#miya reader

Reader & Miya 

A/N:Thank you @wertzunge​​ for the request☕! Again an out of comfort zone prompt that made me think ‘what will this be’ and before I knew it this fic had spawned hehe. Hope you’ll enjoy!^^ 

Summary: It’s your lazy Sunday and while your best friend and roomie Miya is already up and being way too active, you’re taking this chance to just reminisce about your friendship with him, including your first fight, and your first ever tickle fight. (Also on Ao3)

Word Count:2255

Curtains opened suddenly, blinding you even with your eyes closed.

“Reeks of slime here. Anyone gonna wake up soon?” an impatient voice said, waking you up. You sighed and pulled your pillow over your head. 

“See? Here I was, skating twenty rounds while you’re still sliming around. Don’t mind me leveling up while I leave you behind,” Miya said cockily. You opened one eye. What a nerd. If it wasn’t the sunlight coming in, it would be Miya’s lime green hoodie that would blind you. You rolled your eyes and turned around. 

“Get lost, troll,” you sighed. You heard Miya cackle playfully, but luckily he didn’t bother you much longer, other than leaving the curtains open for you to suffer in the bright sunlight while you could use a few more minutes of sleep.

Yeah, through the years you had learned to deal with Miya’s cocky attitude. Heck, you weren’t best friends for nothing. From strangers to classmates, classmates to roommates, roommates to best friends. Or maybe that last bit was the other way around. Best friends, and that’s why you became roomies. 

You smiled as you slowly dozed off again, remembering your first few encounters with Miya Chinen while a comfortable cloud of sleep embraced you. 

“First impressions. Be nice.” Along those lines were the teacher’s words when students were asked to share their impressions about each other after your first introduction week in the new class. You felt intimidated. Of course you were paired with the flashy Miya - the person you knew was a rioting skater with his super amazing older friends and secret races (b-beefs?) during the night.

Still, despite those impressions, you looked for something nice to say. “Y-you seem very… trendy. You dress nice,” was your awkward compliment for him. Because wasn’t that the teacher’s purpose with this? It wasn’t like you were going to say he’s nerdy.

Miya scoffed. “Thanks,” he said with a smirk. “You seem like you’d drop common loot if defeated,” he said, and he wasn’t kidding. Your eyes bulged out. Be nice, said the teacher! But your teacher had frowned as if not understanding what he said, before moving on.

“Good!” she said. You gaped at Miya, blushing like crazy. What was that! So mean. And it wasn’t the only time he roasted you. He was always teasing you, about being a slime, a normie, about not having any hobby. Well, one time you had enough of his teasing and dared him: “If you’re so amazing, you surely can teach me to skate.” 

You didn’t expect - silly silly - that the competitive Miya agreed to this. He would regularly threaten with the fact that slimes cannot get this skill, but in the end he did not step back from the challenge, and thus began your regular skating practices with Miya. 

With time, through all of the roasting, teasing and bullying, you became friends, and before you knew it, you were introduced to his beef friends and you were part of the gang. 

You were excited when you finally got the hang of skating and got to enjoy one of these exciting beefs, going up against your own teacher Miya since you challenged him for fun. Looking back, you should’ve known to just challenge him normally. During practice time, not when he was in his skating habitat like this, confident and sneering.

“Oh yeah? Well, see if you can catch up with me then, slime!” He had said, and well, of course you couldn’t keep up with him, but that should’ve been alright. Skating was just for fun. But when you arrived at the finish line long after Miya, he was laughing cheekily.

“What did I say? Common loot!” he chirped. That stung in your chest somehow. He remembered that? He still carried this impression of you after all the time you spent together?

“Yeah?” you hissed, clenching your skateboard under your arm. “Well guess what, a person like you wouldn’t even deservemy common loot,” was your overreaction at him, and you had left just like that. It shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did. Miya was always like this, a meanie and a tease. Cocky and annoying, and he probably didn’t mean what he said. Still, you liked that you made your statement.

At that point you would’ve never expected you would become even better friends with him, and eventually even roommates. No, but what you also definitely didn’t expect was that the same night, you received a text from him.

Hey… Can I come over?

You frowned. Miya had visited your dorm room quite a few times, but never around this time. It was against the dormitory rules during such late hours, but whatever. 

Fine.

On top of the unexpected came another unexpected something. In the end he was (secretly) at your door, carrying his bag with him.

“Hi. I know my stealth skills,” he complimented himself proudly as he took off his shoes and waltzed into your room. You rolled your eyes.

“What’s that you’re carrying?” you asked. Miya looked at you and held up his bag.

“Oh this? Well, I’ll be sleeping here. So it’s stuff for our sleepover,” he said awkwardly. You crossed your arms.

“And what makes you think you can sleep over?” you asked. It wasn’t as if there was no room and you even had a spare futon for if a family member would want to stay over for a bit. But still, this was so random. Besides, you were still angry.

“E-eh, well…” You noticed that Miya took his phone and his eyes scanned something, the light of his phone lighting up his face.

“S-sleepovers are good for friendships. And…” he frowned at the message he was obviously reading. “We should have a tickle fight.” 

You almost laughed. Almost. “Says who?” you sighed.

“Reki. Also a slime,” Miya said matter-of-factly, but he then gulped and lowered his head. 

“….About that. I d-don’t mean it as an insult when I say things like that….” he muttered out, with great effort. “So….” he started, playing with the sleeve of his hoodie. You noticed he was very awkward with this. Apologies weren’t a Miya-thing. You smiled.

“Challenge accepted then.” 

He cocked his head. “Hmm?” But before he could retaliate, you pounced on top of him, making him stumble over his own bag full of sleepover stuff and he fell to the floor with you after him.

“Tickle fiiiight!” you announced, and you started to wiggle your fingers against his sides. “N-no hahah! Wahahahait I wahahasn’t - nohoho!” Miya squealed, struggling and thrashing beneath you, but you had caught him by surprise and was having the upperhand in this. Proudly.

“What was that?” you asked. “Slime?” you spat back, and you wiggled your fingers all over his typical lime green hoodie. 

“A little green slime you are,” you told Miya who was just laughing like crazy. “Nohoho this ihihisn’t fahahair!” he laughed.

You chuckled. “I would do something if I were you, because if this continues, I’ll win the tickle fiー” Nice, nice try Miya, you thought as he swung his leg under yours, tripping you and causing you to fall clumsily on top of him. He then quickly managed to flip you over and he tickled your belly ruthlessly.

“You? Win? Never!” he cried triumphantly, blushing and panting a little as he started to tickle you without mercy. You gasped and tried to grab his hands, and a loud howl escaped your lips.

“HAAHah!” You then gulped and your eyes widened. Only now you were laughing so loudly yourself, you realized how much noise you were making.

“Take this, and that! Gotcha!” Miya let out little tickle battle cries as he wiggled his fingers all over your twitching torso, not missing your lower sides, your upper ribs, the area around your belly button and your belly button itself. Even your underarms, alright, he wasn’t so bad at tickle fights as you would think.

“Miyahahaha! Mehehe-Miya stahhaap!” you giggled into your hand, this time minding the neighbors, but Miya was relentless.

“Not. Stopping!” he cried. Even the years after that you would still remember Miya’s persistence and power in his first tickle fight against you. Not that he would last though.

“T-thehehen me neither!” You managed to fight him off again and grabbed his socked feet, which you started to tickle ruthlessly.

“Wahaahahahaha! Nohoho - not there! Bwahahah! Okahahahay! Okaaaaaay!” That was fast. You smirked but continued to tickle.

“Okaywhat?” you said, raking your fingers up and down his helpless soles as you held down his feet. He curled his toes and cried out.

“You wihihiiin! You wiiiin gahahahaa!”

“And?” you said.

“I’m sohohoorry hahahaha! I wahahahs mehehean!” Miya laughed, and you finally let him go. He gasped for breath and you had patted his back playfully.

“See? You are also a slime. Can’t even win a tickle fight against me,” you said proudly. Miya coughed a little and shook his head.

“S-still.. I am a higher level. I am not a slime,” he said. Still like that huh? You reached out and poked his tummy, making him giggle.

“I’ll call you a troll then. An ugly one,” you said. Miya gasped.

“I thought you said I was trendy!” It was still funny how much the first impressions were still on his mind, and you laughed.

“Trendy troll then.”

“Hehehey!” he giggled when you started to tickle him again, you couldn’t help it. Ah, your first tickle fight. Everything that happened after that was just history. Moving in together, becoming even better friends. Many more tickle fights, and yes, Miya was still a troll, but he had mastered tickle fights even better than before.

“Hmmmmh,” you thought as you stepped out of bed, smiling because you had remembered all of that first tickle fight as if it was a vivid dream, even when it was already a memory. Oh to be able to experience it twice.

“I dreamed about our first tickle fight,” you said as you entered the living room where Miya sat on the couch, playing a game.

“Did you? I won that,” he said cheekily.

You frowned and drank the coffee he had made you in your matching mugs. It was already pretty cold, but still tasty.

“No, I won,” you reminded him. Miya shrugged.

“Well, if you did then I can’t remember.”

You smirked. Little troll never learned. “Oh yeah?” Miya should have seen it coming but was so invested in his game that you could catch him off-guard by tackling him down on the couch.

“Hehehey no don’t you daaaare!” Miya screeched when you stole his controller from him, only to start digging into his sides ruthlessly, shoving your hands under his hoodie to squeeze at his slender shirt-covered torso. Miya bounced underneath you and squealed.

The neighbors had gotten used to this by now.

“STAHAHahap! You stahaharted too ehehearly!” Miya laughed.

“Youstarted too early. What kind of idiot gets up at seven on a Sunday?” you lectured bossily, tickling his ribs by rubbing circles with your thumbs and making him cackle.

“GAahahah! Nahahah you’re just a lahahazy slihihime!” he laughed. You shook your head and started to pinch his tummy, causing him to squeak.

“Sure, a slime. What else?” you asked calmly while tickling him without mercy.

Miya was laughing for his dear life. “Ahahahaha cohohommon loohoot drohohoppeheheer!” he laughed. Yeah by now this was a well-accepted joke.

“Figured,” you said, and you suddenly jumped up with your hands and attacked his armpits. Miya opened his eyes wide in shock before closing them again and he arched his back, his arms flailing awkwardly as you continued to tickle him.

“Geeeheheheee you wihhiin! You w-wiiiiin!” he cried out. 

“You didn’t even tickle me back, troll,” you teased, still poking your fingers in his armpits and making him twitch and struggle.

“I cahahahan’t!” You turned your head and noticed you had him pinned down in quite the advantageous angle for you.

“I see. Then, that makes this a good moment to remind you who won our first tickle fight ever,” you said, digging your thumbs under his arms to make your point. Miya shrieked.

“HAAHHA! D-does ihihit reheheally mahahatter?!” he laughed. 

“It does,” you said with a smirk. You ended up tickling him until he was mewling adorably, and by the time you stopped, Miya tiredly rolled onto his side and finally admitted: “A-ahalright. You won. Now, and then too.” 

You smirked. He could’ve said that way sooner. Someone enjoyed a good tickle fight, no matter how fair. You poked him playfully and giggled.

“That’s right,” you said, and you then noticed Miya’s phone had dropped from his pocket. 

“Ah, I’ll claim this common loot of yours,” you said as you took your prize, making him growl. “My phone isn’t common loot!” 

You saw his homescreen was filled with messages by Reki who was probably spamming Miya with memes again. You chuckled, thinking that it was actually thanks to Reki you got this close to Miya, or well… yes, it really was thanks to Reki. There was no going around it. He was the one who sent Miya to chase after you that one night, for a sleepover and a tickle fight.

You smiled. “Shall we have breakfast then?” you finally said. Miya sighed tiredly.

“I already ate breakfast.” 

“Second breakfast then. Trolls can eat plenty,” you said, poking him again and making him giggle. 

“Ahahahalright!” Ah, what a nice beginning of a glorious day!