lost-calls

[kanene-yaaay]

So, like, Cementoss has the hiccups or allergies or something, and that’s making his quirk go crazy and he is leaving little bricks all over the place, then accidentally traps Aizawa’s ankle in one of them, but his foot it sticking out. Cementoss leaves to go get medicine from recovery girl, and Mic and Yagi can’t resist taking advantage and tickle him! >:3 REVENGE!!!!

(THIS IDEA IS MAGNFICENT AND THE FACT THAT I NEVER WROTE YAGI AND HIZASHI GANGING UP TO TICKLE AIZAWA IS A SHAMEEEE. Thank you so much for idea, everytime I write Lee!Aizawa I feel so silly and powerful sdfghjuwert The serious boi deserves all the cares and giggles <333

Anon who also shipps AllEraserMic: This is a bless sdfghjwer.)

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It was Cementoss fault, really.

“Don’t.” Aizawa tried to squirm, ignoring the way warmth started to crawl on the base of his neck at the image of Toshinori and Hizashi getting closer, eyeing his trapped foot with a glint that usually gleamed on his own eyes. “I am going to kill both of you. Hizashi, don’t you dare to step any closer, I am warning you.”

Of course it would be Cementoss, who insisted on working even with a flu, refusing to go home even when Snipe offered to cover the few classes he had on that day. Being surrounded by workaholics, none of his colleagues had any heart to chastise him when they all had made the same decision multiple times before (and would continue to make it in the future, as well), even when his quirk started to be slightly influenced by his condition. It wasn’t anything truly serious, just a few bricks appearing here and there when he sneezed and the floor around him getting momentarily more malleable when he coughed.

No one paid it any mind, at first, just poking a bit of harmless fun at the tired teacher, who would smile or roll his eyes at them.

Then the incident happened. An awful mix of a series of sneezes together with a coughing got Aizawa, who came to warn him Recovery Girl had some medicine for him and demanded his presence on the infirmary when he got caught in the quirk accident. He would forever blame the tiredness on him for the way a sudden brick made the underground hero stumble and fall, getting his ankles trapped in a cement arc before he erased his colleague's quirk. Cementoss apologized profusely and he waved at him nonchalantly, saying he would be a poor excuse of a hero if just such simple occurence hurted him, quickly sending the other off to Chinyo’s direction so he could get his quirk under control before coming back to free him.

At that moment, it seemed like a good idea. The perfect opportunity to take a long nap for a few hours while Cementoss got better and hopefully some rest before going back to his work.

Then, Yagi got into the room, accompanied by Hizashi, both carrying a stack of non graded papers and three bentos, probably using their free period before lunch to get some work done. Even in that moment, Shouta just relaxed further, a part of him glad to have some background chat from the two people he most trusted in the world to lullaby him to sleep.

However, instead of the excited conversation they were having when waved at him, Aizawa was met with a suspicious silence. When he opened his eyes, it was only to find the Yamada whispering something in Toshinori's ear, a something which made his face light up, determination suddenly flowing from him.

Their intentions just got clear when Hizashi turned at him with a true wicked grin, and suddenly Aizawa’s mind was flooded by memories.

A lot of memories filled with laughter, mumbled teases, wiggly fingers and joyful affection, specifically from yesterday, when seeing Hizashi try a crop top and watching Toshinori blush at a tickle scene on tv made a playful, cuddly side of him wake up.

And now he saw the same kind of playfulness reflected right back at him, making shivers and goosebumps run freely across his spine in expectation as his partners sat, talking nonchalantly, right next to his foot.

Anyway, everything was clearly Cementoss' fault. How dare he.

“Awww, what is the problem, Shou?” Hizashi, the fucker, grinned, years of friendship giving him full immunity to his frowns and usual death treaths. He started to slowly pull out his boot, giving a few reassuring pats to the trapped ankle when Aizawa fought back to pull his leg away from him, in vain. “Relax, relax, my dear, after all isn’t like the serious, grumpy pro hero is ticklish, right? That wouldn’t be logical, would it?” Teasingly, Yamada let a stray finger run freely across his soul.

Shouta pressed firmly a hand on his mouth, not wanting to let any chuckle or even worse: a giggle escape from his sealed lips. The voice hero just grinned bigger, slowly adding more fingers to his attack, letting them wander carelessly across the entire length of his soul, making Shouta’s job even harder.

“Don’t be so mean to him, Hizashi-san.” Toshinori replied with a soft tone, as if he also wasn’t scratching his absurdly long fingers on his heels and arch, sometimes even slipping them under the hem of his pants, tickling and scribbling his nails on the sensitive skin of his ankles. “I believe it fits him quite well. His laughter is so melodious and nice, it would be a true shame if there wasn’t any other way to hear it.” He smiled softly, totally unfazed by the glare Aizawa sent in his direction, quiet snickers already slipping from the cracks on his barriers.

“Oh my GOSH. Are you blushy-blushing, Shou? Awww, what? Do tickles make you feel silly? Do they make you want to laugh and blush and squirm away from our wiggly-wiggley fingers? It must be so hard to keep your giggles inside when you’re stuck like that.”

“I think you would feel much better, Shouta-san, if you just let go and laugh. We know you want to, but don’t worry! We will still be here tickle-tickle-tickling you until you feel ready to let all those lovely squeals and snort fill the room, okay?

“Yeah! Don’t worry, do you know why?” Hizashi turned at Yagi expectandly, his finger worming their way to rest nicely and cozy under the underground hero’s toes.

Toshinori smirked back at him, also mirroring his technique, using his free hand to hold his toes up so they would be able to curl in defense. “Because we are here!!”

“Fuc- Shuhuhut up!” Aizawa gave up, peals of laughter escaping freely from his lips, a hand attempting to half heartedly hide the gigantic smile covering his face while the other banged on the floor, trying to disperse at least part of the energy in him. The same words flowed from him, his brain too much occupied in thinking about how much it tickled to actually form new words. “Shuhuhut up! Shut uhuhuhup!”

“There it is!” Toshinori beamed at him, Hizashi showing his awe by cheering and making wolf whistles in the background. “There is that beautiful laughter! Now, I do believe we should see which other delightful sounds he can make.”

“That is what I am talking about, Toshi-san!” Aizawa made the mistake to open his eyes and watch them, seeing the way they grinned at him, Hizashi starting to move his hands in the direction of his knees. "Let's jam.”