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ticklygiggles · 11 months

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Cheerful people | Iura Shu & Yanagi Akane

A/N: Last commision from @wertzunge! Thank you so much for your kind, kind support, Max! As always, I had a lot of fun writing your fics and I hope you enjoyed them too! Thank you for being so patient with me! I hope you enjoy this fic and that you don't find them too ooc!

Summary: Iura invited his friends to a studying session that day, but why is Yanagi the only one there? While they wait for the others to arrived, they'll spend their time bonding!

This is totally platonic, but idk why everything I write seems romantic to me??? sjns

Gentle, polite, and mild-mannered boy, even while struggling with math problems and english literature, Yanagi Akane looked simply perfect, too handsome and breathtaking - and Iura couldn't help but want to mess with him, even though that way of thinking also made him feel a little bad... and kinda like some kind of molester.

It hasn’t been long since they started to be friends ‘officially’, and even though Yanagi still felt a little reluctant to call Iura by his given name, Iura couldn’t deny they have done some improvement and gotten closer to each other. He was well aware he could be a handful sometimes, but Yanagi seemed to accept him even with that very characteristic trade of his, and he even looked like he enjoyed being around Iura.

Or at least he liked to think so. They had been alone inside Iura’s room, studying for upcoming exams and, even though very focused on his studies, Yanagi didn’t seem to hate Iura’s company… Yet again, he was very good at hiding his real emotions and feelings, so could it be…?

A soft chuckle made Iura look up with a confused expression, his head tilting to the side like a curious bird when he found Yanagi hiding his mouth behind his hand, smiling humorously.

"You look a little constipated right now, Iura-kun, is everything alright?"

“Consti-!” Iura sighed, smiling awkwardly. “N-Now, I’m serious for once and you say I look constipated? So mean, Yanagi-kun,” he said, pouting for extra drama, and he was glad to see Yanagi chuckling again, shaking his head a little. “I just thought you looked a little funny. Could it be that you’re bored?”

It was a simple question: yes or no, but Iura sensed there was something behind that question, a second meaning. To him it sounded more like ‘could it be that you’re bored because I'm here with you?’, something like that, and of course that wasn't the case at all, on the contrary, wasn’t Iura just thinking about wanting to mess with Akane? Geez, he really sounded like a molester!

Iura whined, pressing his cheek against the cold wooden surface of the little table in his room. “Of course I’m bored. Don’t you get bored when you study?”

“Oh.” He was relieved, Iura could tell and he smiled, looking up at Yanagi expecting an answer. The other boy jumped a little and his cheeks tinted a bit pink.”A-Ah, of course I do… get bored, but it is something that we have to do, don’t you think?” He hummed, tapping his pencil against his open book. “I wonder when the others will arrive.”

Iura never thought he’d have his group of friends coming over to his house to study, but there he was expecting everyone with bags of chips and fresh beverages, however, Yanagi was the only one to arrive at their set time and he was not surprised at all. As soon as Yanagi excused himself and set foot inside Iura’s room, he started to study like a mad man, going through pages and pages of equations and English poems that had Iura’s head spinning. It was a little hot and Iura certainly didn’t feel like studying at the moment, couldn’t Yanagi and him bond a little before the rest arrived?

He stole a glance to Yanagi and found him with his nose buried into his book again and Iura couldn’t help but whine again, his legs kicking a little under the table, throwing a little tantrum like a kid. Yanagi looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What is wrong, Iura-kun?”

“Stop studying! Let’s have some fun while we wait for the rest! We’ll do plenty of study when they arrive!”

Iura pouted and Yanagi blinked a couple of times, looking down at his book, then at Iura, his book once again and then at Iura one more time before he spoke again.

“But… we can at least do homework, right? So we don’t have to do it la-

“No! That’s boring! We’ll do it later!”

Oh, his expression was so funny! Iura wanted to burst into laughter. Yanagi didn’t have any idea what to do or say! Iura couldn’t help but want to tease him some more, but what was Yanagi’s limit? He wouldn’t like to overstep it and make him feel bad in any way, not when he was finally opening up and being his true self around others. Besides, Iura was just playing around, he could easily put himself to study as well, but where was the fun in that?

“I-Iura-kun… listen, I am not against waiting for the others to study,” he said, trying to reason with Iura, “but if we do at least our homework, we’ll have more time to have fun, don’t you think?”

He sounded just like a parent, oh goodness, Iura really wanted to laugh! A parent trying to convince their little kid to stop throwing a tantrum over a candy in a store. Yanagi was hilarious! Maybe Iura could push this a little more?

He chuckled a little, “I think you need a little convincing, Yanagi-kun.”

“C-Convincement?”

“Yes! Maybe I should force you to stop studying and do homework?” Iura hummed in thought, tapping his chin with one of his fingers. “Ah! Maybe I could tickle you? That way you would definitely stop that pencil of yours!”

“T-Tickle me?!”

This time Iura couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Yanagi’s expression was one of pure horror, his cheeks turning pinker as he started to sweat a little.

Iura smirked, “oh? Are you very ticklish, Yanagi-kun?”

Yanagi gasped when Iura moved forward over the table to reach for him and before Iura could react, the other boy had sprung up on his feet and quickly moved away from his spot. Iura blinked and he looked at Yanagi, who had his hands raised in some kind of shield as his torso arched backwards. Iura blinked and as he looked up, he laughed and also stood on his own feet, his hands also raised, showing all ten fingers wiggling viciously.

“Oh, Yanagi-kun, you are very ticklish!” Iura said, taking a single step forward that made Yanagi take two back and away from him. “You shouldn’t have let me know!”

“I- I didn’t say anything! I’m just- I’m n-not ticklish! You just- ah! No, wait!”

And so, the chasing started and the two of them staggered every three steps, almost falling on top of the table or the bed. Iura was giggling like a kid and Yanagi let out little squeaks every time he felt the brush of a hand against his back, almost catching him.

“I-Iuhura-kun!”

Iura gasped, “are you giggling already, Yanagi-kun? Oh, you’ll be dead when I get my hands on you!”

Yanagi squeaked again, “y-you sohound like a peherv!"

“What?! Oh, now you’ll see- ah, wait, careful!” Iura wasn’t sure how, but Yanagi was suddenly slipping with God-knows-what and falling face first, thankfully, over the bed. Iura’s heart stopped for a second before he gasped and hurriedly neared the bed, placing a hand against Yanagi’s back. “Goodness, Yanagi-kun, are you alright?!”

“Y-Yes,” he said, a little breathless and with his cheeks pink. “That was scary, I thought- ah! N-no, nohohoho! Ahahahaha!”

“Aha!” After making sure he was alright, Iura had slowly darted his hands towards Yanagi’s sides, and in a single breath, he latched them to Yanagi’s body and started to squeeze, sending the boy into a fit of giggles as he squirmed on the bed. “Oh no, Yanagi-kun was distracted!” Iura taunted, giggling to himself.

Yanagi flushed to the tip of his ears and he tried to get himself up, but everytime he pulled his arms away from his sides, Iura would speed up his attack and the poor boy would collapse on the bed again, pressing his arms to his sides and giggling brightly.

Iura found all of this hilarious, seeing someone like Yanagi, as perfect as he always was, giggling and squirming around like this, was something only cool people like himself could see. He giggled and laughed at Yanagi’s reactions, Iura’s fingers squeezing at his waist, earning high-pitched giggles, then he clawed at his ribs, making Yanagi shriek as his giggles turned into cackles, and let's not even talk about how he reacted when Iura's fingers went up to the hollows of Yanagi’s armpits! Iura thought this was imagining all of this, but he certainly wasn't.

“AHAHAHA! Iuhuhurahaha-kuhuhun!” Yanagi laughed, trying to catch Iura’s hands now squeezing those muscles above his hips. “Thihis is unfahahair!”

“Well, I did tell you I was going to do it, didn’t I?” Iura said, laughing when Yanagi let out a desperate laugh as Iura vibrated his fingers against his hip bones. “How can you go around being this ticklish, Yanagi-kun?”

“I’m nohohot thihihis tihihicklish! Yohohu’re juhuhust- plehehease!”

“Ouch!” Iura whined when a heel suddenly connected with the middle of his spine. “Now now, Yanagi-kun, are you trying to hurt me?”

“N-Nohoho! Thihis is juhuhust a n-nahatural… r-reflex and- what, what are you do- NO! NAHAT THEHERE!”

Iura couldn’t help but throw his head back with a laugh when Yanagi let out an honest-to-God shriek when he felt nimble fingers skittering across one of his soles; going all the way under his sensitive toes and then going after his heel. Blunt nails scratching at the ball of his foot and then at his arch. Yanagi’s laughter had finally turned hysteric, he desperately pulled at his foot, but Iura had caught it in an ankle lock that prevented him from escaping, no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh, wow, did I find the spot, Yanagi-kun?” He teased, but wasn’t sure if Yanagi actually heard him, laughing as hard as he was, he could probably only hear himself. “Is this spot really bad?” He tried again, a little louder this time and he chuckled when Yanagi shrieked out a ‘yes’.

“IHIHIT IHIHIS! Plehehease, Iuhuhura-kuhuhun!” Yanagi laughed, kicking his free leg. “I’ll dihihihie!”

“Oh, you won’t,” Iura said, rolling his eyes with a big smile. “It’s just tickling, it’s not even that bad, is it?”

“IIHIHIT IHIHIS!” Yanagi said, curling his toes to stop Iura’s fingers from going under them. “I’m tihihicklish thehehere! Plehehease, stahahap!”

Iura laughed. “Ah! You’re finally asking me to stop! That is my clue then, hehe.”

With a last wiggle of his fingers under Yanagi’s toes, Iura finally stopped, letting go of the captive foot and laying on the bed beside Yanagi. The poor laughing boy was trying to catch his breath as residual tingles against his foot still had him giggling quietly. The sound was making Iura smile and he couldn’t help but break into laughter himself, making Yanagi laugh too, this time not from the tickling.

After a moment, they stopped, giggling and grinning at each other.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Iura asked with a bright smile and sparkling eyes.

Yanagi looked at him and he chuckled. “Yes. It was fun, Iura-kun.”

Iura nodded and he got up in one jump, lending his hand to Yanagi. “Well, I think the others will be here soon, so why don’t we- ack!”

Iura gasped when he found himself back on his bed, Yanagi grinning at him, making him feel somehow, nervous.

“What’s the matter, Yanagi-k-kuhuhun?! Nohoho! Nohohot mehehehe!” Iura giggled when he felt Yanagi’s fingers wiggling against his sides, tickling him.

“Oh, Shu-kun, I think we can still play while the others get here, don’t you think?” Yanagi teased, easily following Iura’s body as he squirmed. “Let’s keep having fun!”

Iura gasped, trying to catch Yanagi's hands, "how- hohohow did yohohuhu cahahalled mehehe- hohohold on! You sahahaid my nahaha- Ah! Nohohot thehehere!”

Yanagi had used his given name! Iura couldn't enjoy the moment as much as he wanted to, because Yanagi had found that particularly sensitive spot near his ribs and he was cackling like crazy. Oh, the others will get very jelous when Iura tell them about it... but perhaps, he could keep it in secret until Yanagi said his name again.

Ah, bonding with friends was the best! Even if that mean being tickled to hysterics, not that Iura minded anyway!

#horimiya #yanagi akane #iura shu #ticklish!Yanagi #and a bit of #ticklish!Iura #tickle fic #mia's things #mia's commisions

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tsuukirana · 2 years

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𝟎𝟏 | 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

Spending time with your boyfriend has never felt any sweeter than it before. This series is a continuation of an old headcanon from my previous blog, where the main character is in an established relationship with Yanagi Akane, and they are part of the student council alongside Ayasaki Remi and Sengoku Kakeru.

Back to 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒?

Explore 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓?

𝟏. 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄:

After asking for a few horror movies from Hori, you had decided that it would be a good idea to visit Yanagi’s house to watch them. You like to think that the man enjoyed watching films with you. . . just not horror, you suppose. The thought makes you laugh a bit. Regardless, you lean your head against his shoulder, listening to the sounds of his gentle breathing as the movie reaches its high.

You slowly inched your fingers alongside the side of his hand, nervously yet silently catching his attention. He looks to your side for a fleeting moment, a tinge of red smearing across the front of his cheek as his sharp inhale is masked by the loud noise of screaming.

Clearing his throat, he brings his hand to overlap yours, letting his fingers fill in the cracks of yours. He notes that you feel warm underneath his touch. As if he was surprised by his thoughts, he finds himself feeling the tinge of butterflies within his stomach, a sense that he found rather enjoyable. When it came to spending time with you, he enjoys the sensation of being by your side. Even when it gets uncomfortable or inconvenient holding hands in the busy streets, or trying to choose the right movie at night, he likes the littlest parts of you that no one else gets to see.

Parts that he finds oh so enjoyable to see. Memories of wiping away the small bits of whipped cream from your lips, the sight of your smile lighting up every room that you walk into. The mundane images of you wiping away at the chalkboard with a hop to your steps, the way your knees bend to the natural call of the wind, dancing away in your little song. His heart flutters in ways that you couldn’t comprehend, and yet despite its confusing nature, he loves you.

So he leans his head against yours, wrapping you close with a blanket as you bring yourself closer to him, your nose brushing against his chest. Your mind drifts off into the dark, comfortable abyss as your eyes fill with darkness. Yanagi brings his hand to comb through your slightly messy hair, letting you sleep in his presence, as he basks in your warmth.

𝟐. 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐌:

You never actually noticed how often he stared at the space on your forehead. At first, you thought it was a silent insult or cry that you had a big head, but a part of you thinks that perhaps there is more to it than what you originally thought. And as much as Hori wishes to convince you that it's your massive forehead, you beg to differ. With those bright pink eyes of his, how could he ever think of something bad of you? Right? He wouldn’t think anything about your forehead? It’s not big like Hori said. Someone isn’t going to carve your skull, right?! You swiftly brought your hand up to cover your exposed skin, feeling nervous and anxious about it.

Hori and Ayasaki laugh it off, teasing you for being so shy over something that you couldn’t change. Huffing your cheeks you turn away from them with a pout, not before rolling your eyes at them. Kouno only waves her hand to the side, trying to comfort you by saying that if you were to have a big forehead, Yanagi wouldn’t say or mind it whatsoever, and those thoughts leave you wondering if he wanted to say something about it.

The green-haired girl chuckles before opening one of her books to show you a scene, one that depicted two people, their foreheads touching each other with the main protagonist nervously closing her eyes. Kouno tells you that you can ask or gesture for Yanagi to give you one, but you squeal and push yourself off of your seat, having enough of this conversation.

Pressing your hands to your blushing cheeks you shake your head. Walking out of the classroom with the girls teasingly cheering you on you lightly slap yourself. There's no way you’re getting worked up over something so small! You’re part of the student council president after all! If anyone has a big forehead it's Ishikawa! Gritting your teeth, too focused on your thoughts, you accidentally bump into someone’s chest. You groan in response before profusely apologizing, your eyes looking up to see a familiar pink gaze.

“Akane. . .” You shyly back away from him, a string of apologies leaving your lips like an overflowing river. You bring your hand to cover your forehead as you turn away from his eyes, “S-Sorry for that, you’re not hurt or anything are you?”

He laughs, “Why would I get hurt? It wasn’t too bad, what got you riled up? Is it something I did?! W-Why are you covering your forehead? Did I hurt you instead?!” You awkwardly stared up at him with one hand to the side, your cheeks puffing up slightly as you pouted. You were the one supposed to apologize for bumping into him, but typical Yanagi fashion to start worrying about you instead. Fighting the blush that was creeping on your face you shake your head.

“A-Ah. . . then is there something wrong? Nothing happened to your forehead, right?” He raises his hand to press against the back of yours, your eyes widening in response as you felt him lean a bit closer. Calling his name softly you notice the way he would slowly peel your fingers away from the skin, letting a cool rush of his breath linger along the surface. Now you could feel the heat of your cheeks burning. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips press themselves against your forehead, a soft gesture that left you raising your head slowly, seeing a small glimpse of his smile as he leans against you.

“I heard that a kiss could heal wounds, did I do that?”

You did more than you would have thought, you said to yourself, sinking into his touch as he brings his arms around you. How silly it was for you to get so worked up over something like this. . .

#horimiya #horimiya x reader #yanagi #yanagi akane #yanagi x reader #yanagi akane x reader #x reader

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