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kanene-yaaay · 2 years

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Logical (or The One About Love and Friendship)

Warnings: None. This is literally 2.200 words of Aizawa being WEAK for his friends, tickling and being tickled by them. It’s cute, it’s fluffy and full of teases, playful tickles and warm feelings. Switch!Aizawa, Switch!Nemuri, Switch!Toshinori, Switch!Hizashi and Ler!Tensei. All the relationships are platonic

Kanene’s notes: I 100% give this fanfic to my sisters that painted my nails and lightly tickled me for a few secs while I was rambling which immediately made think about happiness and love and all the soft stuff in between for weeks. <3

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Aizawa loved to be tickled.

He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.

It made him feel silly, yes, sometimes even shy, but not ashamed.

Most people would find tickling as an annoying thing or his liken for it weird, but he could care less about them. He loved it. Simply and quick like that. It was only rational, afterall: he was always the kind to be affectionate - in his own quiet, unwavering and attentive way - with the people he was close with, not holding himself back when he felt it would be proper - or simply nice - to share headpats, half hugs or shoulder bumps with his friends. Or to just follow them around like a particularly determined and easily irritated shadow, seeking their warmth just like a cat sought for a sunny spot to nap.

Tiny touches and daily small doses of affection quickly became an important part of his life, especially after he got into UA and met the most important people he would ever know, people he would take and follow to the most difficult and easier days of his life.

So, yeah, Shouta could recognize he was quite a tad touchy. He could admit it even, on a particular early morning around his friends, right when everything feels just a bit more unreal and dreams are closer to touch. Even if this memory was something that Nemuri and Hizashi would constantly tease him about, delighted to discover a something that would make their so gloomy and grumpy companion share a tiny smile for a piece of second before immediately shoving both it and the beginning of a blush that appeared on his face in his scarf.

They were all chill with this part of himself, too. More than happy to answer and support his touches with plenty of hugs, snuggles and a constant invasion of his personal space (not that he complained) without even a blink. Like he said: it’s only rational that his love for touch and the closeness that meant trusting someone translated into something as tickling.

It simply felt right.

To just let himself close his eyes and smile, to lazily wiggle around as Hizashi began to prod and skitter his fingers on ribs, finding and attacking all his weak spots with a precision and accuracy that came with years of experience and friendship, leaving plenty of tingles and tickly shocks to generously spread on his torso and fish more huffed giggles and quiet snorts from the dark haired hero as he go.

To bask in the warmth of the friendly, playful teases and lights pokes of fun that spilled freely and unashamedly from Nemuri’s smirking mouth when she sneakily wormed her hands to his armpits, skillfully using her nails to create not only a quite loud squeal in the sea of puffing giggles, but also one of the most unbearable sensations he ever felt in his life.

To ignore everything else and only focus on holding Yagi’s wrists as they got dangerously close to one of his most ticklish spots, even if he showed no real struggle to push the offending digits away, just keeping them in a loose hold, tittering non stop at the way the taller scratched and scribbled on every inch of sensitive skin, gradually increasing the speed. His clear smile of half amusement and half fondness plastered on his features that never failed to make his cheeks prickle with hotness.

To feel his mood immediately light up and his day get just a grain better at the rush of adrenaline flooding his system at Tensei’s fast, startling pokes that always seemed to get him in the moments he least expected it - not a easy accomplishment, something Aizawa should mention - or at the surprising tickle attacks full of squeezings and raspberries that, somehow, seemed to came when he most wanted it, with the right amounts of awful teases and incredibly fun, giddy energy that accompanied the underground hero hours after they parted ways. Probably a skill that comes with being an older brother.

It didn’t matter if it was just one of his friends or all of them at once. If his silent huffed snorts and low laughter mingled with Yagi’s calm presence, his quiet teases being always careful to be delivered on the most unexpected moments in an exact formula that never failed to make hotness prickle on the skin of his cheeks. Or if it clashed and danced beautifully in sync with Hizashi’s own loud laughter, just a tad of taunting and just a tad of amused, both of their reactions filling the air with playfulness and games full of “Let’s see how long can the gloomy, grumpy hero Eraserhead last before being defeated by a few tiny tickly tickles”.

If Nemuri would always start a collection of squeals, squeaks and yelps when she decided to tickle him, being sure to properly coo at every one, something which would normally make the underground hero flare with indignation (he was not cute, dammit), but, under how much soft her grins got during those times, he let it go. Or if Tensei would make as his goal to find any new tickle spots, showering his sides, back, calves, neck and basically anywhere with all the kind of soft pokes and maddening pinches, only to his determined expression to totally light up and his snickers to ring freely when he succeeded in fishing a bark of laughter from Shouta.

Sometimes they would all collectively look at Aizawa and decide that he needed a smile on his day and then jump on him in a mess of hands scribbling, skittering, prodding and tickling everywhere.

With Nemuri’s loud brags of how she was the first one to make Shouta giggle her name out loud and did you see how much adorable that was awww, sorry guys it must suck for you all to not be able to do that but don’t worry it’s fine no one can be the best I will gladly bear such heavy burden alone.

With Tensei’s loud laughter and playful bump of shoulders asking for space, come on give a bit of space for the tickle master here, I want to test something that makes Tenya go absolutely crazy, it’s so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from becoming a mess of giggles and you definitely will want to see it if Shouta has even a quarter of his reaction.

With Toshinori’s wheezing snickers as he requested for everyone to please calm down and stop making such a fuss, there is plenty of Shouta for everyone here to tease and attack and he knows, he knows it must tickle a lot with how incredibly ticklish you are, Shouta-san, but if you could stay still for just a bit longer for Tensei to try this new thing (even if his own hands kept tap-tap-tapping the sensitive skin right under his knees and that definitely was not helping) it would be really nice.

With Hizashi’s taunting pokes and scribbles that played with his reflexes, teasing his armpits when he tried to hide his face, skittering on his neck when an attempt of a pout grazed his lips and showering his lower back with scritches every time he tried to curl in a defensive ball. Always more than happy to cheer loudly at any of his reactions because YEAH Shou, show us all that rocking smile, yo! You wouldn’t try to hide it from your best friends in the whole world, huh? After everything we’ve been through you wouldn’t leave us out here to suffer and die without our daily doses of Shouta’s giggles?

With all of their attentive gazes, careful touches and soft whispered questions, checking if he was fine, if that was okay, if they went too far, filling his heart with such an amount of care and a love that never failed in leaving Aizawa speechless.

Even though his friends would be adamant to deny that last part, especially with how quick he was to recover from their attack and immediately pull Nemuri to his arms, ignoring her flirts and wobbly attempts to break from his hold with more clumsy tickle attacks to focus his attention in squeezing the especial spot just right above her knees and a few inches to the left that created the most lovely snorts. After that it didn’t take too long for a flow of uncontrollable laughter to flow freely in the air, which, on itself, meant that now he only needed to whisper a few teases close to her ear - how could a single person have such ticklish ears he would never know, but the loud squeals and crackled death treats made this spot one of their favorites to tickle -, letting them evolving to an onslaught of nibbles - and a couple or two of kisses, - before she finally got distracted enough to not realize one his hands getting way too close to her stomach.

The loud wheezes and sudden silence that bathed the whole space meant that the panther was already after his next victim.

(And, if he stayed just a few seconds more than necessary, hugging Nemuri close to him while she recovered, it didn’t matter. He was out before she could gather enough oxygen to tease him about being a complete, incorrigible and utter softie. Shut up. You know nothing.)

A high pitched shriek that was cut in the middle of being shouted always made pretty clear who was the next one to be caught.

And this time Shouta already had gotten most of his breath back, but, even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be so difficult to transform Hizashi in a mess of blushes, squealed ‘nononono’s and infinite squawks, even if the black haired one just did as much as look in his direction.

When asked about it, Yamada said it was because of his smirk. There was just something in the way his eyes glinted in a playful way and his lips were pulled up in a grin which basically shouted ‘You are dead’ that made all his nerves alight and incoherent noises to bubble on his throat. Now, how the blond was able to realize that while he was kicking and squirming and wiggling and trashing non stop on the floor, Aizawa didn’t know.

Eventually the underground hero would be able to dig his hands on his thighs and draw senseless nothings on his soles, occasionally scratching his toes just to watch him jump and yelp, his own low, playful pokes of fun being easy to be heard over Hizashi’s usual silent laughter that made his entire body shake with happiness and delight.

(And, if he brushed Yamada’s hair with his fingers while he squirmed the rest of his giddy energy on the floor so it would look a little bit less of a mess, enjoying the not-quite silence that hung around then, no, he didn’t. You saw nothing. Get out.)

Tensei, on his turn, wasn’t particularly fond of being tickled. He would endure a few pokes or a random raspberry if they got caught in a tickle fight or any similar situation, but more of that was not his definition of a good time. This required Aizawa to be creative during his revenges, then, usually deciding to pull a snicker and distract the other with a couple of pinches on his sides, fast enough to just divert his attention while Shouta stole some of his fidelity cards of their favorite cafeteria and a pair of Tenya’s baby pictures from his wallet before tangling his capture scarf on his arms so he could safely dart away without being immediately chased.

He still had one victim left, afterall.

(Before going, however, he always spared some time to adjust Tensei’s glasses so they stop being dangerously close to falling from the tip of his nose, a tradition that began during their time on UA as students and continued until nowadays, even if Tensei kept trying to bite him every single time. Nuisance.)

Toshinori was a little more like himself in this point, much more full of breathless giggles and sudden snorts than a strong belly laughter - like Hizashi or Kayama. It was fine. It was perfect. Because honestly Shouta already had enough of All Might’s customary, booming laughter, but this? The high pitched, quiet ‘mercys’ he let out amidst his titters? The muffled yelps and low snickered babbles full of nonsense filling the room when Aizawa let his fingers prod softly on his ribs and tap their way across his right side, finding and exploring any weak spot for quick, maddening seconds before jumping to another one?

He could never, ever get enough of this.

The smiles, the squirms, the quiet and loud reactions, the whispered teases, the feeling that brought warmth to his chest every time he saw one of his friends smile and thought ‘I did that’, the way they grinned proudly after one of their tickle fights, the comfortable silence that sat with around them after those moments, the excited conversations, the warm touches, the nice embraces.

…Yeah. Aizawa loved to tickle his friends. And he loved being tickled by them. He loved and loved and loved and loved again and again and again.

Of course he did.

It was only logical.

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marvel-m-lee · 2 years

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I'm Gonna be a Hero ❤️‍🩹💜

Words: 2350

Fandom: MHA

Characters: Lee!Shinsou Ler!Aizawa

Summary: Shinsou is trying to learn a new trick but can't seen to perfect it, and needs some motivation from his sensi.

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"ARgH sHIT!"

Shinsou fell down yet again and landed in a huff on the grass below. Aizawa stood to the side, hair up as he leaned against a tree, fiddling with his own scarf in his fingers.

He had been training the younger to use a scarf, much like his own. Hoping it would help him get better and become a hero, much like Aizawa had hoped for as a kid his own age.

Shinsou had improved a lot since they'd started, and there were plans to move him to the hero course, though this didn't mean he would get a break from his training, having to practice daily.

For the past few days he'd been trying to perfect this one trick where he could swing through the trees, though he kept failing and would eventually plumt to the ground again after the first few swings.

He was better than he first started, sure, but he was just getting frustrated at this point. Laying on the grass from his most recent failure and looking up to see the scarf dangling a few inches from his face, attached to the tree still.

He grunted as he put a hand up, gripping it and pulling himself up- only for the scarf to be attached to a thin branch and snap, sending him back to the floor and his scarf falling over his face.

Aizawa looked over, seeing the events of what was happening. Watching as the student fell again and the scarf piling up over his face.

The boy decided them and there to just give up and decided he'd lay on the floor for eternity, in the blindness of his scarf.

"You need to keep trying, otherwise you'll keep falling" Aizawa mentioned from the sidelines. Shinsou didn't move, just put a thumbs up over to his mentor.

"Yep, that's the idea." He grunted, laying there for another few minutes before Aizawa realised he wouldn't be getting back up.

In all honestly, the kid had been training almost non stop throughout the weekend and before and after school through out the week trying to perfect this single move. So Aizawa believed he needed a well deserved break.

But he also knew that Shinsou was so close to perfecting the move, and needed the last bit of motivation to do so. So Aizawa decided, since nobody was around, he would try a little game with the purple mind controlling kid.

"Alright" Aizawa pushed himself off the tree and stood up properly, tying his scarf around his neck as he usually would the weapon against villians.

Shinsou still laid there in defeat, but moved the scarf slightly, lifing a little bit up so he could peak through and see the eraser hero.

"You're almost there. You just need a little bit of motivation. So we're going to play a game" his explained, walking over a little, and his voice as monotone as ever.

Shinsou gave a look of confusion and agreement to play.

"You have 10 seconds to escape. I will be a villian. If you make it to the school gates before I catch you, you win. If I catch you-" he grinned a little, ending his sentence of a cliff hanger.

Shinsou sat up, the scarf falling down off his face and into his lap, he looked down to where the school gates were, a good distance away to practice swinging. And he wasn't sure what would happen if he was caught.

He looked back to his teacher who was stood up straight, looking down at the child from a couple meters away.

"What happens if I'm caught?" He asked, curious with still a monotone voice, much like his mentor.

Eraserhead smirked a little, making the kid uneasy as the teacher never smiled.

"Alright, sure" he said, standing up and smiling a little at the motivation. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and stood tall, ready to play.

The two looked at one another, "ten."

Shinsou span around and was off. He latched onto one of the trees and began to swing beneath them at a steady speed yet as fast as he could.

For his trick to work he needed to go over the threes and launch himself across at least five and stick the landing if he wanted it to succeed. He'd done it a couple times, but could never stick the landing or go across more than 3- ending up halfway through the third.

He kept his vision on his target, the entrance. They were perhaps a mile or so away so he should be able to make it, along with a couple of his tricks along the way. Though he had to land them or it counted for nothing. Aizawa was kind enough to do this for him, help him train and motivate him even when he has his own things to do.

Shinsou saw a thick enough three and quickly dripped himself from his shining, running and latching onto a branch before launching himself upwards above the trees and throwing himself across 3-4 of them before landing in the tree, his scarf latched onto a branch but not having a safe enough landing where he could perpell himself back upwards.. instead falling through the three and dropping himself to the floor.

He swore under his breath as he looked back, Aizawa was no where in sight and could be in any direction coming at him from anywhere. He jumped up and tried to grab the scarf, but it was stuck around one of the branches.

"Shit." Shinsou quickly looked arohnd to see if he could spot his mentor and the villian chasing him but couldn't. So he grabbed onto a branch and tried crawling up the three to his scarf. He balanced himself on the branch it was connected too, luckily strong enough to hold his body weight.

Shinsou tried to untangle it and had realised he'd knotted it in a way he hadn't realised he'd been doing this whole time, quickly fixing his mistake before bring tackled to the ground rather quickly as the scarf fell to the floor.

The boy grunted as he hit the floor, though of course his mentor had tried to keep it both safe and realistic.

The eraser hero had wrapped his own scarf around the training hero's shoulders and arms, latching them together while pinning his knees under his own. Pinned to the ground with dirt in his hair, Shinsou grunted in defeat. Though it wasn't over yet.

"You did well, you travelled over 4 trees that time, but you need to stick your landing better so you can continue moving without hassle." Aizawa commented, giving constructive criticism while pinning the kid down.

"Yeah..." The kid sounded rather disappointed in himself while trying to sound monotone, though his emotions slipping through slightly. Though Aizawa had already planned out how the game would work, and his frown would soon be turned upside down.

"Now you've been captured due to your mistakes, and Villians won't be kind to you" Aizawa mentioned, signalling to Shinsou that the game wasn't over yet.

"This game doesn't end until you make it to the gate or I've had enough, Villians won't give you a break, and neither will I"

"Huh- whahat-" Shinsou began chuckling while Aizawa began to dribbling his fingers along the boys sides between them and his arms. He began to wriggle a little and tilt his head up as he laughed beneath him.

"You're ticklish, hopefully thus will motivate you to escape"

"Whahait- Aiz-hahawa Sensi- heEy!" Aizawa then drilled into the boys stummocj, squeezing it rapidly making him jump while he was trapped. If Aizawa hadn't been sat up straight, the two would have head bumped due to the suddent jolts from the purple hair boy.

"Hehehey! WhAhaiT a mihi- aha- stOhOp!" Shinsou couldn't hold back his laughter as he shook his head and struggled beneath the villians hold.

"Not until you escape or I'm bored, and I'm far from bored Shinsou" Aizawa teased, his voice still very monotone while a grin appeared on his face, followed by a yawn showing he could do this all day if he wanted.

"IhiHi cAhaAnt tAhaAke thHaAt!- AH-" Shinsou looked terrified though had a wide grin on his face, trying to bite back the laughter but bursting out louder when a new spot was targeted around his neck which made him burst out into giggles.

"A hero doesn't take it, they fight back and do what they can. That's what makes a hero a hero, and not a ticklish little boy" Aizawa teased whilst lecturing. Knowing that the boy couldn't stand the tiny tickles on his neck as they sent him into fit's of giggles. He'd seen a class mate do it to him before and had tried it out one time, only to be swatted away followed by many apologies.

"So, will you just take this? Or will you escape?" Aizawa them gripped the boys hips and began squeezing them rapidly, sending the mind hero into hysterical as he jumped around beneath him, laughing loud enough from birds to fly away.

He didn't know what to say and could barely think, just laughing hysterically and knowing he had to get out of this situation because he already knew how evil Aizawa could be when he wanted. He'd once walked in on Aizawa and Mic, and the poor blonde was red in the face and practically a ghost with a smile on his face, forced to stand up wish Aizawa's fingers at his side.

He threw his head around as his hips were attacked. Though something caught his eye. His scarf. It was below the tree only a couple meters away. If he could escape, he could perpel himself further than he had before and hopefully stick the landing this time, having finally realised that he'd been doing his landing clutch wrong this whole time.

His brain was slowly surcoming to mush as he wriggled around, he had to do something quickly or he wouldn't be able to talk to have enough strength to escape at all. Then who knows what could happen. Aizawa wasn't known for having any kinds of soft spots. He would do to him just as he did to Mic if he really wanted.

Shinsou tried to focus, though Aizawa was fixated on the boys hips, knowing exactly how to break him while one hand went to his neck, making him scrunch down.

Shinsou got a quick look at Aizawa, his hair down signalling he wasn't using his quirk. Hopefully this meant he wouldn't realise Shinsou could still try to use his quirk if he wanted. His arms were still wrapped with the cloth but it had now loosened ever so slightly due to the struggling at the hips.

"IhiHi cAnhaAnT! SeheEnsI!" He begged, wrigging and going from hysterical to giggly in a matter of moments.

"You're mine then, tickle tickle" he teased with a straight face, enjoying the bonding and training.

"YohoU haHaVe a mEHeEtiNg tHouUgh rIGHHHTTT?-" Aizawa leant down and blew a raspberry on the kids open neck and gripped his hips with his hands, squeezing rapidly. This would have broken his attempt at using his quirk and all hope for escape.

"Yeah, but that can wait-" Suddenly Aizawa stopped moving entirely. Frozen still with his fingers now at the boys side, barely touching him. His eyes had gone white and he'd stopped everything he was doing. His scarf loosened around Shinsou but he made sure to stay very still. However even in his success he was still giggling and laughing as the fingers barely touching him stoll felt as if they were tickling him slightly, trickling his mind.

'Wait... he still got me?'

Shinsou tried to hold his breath and calm himself down, tears were almost formed in his eyes and he had lightly pink cheeks.

He laughed a little but then looked up at Aizawa, knowing he wouldn't be able to leave the position without the trance breaking and Aizawa trapping him all over again. He needed to breathe, but get revenge and escape.

In a matter of seconds he was out of the scarf and quickly swapped the positions, breaking the transition as he pushed aizawa into the same position he once was, wrapping the hero's own scarf around him before digging into his sides.

He'd never heard his teacher laugh before. But as he dug into his sides he suddenly burst out into a laugh, surprised by the sudden actions of the student. He tried to fight back and realised he was trapped in his own scarf. Shinsou got a little revenge before darting off and grabbing his scarf off the ground.

Now the chase was really on, having knowing what the circumstances were. Aizawa was quick to get out of his reins but even so, Shinsou had wrapped his scarf around the branch and launched himself through the air.

Aizawa looked at him for a minute, Shinsou had gone hight then he ever had before. Letting the scarf connect off the tree and fly around him. It was like he was in slow motion through the air, flying across at least 8 trees before latching onto another one and falling back down. Though this time there was no crash, a couple of leaves in the distance waving together as birds flew away but Aizawa watched from the ground as the kid continued running, perfecting the landing and going straight into running to swinging to flying across the tree tips once again.

He couldn't help but smile at the progress the boy had made. Watching as Shinsou turned around, a grin on his face and red cheeks, looking happier then ever.

"You coming or what, Villain?!" He yelled, rather excited and taunting his mentor before running back off when seeing Aizawa's smirk.

The hero quickly chased after him, taking the invitation from the taunting.

Shinsou kept running, but the only thing that played in his head was one phrase.

"Im gonna be a hero"

A/N: this is so cure I fk love it. I dunno if you've ever been so happy that you can finally be and do exactly who/what you wanna be but it feels exactly like this. It's incredible.

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okeutocalma · 1 year

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Vi que os pedidos estão abertos 👀👀👀

Poderia fazer uma imagine ou Headcanon (qualquer um está bom) com Aizawa com um companheiro com a peculiaridade felina?

Aizawa Shouta.

[Me referi ao leitor como híbrido tmb]

As aulas demoraram mais alguns dias para voltar.

Esses dois dias se passaram sem nada digno importante acontecendo, principalmente apenas [Nome] deitado na janela e lendo os livros romances - corte de névoa e fúria da Sarah J Maas - do seu quarto com seu marido.

— Amor! — o híbrido foi tirado de seus pensamentos e rapidamente olhou para o marido. Eles estavam sentados na varanda de seu apartamento.

[Nome] olhou para baixo e notou que ele estava a um pequeno movimento de derrubar seu telefone da pequena mesinha.

— Desculpe querido. —

Suas pupilas afinadas, a cauda felpuda balançava de maneira calma e descontraída.

O moreno pegou o telefone e o enfiou no bolso.

— Controle-se. — Ele falou enquanto você levantava a mão. — Não! — Ele rapidamente o golpeou sua mão antes que ela tocasse no rosto.

Shouta levou a mão em sua cabeça e fez um carinho atrás da sua orelha, [Nome] ronronou e colocou a cabeça na mesa.

— Você é ridículo. —

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A água estava confortavelmente quente, [Nome] finalmente sentiu seus músculos relaxarem após um longo dia de patrulha.

Felizmente, não havia acontecido muita coisa, para a felicidade do gatuno, e assim eles voltaram mais cedo do que o normal.

Isso deixou o híbrido e seu marido com um raro tempo de inatividade após um jantar.

Houve uma batida em sua porta. Antes que ele pudesse responder, porém, a porta se abriu.

Imerso confortavelmente na água morna, [Nome] estendeu a mão para alguns sabonetes.

— Amor? Tá ai? — Shouta perguntou quando se deparou com um quarto vazio, já que o banheiro ficava atrás de um biombo do outro lado do quarto.

O herói Eraserhead, no entanto, não esperou por uma resposta, apenas caminhou mais para dentro da sala.

— Estou aqui amor! — Você respondeu um pouco mais alto do que normalmente faria.

Ele olhou para trás do biombo, onde você estava sentado na banheira com uma sobrancelha erguida.

— Oh. — Ele disse sem jeito, ficando vermelho. — Vou me banhar com você… — Aizawa falou voltando a face normal, logo tirando o uniforme dele e entrando na banheira contigo.

Seus olhos acompanhavam cada movimento dele, suas pupilas afinadas , cauda se movendo junto das orelhas felpudas.

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Normalmente em momentos como este, enrolado no sofá com o marido casualmente jogado em seu colo como um gato crescido demais.

Respirando profundamente pelo nariz, Shouta tentou muito dizer a si mesmo que ele era um herói de coração frio e não havia absolutamente nada de fofo na maneira como ele podia ver as orelhas de [Nome] se contorcendo e a cauda passando propositalmente em seu nariz.

— Você está ocupando todo o espaço. — Ele resmungou, usando a voz mais áspera que tinha à sua disposição.

Você acomodou-se ainda mais entre as pernas dele, sua barriga cobrindo completamente as coxas do homem mais velho, e virou mais uma página do livro que fingia ler.

— Uhum… Estou. — Ele não parecia se importar muito com a situação que havia criado, [Nome] colocou seu livro de lado… Calhamaço como ele chamava, afinal "Cidade de lua Crescente" é um livro enorme com várias páginas.

O de fios [claros/escuros] se ajeitou de maneira que ele pudesse apoiar a cabeça no peitoral do outro, os olhos se fechando e a respiração deixando-o em um suspiro satisfeito.

Shouta bufou e murmurou para si mesmo o quanto o pai de suas crianças é folgado, mas não fez nada para tentar remover fisicamente seu marido - a quem ele não achava nada adorável, por sinal. Claro que não… Quem ele queria enganar? Ele é apaixonado por seu enorme gato.

Ele certamente não parava de observar aquelas orelhas enquanto elas continuavam se contorcendo e tremendo.

Ambos ficaram igualmente surpresos quando de repente os dedos do moreno se fecharam ao redor da orelha de [Nome], segurando gentilmente a carne [pálida/morena] e passando o polegar ao redor da borda.

— O que te deixou tão nervoso hoje? — Perguntou.

— Eu posso ouvir o vizinho cantando e ele é terrível…

— Toshinori é horrível cantando… Verdade.

Sabendo o quão sensível era a audição de seu marido, Shouta estremeceu.

Ele tinha ouvido seu vizinho - All Might- cantando para si mesmo enquanto estava do lado de fora saindo para trabalhar.

Soltando a orelha em suas mãos, ele deu um tapinha na cabeça de [Nome] com carinho.

Então, já que sua mão estava lá de qualquer maneira, ele começou a acariciar as mechas [brancas/escuras] e macias de cabelo sob a palma da mão.

— E você?

— Eh? Quanto a mim?

— Existe algum motivo específico para você estar tão mal-humorado hoje?

— Rude. Eu não sou mal-humorado.

— Então não há necessidade de eu continuar deitado aqui. Aqui eu pensei que você poderia estar precisando de um pouco de atenção, talvez até mesmo um pouco de afeto. Se você realmente tem outras coisas que prefere fazer, no entanto, ficarei mais do que feliz em deixá-lo fazer isso.

— Não se atreva querido! — Ele falou, passando a mão sobre seu cabelo, ao ver que você encurvou totalmente como um gato ele soltou uma risada.

— Isso é o que eu pensei. — [Nome] respondeu em um tom presunçoso, o fantasma de um sorriso malicioso aparecendo em seu rosto.

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Shouta olhou o marido andando em volta da cama, olhando para ele.

— Que foi [Nome]? — Ele perguntou, a voz sonolenta deixando claro que seu sono tinha sido interrompido.

— Nada… —

Assim que o pobre coitado deitado na cama foi falar algo, ele apenas viu a sombra e ao olhar, viu que seu marido ia cair em cima dele.

— PUTA QUE PARIU [NOME] ! — Ele falou de maneira alta ao sentir você cair em cima dele. — Por que você pulou em cima de mim?

— Você tava quieto, me incomodou.

— Mas?!?

#fanfic #male reader #leitor masculino #boku no hero academia #imagine #aizawa x you #bnha aizawa

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blueberrygiggles · 8 months

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i see you shiver... with antici- pation

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Lee!Shouta and Ler!Hizashi

a/n: happy first day of tickletober! this is not my first-time doing writing challenges, but this is my first time doing tickletober. almost everything is pre-written, so there will be a new fic every day. i’m a bit new at writing tickle fics, but hopefully this is good practice!

day one: anticipation

ao3 mirror: XX

Shouta couldn’t keep the wobbly smile off his face, he could feel the phantom tickles all over… Hizashi hadn’t even touched him yet and he could barely look at his hands without wanting to break into giggles.

“Hizashi, plehease.”

He tilted his head in feigned confusion, “Please what?”

He groaned and tried to hide his face in the pillow he was on, Hizashi snorted at him.

“Just three little words, Shou. Three words and all the anticipation will end.”

Shouta’s face warmed, Hizashi’s smile grew as he watched Shouta fight the internal battle of having to ask for tickles, oh the horror. He loved bringing Shouta to this point, teasing him until his face burned red hot, watching his walls break down… The great Eraserhead brought down by a few wiggly hands. Shouta sighed.

“Hizashi.”

“Yes, dear?”

He purposely avoided Hizashi’s eyes, he wouldn’t be able to ask him if he looked him in the eye.

“Can you just- can you tickle me? Please?”

Hizashi’s eyes softened as his hands landed on Shouta’s sides, he smiled.

“Your wish is my command.”

#blues writing #bnha tickling #mha tickling #.fic #augtickletober2023 #tickle fic

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vrnicky · 2 years

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okay, big list ahead, its not in order-

@ratsoh-writes

Passagetale by @/splynter

-Papyrus ~ (Undertale)

-Asgore ~ (Undertale)

-Grillby ~ (Undertale)

-Thunder ~ (Passagetale AU)

-Monsoon ~ (Yan!Thunder AU)

-Enji Todoroki / Endeavor ~ (Boku No Hero Academia)

-Nagisa Ran ~ (Ensemble Stars!)

-Robin Buckley ~ (Stranger things)

-Jim Hopper ~ (Stranger things)

-Eddie Munson ~ (Stranger things)

-Steve Harrington ~ (Stranger things)

-Freddy Fazbear ~ (FNAF: SB)

-Montgomery Gator ~ (FNAF: SB)

-Shouta Aizawa / EraserHead ~ (Boku No Hero Academia)

-Eijirou Kirishima / Red Riot ~ (Boku No Hero Academia)

-Rumi Usagiyama / Mirko ~ (Boku No Hero Academia)

-Red ~ (Underfell Au)

-Edge ~ (Underfell Au)

-King ~ (Underfell Au)

-Fellby ~ (Underfell Au)

-Stretch ~ (Underswap Au)

-Mutt ~ (Fellswap Au)

-Cash ~ (Swapfell Au)

-Wine ~ (Fellswap Wine Au)

-Coffee ~ (Fellswap Wine Au)

-Paps ~ (Mafiatale Au)

-Boss ~ (Mafiafell Au)

-Butcher ~ (Mafiafell Au)

-Don ~ (Mafiafell Au)

-Honey ~ (Mafiaswap Au)

-Literally Any Papyrus.

-Luigi ~ (Mario bros lol)

-Rosalina ~ (Mario bros)

-Knuckles ~ (Sonic)

-Shadow ~ (Sonic)

-Tails ~ (Sonic)

-Eggman ~ (Sonic: the movie)

-Red guy ~ (dhmis)

-Roronoa Zoro ~ (One Piece)

-Vinsmoke Sanji ~ (One Piece)

-Shanks ~ (One Piece)

-Nightmare Papyrus ~ (outcode Papyrus)

-Ink Papyrus ~ (outcode papyrus)

-Swap!Ink Papyrus ~ (outcode papyrus)

-Young once-ler ~ (the lorax)

-Audrey ~ (the lorax)

-Santa ~ (rise of the guardians)

-Apollo ~ (Animal crossing)

-Goldie ~ (Animal crossing)

-Raymond ~ (Animal crossing)

-Dipper ~ (Gravity falls)

-Stanford ~ (gravity falls)

-Stanley ~ (gravity falls)

There's probably even more but i cant remember anymore lol

#simp list of taco!#ye

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eunchancorner · 2 years

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Kami is the Tickle King! You’re honestly so awesome and I hope you know that! Whenever you have the motivation to write here’s something else I’ve been thinking about! Idk if you do writing for Erasermic Family (found family is the best thing ever, fight me ((not really lol))) but if you do I think the idea of Mic waking everybody up with really loud singing and then getting tickled to make him stop might be fun. If not then idk rn but I can send something else in if you want. :) Olive

Ooooo ok this is interesting. I don’t normally write for found family but ykw? Once can’t hurt. Also I feel like this is kinda revenge from that other EraserMic fic lol

Lers Aizawa, Shinsou, Eri, Lee Yamada

Warning: nothing.. I think. Idk I’m tired

Word count: 1055

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“WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!”

Aizawa jolted out of his sleep at the sudden sound of his husband’s voice blaring through the halls of their shared house, scared for a second until he realized it was just Yamada. The erasure hero sat up slowly as Mic’s voice kept booming within the walls, undoubtedly waking up Shinsou and Eri, too.

“Mic!” he called to the extremely loud blonde, with no answer. “Mic! Hizashi! Yamada! Idiot! Loudmouth!! SHUT UP!!” he kept calling out, still without a response. He was quickly growing annoyed. It was only 7 am on his ONE day off and he wanted nothing more than to sleep in, and he knew Shinsou probably had a similar idea.

He stood and stormed out of his room into the hall, where Mic was still singing loudly, and did the first thing that came to mind.

“SAVE ME FROM THE NOTHING I’VE BEC-EEHEHE!” Hizashi squealed as fingers dug into his sides from behind, nearly accidentally activating his quirk. Eri peeked her head out, looking up at the two. Aizawa was a little shocked at what he had chosen, but it was quickly replaced by a smirk.

“Hey, Shinsou!” the black-haired male called to their son’s room, and he peeked out, his eyes tired and looking a bit annoyed with all the noise.

“What?” he asked as he came fully out of his room, stopping as he saw them. “What’s going on..?”

“Want to help me show this nuisance what for?”

“HEY!” he chuckled a bit at Hizashi’s offended shout.

“Oh, yeah.. He might be my dad, but you don’t just wake someone up by singing Evanescence at 7 am,” Hitoshi said with a smirk.

“I’m surprised you know that,” muttered Hizashi.

“Eh, I listen to it sometimes.”

“Aren’t you two getting a little distracted?” Aizawa butted in, feeling a bit of satisfaction as Shinsou smirked a bit and Yamada started forcing down a smile, realizing his fate. Eri tilted her head as she came completely out, looking at her dads and brother, confused and curious.

“Right, we’ve got to teach dear ol’ dad here to not sing at 7 on the one day we can all sleep in,” Shinsou agreed.

“W-w-wait, I-I just want to s-spend the day togehether! C-can’t we talk about this?” the blonde attempted to reason, which got no reaction from the other two other than menacing chuckles that sent chills down his spine. “E-Eri, help!”

“I dunno…” the small girl finally spoke. “You were loud… I kinda wanna help them.’

“Oh come on!” Mic protested before yelping as he was pinned down. He looked up to see Aizawa sitting on his arms, smirking down at him, Shinsou hovering over his left side while Eri came into view on his right. He felt nervous giggles bubbling in his chest as the three loomed over him menacingly, his giggles only growing louder at one minor detail.

“What’s got you so giggly, dear? We’re not even tickling yet~” Aizawa asked his hubby.

“Y-youhu… you look upside down!” Hizashi giggled out, giggling louder at the faux-enraged yell by Shota.

“OH that is IT!” the ravenette belted before digging into Hizashi’s underarms, making him laugh even louder. The two kids took it as their signal and attacked their poor dad, Hitoshi digging into his sides while Eri squished his belly, making the blonde fall into loud laughter that nearly made him lose control of his quirk.

“WAHAHAHAIT! AHAHAHA NOHO I’M SOHOHOHORRYYYY!” Yamada begged immediately, causing the purple-haired teen beside him to laugh a bit.

“Jeez, Dad, you’d think a pro hero would last soo much longer.”

“SHUHUHUHUT- EEP!”

“That’s not nice, Papa!” Eri playfully scolded him, poking at his soft tum, causing him to squeak.

“I’ve never heard Dad squeak before, that’s new,” Shinsou noted.

“Oh you should have been around when we started dating. I’d poke his belly so much he sounded like an angry mouse. Ah, to be young again..” Aizawa briefly reminisced, his digging switching to fluttering that drove Yamada up the wall.

“IHI DIHIHID NAHAHAT!!” he tried to sound offended, though that’s kinda hard when you’re laughing your butt off.

“Oh you absolutely did, and I promise Nemuri can prove that. She would always get you to shut up whenever you started going on a rant about how ‘amazingly muscular’ you were. No matter how hard your abs get, your tummy is always gonna be soft.”

“And ticklish!” added Eri.

“And ticklish,” Aizawa agreed.

“SHUHUHUT!!”

“Ohh Dad, you should know to stop saying that,” Shinsou said as Aizawa pulled his hands away and cracked his fingers.

“Get him, Dad!!” Eri cheered as Shinsou and her pulled their hands away, and as Yamada slowly stopped giggling, he looked up at his dear husband, got a sudden understanding of what was happening and panicked.

“W-w-wait, Sho, y-you don’t have to do this!!” the blonde pleaded as his black-haired husband’s hands lowered towards his ribs and froze, just inches away from them. He locked eyes with Shouta, those glowing red irises a sure sign that at least he wasn’t going to hurt anyone with his quirk.

And then he struck.

Mic’s laugh was silent under the effect of Aizawa’s quirk, forcing his quirk to shut off, and giving a tiny nod as clearance for the other man. He was released, but the laugh that came out could rival his quirk. “SHOHOHOHOHO NAHAHA STAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!”

“Woah, Dad, I know you’re the voice hero but god!” Shinsou attempted to speak over the cackling. Eri giggled on Mic’s other side. “Yeah, Papa! You’re so loud!”

“You hear that, Zashi?” Aizawa spoke over his voice, “You need to quiet down~”

Yamada tried to answer, he really did, but it’s hard to speak when your husband is digging into your worst spot without mercy, especially when his voice is just so teasy that it made everything so much worse.

“PLEEEHEHEHEHE NAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAHA!! SHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAA!”

Finally, he gave a signal, stamping his foot on the floor, and finally, Shouta let up, pulling him into a hug, which was quickly joined by the two kids.

The poor blonde struggled to stop his giggle fit, mumbling around them as he tried to make sense of his own words, until he heard Eri speak up.

“Papa, this is why you don’t sing super early!”

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I’m done :>

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giggly-squiggily · 3 years

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No More Pouting! (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! I can’t stop with the MHA content, I’m sorry! butnotreally I’ve just been loving the series so much! My next few fics will be requests, I promise! X3

Anyway, this particular fic is based off of This TikTok The idea of Aizawa pouting when he’s mad is so cute to me, I just can’t- MY HEART!

It’s also based off These prompts! I saw them and thought they were so dang cute!!! Anyway, I hope you like it!

Aizawa was mad at him.

But was he really though-oh! Oh yeah...he was mad.

The tired teacher was currently sitting on the couch, arms crossed and slumped back in his seat, glaring viciously into space. It would have been a more intimidating sight had his lips not formed that adorable pout he always seemed to dawn when angry.

Hizashi peeked over the couch, pulling at his gloved fingers as he tried to gauge just how angry his husband was at him. When he got home, he didn’t get a welcome back, not that he expected one from him today.

Taking a deep breath, the blonde man shuffled over so he was standing beside his husband, kneeling so they were eye level. Yep, still pouting. Still angry. “Shouta...H-Hey baby…” The brunette’s eyes briefly looked at him before going back to angrily staring. Good, he’s at least acknowledging him. Hizashi put on his best puppy eyes, bowing his head slightly to add to the effect. “I’m sorry Shouta...I didn’t mean to keep you up all night. I was just so nervous about the radio show, and you know how I get-” He paused, taking a breath. No excuses. “Please forgive me?”

There was a brief moment of silence before Aizawa’s eyes shifted to Hizashi again. When he looked away once more, his tense posture relaxing slowly. “Fine...I forgive you. For now.” Hizashi’s eyes lit up, and he quickly scrambled into his husband’s lap with a laugh. “Oh yeah! I won’t make you regret it!”

“I already do...” Aizawa grumbled, blushing slightly when Hizashi kissed his cheek. He was still pouting though. “Aww, are you still mad at me?” He nuzzled his husband’s cheek with his nose, wrapping his arms around the brunette’s thin torso. “Come on, now. You know you love me.” Aizawa turned away, pout still in place. Hizashi chuckled, hands moving back so they sat on his husband’s waist. “Come on, say you love me.” He teased, wiggling his fingers oh so gently.

Aizawa startled, hands uncrossing to latch onto Hizashi’s. “M-Mic! Don’t you d-dare…” he stammered, those pouting lips starting to flatten with a restrained smile. Hizashi grinned, keeping his tickly touch incredibly light. “Aww, are you done pouting? I was just enjoying it! You’re so cute when you pout Shouta!” The brunette blushed even more, his lips quirking into a reluctant smile. Between Hizashi’s teasing and tickling, he’d be done for soon enough. “M-Mic! Stahap!” He yelped when his husband's hands shot upward, targeting that awful spot along his top rib, just beneath his armpits.

“GAH! Ehahhahehahhahahhhaa! H-Hihhihihhiihizahhiiihiihihihi!” The somber man couldn’t hold back the bursts of laughter now, squirming in vain beneath his grinning husband. “Hehehe! There it is! While I love that adorable pout of yours, Shouta, nothing beats the sweet sound of your laugh! Say you love me!” The energetic blonde laughed, fingers speeding up to draw out all those sweet sounds.

“Hehehahhahahhahahahha! H-Hhihiihihiihhizashshshshi! Pleehehehehehahshhshshse!” Aizawa guffawed, sinking deeper into the couch and attempting to hide his flushed face beneath his scarf. It would have worked, had Hizashi not dived in after him, nuzzling his neck and kissing the sensitive skin, making Aizawa squeak. “Aww! You’re still as ticklish as you were when we were kids! I love it! I also love you, my darling eraserhead!” Hizashi teased into his ear, making Aizawa somehow more flustered. Grinning, the blonde pulled back, letting one hand fall to Aizawa’s leg. “Speaking of, if I recall correctly…”

Aizawa barely had time to catch his breath before he full-body spasmed, throwing his head back as loud guffaws escaped his lips, Hizashi’s hand latched onto his thigh, squeezing the muscles. “GAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! MIHIHIIHIHIC NHOOHOHOHOHOHO!” He cried, trying in vain to pull off the blonde’s strong claw grip. “Hehe, still your worst spot, eh, Shouta? You know; Hitoshi had the same reaction when I tickled him. I wonder if it’s a father-son thing?” He laughed along with his cackling husband, playing his leg like a mini guitar.

“AHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! OHOHOOHKAY! OHOHOHOKAY! I GIHIHIHIVE!” Finally, after what felt like forever, Aizawa finally gave in. Hizashi released his leg, turning back around and facing his flustered, breathless husband. “You give in? Yay! So, what is it?” He teased, running his fingers gently against the brunette’s sides once more, earning a stream of giggles. “Ahehehahhaha! Ohhohokay! Ohoohohokay Ihihihi lohohohohove yohohoohhu!” Hizashi smiled at this, finally stopping his tickle attack. “Aww! See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

The brunette rolled his eyes, falling back into the couch with an exhausted sigh. “Hehe...heh...you’re tohoho much…” He got out, letting the blonde reach up and wipe the tears of mirth off his cheeks. “I know, and you love every bit of it.”

Aizawa glared halfheartedly, though his lips didn’t get a chance to pout before Hizashi swept in, stealing them into a kiss. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against Aizawa’s, running his thumb against his cheek. “I love you.”

The tired man sighed, though he was smiling now. “I love you too.” Suddenly his eyes turned red, his quirk activated. “Though I’d love you more after I get my revenge!” With that, he leapt onto his husband, fingers flying, filling the room around them with bright, cackly laughter once more.

I hope this was good! Thanks for reading!

#mha/bnha #erasermic #implied erasermic family #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic #eraserhead #tickle #tickle fic #Lee!aizawa #ler!hizashi #I adore these two so much!

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yourshysstuff · 3 years

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Hey I have another request, how about with the sentence starter: "Nezu! Get out of there! Your fur tickles!" involving lee!Aizawa and ler!Principal Nezu (I'm talking about the scene where Nezu is burried in Aizawa's scarf because I honestly think that would tickle a lot to him)

AHH! I love that idea! There really isn't enough Nezu tickle blog's, so I enjoy hearing this one! I hope you enjoyed!

"Noho, wait! Nehezu! Get ohout! Your fur t-tihickles!" Shivered the black haired male. He was unbothered but willed to stop Nezu from borrowing and nuzzling into his skin and scarf, he knew it gave him warmth, but surely there was other ways rather then make poor Shota suffer in place. Right? No, it was horribly wrong, when Aizawa turned his head, he only felt his fluffy fur nuzzle more to escape his scarf, "Nehezu!" He called, the principal chuckling, "Yes, Shota?" He'd say while huffing to get out, deciding to try and crawl up Aizawa's neck to get out, only making Aizawa shutter and giggle more.

"My oh my, Eraserhead, I'm only trying to get out and here you are giggling your butt off!" Nezu said with a light chuckle, Aizawa making a snort within his giggly state. "N-Nehezu, plehease juhust hop ohout!" He attempted to whisper, but dang it was difficult. Let's just say this'll take quite a while.

#bnha tickle #mha tickle #bnha tickling #mha tickling #bnha #principal nezu #eraserhead #mha nezu #aizawa shouta

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august-anon · 3 years

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Maaaybeee Lee!Aizawa & Ler!Mic and 47? Thaankys! >w<

Yeah yeah bud, coming right up!!! And thanks for being patient and waiting on this, I know i took FOREVER lol

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47. “Just come down… I promise I won’t do anything. ”

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Lounge Day

Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Mic

Word Count: 934 words

Summary: Shouta had made it rather clear how he wanted the day to go, but what fun was that without a chase?

[ao3 link]

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Shouta barely payed attention to where he was running. There were footsteps thudding behind him, growing ever closer, and he didn’t have time to consider his next course of action. He maneuvered solely based on autopilot, not even daring to glance behind him to check on his pursuer.

Of course, that all proved to be a mistake when Shouta found himself trapped in a dead-end. Why had his auto-pilot drawn him into the kitchen, of all places? Left with nowhere to hide and no ideas left, Shouta flew forward and scrambled up onto the refrigerator with barely a moment to spare. He felt his attacker’s fingers just barely graze the hem of his shirt as he pulled himself up.

Hizashi laughed from the floor. “Shou, come on! Really?”

Shouta grumbled, huddling back in the furthest corner on the fridge. He wished he had his capture scarf on him, then he could use it to fight back or restrain Hizashi while he made another break for it. Unfortunately, Shouta was left feeling bare and bereft in his lounge clothes, having been preparing for a lazy day at home with his husband.

But that person standing in the middle of their kitchen, that was not Shouta’s husband. No, they may have shared the same face, the same body, even the same smell, but that was not Hizashi on the floor.

That was the Tickle Monster.

“Just come down,” Hizashi goaded, reaching out a hand as if offering to help Shouta off the fridge. “I promise I won’t do anything.”

“Liar,” Shouta said.

Hizashi stepped closer to the fridge. “Oh, come on, like you weren’t asking for it. Stretching out your tickle spots all perfectly for me to see, putting your feet in my lap. You’re wearing shorts, Shou-babe.”

A traitorous heat rose to Shouta’s cheeks. Okay, maybe he had been trying to goad Hizashi into it. Maybe he had been trying to tease Hizashi by stretching out just right for his shirt to raise up and show his tummy. Maybe he had worn shorts than conveniently left his sensitive thighs vulnerable. Maybe he had placed his feet in Hizashi’s lap as a taunt, a dare, to do what they both wanted him to do.

But what was the fun in all of that without a good chase to finish things off?

Hizashi sighed. “Hey, Shouta. If I read this wrong, if you really don’t want this, say the word and we’ll go back to our movie, okay? No strings attached, no secret attacks, just cuddles and cookies and a movie we’ll eventually stop paying attention to so we can make out.”

While that didn’t necessarily sound like a bad day in, in fact, it sounded nearly-perfect, it wasn’t what Shouta had in mind for that day. Shouta didn’t move from his place on the fridge, and he resolutely kept his mouth shut.

After a few moments, Hizashi spoke up again, this time his tone far more sly, “Or maybe, the grumpy cat needs to be teased off the fridge and into my tickly arms. What do you say, Shouta?”

Shouta shifted a little where he sat, but he didn’t reply.

“Alright, if we’re not gonna do cuddles and a movie, here’s how I think the day should go. I think I’ll carry you back to the couch and sit you in my lap, and I’ll wrap my arms around you so you can’t get away. And then I’ll make you stay quiet while I tickle you and we watch a movie.

I’ll start at your sides. They’re not the most ticklish, but they definitely get you squirming. And then I’ll trick you into thinking I’m moving up to your ribs, but then my hands will jump down to your knees and I’ll blow little raspberries on your neck--”

Shouta’s face was on fire at this point. His pulse was sky-rocketing and his stomach was filled his anticipatory butterflies. It was embarassing how easily Hizashi could get him into this state. The powerful, stoic Eraserhead, reduced to nothing but a flustered puddle with just a few words.

“Then I’ll just barely tease your thighs with the tips of my fingers, making you so scared that I’m going in for the kill so soon, but I’ll pull back. I’ll spider and skritch up and down your ribs until you’re squealing, but of course I won’t have mercy. Because that’s not what you want, is it, Shou?”

Shouta whimpered, hiding his face. It wasn’t fair how well Hizashi knew him.

“And then I’ll move onto that cute little tummy of yours. It hides all the sweetest giggles, doesn’t it? I’ll make sure to tickle it all over, not one sensitive spot left untouched--”

That was it. Shouta wasn’t going to sit here and listen to Hizashi describe his torment to him when he could be living it. Slowly, carefully, anxiously, Shouta slid off the fridge and onto the floor, standing in front of Hizashi. Hizashi, for his part, looked far too smug.

“Looks like I was right, grumpy cat.”

And apparently, Hizashi wasn’t even going to wait until they were back to the couch. He pulled Shouta into his arms and started scratching at his shoulder blades without any warning, leaving Shouta to clutch frantically at his shirt and smother his laugh in Hizashi’s neck.

“A little taste of the rest of your day, for you,” Hizashi murmured into his ear before placing a gentle kiss there, and even that tickled.

Shouta had really dug his own grave with this one. He couldn’t find it in himself to mind.

#tickle fic #My writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #bnha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #erasermic

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coldsoupbowl-blog · 3 years

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For The Sake Of Better Times (Ler Hawks/Lee Dabi)

This has been a long time coming bruh. Hope you like it Eevee my heart and soul was poured into this. Love you and everything that you do <3

When you see big bad villains on TV or on the big screen, you usually see them in the midst of an incredible battle. Guns blaring, fiery explosions, big declarations of their victory over the hero. All of these big productions of turning the world into something that fits their own worldview, even if that worldview is broken and demented. One often wonders what's going on behind the mind of someone who has that worldview; one who sees a perfectly fine place as disgusting and corrupt. Because they've been through the disgusting and corrupt, and they know that not everyone's glass walls have been shattered as theirs has. The big explosions and wide killing sprees and wild maniacal laughter of a textbook villain is nothing compared to the wild currents blurring their mind and storming their heart.

The League of Villains, a villain organization made up of powerful quirk abusers and double agents had no current agenda as of today. Most of the patrons that made up the alliance were residing in their hideout, a hollowed-out building that was restored to resemble a bar service. One of the villains that participated in the League, Dabi, occupied a bar stool and watched the latest news intently from the flat screen in the corner of the room.

A new interrogation method against villains was being proposed by the Hero Commission, the spokesperson reported, an interrogation method that would take a sensitivity-heightening quirk and develop it into a mass-produced serum. This serum, once administered, would take the subjects five senses and heighten them to make nearly any stimuli incredibly uncomfortable. Using this, tools and extra manpower would be unnecessary seeing as how the subject would be sensitive to almost anything that would be thrown at them.

Dabi rolled his lidded eyes at this. What a pathetic way of saying that the Hero Commission couldn't handle the enemies as they came, they had to power them down as well as they could to get the upper hand. Taking advantage of the villain's five senses just for interrogation purposes seemed inhumane. Another patron to the League of Villains, Himiko Toga, didn't have the same reaction to this news, however.

"Ehehehee!~ Doesn't that sound so thrilling, Dabi-Kun? Being unable to resist anything the interrogators decide to do to your unwilling body, whether you liked it or not? What if the interrogator is cute, all of your forced reactions will be the product of their actions against you! Ooooh, my heart is pounding!~" Toga smiled dreamily and twirled around like a princess, although Dabi didn't know any princesses who wielded knives with dried blood crusted over the blade. Toga threw herself onto Dabi's shoulders and pinched the spikes that his onyx hair naturally made when it was tousled like this.

"Say you agree with me, Dabi-Kun~ We can be freaks together!" Toga's voice dropped to a seductive mutter in Dabi's ear, but this had no effect on him. The villain wasn't attracted to girls like Toga, or girls of any nature, now that he was finding out. He was about to reply, surprisingly, before he felt a finger slide down his side. He felt the pressure end at the top of his hip, but to this, he only gazed at Toga's hand to make sure the blonde villain didn't pull anything. Toga visibly pouted when the male villain didn't give her the reaction she wanted.

"Dabi-Kun! You're not ticklish? Why nooot? No tickles for big bad Blueflame?" Toga's fingers started to wriggle over Dabi's left side, but he simply watched. Watching the fingers slide over his cotton shirt made a memory flashbang in his mind, but the vision soon slid away once he thought about it. The bored villain slapped away his partner's hand and signaled the barkeep, Kurogiri, for a drink.

"I don't have time for kid games like those." He said simply. This caught the attention of a certain personality in the room, a personality that not everyone was excited to see, but his presence was necessary nevertheless. The number two hero on the Pro Hero Charts, Keigo Takami, or Hawks, peered up above the couch he was seated on to get a glimpse of the onyx villain. The double agent's amber eyes shone in the dim lighting as something that the villain said piqued his interest.

"Oh boo. You and Shiggy-Kun aren't ticklish like I want you to be. This place would be so much cuter if you were! Maybe I can steal a few of those serums from the Hero Commission and turn you into my little-" Toga daydreamed out loud, but a swooshing sound interrupted behind her, like a pile of feathers were thrown onto a chair. In a sense, they were. The double agent Hawks had selected a barstool to sit in next to Dabi, which Dabi groaned at. Hawks gave Toga a warm smile despite their different lines of profession.

"Himiko, Shig-Man needs to see ya in his office. Said it was urgent, and you know he hates to wait. Maybe he overheard your serum idea and wants to play a prank on Twice." At this, Toga swooned and gave a girlish squeal of excitement.

"Oh, how exciting! I already know the table I want to strap him into!~" The blonde villain skipped out of the room, humming a sweet song despite her knife scraping up the plaster on the walls as she ran past. Hawks watched her leave and shook his head, turning back to see Kurogiri handing Dabi his drink.

"So, Staples, when you say that you don't have time for certain kid games, what exactly are those kid games? Are you saying that you played different games when you were a kid?" Dabi threw the conniving man a sideways glance as he finished the sip of his darkly colored drink.

"Staples? The hell kinda name is that? It's Dabi, and nothing more. Secondly, you don't get to know the kid games I played when I was younger. Because I didn't play any of them." Dabi's tone was quiet but forceful. Sometimes that was scarier than being loud and upfront. Hawks, or Keigo, drummed his fingers over the wooden barkeep. Dabi's response didn't scare him, not this time anyway; it riled him up. His crimson wings were puffed up and clearly agitated like an upset bird.

"So what did you do over the course of your childhood then? You didn't pop up in the gutter at 24 years old and just start blowing shit up." Keigo was needling for something; he didn't know what it was exactly, he just wanted to get any indication that Dabi had been happy at least once in his life. Maybe happy with a childhood friend-

"Let it alone before I turn you into a burnt chicken wing," Dabi growled and shoved his barstool back to stalk out of the room. Kurogiri watched silently. Keigo's left leg bounced as he thought up an idea to look inside Dabi's past. There was something that the blonde hero was looking for, and maybe with enough pressure, Dabi would give it up. Keigo sniffed and looked up to the television, the Pro Hero Eraserhead speaking on the panel about the developments of the sensitivity-heightening serum.

"-serum is now being trial-tested against our own strongest participants. This project will put an end to cruel and unusual interrogation methods. The Hero Commission recognizes that these villains are wicked, yes, but they still deserve to be treated with a level of dignity and respect that these new developing methods will offer. Thank you very much for your time." The tired hero stood from his chair and bowed towards the reporters who were all asking their questions at once. Keigo's wings suddenly perked up with an incredible idea.

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"Yeah, Shig said he wanted us in the conference room. Something about this sensitivity-heightening serum has him rubbed the wrong way." Keigo relayed onto Dabi, who was walking right next to the conniving hero. The hero's heart was racing. Two days after the incident at the bar, the number two hero had pulled some strings with the scientists creating the serum and had them form it into a gas. He had them make it under confidential means. It was the chloroform gas that was the hard part to set up-

"Whatever it is, let's get done with it. I got shit to do." So short and to the point with him. Keigo was jealous of Dabi's straightforward demeanor. Alright, the room was almost here. Just a little bit further before Dabi realized that they were needed in the conference room that was on the other side of the building.

The golden double agent and the onyx villain walked into a decontamination hallway, the doors on either side locking and bolting shut. Dabi looked visibly confused before it was replaced with his usual bored expression. The villain turned to the hero for an explanation. Keigo shrugged nonchalantly.

"You know the boss. Every precaution is not nearly enough..." Dabi had turned his back on the hero as he narrowed his eyes towards the chambers that held the decontaminating spray. There were black nozzles screwed onto the chambers that hadn't been there before. Dabi's cyan eyes flew open as a thin vapor began to seep into the chamber. Keigo had just clamped a mask over his own mouth and nose as Dabi was already losing consciousness, his knees striking the floor and his hands sending out small defensive flames. Keigo relished a quick moment of pride as he watched the hardened villain choke on the powerful gas, his head already rolling to the side in defeat.

The hero knelt down beside Dabi and held his cheek; the insane murderer looking almost innocent in his peaceful rest. "Poor Dabi. You'll realize soon enough that I'm doing you a favor. You and I both need to find out what happened to Touya Todoroki.."

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The room was cold, freezing even, as if the cold air were needles sticking into his skin. He was too aware of his surroundings even with his eyes closed; the biting leather strapped over his arms and legs, his soft cotton shirt now a lead weight on his chest, his soft aerodynamic hair now a dense mat on his forehead. It was incredibly bizarre and uncomfortable; it was like he was feeling everything all at once. And not just feeling; The dim lights in the room were bright enough to him that they stabbed into his shut eyes, he could taste the acrid gas that had knocked him out on his tongue despite it being hours since that had happened, the low buzzing of the generator outside of this holding cell was a high enough frequency to give him a headache. The skin stitched between his scarred skin and pale skin were like live wires sparking against his nerves.

"Sensory overload, must be absolute hell. I can't imagine what it must feel like. Then again I'm not really interested in finding out. Oh, and don't try to get yourself out with your flames. Not only will it hurt like hell against your sensitive skin, but your quirk has been canceled out anyway. I totally didn't have some guests over while you were konked to help me set this up...and take pictures of you." The voice that was speaking to Dabi sounded like he was fighting back a laugh. It was also damn loud and obnoxious, more so than with this sensitivity-heightening serum coursing through his veins.

Dabi's lidded eyes opened with a furiousness in his pupils so honest that Keigo swallowed nervously. Dabi had his arms strapped outward on either side of him, his palms face up and clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Leather straps were pulled tight over his biceps, forearms, and wrists. A belt laid dangling by the side of the table in case his midsection needed restraint, and his legs were held down at his thighs, above his knees and his ankles. Keigo couldn't help but look him over a few times; the villain looked like he was made just to be on this table and in these restraints.

"Let. Me. Out. Before I set your skeleton on fire." Dabi growled, and pulled on the restraints. They were tight and unforgiving, no wiggling room here. Whatever was in that serum also made sure to sap him of his strength; the once strong villain felt as if he were made of liquid. Keigo shook his head and tsked, walking over to place a hand on Dabi's belly. The hero's light hand felt like a five-pound weight on the sensitive villain. Dabi watched the hero's every move, although it didn't feel like nearly enough to prepare him for what was to come.

"Tsk tsk, little blueflame. You really think I'd set you free after everything I've done to get you here? Not to mention," Keigo's luminous golden eyes looked up to Dabi's cyan ones, a hardened seriousness in the pupils, "that you're a convicted child abductor." Keigo removed his hand from Dabi's chest, and Dabi took in a deep breath once Keigo had looked away. The villain felt as if a weight had been removed from his chest. This serum was horribly effective; it almost made him sick.

Keigo turned back to Dabi and cracked his knuckles. Dabi started to sweat; he had no idea just how elevated his nerve endings were and how they would receive everything, but he felt like all of his nerves were standing on the edge of his skin, just underneath the surface. Despite his anxiety, Dabi cleared his throat and shook his head.

"I'm no child abductor. That brat from UA was Shigaraki's project. I knew the kid was bad news from the start." His voice came out evenly, thank God. But this didn't convince Hawks. Keigo walked back over to Dabi and inspected his restraints. The fun must be about to start, Dabi involuntarily thought in his head. He took choppy breathes, wondering what torture would be first on the docket.

"Nah ah ah, not Bakugou. I'm talking about Touya Todoroki. He's been missing for about 10 years now. He came from a loving family with siblings and friends alike...but he suddenly disappeared. And you were the last one to have been seen around him." Dabi's heart flipped at the name. He didn't know why, he's never heard the name before. But something settled in his stomach like a fluttering of butterfly wings. Keigo placed his hands flat on the table on either side of Dabi, the warmth of his skin was even felt against Dabi's hypersensitive nerves.

"You're gonna tell me what you did to Touya Todoroki, even if I have to force you." Dabi looked at Keigo like he was a crazy person. He's never taken a kid named Touya, but his body felt like it remembered the name even if his brain didn't. Dabi cleared his throat and hardened himself before looking back up at Keigo.

"Whatever you do won't get the truth. You have the wrong guy, and even if I did have any idea what you're talking about, I wouldn't give you shit." Keigo chuckled darkly at this and set his bare fingers up to Dabi's triceps and traced along the muscled lines in his skin. Keigo hardened his own expression, flat gold disks looking into even blue plains, and smirked at Dabi's immediate reaction. The villain had twitched and jolted in his chair, his fists balling up and his muscles flexing underneath the leather straps.

"We'll see about that. Oh-ho-ho, we'll see." The blonde hero kept his smirk on his face as Dabi tried to worm away from the alien sensations; Keigo lightly tracing his fingers underneath the villain's twitching arms. Dabi hasn't felt a sensation this light in years; he's completely forgotten anything could feel so gentle and tingly.

"Ya know Stitches, this sensitivity-heightening quirk caught my eye for a reason. The scientists who developed it reported that nerves the subject thought had gone dormant years ago were suddenly reawakened, like the kindles of a dying fire bursting into bright flames in a split second." Dabi's fingers knuckled, his breath hitching as Keigo's fingers skittered nearest to his open armpits, but scuttled back at the last second. Dabi shuddered and let out his breath silently. Keigo however, soaked in every delicious reaction with a sadistic hunger.

"At first I thought, "There's no way hardened lowlife criminals could be so sensitive to such small stimulus. Bright lights, loud music, gross smells-" Keigo took both of his pointer fingers and circled them around the outer rim of Dabi's armpits, which made Dabi's eyes fly open and suck in his breath. The damn tingles were climbing in his arms and fluttering in his chest, like there was a swarm of butterflies caged in behind his ribs. "-light touches~ Oh don't tell me these light touches are doing anything for you, are they? They're already drawing out such animated expressions from the most stoic man I've ever seen stalk this earth."

Dabi's stomach was jumping, like he was going uphill on a rollercoaster, just waiting for the descent. The onyx villain's fingers relaxed, however, once Keigo drew his own fingers away from the sensitive spot. Keigo quirked his lips and held his chin, in a thinking pose before the restrained criminal. The blonde hero resembled a butcher standing over a cow carcass, wondering which part of the animal he was gonna slice up first. Dabi swallowed in a dry throat as he chose his words cautiously. As he opened his mouth to speak, Keigo pointed a finger to the ceiling as he thought up what he wanted to say with a delighted grin on his face.

"Of course. There just so happens to be a word for this phenomenon, these light touches that feel like they're taking over your body~" Keigo suddenly swooped in close to Dabi and layered all ten of his fingers onto Dabi's raised individual ribs. Dabi's eyes stared right into the double agent's unreadable expression as the fingers started to press in.

"It's called 'tickling', the kid games that you were dissing earlier. Looks like we have all the time in the world to play them now, right little blueflame? And you're just sensitive enough to enjoy them this time with me~" Keigo's fingers shook into Dabi's ribs, each finger taking up a bone and vibrating into it. Dabi winced instinctively, but instead of pain, he found maddening consistent tingles. Ungracefully, the villain let out a snort and started letting out frantic giggles. His muscled arms pulling on the restraints and his legs hitched up to try and curl into a ball.

"Pffmmt- H-Hahahawks! S-Stohohop thihihis nahahahaow!" Deep baritone laughs rumbled out from Dabi's chest without his consent. There was no restraining or trying to keep back his giggles. Keigo's fingers were like lead weights scribbling on his hypersensitive skin. Keigo had a proud look on his face; he was half-expecting for something like this to simply not work on Dabi. But it seemed the exact opposite was true. This was working a little TOO well; with the hardened criminals face bright and squinted in a look of happiness.

"Mmhmm... If you wanna tell me what happened to Touya Todoroki, I'd be more than happy to help you. On the other hand, though, it looks like you're missing some ribs there, kid. Wouldn't want ya walking around with half an empty ribcage, now would we~" Keigo narrowed his eyes with a smirk on his face as he started from the top of Dabi's ribcage and made sure to scritch each bone and count loudly enough for the villain to hear.

"Ooone...twooo...threee-" "Keihehehego stohohohop!" "Mmmm...I don't think 'stop' is an acceptable number, I'll have to start aaaall the way back at the top~" With Dabi's arms spread on either side of him, every time he bucked to rid himself of the sensation just pushed the hero's lead fingers into his sensitive skin. His skin felt as if Keigo's fingers were actually about to reach inside of him and count the bare bones of his skeleton.

The blonde hero took a moment, stilling his fingers, to watch Dabi's reactions to his stimulus. A bright smile infused with mirth was spread across his face; his eyes already glittering over with tears, and his fluffy hair crowned his head to make him look like a bashful giggling kid. His cheeks were dusted over with a light pink from all his hard chuckles. Keigo bit his tongue to keep back the truth; he wanted to blurt it all out for Dabi so they could hurry up and reminisce together.

The hero covered up his torture stopping by becoming all business and suddenly gripping Dabi's chin to force him to look up into his golden eyes. Dabi was woozy from his lack of oxygen, a dumb smile still plastered across his face. It made Hawks' heart do kickflips, but he couldn't speak to that now.

"Touya Todoroki was declared a missing person 10 years ago on October 25th, 2010. What did you do with him? Is he still alive? When is his birthday?" Keigo threw all of these questions at once at the dumbfounded villain. The villain tried to jerk his head out from the hero's grip but the hero held on tight.

"I told you already you fucking dumbass birdbrain! I never abducted any kid! The squirt probably got hit by a train or was bullied to death by some bastard schoolkids!" That last yelp of desperation left his chest without him realizing what he said. Bullied to death....bullied? Something about that doesn't feel right. Like...it's true. Maybe the kid was bullied. It's almost as if... I've experienced it-

Dabi's thoughts were suddenly scattered with his own bouncing cackles; Hawks' fingers gripping his slender sides and squeezing into them. Hawks made sure to hold onto his bottom ribs and taze them while his thumbs squished into the criminal's skin. Dabi jerked on his leather restraints as the cords of his neck stood out on the surface of his skin from his insane laughter.

"GAHAHAHAD!! STAHAHAHAP!! I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOW SHIHIHIT!! I SWEHEHEAR!!' The criminal's eyes screwed shut tightly in his laughter, the vibrations so deep and pronounced that it felt like it was inside of him. Dabi's knees pulled up and slammed back down on the table in an attempt to do anything to get out of this situation, but his restraints were too tight. Keigo had a VERY amused look on his face at this recent development.

"Swearing already?~ That's cause for celebration, isn't it? Bravo to our modern scientists for creating something so malicious that it made our hardened criminal swear within the first five minutes~ Although, it doesn't answer my question. Where is Touya Todoroki? What color is his hair? What outfit was he wearing on the day you captured him?" Keigo threw nonsense questions at Dabi to see how he would react to them. Of course, Keigo already knew all of the answers, in part anyway, but he wanted to see how this villain would crack under the pressure. The hero's fingers vibrated in Dabi's lowest ribs as his thumbs massaged in two places on his lean belly. Keigo tried not to look for too long at the villain's contracting abs.

Dabi's limbs were restless in their quest to try and weasel their way out of this situation; his legs and arms squirming and wrestling against the restraints. Dabi's fists balled up to try and fight the maddening tingling sensations, and his hips bucked up like the bronco he was only to slam down on the table once more. Keigo felt like he was tickling the riding bull you find in dive bars and the like.

"I SAHAHAID I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOW THE FUHUHUCKING KID!! YOU GAHAHAHA!-" Dabi's deep rumbling laughter soon turned into high pitched hysterical giggles. Keigo's crimson wings had accidentally fluttered over the criminal's belly as he had shifted in his place. Keigo looked back at his magnificent wings and soon had a horrible look shadow over his face. The hero's fingers stilled once more as he plucked a feather out from his own wing. Dabi's cyan eyes were rolled to the back of his head as he laid limp on the table; his mouth open and sucking in as much oxygen as possible.

"I don't think that's gonna cut it, Patches. I want real answers, not this tippy-toe bullshit you keep pulling on me. I'm gonna get what I'm looking for even if it means I have to kill you." His voice was deep and serious enough for Dabi to perk up and look at him. Dabi didn't care about dying; he even welcomed it at this point just to get out of this damn table. Dabi turned sharply towards his collarbone and coughed into his shoulder. A regular cough wouldn't hurt unless it was a virus, but Dabi's hyper-sensitive insides made this cough burn up his parched throat. The villain looked back with a newfound seriousness and tried not to look too terrified at the slim wiggling feather in the hero's hand.

"Ask the multiple personalities dude or the blonde psycho bitch! They're always up to some random bullshit that doesn't involve me. I only live by Stain's ideologies and live up to the expectations to make the future he wanted to be realized. Child abduction isn't gonna make that future happen!" Even Dabi could hear the desperation in his own voice; he wanted to kill Hawks for making him so vulnerable. Especially while the hero was looking down at him with that damn lazy smirk, like this was all too amusing for him.

Keigo took a long breath and twirled the feather in between his fingers; his lips quirked in that thinking look once more. Dabi's eyes couldn't tear away from the hypnotizing piece of tickling equipment. The blonde hero could tell that Dabi was getting shrill, and distraught at that. He was getting there; with just a little more pushing Keigo could possibly unlock Dabi's memories and make him see that HE was Touya Todoroki himself. That's what all of this was.

"Mmmm... not convinced. Sorry, when it comes to child abduction cases like these, pointing fingers won't help when I know YOU'RE the child abductor. Just a matter of time until you wanna admit it to me. But hey, at least it's fun torture and not a messy one, right? A few things I have to do before we get started up again though-" Keigo stepped forward and tucked his feather in the crest of Dabi's ear like he was holding a pencil there.

"Hold onto that for a second," Keigo said simply as he lifted Dabi's thin cotton shirt and lifted it up over his head.

"As soon as I get out of these restraints, you're bones are gonna be liquefied inside of your damn disgusting body." Dabi hissed, while Keigo wasn't paying attention to that and staring directly at Dabi's impressive toned six-pack. Dabi followed Keigo's gaze and blushed deeply at the realization. Keigo suddenly snapped out of it and reanimated himself.

"Oh, well, in that case. I'll just put more on you so that doesn't have to happen!" Keigo flashed Dabi a squinted smile and took the straps that lay on either side of Dabi's hips. Keigo pulled on the leather belt tightly so now his midsection couldn't buck in any direction. The belt also helped pull Dabi's diamond navel taut. Dabi's belly and entire torso were unmarked with his scars; the scars only curving over his sides and disappearing under his pants. Keigo also noted that Dabi's hips were deep and indented, like someone pressed their thumbs into them. They must be really warm and hopefully very sensitive at this rate-

Keigo cleared his throat and stole back his feather with a wink while he was face to face with Dabi, to which Dabi attempted to headbutt the birdman. It was then that Dabi realized that with the belt now strapped just above his belly button, any wiggling room that he had before had just evaporated.

"Realizing just how fucked you are? And the effects of the serum don't start depleting until the victim's body has cooled down. The victim's body cooldown tells the serum that the job has been finished and the Hero's have the information they're looking for. Until then, it lasts as long as it needs to." After Keigo's helpful explanation, Dabi then noticed just how hot his body actually was, like he was running a high fever. Which meant that the serum was probably running at it's highest potent capacity to keep him horribly hyper-sensitive to any and all touches. Keigo watched the realization play over Dabi's face as he stepped forward and started circling his wiggly feather over Dabi's belly button.

Dabi jerked immediately and clamped his teeth down to prevent any giggles from slipping out. Keigo watched with a newfound sadistic hunger; he watched with the sudden drive to make this man shout his lungs out and regret ever forgetting about his childhood best friend.

"This can all stop if you just tell me where the kid is. Just give me a location and I'll send the heroes on their way. I got a phone right here. I got heroes at my disposal. We're just waiting on you, Patchwork." Keigo continued to circle and even started sweeping his feather across Dabi's strip of belly like he was dusting a piece of furniture.

Dabi shook his head and kept his laughter caged in his chest. The single feather was so tingly that he wanted to crawl out of his skin. "I mmph- I t-tohold yohou! I- grrmmph- I-I don't knohow ahahanything about the kid! I never heheard his nahame before!" Dabi involuntarily thought back to Touya Todoroki's name, the damn kid that he was being tortured over. In Dabi's haze, he thought he remembered the Bakugou brat having a friend named Todoroki-

"Wahait wait wait! I-I-I remember something! I reeheemehember sohohomething I promise!" Dabi pleaded, Keigo taking immediate pity and stopping his red wiggly feather. Keigo pointed his feather like an accusing sword towards Dabi's face.

"If the information is bullshit, you're getting a second dose injected right in your belly button. Imagine that hell burning in your stomach. Think about this wisely." Dabi swallowed what felt like cotton balls in his throat. He didn't know if Keigo was bullshitting or not, but he also didn't know if he could trust his own memories. He's never been able to remember too much of anything past his twenties... Dabi's shaking fingers hardened into fists as he hardened his resolve to get out of this table.

"Okay okay... The Touya kid has a brother right? Todoroki? What's the half and half kid's name? Shoto? Yeah, it was Shoto. Go fucking torture him for answers instead of me you damn prick! He knows more about his own brother than I do-" At the sound of the repeated use of the word 'brother', a flash of red hair jumped past Dabi's vision. Keigo shook his head and was starting to step forward to tickle the criminal's belly once more before Dabi hurriedly stopped him. "Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah, hold on, hold on! The Touya kid had red hair! Instead of half and half like his brother, he had all red hair." And white hair with red strips, and blank white hair like the snow- Dabi involuntarily remembered this as well, but before he could grab onto it, it slid away.

Keigo had a pleased look on his face, however. Dabi was starting to remember bits and pieces of the past, and that's what Keigo wanted. Just a little bit further, and hopefully he would remember who he was.

"Finally, we're getting somewhere. Unfortunately, no cookies for you. We know Touya had red hair, his family comes from a line of gingers. We need to know where the kid is, Dabi. And you're the only one with the answers. So let's hear 'em." Dabi fought the urge to protest as Keigo willed about six of his feathers to detach from his wings and dust over Dabi's belly, while Keigo's fingers gripped his sides and scribbled his manicured nails into them. Dabi pulled on his restraints and cackled loudly into the sound-proof room.

"CHRIHIHIHIST!! I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOHOW AHAHAHANYTHING!! LET ME GOHOHOHO!!" Dabi's eyes screwed shut as his mouth was agape with his hysterical laughter. Both Hawks and Dabi were unaware that the reserved and quiet male could produce such sounds. Dabi's veins stood out like cords against his neck as his chest heaved in with his laughter. Such small stimulus is driving him insane, Hawks thought to himself. Six of his feathers from his crimson wings were dusting over his belly and his navel, while his fingers scratched and scraped over the villains pronounced ribcage. Sure, maybe it was a little intense in terms of tickling, but he thought that this would be too easy for the hardened villain. Apparently not; Hawks could see that Dabi was fighting for breath already.

"HAHAHAHAWKS I SWEAHAHAHAHA-" Dabi cut his own laughter short with a hard snort. One of the fluffy crimson feathers had started twirling itself into Dabi's stretched navel. There was nowhere that the villain could twist on the table to escape its feathery clutches. Hawks cracked half a smile. Even if he were to take his hands off the villain's ribcage to halt his fingers tickling, which he did; Dabi still produced the same amount of crazed hysterical cackles from just the feathers tickling. The double agent stood with his arms folded and watched his childhood best friend laugh an insane amount.

The villain had tousled his onyx crown all over his eyes; the once fluffy hair now a dense mop against his forehead. Dabi's smile was agape enough that Keigo could see his glinting incisors. His biceps flexed and struggled; the sweeping of the crimson feathers not ceasing for a moment. They traced over his waistline, the deep cavernous dips of his hip indents, fluttering over the small pinch of skin underneath his navel. Keigo stood fascinated by the scene, while Dabi's eyes started rolling in the back of his head.

"-AHAHAHAP!! I'LL-I'LL TAHAHAHAHALK I PROHOHOMISE!" That roused Keigo out of his stupor. He forgot that Dabi was in an extremely sensitive situation. The agent quickly halted his feathers and lifted them up from Dabi's belly. The feathers had worked so fervently that the villain's hypersensitive skin was a baby pink on the surface of it. Dabi sniffed back his tears of mirth and heaved in delicious clean oxygen. It was ice cold in his lungs, but the villain much preferred it over the sweaty ticklish hell he was just subjected to.

"Alright, Staples. Get to talking then, or there's gonna be a lot more feathers where that came from. You don't want these puppies all over you in the situation you're in." Keigo flapped his wings and shook them out to showcase his entire wingspan of crimson ticklers, all individually flowing and wiggling delicately in the air. Dabi gave him a death glare, but even the feathers made him gulp. The villain flexed his fingers as he tried to think up of something that this douche didn't already know about the kid. Keigo could see the villain's brain working to think up a bullshit story just to appease him. That just meant more tickles for-

"He-He was 15 when he went missing. His father had abused him when he was young and he was shunned by his siblings. His mother tried to protect him but-" But she was crazy. And no one protected him. He was the forgotten one, the one who faded into the background. And no one had a problem with that.

Dabi choked on his words, clearing his throat and clearing his mind. Keigo watched with interest as Dabi had spilled all of this information from thin air. Even the villain looked confused, he didn't know where this revelation came from.

"Mm-hmm, quite the truth serum this stuff is, isn't it? Just a little bit more and you can get off this table and get yourself an ice cream." Dabi shot his gaze up to Keigo's eyes and pulled on his restraints.

"N-No! No more I can't handle it! It's too much! Don't do this!" For some reason Dabi didn't even sound convincing to his own ears. Maybe because even he knew that no matter how much pleading he tried, he wouldn't get out of this until he coughed up more information. Keigo looked quite amused by the display, however. That fox's grin was back on his face.

"Come on now, it can't be that bad, little patch~ It's just some tickling afterall." Dabi's heart stopped when Keigo walked up to him and gently placed his fingers on Dabi's waistline. "Little kid games, right Blueflame? You can handle it." Keigo suddenly gripped Dabi's right hip and squished his thumb inside, making Dabi curl up and giggle like a schoolboy.

"Gahahahad! Hahahaha-Hahahaow mahahahany tihihihimes?!" "How many times what? How many times do I have to tickle tickle tickle you before you get the gist of your situation? You're not getting out of this until I get my answers, kid. So cough 'em up, before you cough up a lung." Even holding Dabi's hip like this made the villain squeal out. His hips bucked and shook in their binds, which only drove the hero's thumb in further to his divet.

"I dohohohon't knohohohow anything! I-I cahahan't rehehember!" Hawks could see that Dabi was actively trying to remember something, he wasn't lying in a situation like this. And Keigo wasn't wanting him to remember his childhood trauma or to relive it in any way, he just wanted his childhood best friend to remember him. Hawks took a deep breath in his lungs and decided to up the anty. Hawks sent four crimson feathers up to Dabi's stretched armpits, the wiggling plumes fluffing over the villain's soft divets. Dabi started to shriek, but Hawks suddenly slid his hands down to Dabi's thighs and squished into the soft material.

Dabi must have unlocked a second quirk along with his Cremate abilities, because Hawks had never heard such an unearthly howl thrash itself from Dabi's chest. Keigo winced from the piercing sounds from the villain as Dabi's eyes were screwed tightly in hysterical cackles with tears budding in the corners of his eyes. The feathers twisting and fluffing in his stretched armpits along with Hawks kneading up and down his toned thighs had the villain in tears. Dabi didn't know which way to buck, to twist, to jump on the table. He was stuck either leaning into the fluffy feathers for more relentless dusting, or to literally push himself into his captors hands for closer and more effective squeezing.

"Looks like you're in a pickle, bud. I say just cough up the information and be done with the whole thing but, to each their own, right? If you like it, you like it. I won't judge, I'm having way too much fun~" Keigo had his thumbs fixed to the villains inner thighs as his other eight fingers splayed out as wide as they could stretch to squeeze and grip the skin underneath Dabi's jeans. Dabi wanted to tear his hot tingling skin off with how insane the sensations were.

"SHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUHUCK-GAHAHAHAHAD!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!!" Dabi was screaming at this rate, the man's throat parched and raw from the yelling. Keigo rolled his eyes at the exclamations of his victim when something silver flashed in his eye. Keigo thought it was probably just the restraints glinting off the light in the room, but it was Dabi's stitches that caught his eye. Keigo suddenly had a stroke of curiosity and reached behind him to pluck a feather from his wings and swiped the fluffy appendage across Dabi's silver stitch.

It was liked the criminal was electrified, his body jolting like it touched a live current and his insane cackles jumped an octave with the single swipe. Dabi's stitches had already been sensitive to touch even before he had the serum in his body. Now the nerve endings underneath the stitch felt like it was intertwined with the silver itself. Keigo bit his lip at the torture that was to come. Watching Dabi writhe on the table with the feathers in his armpits, Keigo sent six feathers to every visible stitch on the mans body and let the appendages fluff and dust and wriggle all over him. They were twirling in his ears and driving in his collarbones; they were doing figure eights in his armpits and dragging up his triceps; they were skating down his sides and writing nonsense with their quills down the lines of his abs.

"GOHOHOHOD!! SAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! I-I'M DHYHYHYHYING!!" It was a horribly dramatic thing to exclaim that Keigo should have listened to, but the way the bird saw it, if Dabi still had breath in his lungs to shout, then he should be fine. Keigo's never seen such a contorted face on anyone before. It was a mix of childlike happiness and mirth with pure anguish and torture. But, whatever gets the truth out, Keigo supposed. It was only a matter of time before Dabi choked on the truth. And Keigo could never get enough of the sight of Dabi's abs contracting with every giggly laugh harvested from his chest.

"KEHEEHEEHEE-KEIGO!! KEHEHEHEEIGO PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! STOHOHOHOHOP!! I-I REEHEEMEMBER!! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!!" Dabi suddenly erupted his confession once Keigo neared his bucking kneecaps with his own fingers. Keigo's feathers and hands suddenly halted; the villains heart bursting through his ribcage. The poor captured man had aching ribs and a sore stomach, and his limbs were irritated from pulling on them for so long. Hawks stood with his hands on his hips. His entire body shivered with flashes and icicles, his searing hot sweat sliding down his icy back. It was complete hell, but the stimulus was enough to break the barrier of his lost memories. This was it. Dabi just needed to remember where he came from and who he used to be. Maybe he'd be more cheerful, or at least a little more...anything, at this point.

Dabi's head was laid back on the table, his body slightly curled up in the small defense he had. His eyes were rolled up to the whites in exhaustion. But in the swirling chaotic blackness behind his eyelids that he was used to, he saw something new. Something he hasn't appreciated in a long time.

Summer, the scalding heat on the back of my neck, the taste of ice-cold popsicles, the sand inbetween my toes. Being the kid with the dad who pushed them the highest on the swingset. My scraped knees and elbows patched up by the smiling boy. The summer festival and the exploding fireworks in the infinite sky above me. My best friend who stood there to watch when nobody else would. Keigo, my best friend. His toothy smile and his squinting eyes; his untied shoelaces and messy hair. He never left my side. But I left his.

Suddenly I don't feel so heavy. I don't feel so alone, so burdened with this weight on my chest. Because I know Keigo is there. He always was.

"And I always will be, Touya." Dabi slowly looked up to see Keigo with a gentle smile on his face. Dabi hadn't realized that he was speaking aloud. Hawks turned to Dabi's right arm and started setting free his aching wrist. But after this newest revelation, Dabi didn't feel hurt anymore. He felt like a completed puzzle; the lost piece that made him whole was finally inserted. Dabi held his wrist to his chest and rubbed over his tingling body to rid himself of the leftover sensations.

"T-Trauma's a bitch, huh? It...Itmade me forget my best friend, the only one who was truly there for me. I'm...I'm sorry about that, Keigo." Keigo shook his head, his bangs swaying back and forth. "Please, don't be sorry. It's your dad that should apologize. I just wanted you to remember everything that was bright in your life, and not live in this bleak purgatory. You have friends and people who care about you. And you used to smile all the time, you know. I know it's not your fault that you forgot who you were and you forgot how to smile. But now at least, maybe you can put your past to good use in the future."

Dabi nodded, understanding Keigo's words better than he would have thought. Keigo extended his hand out to Dabi to help him off of the table. Dabi hesitated for a moment, a good second passing before he grabbed it and hopped off the table. Dabi was still slightly curled and hunched even as he walked, his defenses still not lowered after that episode.

"Don't worry, it's all over. No more tickles, I promise. Unless you kinda liked it, then I can give you more. I thought I saw you leaning in for some more now and again on the table. You also remember how ticklish you used to be and you still are, right? I mean, I thought something this childish was gonna work on ya dude, but your vocal cords must be thrashed-"

"Yeah, you know what, Keegs, I think I remember just how ticklish you used to be as well when you were a kid. Care to test it out?" Dabi picked up one of the syringes off the table filled with the swirling blue sensitivity serum with a horribly antagonizing look in his eyes.

Keigo gulped and ran for dear life.

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Yellow, Black, Blue and Warmth

Kanene’s note: I am very proud of this sdfghjqswerty.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic. ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Toshinori with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa. Platonic or Romantic. Around 4.500 words.

* This has mouth tickles (raspberries, nibbles, tickly kisses...), teasy nicknames, use of the spotlight system (green, yellow and red) and baby talk. If there is anything that needs to be tagged just lemme know!

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Tell someone that makes you feel safe how much they matter to you. If you want, no words are needed. Sometimes just an emoji or ‘this reminds of you’ is needed. Don’t forget you’re especial to someone, as well. <33

[~*~]

“W-wait!”

His arms twitched on their position above his head and, not for the first time, he felt himself starting to lower them in a desperate urge to hide his flaming face adorned by a soft, uncontrollable kind of smile that only a few people in the world could claim the happiness of seeing.

A warm hand rested on the right side of his ribcage and nails positioned themselves under his toes, two playful gazes looking at him, warningly.

“Let’s-” a quiet gasp escaped from his lips when he tried to make a placating gesture with his hands and lowered them further, making the nimbly fingers start to wiggle restlessly on his spots. “I aham sure we can think another solution for this p-problem!”

Goosebumps ran freely across his body in a wave of warm and excitement as the concentrated, evil black eyes blinked lazily at him, their owner not dignifying himself with an answer before he shoved his face back on the right side of his stomach, nuzzling and humming calmly, his nose exploring, drawing shapes on the ticklish skin, the adult being extremely careful and attentive enough so every vibration seemed to buzz on every and any of his so, so sensitive nerves, leading his back to arch with the unbearable sensation and the “attacker” to smirk in his quietness.

“I-I beg f-for you to reconside-eek!” He squirmed harder as a low ‘oh’ was pronounced, trying - with not nearly all his strength, if he was being honest, but no one needed to know that - to dislodge the other adult from the newly found sweet spot right next to his hip, which was currently being rustless attacked with soft, barely there kisses that, no matter how much he buckled, refused to move. “Please, please. Yohou don’t have to d-do this!”

His barriers were starting to crumble, quiet sounds beginning to find their way out of his firmly pressed lips, red growing more on his face as an awed cooing researched his ears and the long, awfully long nails lightly scratched the arch of his feet, making themselves known. They prodded, scribbled and danced skillfully across his sole, circling the weak spots that, for the way the blonde’s grin widened every time he stumbled in a new one, wouldn’t be forgotten that easily.

And then Toshinori giggled.

That was when he realized he was doomed.

“Aw, but I do think we do! Who wouldn’t want to hear more of that cute laughter of yours, my dear squeaky listener?”

“Hi-hizashi-san!”

“Yes, my wiggly wiggley bear? What is the matter? You seem rather smiley today. ~” Hizashi sing-sang, an only one finger focusing at that lovely spot right under the ball of his feet that made him squeal in a poorly hidden delight, his laughter starting to overcome his titters. Especially as Shouta decided to be a little more hands-on and weak, almost maddening touches were spidered on Yagi’s right side, not helping at all the flow of high pitched squeaks escaping from his mouth. “Does that tickle? Huh? Does that tickle tickle tickle you so much that it makes you want to give us all that amazing squealing squeals and cute yelps? Aw, isn’t that so kind of him, Shou?”

“You think that after so much hero work the Symbol of Peace would have gotten at least a bit of a resistance.” Aizawa pointed, not bothering to lift his head so his words wouldn’t be muffled as they hit directly Toshinori’s tummy, not even a drop of remorse on his tune as his act made the aforementioned to crackle, kicking as a series of ‘nonono’s filled the room. “Don’t you agree, Toshinori? Just a few well placed tickles here and there and then All Might would be begging for mercy in a few seconds. Tsk. So ticklish, so helpless, so cute.”

Aizawa didn’t call them cute often. He did, however, reconsider his choice when his gaze quickly locked on Yagi, a nice feeling bubbling in his chest with the other’s half whine, half giggle, his wobbly, happy smile almost disappearing under all the blush that consumed his features.

“Right!” Yamada experimentally squeezed his calf, beaming when a guffaw answered him, the leg tugging halfheartedly on his grip, arms hugging himself to not push them away. “But that is no problem! We are teachers, after all. Teachers very capable of teaching him how to increase his endurance, and I think I have the perfect idea of a lesson to help him.”

Yagi was dying. Part of himself wanted to flee away from all the attention, all the warm, caring touches and compliments and that absurdly insufferable sensation that still tingled his body even now, when Shouta and Hizashi stopped to loom over his form with matching evil smirks, making it almost impossible for him to not hide his face and curl in a silly, rather giggly ball.

The words of the previous finally sank in his mind and he fiercely shook his head, not trusting his own mouth and trying to not let the amusement he felt blooming on him to drip on his move.

“Awesome! Thank you for agreeing, tickly listener. It’s amazing to know you’re also as eager for this just as we are!”

“But I did not-” A true shriek cut his words as Aizawa dug his fingers on his armpits, resulting in a sea of wild giggles to overtake him. The tickles being mean enough to be able to completely dissolve his protests, although also the right amount of light so Yamada’s teasy words would still be able to be heard above him.

“So!” The Voice Hero clapped joyfully, getting even more excited at the other's reactions. “The best way to be prepared for any situation is to train! Practice! You need to be prepared to all resist to any and every trickys tickly tickle technique that exists, which means scribbles, scratches, squeezes, kneads, nibbles, nuzzles, kisses, spidering, nursery rhymes, and ooooh, of course, raspberries!” Hizashi nodded once, determined.

“I can’t!” Yagi threw his attempts of forming entire, coherent sentences out of the window, his brain basically short-circuiting on Hizashi’s first examples. “Please, please, I swear! I cahahan’t!”

“Oh, don’t worry my dear sweet, squirmy listener, it’s really a lot of work to do... But! You will not be doing it alone! Me and Shouta will be here cheering and helping you for hours and hours and hours until you master the whooole lesson. And," the blonde got closer, lowering his tune until his words were just a breath on Yagi's ears, teasing the sensitive spot no matter how much he shrugged and shook his head. "If you get something wrong all we need to do it's just start aaaall over and over again, right, Shou?!”

“Oh gohod.”

“Of course, I don’t waste my time with someone who doesn’t have potential.”

Aizawa’s predator smirk and tone maybe would be scarier if it wasn't broken by Yamada’s loud cooing, the taller coming back to his previous position as he rested a quick squeeze on Shouta's hip, fishing a surprised snort and a warningly glance from the black haired man, who, on his turn received an innocent whistling as an answer. Toshinori chuckled in amusement at the scene, gratefully taking the breather.

“Better be careful,” Yagi’s tune was innocent, with a titter dropping here and there, still, a dangerous shine gleamed intensely on his blue eyes, “so that lesson won’t backfire on you in the future.”

Aizawa stared at him, the tip of his lips curling in a barely there grin that heavily contrasted and complemented Yamada’s dramatic gasp in betrayal.

“Very well.” Eraserhead said, positioning himself on top of his legs, successfully pining him on the mattress. "Let's take care of any riot that might happen right now, then."

Suddenly, All Might senses all the confidence he felt not a few seconds ago to transform in butterflies flying in despair on his stomach. Shouta’s shadow stood above him, the usual bored expression plastered on his features as his face lowered closer and closer of the blonde, stopping just a few centimeters from his ear.

Toshinori held his breath in anticipation.

“Green?”

Something… something he couldn’t really nominate melted in his heart and for a moment he forgot how words worked.

He really loved them both so much.

“Green.”

Shouta chuckled.

"Good." He adjusted himself, resting their foreheads together and capturing those blue eyes to himself. "Giggles, titters, whines… every sound you make I will be able to hear clearly so be very, very careful and don't laugh.”

Toshinori gasped when the feeling of skilled hands, scratching and kneading his side shoot through him. The offending fingers danced slowly, taking their time on each weak spots before switching to another one, a bit too close of his stomach or his spine, completely oblivious to how Toshinori's chest already shook with trapped sounds. Toshinori realized, maybe too late, how their new position prevented him to perceive where Aizawa would attack next, every time the black-haired hero changed his target to an unexpected spot adding a tear in his barriers, the squeaks and crackles getting stronger and harder to contain.

“So, sweetpea, how would you rate your ticklish experience from one to ten, so far?” Yagi couldn’t help the way his body twitched and squirmed involuntarily at Yamada’s voice, his imagination unhelpfully whispering that, at any moment, any moment now, Hizashi would give up from his purely verbal teases and be touchier. “One being ‘That Is All You Can Do?’ and ten being ‘This Is Everything I ever Dreamed About Please Don’t ever Stop?’”

“P-p-lease!”

“That is not a number.” Aizawa observed, jumping in his friend’s teasing at the same time he stopped, thinking about something until his eyes shone. His voice was velvety, almost as a purring. “But that can be helped. Here, I will refresh your memory.” A finger pressed on the lowest rib on his right and the blonde’s eyes widened, a snort flying from his lips, his head shaking from one side to other, a pleading gaze.

“Wait! Aizawa, please, wait! I will do anything!”

“What.” Suddenly the finger was replaced by the whole hand shaped as a claw, the spot where it touched tingled in anticipation. “Did you call me?”

Aizawa was adamant about very few things, actually.

Hizashi chuckled darkly, free of any pity, next to him. “I think he is asking for it, Shou.”

Do not mess with his cats. Do not mess with his kids. Do not wake him up. Do not eat his jelly porches and, of course, if he gave you the permission to call him by his first name, use it.

“No, no, no! I meant! I meheheant Shouta!”

Of course, except for the first two, he didn’t actually care that much for when the others were ignored by his close friends, but - he curled his fingers, watching as Yagi continued to squirm and snicker at every twitch of his fingers - that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have his fun with this slip.

“And also,” again, Yamada pipped in, “he just giggled, didn’t you just said him to not laugh?”

“I did.”

“Please! Anything! Anything you want! Just name it! I will givehe you anythihihihing.”

Aizawa adjusted himself so his lips would rest on Yagi’s neck, he sighed deeply, relaxed.

“Then give me your laughter.”

And he started.

The fingers dug on his spot, prodding and scribbling in attacks which danced in a perfect synchrony with the fast nibbles assaulting all the sensitive skin he could reach, expertly dodging from all the trashing, the attacks seemingly to only be fueled by his shrieks.

“An autograph!” loud, booming laughter exploded, snorts and an intelligible mix of half English and half Japanese painting his words stumbling and falling nonstop from his mouth. Yagi lost track of what he was saying the moment a raspberry was placed right under his chin and the hand tased his side, vibrating and vibrating and vibrating there for what seemed an entire eternity. “Rare merchandise! My house! Anything, I swear, anything but this!”

“Oh my god.” Hizashi braced himself on the wall, his conflicted heart torn between cooing and teasing the other for how much adorable he was being and giggling in joy with his funny reactions. “Oh my god. Shouta, please, don’t ever stop tickling him, this is the most precious scene I witnessed in my whole life.”

Shouta felt tempted to agree, however, after a couple of minutes, he stopped, shoving his face on the other’s shoulder to hide his own soft chuckles, being accompanied by the residual, bubbling giggles. They waited until his breath became steadier before the one with black, deep eyes stared at the watery, gleaming blue ones.

“Shoutahaha…”

“Just one more spot, okay?”

Toshinori closed his eyes, nodding before trying to hide his expression under his hands, being stopped by Yamada, who took each one of them gently and gave a kiss on his knuckles, lacing their fingers, knowing very well Yagi wouldn’t attempt to pry them away like this.

“No hiding your beautiful face, remember?” Yagi wanted to huff in annoyance at the unprompted tease, but it was being said with such lovely care that he couldn’t help but melt under it, especially when Shouta began to bombard the place behind his ear with kisses and small raspberries, descending him in quiet titters and silent laughter sprinkled with sporadic guffaws.

After a few more of kisses, tickles and fast, inaudible giggles he ceased his attack, giving a last nibble on his ear before getting up from him, letting the Symbol of Peace recompose himself between his blush and gigantic smile, offering a cup of water when his laughter stopped to fly across the room, all of them enjoying the silence as Toshinori drank the liquid, thanking Shouta.

“Green?” Hizashi asked, stepping a little closer, a shy grin on his lips.

“Oh my… Why do you have to make me say that?” Toshinori squeezed their hands, huffing and deviating his gaze. “Green.”

The blinding smile that was sent in his way seemed to have enough shine to light up the whole house. “Let’s jam!”

The Voice Hero tried to untwine their hands kindly, blinking in surprise when the other only held them more fiercely. He tried again, same result. Behind them Shouta snorted, amused.

“Giggly bear, my sweetpea, you will have to let go of my hands.”

“Absolutely not, you will attack me.”

Yagi stared at him with a challenge in his face, daring the hero to do something about that.

“Well…” Hizashi winked playfully. “I always have my mouth, and, you know? That wiggly wiggley yummy tummy of yours seems to be asking for a couple or maybe a dozen of raspberries… ~”

“Wait, no!” Toshinori squirmed, instinctively sucking his belly. “Don’t!”

“Aw, but that is such a pity! I was thinking about being a bit merciful today, you know? Maybe some skittering under your knees, being sure to give enough attention to every inch of both of them, I mean, we don’t want anyone feeling left out of the fun, of course! Then I would give one or two squeezes on them, a swift under your wiggly wiggley toes, a few scratches on your squirmy feet and voilá! A happy, silly, giggly Yagi ready to go. But, well, now I believe I don’t have another choice except place all the mean raspberries aaaall over your unprotected stomach and sides and ribs and sides and neck and ribs and-”

“Stop, stop!” Toshinori let go of his hands in order to hug his tingling torso, curling in a defense ball, trying to stop the feeling of the imaginary tickles. “J-just get over it!”

“Aw,” Hizashi placed a kiss on his temple, smiling softly for a piece of moment before letting it turn into an evil grin. “Your wish is an order, my adorably ticklish bear.”

He positioned his hands in each leg, grazing his nails from the bottom of his calves and lightly scribbling their way up to the wonderfully sensitive spot under his knee, taking his time to draw spirals and rivers on the skin, being very content to feel the other squirm under his touches, huffs of laughter puffing from his lips. “Hey, Toshi, can I ask a question?”

“Fuck,” he squeaked when an unexpected pinch was placed on his hip before Hizashi innocently continued his previous attack. “Y-you may.”

“Right! But, first of all, let me take care of this two...” Yamada smiled, completely unfazed as he sat on the bed, holding both ankles and lifting before resting them on his shoulders. “There you go, squirmy toy! All comfy and unable to wiggle away from my curious, tickly fingers!”

“He is going to kick you.” Aizawa rolled his eyes, getting closer until he could get a firm, yet gentle, grip on Yagi’s ankles, truly preventing him from moving them. “Here. Now ask your question.”

“Thank you, babe.” Hizashi relished on the way Aizawa’s ears were painted in red before beaming again at Toshinori, who kept trying to pull his legs away from his predicament, and seeming to take the fact that he wasn’t laughing his head off as a personal offense. He rested his hands on his knees again, one of them squeezing them skillfully while the other scratched the sensitive skin underneath it. “So, Toshinori, what do you think it tickles more? When I squeeze, squeeze, squeeze those adorable ticklish kneecaps or when I tickle tickle tickle them silly?”

“No, no, no!”

“No?! Aw, I am afraid that isn’t really the answer I am looking for, darling… But that is okay! Do you know what I am going to do now, Toshi? Huh? Do you know?”

Yagi just shook his head, knowing pretty well that anything said would just fuel the evil words dripping freely from the other’s mouth.

“Not even a guess?” He changed his technique to lightly tease with plentiful of scribbles the sensitive spot with just the tip of his fingers. “An itsy bitsy tiny guess? Awn.” A fake pout adorned his face. His fingers ascended a bit more, now tormenting the thighs, their owner smiling wide as the squirms began to get stronger, drawing circles around the little weak spots he knew that would fish the wildest laughter. “But I will tell you anyway! Because the Tickle Monster is feeling very kind today. I am going to get those sensitives calves riiiight here!”

“Hizashi!” Yagi tried to pull his legs again, his giggles becoming more frantic as he realized they didn’t even buckle from their spot. “I can’t. I promise you, I can’t! Hihihihizashi!”

“But I do think you can! I believe in you, Toshinori. You’re such a strong, nice tickle bug. I think you definitely can take some good cootchie-coothie-coos right here!” He poked. “And here” Poke. “And here, and here, and here, here, here!”

Suddenly a sea of pokes - just that, just tiny, harmless, quick pokes that shouldn’t be able to make him feel even more ticklish than he already was - assaulted his calves, some surprising pinches and clawing also making an appearance and disappearing just as fast as they came.

“Shut up, please, shut up!” Throwing his head with loud, squealing chortles, Toshinori pleaded, his mind overtaken with how much it tickled and how unbearable it was and how amazing all of this felt.

“Gasp! Toshi! How can you say that? The Tickle Monster thought you loved his teases. Why would you want them to ever stop? Do they make you feel more ticklish? Huh? Do they? Do all my silly teases and tickly attacks make the big, strong Yagi Toshinori become a very lovely and adorable mess of those cute sounds? Huh?”

“Don’t you think how great would it be if we just stayed like this forever? Me, here, playing with you and your awfully helpless toes,” at the mention of the new spot Yamada changed his target, making the other to arch his back and shriek in belly laughter as fingers attacked under his toes, tickling and digging unmercifully at every single one of them. “and hearing this wonderful laughter! Don’t even make me start about your laughter! It is music to my ears.”

When nothing but a series of snorts and loud laughter answered him, the blonde decided to stop his tickles, slowing them until his warm hands just rested there, peacefully.

Toshinori wiped the single tear that traveled to his hot cheek, just a quick glance in Aizawa and Yamada’s general direction being enough to make his giggles start a-new.

“I am not even doing nothing to you.” The tease couldn’t be helped, especially as his giggles got stronger and, consequently, quieter.

“Your hands!”

“My hands? What about them?” Hizashi shouldn’t be allowed to feel that much smug nor powerful.

“They’re just…” A flow of intelligible noises fell from Yagi’s lips, and he decided to try again. “They’re just there! It tickles!”

“Now, it does?”

“I would never have guessed.” Aizawa deadpanned, watching as the other wiggled and squirmed in protest.

“Right? I mean, they’re just chilling there. No moving, no tickling and Toshinori attacks them like that! I would feel wounded, but I guess he is really just a very ticklish giggle bug. Shouta, what are we going to do? The lesson clearly isn’t working… Oh, I wonder if there is something I could do to stop tickling him...”

“Just take them off there!” Yagi gasped when the fingers started to skitter around his ankles, another newly discovered sweet spot that erupted a new round of snorts. “No!”

“I don’t think there is anything that can be done. We could just stop and stare at him and he would be laughing uncontrollably in three seconds.” Aizawa remarked.

“He is just too much sensitive, ya know? Just an itsy bitsy touch and you get him all giggly and blushy.”

“Am nohohot!”

“And helpless too. Cute and helpless.”

“Shouta, plehehease, let me go!”

“Yean, absolutely.” Hizashi agreed, shaking his head with fake sadness, a tiny grin blooming on his lips. “I guess this is our fate, Sho, to hear him laugh and squeal and snort and giggle-giggle-giggle at anything we do.”

“A pity.”

“Enough!” Both stopped, hearing the light of tiredness painting Yagi’s tune. “That- haha, that is enough, please.”

“Yellow?”

“Red.” Toshinori smiled, feeling yet too shy to find their gazes with his. “I'm just an old man with one lung.”

Hizashi snorted, offering him a bottle of water and heading to the kitchen to make his special tea - after all, no one knew a better recipe for tired throats than the Voice Hero himself, - and Aizawa just rolled his eyes, sitting on the mattress and massaging his feet, a calming gesture that helped both to relax as they enjoyed the silence with the phantom laughter and reminiscent giddiness that still ran on their veins.

“Shouta,” Toshinori lightly hit the other’s thigh with his free feet until the black haired one turned his attention to him, not even slightly prepared for the soft, incredibly soft, expression and gleaming, energetic eyes which found his. “Thank you.”

Aizawa scoffed, quickly trying to brush off the warmth engulfing his heart and smile that tried at all cost to appear on his features.

“It was very… enjoyable.” Toshinori pressed further, tipping his head to the side in an attempt to see his expression. “Your technique is very effective! You don’t rely a lot on verbal teases but the way you can mix different attacks and keep track of which spots bring the most reactions is very impressive! Not to mention-” A squeak broke his thoughts when a mean squeeze was delivered on his calf, Aizawa huffing before massaging the local to make the tingles go away.

“Continue with this and I will not be above ganging up with Hizashi to wreck you, again.”

“If it’s Complementing Eraserhead hours and you’re being too stubborn to accept the deserved nice words I think it’s very clear who I will end up helping.” Hizashi remarked as he got into the room, distributing the tea before squishing himself between them, almost spilling the drink as a warning tickle on his stomach made him jump.

“Hey!” The one being called just quirked an eyebrow at him, almost challenging. Hizashi just shrugged. “It would still be worth it.”

“Yagi,” Toshinori blinked, surprised at being pulled on their usual bickering, staring Aizawa above the rim of his mug. “Analyses about Hizashi as the ler.”

An inhumane screech flew from Yamada’s lips. “Don’t you dare!”

When he was over, sneaking one and other praise for Eraserhead here and there, they were all laid on the bed, limbs entangled due both the magnetism that seemed to pull them together and the fact that if it wasn’t for it, Yamada would have already fled from the room on the shine of Yagi’s first word.

“I don’t like you.” The one with long, blond hair complained, grumbling when his sentence only made the others snuggle closer, snickering. “None of you. You’re both very mean and dirty traitors and I am going to scream.”

“Don’t.” Aizawa slurred from somewhere behind Toshinori, his tune showing he was almost asleep. Hizashi, who already forgave them for their “betray” searched for his waist, resting his arm on it and very lightly scratching the base of his back, a spot he knew would make the underground hero absolutely melt. Toshinori captured his free hand, coming close and humming softly as his finger traced the lines on his palm.

Soft. Good. Warm.

At some point of the conversation, someone had turned the television on, and for a few pieces of moment the show playing in the background was the only thing that filled the silence.

“Hey, Toshi.”

“Yes?”

“I know you don’t like a lot of attention when the tickling is over but… thank you.” A quick kiss was delivered on his forehead, happy to see no trace of discomfort on the other’s features, only a tiny, timid smile. “Thank you.”

“Go to sleep, Hizashi.” And then he kissed his knuckles, just like Hizashi did back then, and Shouta murmured something, pulling them closer and Hizashi smiled and the television started to grow more and more silent.

“Ok.”

After that, everything was soft, good, warm.

[~*~]

Inspirations!

* That entire AllEraserMic tickle series that I absolutely live for

* The teases from the fanfics of that amazing author

* A very especific post about cute reactions when the lee is being tickled but I can’t find it so please enjoy Onion’s blog (the op) instead. His blog is gold.

#The warnings makes this looks more serious than it is sdertyuioiuyt honestly they're just tickling each other and having fun xDD #Lee!Yagi #Ticklish!Toshinori #Lee!AllMight #OKAY BUT HE DESERVES ALL THE TICKLES #Ler!Aizawa #Ler!Yamada #Ler!President Mic #Ler!Eraserhead #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #Kanene's Fic #Kanene's Fanfic #if someone knows which post from Onion I am talking about pls send the link I am begging u #/lh #This is so soft I am dyiiing #long boi post #mouth tickles

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