A/N: This is dedicated to The Rish, who inspired me grandly. Thank, you Rish! I bet you can guess what inspired this too. I'll stop amusing myself and give you the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I make no profit from this.
"Don't... Do. That." Hiyori, breathless, her face red, stared Shinji down. If he didn't know what she'd look like right before she killed him, he did now.
"Tickle fight." Shinji smirked, proceeding to tickle her again the second she caught her breath. Hiyori squirmed and screamed, thrashing wildly, unable to get her limbs to work the right way to push him away. He was enjoying this way too much.
"Shinji!" Hiyori gasped. Somewhere in the house, Lisa had her phone recording the sound for blackmail, but Hiyori wouldn't know that until later. "Shinji Hirako!" Another wordless yelp and some wild sounding-giggles as Hiyori tried to get her limbs to work in succession to push him away, kick him in the face, anything.
"Say it." Shinji prompted, dodging a kick and continuing to tickle her ribcage. "Say it, Hiyori!"
"Damn you!" Hiyori howled, finally landing a kick on Shinji's stomach. Shinji stumbled backwards, coughing slightly, but Hiyori's kick hadn't been well aimed, so it hadn't caused him any real pain. Hiyori jumped up, making a run for it, but Shinji's legs were longer and he scooped her up. The screaming, kicking and clawing bundle that she was, she was still completely adorable.
"I'm not gonna leave ya alone till you say it." Shinji held her closer, suddenly sobered up. He still had a ghost of a grin to him, but his eyes were dead serious.
"I don't want to." Hiyori crossed her arms over her chest.
"You don't love me?" Shinji pouted. Hiyori could feel her face turning red, and she couldn't exactly tell if it was anger or embarrassement... or something else completely.
"That's not what I said!" Hiyori snapped, starting to squirm. "Put me down, idiot! I said put me-" Shinji leaned his face very close to hers, their noses touching. Hiyori stuttered for a moment, and then cut off abruptly. Damn it, he was her weakness whether she liked it or not. Hiyori muttered something that Shinji couldn't quite make out, causing him to grin.
"What's that, Hiyori?" He asked, leaning even closer. His breath was on her lips now, and Hiyori couldn't remember how to breathe.
"I said I love you, dumbass!" Hiyori growled, closing that too-tempting distance between them and kissing him hard.
"Mashiro, shhh." Lisa warned, holding the green haired girl at bay while she carefully held the phone – with recording video camera – out, aimed at Hiyori and Shinji.
Mashiro held in her giggles. She was never going to let Hiyori forget this one, and neither would Lisa or Shinji.
A/N: I know, I need some different couples. I'm on such an OTP kick lately though. I really can't help it. Anyway, what'd you think and all that jazz?