocently returning to his duties.

The squeezes were rough, but still agonizingly slow.

“Hahahahahanahahai.” Tajima began to beg, falling backwards to lay flat on the floor, “plehehehease!”

“More? Again?” Hanai soon scouted a Cheshire grin, “if you insist buddy!”

With a sudden ruthlessness, Hanai moved his hands to pinch at parts of the latter’s stomach.

“How about now.”

Instead of verbal confirmation, Tajima throwing his hand over his eyes, and falling into heavier laughter, was all that Hanai needed to know he was doing okay.

“I think you’re doing great buddy.” The cleanup hitter’s ‘evil’ attacker piped up, “It’s okay to not be okay sometimes. I’m glad you let me help you.”

As if he wasn’t flushed before…! C’mon Hanai, read the room!

“Hahahanahahahai!”

“It’s alright to have an off day, we certainly aren’t blaming you for it.”

“mhmhmhm!”

“And one more thing, it’s totally okay to cry! It doesn’t make you any less ‘manly’ or whatever your dad was worried about. Okay?”

“Ohohokahahay!”

Hanai smiled and began to slowly walk his fingers up to Tajima’s ribs, sing-songing about how he was ‘coming for his worst spot’

The cleanup hitter chuckled in mad anticipation, his head turned, eyes squeezing shut, and his hands shooting up to grab his captain’s wrists.

“Oh? Now you want me to wait?”

“Wahahait! Dohohont!”

“No? Are you sure?”

“Yehehehes!”

“You super sure?”

“Gohohohods- yehehehes!”

“Hmph. Not convinced.”

Tajima swore his life flashed before his eyes as Hanai’s nimble fingers darted up to his ribs and began to tweak at each bone.

“HAHAHANAHAHAHAI! NOHOHOHO!”

“Hanai yes! You said you wanted me to make you feel better!”

“YEHEHEHES BUHUHUT-“

“No buts! Only tickles!“

“MMMMMMHH!! STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT!”

The captain smiled widely as his best friend crumbled beneath, but also greatly embraced, the tickly touches.

“Aww are my words getting to you? Can’t handle it? Or maybe you can’t handle the word ti-“

“AHAHA FIHIHIHINE! YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIN! IHIHIHIM BEHEHEHETTER!”

Hanai slowed his fingers to help Tajima re-center himself in the world. Breathy giggles escaped as his chest heaved, and eventually Hanai’s tickles came to a halt.

“How you doing now, man?”

“M-much better.” Tajima panted, sitting up and hugging his knees again, “Thank you.”

The captain beamed and ruffled his friend’s hair, “Anytime, kiddo.”

“Oye! Don’t call me kiddo! We’re the same age!”

“Yeah.” Hanai noted, prepped and ready to run, “but you’re about as tall as a middle schooler.”

Tajima gasped and an all familiar smile overtook his features, “YOU BASTARD!”

And so the chase was on. Hanai tried to run for his life around the outfield, but as Lady Luck betrayed him, Tajima was always their fastest runner.

Double unfortunate, now it was Hanai’s turn to “feel better.”

As the rest of their teammates spectated in confusion, the two best friends couldn’t focus on anyone but themselves.

Thanks, Hanai.

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intheticklecloset · 4 years ago

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Big Windup Coffee Shots #1-10

A collection of the Big Windup sentence starters/coffee shots I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Most are Mihashi/Abe centered.

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1) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

“Yes,” Abe said absentmindedly, then realized who he was talking to and quickly retracted. “I mean, no!”

Tajima smirked at him. “Well, which is it? Yes or no?”

“Y-Yes, but…” Abe hesitated. He glanced around the dugout. Everyone was staring at him. “I…I’d rather you didn’t—” Suddenly he felt someone grabbing his sides and ribs from behind, startling a laugh out of him before he could whirl around. He stared incredulously at the perpetrator. “M-Mihashi?!”

Mihashi looked both like he wanted to die and like he had just become the happiest person on Earth. “Y-You’re ticklish, too, Abe?”

“Obviously!” Abe snapped. He didn’t usually try to intimidate the poor kid, but he most certainly was now. “Don’t touch me like that again!”

Then someone else hooked their arms under his, immobilizing him in an instant. Abe recognized Tajima’s voice as he told Mihashi to “get him!”

The pitcher hesitated for only a moment, then seemed to muster up his courage and go for it, reaching for his sides and ribs again.

Abe brought a knee up to try and defend himself, but standing on one leg while he was being tickled just wasn’t happening, and he quickly realized his only option was to surrender at this point. He tried to hold back his giggles as he did his best to snap, “K-Knohohohock it ohohohoff!”

“Get him, Mihashi!” Tajima countered, chuckling into the catcher’s ear. “Go for his hips – I bet he’s really ticklish there!”

“Don’t!” Abe barely had time to cry out before Mihashi was blindly following instructions, hitting – as Tajima had guessed – one of his worst spots with unpracticed but effective tickles. The catcher finally gave up the fight and laughed freely, struggling in their cleanup batter’s grip. “Stohohohohohop! Mihahahahahashi, plehehehease!”

Mihashi’s face turned bright pink and he quickly backed away, having reached his bravery limit for the day. Tajima let Abe go, ruffling his hair. “You should laugh more, dude! It’s a nice sound.”

Abe couldn’t bear to make eye contact with his pitcher. He covered up his mouth with the palm of his hand, grinning into it. Dang it, Tajima…!

2) Switches Hanai and Tajima

Tajima had started a new game during his off-time in the dugout, and he was having a blast with it. It had started as an accident; he’d meant to poke Hanai to get his attention, but Hanai turned just as his finger pressed into his spine, and the movement of his turning made Tajima’s finger slide down a little, drawing a startled yip out of the center fielder.

It was obvious it had been ticklish, and now Tajima wanted to know how many of his other teammates shared that reaction.

Mihashi was obvious. He jumped and yelped as he did all the time. It was nothing unusual for him to react so strongly. The others, though? The others didn’t seem to even notice. Five his teammates only jumped from surprise, or sometimes didn’t jump at all. They’d just turn to look at him oddly, and the conversation would flow onward like it hadn’t happened.

The only other two who seemed to react like it had tickled (besides Hanai and Mihashi) were Sakaeguchi and Oki. Having finished his rounds, Tajima decided to return to where it all began, finding excuses to swipe a finger down Hanai’s back any chance he got, making him yelp and flush and sometimes even giggle. Tajima was always keeping Hanai on his toes, but the team captain decided it was just about time for the tables to be turned.

One afternoon during a practice game against a neighboring school, Hanai snuck up behind Tajima and swiped a finger down his back in retaliation. He wasn’t disappointed when the cleanup hitter whirled around, a wobbly smile on his lips.

Hanai smirked. “So it tickles you, too, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, so?”

“It seems to me like you were asking for someone to try this on you.”

“Was not.” Tajima shrugged. “It was an accident, but then I had fun with it, so I kept messing with you guys. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh. Well, since I’ve got you all wound up now, allow me to help you relax.” Hanai grabbed Tajima’s ribs and pressed his fingers in, drawing a squealing giggle from his smaller teammate.

“Hanai! Wahahait, I’m not tehehehense!”

“Yeah, but I’m having fun with it, so I’m just going to keep messing with you.” The center fielder couldn’t help but chuckle himself at the silliness of it all. “Serves you right for being so cocky all the time.”

“Hahahahahanai!” Tajima cried, but he was beaming, and neither of them made any move to put an end to their newfound fun.

3) Lee Mihashi, Ler Abe

“Mihashi,” Abe grumbled, “you’ve got to sleep.”

“I can’t,” Mihashi whined back, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I’m trying to. I’ve been lying awake this entire time.”

Abe frowned. He’d woken up in the middle of the night and rolled over to see Mihashi staring at the ceiling, looking exhausted but still wide awake. He propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at the pitcher. “This isn’t like the nights before Mihoshi. Why are you so worked up?”

“It’s just…t-this team we’re playing…they’re really good.”

“And?”

“So I’m n-nervous that they’ll hit all my pitches.”

“They won’t.” Abe sighed. “Don’t you trust me by now?”

Mihashi looked at him in surprise, wide-eyed. “Of course I do! I trust you, Abe.”

“Then go to sleep.”

“It’s…it’s not that simple. Not for me.”

Abe was getting tired of this conversation. He sighed heavily and rolled over so he was sitting on Mihashi’s legs, yanking his blanket down to get at his ribs and underarms, tickling lightly. “Then let’s make it simple.”

“Eeep!” Mihashi squeaked, first trying to push Abe’s hands away, then opting to cover his mouth with them to keep his laughter quiet for the others in the room. He wiggled and giggled, begging as softly as he could. “Nohohohohoho! Abe, stohohohohop!”

“Not until I tire you out so much you can’t help but fall asleep.” Despite himself, Abe smirked at Mihashi’s smiling face, worming his fingers into his underarms and wiggling deep. Mihashi nearly launched himself off his bedroll for how hard he spasmed, laughter pouring from him in waves. Still, he kept his mouth covered up, determined not to wake anyone else.

“Plehehehehease! It tihihihihickles, Abe!”

“That’s kind of the point.”

Abe kept it up, kept tickling for several minutes until Mihashi’s giggles grew so tired he could barely get them out. When he finally let up and helped cover his pitcher in his blanket once more, it took less than a minute for his anxious friend to finally begin snoring. Abe smirked, satisfied, and Mihashi slept through the night with a smile on his face.

4) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

The bases were loaded, there were two outs, it was the bottom of the fifth inning, and the score was tied. But no one in the dugout was paying attention to that. Well, except for the coach, of course. All the boys who weren’t out on the field were staring at Abe, who had just let out the loudest shriek any of them had ever heard.

The poor catcher was blushing, too, which only made everyone stare harder.

Tajima wiped mirthful tears from his eyes, having been sent into hysterics laughing over the sound Abe let free. “You’re really that ticklish, huh?” he teased, patting him on the back. “I’ll be sure to remember that next time your temper flares up, buddy.”

“Shut up!” Abe snapped, shoving him away and turning his eyes back to the game. He ran a hand through his hair in embarrassed frustration but seemed determined to not be bothered by the stares around him.

Gradually the other boys turned back to the game as well, but even when Izumi hit a ground ball to advance Oki to home plate and take the lead, Mihashi’s focus never left his catcher. He hovered behind him nervously, working up the courage to take action. He’d really liked that sound; he wanted to hear it again, but he didn’t want to make Abe mad at him.

Then again, Abe was mad at him a lot.

As everyone congratulated Oki upon his reentering the dugout, Mihashi climbed up to stand beside Abe and grabbed his ribs from behind just as Tajima had done a moment ago, and just as he’d hoped, another shriek ripped from the catcher’s throat, followed by him whirling on the pitcher.

“Mihashi!”

Mihashi flinched, but surprisingly hung on to his courage long enough to tickle Abe’s ribs from the front this time, pushing him against the railing, trapping him in place.

The catcher’s eyes went wide in the split second before he burst into laughter, feeling the heat of his blush on his cheeks and ears. “Mihahahahahahashi! Stohohohohohohohop! We’re in the mihihihihiddle of a gahahahahahame!”

But no one else seemed to mind the fun scene unfolding before them. The other boys smiled and laughed along with him as Mihashi kept it up, too addicted to the sound of Abe’s helpless giggles to show mercy now.

5) Lee Mihashi, Ler Abe

“Did you just lie to me?”

Mihashi froze, eyes wide. Abe glared at him. “N-N-No…”

“Shino’oka told me that she gave you three rice balls instead of two, like I asked.” The catcher’s voice was even, but his eyes were hard. “And then you ‘politely declined’ the third one.”

“I…I didn’t…w-want to have…more than the rest of the team,” Mihashi managed, doing his best to get the words out despite his fear he was about to get yelled at. “I d-didn’t know you a-a-asked her to give me t-three…”

Abe leaned in close to his face. “She said she told you and you still refused to eat it.”

Mihashi gulped, averting his eyes. “I d-didn’t want to b-be unfair to the others.”

“This isn’t about fair or unfair. It’s not like we’re in a war and these rations are critical. It’s an extra rice ball to help you regain the weight you keep losing. You can’t go below 50, Mihashi. You’re small enough as it is.” Abe sighed angrily, standing up to his full height. “You know what I have to do now that you not only refused the extra food – which I know you can eat – but then lied to me about it.”

The pitcher flinched, expecting Abe to start yelling. Instead he felt fingers in his ribs and he burst into surprised laughter before he could even think about trying to reign it in. “Ahahahahahaha! A-Abe?!”

“I can feel your ribs, dude. This is ridiculous,” Abe growled, tickling him even harder, fingers pressing into the grooves between his ribs, making him cackle hysterically despite himself. “You’ve got to eat more! The next time Shino’oka gives you extra food, eat it. No one is going to beat you up for it. We all know you need to gain the weight.”

Mihashi grabbed his wrists, trying to pry him off but far too weak to do so. “Plehehehehease, Abe! S-Stohohohohop, I’m r-reheheheally t-t-tihihihihihicklish!”

Somehow, hearing those words seemed to calm the catcher just a bit. He smiled a little, his voice softening. “Are you, now? Then you should have no problem remembering this lesson the next time you feel like ‘politely declining’ an extra serving.”

6) Lee Tajima, Ler Abe

“Ehehehehehehahaha! Ahahahahabe, why?!” Tajima squealed, barely able to hold himself up with one arm while the other reached across his torso to try and pry the catcher’s fingers from his lower ribs. Ten seconds ago he’d been doing sit-ups, and now his normally serious teammate had his legs trapped so he couldn’t even kick him away.

Abe allowed a tiny smirk. “I’ve kind of gotten used to doing this to Mihashi when he’s out of sorts. Which is a lot, to be fair. I didn’t really think about it, but I do think you need it.” He reached his other hand over now, leaning on Tajima’s shins to grab at his hips and squeeze.

Tajima giggled hysterically, his arm shaking from the effort to keep himself up, desperately trying to grab his tickler’s arms to try and ease the sensations even a little. “Stohohohohohohop! I d-dohohohohohon’t need you to t-tihihihihickle me!”

“Aren’t you the one always pushing us to tickle each other during games when we’re too worked up to focus?” Abe mused, sliding up to his lower ribs, pressing his thumbs into the place where they met his belly. “Do you ever consider that the tables could be turned on you at any time?”

“Of cohohohohohohourse! But we’re nohohohohot plahahahahahaying a gahahame right now!” Tajima finally gave up on trying to stay upright in favor of using both hands to try and grab Abe’s wrists to stop him. “Quihihihihihit it! Ahahahahahabe!”

The catcher quirked a brow, more and more curious the longer this went on. Tajima had to have a spot…right? Everyone did. “Nah, you know what? I’m having too much fun to stop now. I want to find your spot first.”

Tajima’s eyes flew wide open and he suddenly looked both panicked and elated, his giggles bubbling out of him faster than before. Encouraged, Abe smiled at him, hands flying everywhere he could reach, searching for the place that would make their confident cleanup hitter a mess of begging laughter.

Dang it, how did I get roped into this silliness with the rest of the guys? Abe thought, but he didn’t let it stop him. To Tajima he smirked and said, “All right, then. Where’s your tickle spot…?”

7) Lee Abe, Ler Tajima

“I think I’m stuck…” Abe muttered, his head and arms still trapped in his too-small undershirt.

Tajima rolled his eyes. “Dude, you knew it was too small when you put it on, and you’ve been suffocating in it all day. Why not just cut it off?”

“Because it’s still a perfectly good shirt. It just doesn’t fit.” Abe sighed. “Someone else can wear it. Can you just get me out?”

The cleanup hitter smirked. He knew he’d never have a more perfect opportunity than this, and he was definitely going to pounce on it while he could. His only regret was that Mihashi wasn’t around to see what was about to happen. Maybe it would help his nerves to see his catcher in stitches.

“Hold still,” Tajima instructed seconds before plunging his fingers into Abe’s sides.

“AIEEE!!” Abe squealed, jerking so hard he lost his footing. Tajima caught him before he fell completely, resuming tickling once he was safe from tumbling to the ground. Abe squirmed, his arms flailing within the small shirt but unable to come down to protect himself. “Stahahahahahahahap! Tajima – gehehehet me out!”

“Let’s count your ribs first,” his mischievous teammate suggested. “That shirt was so tight on you I think one of them might have broken. We can’t have that!”

“My rihihihihihibs are FIHIHIHIHIHINE!!” Abe lost his footing again, this time falling backwards in to Tajima’s waiting arms, and the cleanup hitter wrapped his arms around him in a hug, pressing his fingers deliberately into the grooves of his ribcage. “TAHAHAHAHAJIMA!!”

Tajima ignored his hysterical pleas, counting each set of ribs as he worked his way up to the catcher’s underarms, grinning like the Cheshire cat all the while. Unfortunately for him, once he reached the top of his ribcage and scribbled into Abe’s armpits, his laughter died down, replaced with gasps for air. “Aww, you’re not ticklish here?”

“N-No,” Abe replied breathlessly, trying to twist away. “Quit messing around and get me out of heeeeEEEERE!! NAHAHAHAHAHA TAJIMA!!” The catcher cackled so hard his laughter went silent, his knees wobbling in an effort to stay upright.

“Ooh, good spot, huh?” Tajima teased, wiggling his fingers into Abe’s lower belly, right above his waistline. “If only Mihashi could be here to see this. Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Abe shrieked with renewed hysterics, struggling against his teammate. “PLEHEHEHEASE!! NO MOHOHOHORE TIHIHICKLING!! JUST GEHEHEHET ME OUT OF HEHEHEHERE!!”

Eventually Tajima let him go, but only after another few minutes of making Abe laugh himself silly.

8) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

“Hey, Mihashi,” Abe said, coming up behind the pitcher. He’d tried to keep his voice gentle so as not to startle him, but it didn’t seem to do any good, because Mihashi jumped anyway.

“Y-Yeah, Abe?”

The catcher held up a bottle of sunscreen. “This might be a little weird but…everyone else is already in the water and I…kind of need help.”

Mihashi glanced at the bottle, then at Abe, then at the ocean where the rest of the team had already begun swimming. Suddenly it clicked. “Oh! Y-You’re not…going in the water, too?”

“Nah, not for a while. I’d like to just chill for a little while on the beach.” Abe jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “But we didn’t bring umbrellas, so I need to have sunscreen on. I’ve taken care of everything else, but I can’t protect my back on my own.”

“I can do it for you,” Mihashi said, picking up on what his catcher was subtly asking. He reached for the bottle, and Abe handed it to him, turning around.

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

Mihashi remained quiet as he uncapped the bottle, squirted some lotion into his hand, and reached for Abe’s back. He hesitated for only a second before pushing through his nerves and beginning to apply the sunscreen, starting from his shoulders and working his way down.

Once he reached the space between Abe’s shoulder blades, however, Abe jerked and let out a noise that made Mihashi freeze in his tracks. “I’m s-sorry, did I – did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, I—”

“Relax, man.” Abe gave him a look that almost seemed…embarrassed? “I’m just ticklish there. I’ll hold still this time, I promise. Just don’t linger, okay?”

“O-Okay.” Mihashi blinked at him. Ticklish? He squirted out more sunscreen and started over, doing his best to be quick about covering his friend’s back with the protective lotion. Abe did stay still as he promised, but he continued to let out little noises and giggles here and there, even squealing once. By the time it was over, the pitcher wasn’t even thinking about it anymore, and he reached his hands around to grab onto Abe’s bare sides, squeezing hard.

“He-eeey!” Abe cried, giggling harder, wrenching himself away and whirling back around to shoot him a half-managed glare. He snatched the bottle back. “You done?”

“Y-Yeah…s-sorry, Abe, I just couldn’t—”

“Couldn’t help yourself. I know, I know.” The catcher ran a hand through his hair, though from frustration or lingering embarrassment Mihashi couldn’t tell. “I’m going to go lie down, unless you need sunscreen, too?”

Mihashi shook his head. “I’m…I’m going in the ocean now.”

“Okay. Have fun.”

Abe took off at a brisk pace to where he’d laid his towel on the sand, and Mihashi didn’t even realize at first that he was smiling after him.

I’m already having fun, he thought, then hurried to the water to where Tajima and the others were waving at him.

9) Lee Hanai, Ler Tajima

“If I catch you, I’m going to tickle you,” Tajima said seriously, staring Hanai down with a determined glare.

Hanai jumped, eyes widening. “You…you what?”

“You heard me.” Tajima smirked, putting his hands on his hips. “You challenged me to a race, but we both know I’m faster than you. I’ll let you get a head start, but if I catch you, I’ll tickle you. That should be good motivation for you to own up to your smart mouth, right?”

Hanai just stared at him. He hadn’t considered it a ‘smart mouth’ when he declared he could finally beat Tajima at something, but seeing him like this now made him hesitate a little. “Look, we don’t have to race…”

“Nope! Too late for that!” Tajima made a shooing motion. “Go on. I’ll give you a five second head start. Then I’m coming after you. And if I catch you…”

Hanai turned on his heel and sprinted for the opposite end of the field, heart already racing. What had he done? What had he gotten himself into? What was he thinking, challenging Tajima to anything?

Despite his five second head start, when Hanai dared to glance back Tajima was very nearly barreling for him, and one terrified shriek later the center fielder suddenly found himself face-first in the grass in his own territory, a weight settling on his back.

“Wait! Wahahahahahahait!” Hanai pleaded, bursting into giggles the instant he felt fingers in his sides. He spasmed, trying to roll over or kick his legs or something to get Tajima off of him, but nothing could move the immovable cleanup hitter, and soon the taller boy was shrieking with helpless giggles and pleading for mercy. “Tahahahahajima! Stohohohohohop! Plehehehehehease, you wihihihin!”

Tajima just giggled along with him. “I know. I just really wanted to tickle you, and this was a good excuse. Thanks for helping me out, Hanai!”

Hanai groaned through his laughter. Seriously, what had he been thinking, challenging Tajima to anything?!

10) Lee Abe, Ler Mihashi

“Pfffthahahaha – M-Mihahahashi, I – I – ehehehehehehehe!” Abe giggled, sputtering and tripping over his words with embarrassing squeals that made him blush even harder. He fisted his hands into his hair, kicking his legs, using every ounce of strength he had to not stop his pitcher.

Mihashi, for his part, didn’t even realize he was smiling at Abe as he tickled gently, squeezing his sides and skittering over his ribs. He’d never once gotten to be the one to make the catcher smile and laugh like this, and he was enjoying every second of it while he could.

“Mihahahahahashi!” Abe squealed, bringing his arms down instinctively as he trailed downward to his belly. He clutched his fists by his head, trying to hold firm. It had taken everything in him to admit to Mihashi that he wanted to be on the receiving end this time, and he knew it was taking everything in his friend to reverse his role, as well. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by protesting or actively stopping him. Not when they were less than a minute in.

“Are you o-okay?” Mihashi asked, slowing a little.

Abe was instantly desperate for more. He nodded emphatically. “Yes, I’m fine! Keep g-gohohohohoing – AGH, NO!!” The catcher spasmed, hands flying down to grab Mihashi’s arms, stilling the both of them.

“I’m sorry! I can stop—”

“No!” Abe cried, clutching him harder, making sure he didn’t move. “It’s okay, it’s just…just a reflex, I swear. I’m really…really ticklish there.” The catcher’s face was red as a cherry at this point. “Please. I want to try.”

Mihashi gulped nervously, then pressed his thumbs back into his friend’s lower belly, kneading gently, lighting up when Abe tossed his head back with laughter, kicking even harder than before. After a moment, the pitcher decided for both of their safety he’d better straddle him, so that’s what he did.

Abe’s laughter grew even louder and his eyes widened in surprise. “MIHAHAHAHASHI?!”

“Y-You said you wanted to try,” Mihashi said, switching from using only his thumbs to using all ten of his fingers to tickle Abe’s weak spot, and the catcher gripped his arms even harder as his laughter turned boisterous. “And…well…I do too, Abe.”

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