#ty lee would be the love hashira

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HELLO DUCKY HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! could i req a box decorated with painted hearts, with white chocolate marbled with milk chocolate(ler Mitsuri and lee Obanai), all square shape, with peppermint and strawberry jam. ty in advance!

oh this?

This sounds beautiful

I will be starting right away

Thanks for the order!!!!

CW BELOW THE CUT: this do be a tickle fic so like if that’s not your shit, kindly scroll past ❤️🐸

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

As a hashira, there’s no guarantee for a person’s safety. No one is guaranteed to come home from their missions, and no one is certainly promised to survive a battle with a demon. As used to it as he was, this unspoken fact is the reason for poor Obanai’s lack of sleep.

The sudden appearances of the Upper Moons meant that more and more of his teammates would leave the mansion frequently. He’d never tell anyone, but it absolutely ate him up inside that he had no contact with the ones he practically calls family.

With heavily lidded eyes, dark gray insomnia lines painted under them, Iguro waited anxiously for Mitsuri to return from her mission. It was a basic one, but good gods anything could happen and-

“Obanai?”

Perking his head up from the tree trunk it rested on, only calming when he saw the love hashira’s signature pink hair. “Welcome home.” He murmured, rubbing his eyes.

“Obanai, why are you awake?“ Mitsuri asked, sitting beside him and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Not important,” the black-haired hashira replied, pulling her into a sleepy hug. “Im just glad you’re home safe.”

The girl chuckled gently, returning the hug. “You haven’t slept a wink in days, have you?”

“Mm-mn.” Obanai whispered, leaning into her shoulder.

His sleepiness caused him to abandon all of his rational thoughts. “I couldn’t fall asleep knowing you were out there all alone. I was worried if I fell asleep something bad would happen to you.” He murmured, head limply resting on her shoulder.

“Im here, and I’m safe now. Thank you for caring so much about me, Iguro.”

Usage of the snake hashira’s first name caused him to flush slightly. He buried his head in Mitsuri’s neck as his embarrassment grew.

“Awww you’re so precious” the love hashira cooed, “Are you blushing, Iguro?”

“Don’ call me that.” He whined.

Mitsuri chuckled as she stood up, slowly. “Let’s go inside and go to bed.��

The two hashira walked inside the mansion to their bedrooms.

When he tried to settle down and sleep, Obanai found it impossible to do so. He was so worried that another hashira may be sent on a dangerous mission and he wouldn’t even know that they were gone.

So, he swallowed his pride and knocked on Mitsuri’s door.

The love hashira was still awake as well, unpacking her things that she had brought along on her journey. “You can’t sleep, can you?” she asked, placing an extra haori in her closet.

Iguro shook his head. Though bandaged, the pout on his face unmissable.

“You can stay with me for tonight. Go grab your things.” As Mitsuri finished packing her bag, the serpent hashira did just that.

Mitsuri couldn’t help but gush over how truly precious a sleepy Obanai was. His movements were slow, words few, and overall just adorable.

When he arrived once more, Iguro placed his futon on the floor and laid down. When he closed his eyes, he felt nothing but burning insomnia. He just couldn’t stop his worries.

“Iguro, can I try something that always works on little Tanjiro?” the pink-haired hashira asked softly, resting her hand on her teammate’s hip.

“Normally I’d say no to anything involving Tanjiro, but as you said I haven’t slept decently in days. So, be my guest.” Obanai replied like his usual self.

“Okay, I’ll be very gentle.” She replied, letting her fingers prod softly at the black-haired hashira’s stomach.

Oh… that. Well, if it works on Tanjiro, he might as well try. Sleepy giggles emitted lowly out of his lips as Mitsuri continued to prod around the area. “Do you feel tired yet?” She asked

“No.”

After examining the male’s state, and taking some educated guesses, the love hashira deduced that Obanai had to be more ticklish elsewhere. Her hands moved downward to gently squeeze at his hips. Though his laughter slightly increased, it didn’t seem to be his most ticklish spot.

“Mihihitsuhuhurihihi. Whahahat ahahare yohohou dohohoing?” He asked as she gently traced circles into his sides. “Thahahats awfuhuhuhul.”

Her playful side couldn’t help but emerge, “What? You mean… this?” She asked before squeezing at aforementioned spot.

“HNGH- Yehehehes!” Obanai whined as he squirmed a little under the touch.

“Awww. That’s too bad, Tanjiro lasts much longer.”

The hashira’s face warmed up. Whether it be from the teasing comment, or the sudden shift from Mitsuri to prod at his rib bones, the world would never know.

“Wahahahait! Mihihihitsuhuhurihihi!” He whined, “Thahahahat tihihihicklehehes! Bahahahad!”

“Oh good! This should tire you out quickly then!”

The serpent hashira threw his head back and covered his eyes with his hands. Perhaps if he couldn’t see it, it would go away… right?

Wrong.

It actually increased tenfold when Mitsuri teased him for hiding from her. She suddenly changed her prodding to firm squeezes, and after about five of them, Obanai’s hands shot down and grabbed her own.

The love hashira stopped her “assistance” and chuckled as she leaned close to her teammate’s side. “I’m home safe, Iguro. It’s okay to rest.” She whispered as she ran her fingers through his tousled black hair.

And within minutes, she smiled softly as Obanai finally got the rest he needed.

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

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