Whoever you are, Nonny-Mouse, I love you for this ask.

Ui Koori closes his eyes, leans back, and screams.

“Wow.” Hirako Take leans around the corner, from where he and Arima Kishou are constructing a bed for Koori and his newlywed Ihei Hairu. Arima has had zero problems putting together this blasted furniture; in fact, everything finished can be attributed to him. 

“I hate all the tiny, tiny pieces and pieces and more pieces and more pieces! Give me ghouls any day.” 

“Koori!” Hairu hurries in from the bathroom, which she just finished decorating with the seashells they collected on their honeymoon. “What’s wrong?” 

Ui points to the misshapen cabinets. “I fucked-ed it up. Wah. Help me.”

“Koori.” Hairu giggles and sits beside him. 

“I read the instructions even,” Ui complains. Arima didn’t even have to. He just knew.

Arima would be a better husband to Hairu.

Hairu delivers a knowing glance. She can sense his insecurity.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie.” She tickles him, and Ui squeals. 

“Aieee!”

“Now, two brains are better than one, right team?” Hairu smiles and opens the guide again.

Half an hour later, the cabinets are finished, but Hairu herself keeps muttering about Arima’s uncanny furniture ability.

Ui winks at her, and she nods. 

Their plan is set. 

Arima walks by, carrying their couch by himself, and they both dive at him. Ui grabs his feet, Hairu his neck. “Tickle tickle!”

Arima just stares. “I’m…not ticklish.”

“He’s the inspector without flaws, remember?” Hirako calls.

Ui frowns, but Hairu shoots back, “Does that mean you’ve tried this too?!”