Akashi/Momoi.

prompt: IYFC tickling your feet when they try waking you up.

There is the oddest sensation on his feet.

It rouses himself from sleep: a kind of scrabbling movement against the soles, alternating with the scrape of something slightly firmer, and it's there he recognizes the alternating sensation of nails and the soft skin of fingers.

He raises his head from his pillow and props it in a hand.

From over his shoulder, Momoi pouts back at him. She's seated back on her haunches, at the end of bed, the palm of one hand now lightly resting against his pad and the other fisting in her sleep shirt. "You're not ticklish," she says, in a rather accusing manner.

What an odd way to wake up.

Without a word, he swiftly rolls over and lunges, bringing her down in a tangle of sheets and squealing laughing as he proved that she, at least, was.

Notes: I am entertaining thoughts of an Akashi/Momoi future/married life drabble series and it is THE MOST ridiculously cute thing I've ever thought of.