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Hello there! I wanted to get an ask in for your 100 followers event before the time ran out!

Silly headcannon: Kokushibou does not fight back at all if he's being tickled, and whenever questioned about it, he gets a little flustered!

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Much love 🥰

i love this hc!!! koku strikes me as the type to just take it like a champ so this is perfect!! i chose akaza and douma as the lers so enjoy some upper moon trio chaos!😆

Akaza’s jaw fell open as he listened to Douma’s comment. No way in hell does Kokushibo not fight back when he’s being tickled. There’s absolutely no way that’s true! Shaking his head, Akaza glared at the taller demon and turned on his heels.

“Yeah right!” he scoffed. “I don’t believe you one bit!”

“Come on, Akaza dono!~” Douma sang, turning Akaza around. “This can be your one chance to bring the mighty Kokushibo to his knees! Wouldn’t it be nice to make him beg for mercy?”

Akaza tapped his chin and hummed in consideration. It did sound very nice to make the strongest of them all laugh hysterically and beg for mercy. However, considering how many times Akaza’s been tickled, it wouldn’t be worth the risk.

“Tempting but nah. I don’t wanna get tickled…” Akaza grumbled, walking off.

“I’ll help youuuu!~”

Turning around, Douma winked and Akaza was immediately in even though he felt as if Douma would stab him in the back later.

The two wandered through the Infinity Castle in search for their victim. Along the way, they passed Rui and Enmu picking on Kaigaku, Daki trying her best to brush Gyutaro’s matted hair and Nakime gossiping with Hantengu and Gyokko. Finally after a “long walk” according to Douma, they reached Kokushibo’s room and entered without knocking much to Akaza’s annoyance.

Kokushibo sat in the middle of the room, unmoving. The two continued walking over but didn’t hear Kokushibo’s low voice utter a sound.

“Is he even awake?” Akaza asked.

“Oh sure! He just likes to meditate. Watch! SURPRISE KOKUSHIBO DONOOOO!!!”

Akaza’s jaw dropped as Douma flew himself onto Kokushibo with a battle cry and a running leap. There was a startled squeak and the sound of bodies colliding with the wood floor, Kokushibo and Douma both letting out simultaneous grunts as they landed on one another.

“You are so fucking smart, Douma…” Akaza grumbled, watching as the two stayed sprawled on the floor for a few seconds.

Before Kokushibo could scold Douma for disrupting his peaceful meditation, he began to laugh as Douma successfully caught him off guard, tickling his armpits. There was a few seconds of flailing feet and hands shooting back to grab Douma’s but after a few seconds, Kokushibo stopped fighting. Akaza was amazed that Kokushibo preferred to try and clams his arms tightly to his sides and protect his ticklish spots rather than fight back.

“D-Dohohouma!! Whahat are you doing?!?” Kokushibo giggled, his feet kicking behind him. “Rehehelease mehehe at ohohonce!”

“Come on, Akaza!! He won’t fight back! Get his hips!” Douma urged, rolling Kokushibo onto his back and sitting on his arms. All of Kokushibo’s pleas fell on deaf ears.

“A-alright…I guess…” Akaza muttered, sitting himself on Kokushibo’s thighs. “Please don’t cut my head off…”

After a few seconds of tickling Kokushibo’s hips, Akaza found tickling his superior to be rather fun. At this point, Kokushibo was just drumming his feet on the floor, laughing quite hard as the tickle attack continued.

“Ha! It’s your hips!~” Akaza whispered in a low tone, grinning evilly as he rubbed this thumbs against the knob of bone. “Wow! That got your laughter to rise in volume and pitch!”

Smiling, Akaza grew bold, untucking Kokushibo’s kimono to gently drag his fingernails along his bare sides before his thumbs went back to drilling into his hips. Douma let his fingers slide up Kokushibo’s forearms and under his sleeves, more laughter being produced.

“These are his most ticklish spots but his feet are the worst! Should we get them, Akaza dono?~” Douma contemplated aloud, giggling as Kokushibo growled.

“T-thihis is uhuhunproffehehessional!!!” Kokushibo scolded, unable to sound serious. “I-Ihihi’m y-your suhuhupeheherior!!”

“So? We don’t care!” Douma teased, now ceasing all the tickling. “How come you’re telling us this is unprofessional yet you aren’t fighting back?”

Akaza paused his tickling and smirked. “Yeah, why are you so compliant with this? Do you like it?”

Douma and Akaza laughed as they watched Kokushibo shake his head and sputter for a few seconds before attempting to shove Douma off of him. Fueled by the desire to hear Kokushibo’s honestly opinion, Douma gently tickled Kokushibo’s neck while Akaza continued squeezing Kokushibo’s hips.

“THIS IS DIHIHISRESPEHEHECTFUL!! HAHAHA!! OKAHAHAY!! OKAY!! AHAHAHA YOU WIN!! AHAHAKAZA!! DOUMA!!”

There was still no fighting and all Kokushibo did was laugh, plead for them to give him a break and attempt to scold them. Deciding to have mercy on their superior, both demons stopped, Akaza patting Kokushibo’s stomach as he settled down.

“So,” Akaza began. “How was that?”

“I-ihihit was okay…” Kokushibo replied, still giggly.

“Can you answer the question?” Douma asked. “Do you perhaps enjoy being tickled?”

“I-I guess i-it’s okay…” he grumbled, his cheeks bright pink. “However…”

“Wait…” Douma squeaked, suddenly flipping onto his back. “Ouch!!”

“NOOOHOHO!!!” Akaza shrieked, being dragged next to Douma.

“It’s your turn now!~”