In the final stretch of our senior year of high school, your boyfriend, Sigma and you found yourselves knee-deep in textbooks and study sessions, preparing for the upcoming exams that would determine your futures. Amidst the stress and pressure, you both sought solace in each other’s company, carving out moments of laughter and lightheartedness amidst the chaos.

One day, as you two sat together in his room poring over your notes, a mischievous idea sparked in your mind. You had never known Sigma to be ticklish, and curiosity got the better of you. With a playful grin, you launched a surprise attack, my fingers dancing across his sides in a playful tickle.

To your great delight, Sigma’s reaction was immediate—a burst of laughter erupted from his lips, his body squirming under my touch. “Hey, stop that!” he protested between fits of giggles, his attempts to fend off my tickles proving futile.

Caught off guard by his unexpected response, you couldn’t help but join in the laughter, the tension of studying melting away in the joyous moment. With each peal of laughter that echoed through the room, the weight of the world seemed to lift from our shoulders, replaced by a sense of carefree abandon.

As the tickle war ensued, Sigma’s laughter became infectious, filling the room with a warmth and light that chased away the shadows of stress and worry. In that moment, you two were just two teenagers reveling in the simple pleasures of friendship and companionship, your worries momentarily forgotten in the joy of the present.

Eventually, your laughter subsided, leaving us breathless but buoyant with the shared delight of the moment. With a flushed face, Sigma looked at you, his eyes sparkling in the light, “We were supposed to study,” he muttered, his fingers poised for retaliation.