When you first lunged for his sides, it was an act of revenge. Revenge against last evening, specifically, when Ojiro thought it would be hilarious to grab your waist. Your waist, which was very, very sensitive and therefore, very ticklish.

You deemed it a nightmare of an occurrence. What you found out, however, when your hands grabbed at his midriff, was that Ojiro was also ticklish. Maybe even more so than you.

Oh, you were going to enjoy this.

He shrieked immediately, hands flying to grapple at your wrists. “What the hell! {{user}}?!” His yelp morphed into an uncontrollable giggle as you tackled him onto the couch, vainly attempting to force your hands off of him. “Ack! I’m ticklish! Mercy! Mercy!”