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She was Nanami Momozono. Lady Nanami. Human God of Mikage Shrine. She really thought it sounded like she was a special girl. Then why... Why couldn’t she do something as simple as taking off a shirt properly?
“Tomoeeee!” Nanami whined. She cursed her decision to start wearing hairpins because she felt like looking cute in front of Tomoe for the festive season (Tomoe had a thing with... hairpins). However, these pins made it a hell for her to undress properly.
“Nanami!” Tomoe came rushing in as if she were in grave danger. Instead, Nanami lay miserably on her bed, arching her back as she tried to wriggle herself free. Somehow the ribbon of her shirt had magically grown into the hairpin - at least that was what it felt like - and she was stuck with her arms over her head in the most inconvenient way possible.
“What are you doing...?” Tomoe asked. Nanami was whining, while kicking her legs like an idiot.
“I was just changing out of my school uniform! Help me!” she cried. To her horror she could hear him chuckle.
“It does look quite difficult,” he said. Ah, so it was that time of the day? Mock Nanami Momozono time, huh? Even if she did deserve it, he didn’t need to be so teasy about it.
“Just help me please~?” she asked sweetly. She felt the bed move a little where Tomoe sat down beside her, and he started to fiddle with the shirt.
“Heh. You know,” he chuckled gently while trying to untangle her. “Today I overheard Mizuki and Kurama talking.”
“About what?” Nanami asked. Stuck inside her shirt, she couldn’t really see his expression. She had no idea if this was going to be fun talk, serious talk, mocking talk. Gossiping. She was ready to be surprised.
“They were talking about... tickling,” Tomoe said. Nanami tensed up. What.
“...I see,” Nanami said. She moved her arms a little, feeling very vulnerable in this position while this conversation topic came up, but this only made her whine in pain when her hair didn’t agree.
“Is it something you can tell me more about?” Tomoe asked. Nanami was dying. Why was he bringing this up now!
“Eh, well...” Tomoe finally managed to peel her shirt off the hairpin it got stuck on, and he moved it over her head, revealing her face. Nanami blushed to see the way Tomoe was smirking.
“It’s a thing,” she said nervously, squirming a little, but she realized Tomoe was slowly pinning her down.
“Hmm?” he hummed. Nanami tried to struggle free, but her lover seemed little cooperative to help her cover up again.
“W-where a person laughs.. if touched..?” she said in a pitchy voice. She still forever wondered why he would bring this up right now when she was in a position like this? The situation caught her so off-guard that she just simply responded to his odd question rather than protest or call him silly.
“That is a bad explanation. I might need you to demonstrate. Would it work on you? Do I touch you like this?” Tomoe brought his fingers to Nanami’s exposed sides and began to drag his long nails softly down Nanami’s side in a way that seemed ridiculously mean for someone who was acting like he was learning about tickling right now.
“T-Tomoehehee! No - not on mehehe! I’m not ticklish!” Nanami gasped. Bad at taking off shirts, and a bad liar also! Way to go Nanami! Obviously Tomoe did not buy her lies, and looked at her with a knowing grin.
“But I am touching you, and you are laughing. Seems like you were telling me the truth after all, about tickling. Hmm. I am intrigued,” he said, his nails scribbling lightly over Nanami’s sides and tummy. Nanami squealed and fought to remove the shirt completely off her arms, but she was still being clumsy, and being ticklish.
The fact that her upper half had nothing but her white tank top on, through which her pink bra with polka dots was completely visible, was also not helping her feel less flustered about any of this, at all.
“Tomoeeehehehe! Lehehet me go fihihirst! Ahahaha!” Nanami laughed. She was thankful when Tomoe was kind enough to finally remove her shirt completely, freeing her arms.
But Tomoe had to betray her gratitude by attacking her with merciless tickles under her arms, accepting a fair fight now that her arms were free to move as they pleased. Not that it helped her much. Nanami tried desperately to squeeze her arms down, but Tomoe knew magically well how to tickle her effectively with rapid scribbles, pokes and scratches.
“AHAHAhah! Tomoehehehe plehehea-Ahahaah! Wahahahait this ihihiisn’t fahahair!” Nanami shrieked. Tomoe was all over her. Was he wagging his tail? She wasn’t going to be surprised if he was.
“Hmhm I see I see. You appear to be very ticklish. You lied,” Tomoe told her matter-of-factly. Nanami shook her head and laughed hysterically.
“Ahahahand you ahahalso knehehew about tihihickling! You liehied ahahas wehehell!” Nanami protested. By now it was too obvious that Tomoe knew everything about tickling, being ticklish, and more. He just had found a reason to bring it up randomly! Tomoe made a face.
“I never said I didn’t know. I just asked you to explain. I might be a little offended that you never told me yourself how ticklish you are. I had to discover through Mizuki and Kurama. This angers me.”
Jealous Tomoe! Jealous, vengeful, tickle monster Tomoe!
“Ohohof c-couhourse I wouldn’t tehehell you ahahahaa!” Nanami cackled. Tomoe stopped tickling her abruptly and looked at her with innocent doggo eyes. His fingers rested against her ribs where he had been wiggling them like mad just seconds before, and Nanami greedily gasped for air.
“Why not?” Tomoe asked. Nanami sensed his serious emotions through all of this playing and teasing, and she giggled.
“W-well, a h-human girl just doesn’t tell anyone her tickle s-spots. You will need to f-find out yourself,” she panted smugly, and yes she made that all up on the spot to tease him back. Tomoe blinked.
“Oh so you wanted me to do this? It’s alright?” Tomoe asked, wiggling his fingers again, which Nanami felt very well instantly. She arched her back and pawed at Tomoe’s chest, giggling like crazy.
“Nohohot tehehellihing you ahahanymohohore! Stuhuhuupid Tomoehehehe!” Nanami laughed. She screeched when his fingers dove under her tank top to attack her bare sides and tummy.
“What did you say huh?!”
It was a little quarrel about nothing at all actually. Tomoe tickled Nanami as he pleased, Nanami laughed so much until she was hoarse and very embarrassed. And by the time she lay in Tomoe’s arms, catching her breath, she nuzzled Tomoe’s chest and smiled.
“S-so you knew about t-tickling because yokai also are ticklish?” Nanami brought out tiredly, still recovering from that relentless tickle attack. Tomoe shrugged.
“I don’t know. You might need to find out yourself as well. Why would I tell you?” Ah. He copied the same lame joke. Nanami smirked.
“I see,” she said. However the moment she reached out her hand to test if Tomoe was ticklish, he immediately caught her arm and flipped her under him again. This time he tickled her hips, squeezing and clawing without any mercy at all.
“WEEeehehehe nohohohoo!” Nanami shouted through the most hysterical [eals of laughter. Tomoe kept it up for like five minutes or so, teasing and taunting her while tickling her silly, until they were back in that peaceful position with Nanami resting against Tomoe’s chest.
“So. Want to try that again?” Tomoe asked. Nanami giggled shyly and buried her face in his chest, whining.
“Tomoeeee~!” she said. She would’ve tried again if she didn’t feel so tired and tingly, anticipating another tickle attack if she would try again - she knew Tomoe wasn’t bluffing.
Tomoe chuckled and caressed her hair lovingly. She felt how he found the hairpin that played a role in her embarrassing situation, and he fixed its position.
“I’m glad this happened today, Nanami. I haven’t met anyone this ticklish in... hundreds of years,” Tomoe said. Nanami blushed, and was ready to respond with any sassy remark, but she felt how Tomoe repositioned his hand on her waist, and she giggled shyly.
“Well, the honor is mine,” she finally said sarcastically, to which she did deserve one fond tickly squeeze, but also a kiss, with Tomoe lifting her chin and planting a tender kiss on her cheek. He then started to tickle her again, making her bark in the most uncharming way possible.
Well well, this guy had a new obsession and it showed.
“TOMOEHEHehe!” Nanami wailed. Yes, a new obsession, which she couldn’t dislike entirely. Because Tomoe tickling her so merrily, this eager look on his face as he sought after multiple tickle spots, and the way he expressed wonder and surprise whenever she gave a different reaction, she loved it so much it made her regret indeed not telling Tomoe about being ticklish herself.
Then again, having him discover it this way probably made it all ten times better!