Their Theory of Happiness

by ephemeral fallacy

Not like it really bothered him. At the end of the day, the smile on his face couldn't be wider, and wasn't it because of them?—AU!various pairings...unrelated drabbles—drabbles with T-M rating will have warnings before it

1. tickles

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1. I'm not ticklish, don't touch my stomach. (119 words)

Kisaragi Shintaro was definitely not ticklish. He refused to be ticklish. It was the absolute bane of his existence to be ticklish—maybe he was pushing it.

He just really didn't want his sister to come running into the room just to tackle his sides, and then oh look, wow, Onii-chan is laughing really hard, let's squeeze him harder around his sides! He didn't want that. At all.

Every time she walked into his room, she would do a flying tackle hug into his side, or attempt to. And 'ol Shintaro would sidestep her and go downstairs for some more sugary goodness. Ignoring her wails of pain and the growing lump on her forehead.

Oh yes. Soda was his favorite.

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a/n: Feel free to drop a prompt on me. A sentence with the pairing you want. Seto/Marry will be poorly written because gdi I can never ship them I don't know why I like Seto too much-*shot* I kid. I'll try my best.

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