Masayoshi clapped both hands over his mouth and froze, eyes wide. Gotou paused, his chopsticks in hand, and stared at him. "What was THAT?" he asked. Masayoshi did not remove his hands, instead shaking his head vigorously.
(more) They had been discussing their plans for the weekend - Gotou was all about staying in, but it was going to be a hot and humid few days, and Masayoshi had casually mentioned maybe a trip to the beach - and then mid-sentence Masayoshi made a strange noise and slapped his hands over his mouth like he had blurted out his secret identity to the world.
"Are you okay?" Gotou put down his chopsticks, realized what he had asked, and sighed. "Medically speaking. I already know your brain's not okay."
"Hey!" Masayoshi said, offended, hands coming down. Two seconds later, he hiccuped loud enough that his entire head bobbed. He clapped his hand over his mouth again and proceeded to turn bright red.
"You have the hiccups AGAIN?"
"It's not my - hic - fault!" Masayoshi said - and after he spoke he covered his mouth and was clearly holding his breath. The last time such a thing had occurred was when he had too much fizzy champagne at an event and he was giggly drunk and had the hiccups - that had been fairly memorable, in part because Masayoshi kept trying to kiss him and interrupting himself with a hiccup.
He didn't bother to try to cover his amusement. "Take some deep breaths, 'yoshi."
"Stop laughing at m-hic-me!" Masayoshi wailed, and Gotou poked him in the side. He hiccuped on contact, and swatted at Gotou's hand. "Stop it!"
Warning him would make it less fun, so Gotou simply pounced on Masayoshi, knocking him to the floor and tickling him. (less)