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Home alone...
They were finally home alone. While Miyamura loved Hori's family, it was always a rare breath of fresh air when he visited her and it turned out they were going to be alone. Just the two of them.
Hori was merrily humming a melody he recognized from an anime commercial while she browsed through some movies, looking for one to watch.
"Hey, Miyamura?" she asked, not looking up from the bunch of probably very scary horror movies of which one was going to be their 'entertainment' of the day.
"Hmm?" He cocked his head.
"Miyamura... has it ever occurred to you that up until now we haven't been in any fight yet?"
Miyamura held his breath. "You're right," he said, and he thought for a moment. "That's a good thing, isn't it?" he asked. Hori nodded.
"It is. Although I would like to fight you."
Miyamura jumped up and yelped. "Eh?!"
This time Hori also looked up and she smiled at him. "Not a fist fight, don't worry! I just want to beat you sometime. What about a tickle fight? I'm sure I will win."
This did not help Miyamura calm down. "A tickle fight?!!" he shrieked. He recalled the few times Hori had tickled him successfully, and the fewer times when he would tickle her and make her giggle in the sweetest way. Just a couple of playful pokes, innocent tickles.
But a tickle fight?
"W-w-why would you think you can beat me? A-and why not just a pillow fight then?" Miyamura proposed.
"I could beat you because you're deadly ticklish, and also, pillow fights are boring. Souta likes those, so I don't," Hori said matter-of-factly. For a moment Miyamura could picture the hilarious image of Hori getting forced to participate in pillow fights with Souta, and becoming all violent. Heh, poor Souta.
"But!" Miyamura squeaked.
"What? Don't you want to prove me wrong? One tickle fight, just one? Winner gets to pick the movie!" she sang. Miyamura glared at her. She knew she was going to win and that she was going to pick the movie anyway. He sighed.
"Fine," he agreed, and he got up from the couch. Hori also got up and she stood in front of him. They stood in position as if they were going to wrestle, and Hori smirked. Miyamura gave a weak smile back.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Ready," Miyamura said, though he was not ready.
"Go!" In an instant, Hori pounced on him. Miyamura's legs were the first to fail him as he lost his balance and fell down immediately, then afterwards he wanted to curse his ticklish body because she indeed got his weak spots right away and all he could do was flop and flail.
"HOhohori-sahhaan! Wahahahah!"
"That was waaay to easy! Can't call that a fight, hmm?" Hori teased, attacking Miyamura's sides and ribs with her wiggling fingers. Miyamura shrieked and shook his head.
"Nohoho! I gihihive!" he squealed. He even kicked his legs, looking like a complete idiot.
"I GIVE ahahahah!" Hori looked disappointed as her fingers slowed down, and she sighed.
"Boring, Miyamura. You're no fun at all!" She sat back and Miyamura quickly gasped for air. He clenched his chest and coughed. Way too ticklish, so embarrassing. He watched Hori turn her back towards him, obviously pouting even when he couldn't see her face.
"Maybe a pillow fight then after all..." she mumbled very quietly. Miyamura couldn't help it but see his perfect chance. The way she was sitting, her gloomy attitude, she was never going to expect this.
He smirked, and suddenly pounced on her. "Miyamura?! Mahahaah hohohold ohohon!" Hori cackled when he immediately began his tickle attack on her.
"Got you now, Hori-san!" Miyamura panted, using all of his strength to pin her down and tickle her. Hori's squeals were delightful.
"MIYaahahmurahaha! T-thahahat's cheheheating! Wahahah!"
"Cheating, really? All is fair in love and war," Miyamura sang. He clawed at his girlfriend's lower sides and stomach, making her dance and flail in the cutest ways.
"Aahhahaah! You cahahan't! Whaahah!"
"Oh I think I can," Miyamura retaliated. Now that Hori had provoked him like this, he didn't feel shy to be a little more adventurous with the tickle spots. So he scribbled his fingers from her stomach all the way up her sides and ribs to test out her armpits.
Hori immediately screeched and wrapped her arms around herself, not that it could help her.
"HEehheeh! You're so mehehehean!"
Once tickled, Hori was pretty nerfed actually. Miyamura could feel how she only squirmed and struggled beneath him, her arms still pressed against herself in a weak attempt to block the tickle attack.
But when Miyamura tested another spot - her neck - she tried to cover up there, which gave Miyamura the chance to tickle her armpits again. A little move he liked to repeat at least three times until Hori wouldn't fall for it again, and she just howled helplessly as he tickled her neck.
"Miyaahahamura! Plehehease stohohop! Ahaahaha ehehehe-Izumehehehe!" she laughed hysterically. Woah. That was really great and adorable actually. Miyamura had never tickled Hori this much before in one go, and all smug and satisfied, he moved back and held out his hand to help her up.
"I'm not that bad as an opponent after all. Right?" he asked. The mistake he made right then? Underestimating his feisty girlfriend Hori. She barely took a second to catch her breath and grabbed his hand, then tugged with quite the surprising force, causing Miyamura to fall over.
"Hori-sa-wha!" Miyamura yelped, but it was too late. He was on his back, he had dropped his guard, aaand she was on top of him again.
"HOHOHO-Hohohori-sahahan! Gyahahaha!"
"Hohoho? What's wrong, santa? I thought you were winning the fight? Then why are you laughing so much?"
Hori?! Miyamura couldn't believe he thought he had tickled to death, but here she was with all her strength and energy and ohhhh, the terrifying determination to end him! Noooo!
"HAhhaahha! Nohoho thihis isn't - ahahaha! Wehehe- L-let's cahahall ihihit a drahahaw?!"
"What was that, Miyamura? I didn't hear you," Hori said, tickling his armpits like he had done to her. But worse. She didn't need clever tricks to make him bring up his arms. She just wriggled her fingers under there and managed to tickle him in a way that made Miyamura's entire body spasm.
Together with his screeching noises and the way he spasmed and arched his back, he reminded himself of a creepy girl from one of Hori's horror movies.
"HEHEHE! Hohohorehehehe! Plehehease!" he howled, but she was absolutely ruthless.
"Miyamura Miyamura, say, where else are you ticklish? Maybe, right here?"
Miyamura blushed like crazy when she suddenly pulled his shirt up so she could attack his bare stomach. The shriek that left his mouth was so embarrassing it would haunt him for the rest of his days, he was sure of it. .
"HEEEHH AAAHAHhAh!"
"And what about here?"
Miyamura banged his head like a madman - not his hips!
"EYAHahha! Not thehehere!"
"Then, here?!" Hori sang, digging his fingers into his inner thighs. Miyamura squealed again and, oh. What was that? His eyes widened.
A moan. A most horrifying, embarrassing and humiliating moan. Hori stared at him with wide eyes and a blush.
"It's because it tickled so much," Miyamura said with the little strength that was left in his voice. Ah, he sounded so pitchy.
Hori kept staring at him and nodded, still blushing.
"Alright," she said in a soft voice. She finally leaned back and Miyamura was free from tickle hell. He greedily caught his breath and sighed in relief.
"Miyamura," Hori said after they sat there for a minute or two in silence, both recovering.
"Y-yeah?" Miyamura asked.
"I won our first fight. The tickle fight," Hori said, and she looked at him with the cutest blush on her face.
"....But you won too. Because you're so cute," she said, pouting a little.
That didn't make any sense, but Miyamura couldn't help but feel all tingly and giddy as he saw the usually confident Hori blush and avoid his gaze in embarrassment. She was too cute.
Result of Miyamura not-but-kinda winning their first 'fight' was that he got to pick the movie after all. And to also satisfy his sweet flustered Hori? He picked a scary one. But just the one he thought looked the least scary of all!