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“Move over, I’ll chop them.” Noiz bumped Aoba away from the cutting board, carelessly pulling the knife from his hand as he went.
“Noiz! Don’t just snatch knives out of my hands! You’re gonna cut yourself!” Despite the warning, as punishment, he poked Noiz’s sides. The man jolted violently, dropping the knife onto the counter, and Aoba jolted in turn.
“…Noiz?”
“Why’d you do that!?” He sounded really angry, his voice shaking, and Aoba took a step back.
“I just wanted to—” He paused midsentence, realizing something. “Are you… laughing?” As if in response, Noiz started laughing louder, grabbing at his sides.
“You—you just—” Noiz turned towards Aoba and tried to speak, but he couldn’t get the words out. A wide grin appeared on Aoba’s face.
“Noiz, are you ticklish?” Noiz shook his head, still laughing. “You’re lying! You have to be ticklish! You haven’t been able to feel anything your entire life… I bet your skin is really sensitive…!” Aoba raised his hands, fingers wiggling in anticipation. “C’mere Noiz~”
Noiz tried to step past him and get to safety, but Aoba caught him mid-step, mercilessly tickling anything he could reach. The blond man yelped, laughing and convulsing while still trying to get away. Aoba was obviously enjoying himself, laughing quite a bit at the rare opportunity of seeing Noiz react so strongly.
He finally stopped when Noiz dropped to the floor, laughing too hard to keep his legs under him. Aoba crouched down in front of him, head resting on his hand as he admired the flushed face and the tears in the corners of his eyes.
“You really are ticklish!” He exclaimed. One of Noiz’s eyes peeked open.
“I’ll—I’ll get… revenge la-ater!” He gasped out. Aoba grinned at him.
“Bring it on, kid.”