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Get It Together, Deku! (My Hero Academia)

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Summary: After returning to UA post-vigilante arc, Deku is more tired and depressed than Bakugou has ever seen him. He decides he needs to step up and turn that frown upside-down.

A/N: At long last - another installment in the Deku vs. Bakugou tickle fight series! This is a bit of a different one, but I wanted to write something like this for a long time, and I love the way it turned out. I took a few passes on it to make it as good as it could be. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2656

Warning: Some angst; light, consensual bondage

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It was time.

Bakugou knocked softly on the door, then took a step back. He fought not to rub the back of his neck. It was a nervous habit he’d dropped a long time ago, but for some reason he felt oddly anxious about this particular visit. He would say he didn’t know why, but he’d be lying.

The door clicked open, and a pair of exhausted green eyes looked back out at him. “Oh, hey, Kacchan.” The door opened wider.

“You look like shit.” Bakugou berated himself and tried again. “Ah, I mean – this isn’t a great time, probably. You need more sleep. I’ll come back later—”

“No!” Deku cried, reaching out to grab his arm to stop him from turning away. “I-I mean…I could use the company, actually. It’s perfect timing.”

Perfect timing, huh?

“Okay,” Bakugou said, stepping into his friend’s room after the green-haired boy. He closed the door behind them. Hesitated. He felt the weight in his jeans pocket and debated whether to continue forward or not. He cleared his throat. “How…erm, how have you been?”

Deku flopped into his desk chair and gave him an odd look. The blonde felt that familiar irritation rise up, but he fought it down like he was battling All For One himself.

“What?” he asked, the question still coming out angrier than he meant it. “I’m trying!”

“I know, it’s just…weird. But good weird.” Deku managed a smile. “I’m fine.”

Bakugou frowned. “Are you?”

“I guess so, considering.” The greenette lasted all of two seconds before his shoulders slumped and he put his head in his hands. “I feel terrible.”

“De- ah, um…Izuku.” The blonde berated himself again for defaulting to the insulting name he’d always called his friend. He was going to break that habit, damn it. “It’s all over now. Don’t beat yourself up anymore.”

“But I—”

“No buts.”

The silence that descended was heavy; full of all the things that had yet to be said between them. Bakugou had made his apology, Deku had accepted it eagerly, but still…

“I was going to try and help take your mind off things,” Bakugou said when he couldn’t take the quiet anymore. “But I don’t think this is the best time.”

Deku blinked slowly, looking confused. “Take my mind off things how?”

He really must have been tired to not immediately pick up on what the blonde meant. Bakugou gave him a look, and after a few seconds, the smaller boy’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.

“Oh,” he said softly.

It was not time.

“You’re exhausted, De—gah, Izuku. You need more sleep.”

“I’ve been doing nothing but sleep. It’s not helping much.” Deku shifted in his seat, watching the blonde more closely now, something like hope in his eyes.

Bakugou wanted to tackle him to the bed and tickle the ever loving shit out of him until he couldn’t remember anything from the last month or so, but the circles under his eyes stopped him. It wouldn’t be fair to do this now.

His hand unconsciously moved to his pocket.

“The thing is,” Deku spoke again before he could change his mind and back out of the room, “I’ve been sleeping a lot, but I haven’t been sleeping…well. There’s too much…” He waved his hand around his head vaguely, but Bakugou knew exactly what he meant.

“Your stupid nerd brain just won’t shut up, eh?” he said without thinking, and he’d have gotten after himself more if the words didn’t make Deku smile for real this time.

“Something like that. I…I could use the help, actually.” He shifted in his seat again, glanced toward the bed. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

Bakugou’s restraint really should have been praised more.

“I’m not sure that’s the kind of tickling you really need right now, De- fuck, Izuku!”

Deku bit his lip to keep from grinning even wider. “Y-You really don’t have to worry about calling me by name if it’s too hard—”

“Shut up, okay?!” Bakugou huffed, finally giving in and rubbing the back of his neck. He hated how hard this was. He should have been calling him Izuku in his mind for months, since he’d known he would apologize eventually. Perhaps it would have helped him now. “Maybe you need Icy-Hot to do this shit for you. Or Kirishima or…or somebody else. I think I’ll just make things worse.”

Silence again. Deku got to his feet without a word, moving to his bed and sitting on it, keeping his eyes on Bakugou the whole time.

“You promised, you know,” he said at last.

Bakugou blinked. “Huh?”

“You promised you’d make me forget about All Might, remember? Well…” The greenette glanced away, a pink tint rising to his cheeks. His voice softened. “Right now, I really could use the help forgetting about all of it, Kacchan.”

Bakugou gripped his jeans pocket, feeling the hard press of the item hidden there, and he let out a hissing breath. “Fuck’s sake. Get it together, De— Izuku.”

Deku smirked, his eyes now on the jeans pocket too, curiosity and hope in his gaze. “Make me, Katsuki.”

Even though it was obvious where all the taunting was taking them, Deku still let out a startled shriek when his friend dove for him, pushing him down onto the bed and hopping onto his hips to keep him still, a wicked glint in his eyes that hadn’t been there a few moments ago. The greenette was already giggling in anticipation.

Seeing him so excited – seeing him smile for the first time in god knew how long – Bakugou couldn’t help but grin back. He had come here to do this, had wanted to do this from the moment he saw how dejected his friend was lately, but…

He finally reached into his pocket, watching Deku’s eyes widen in shock.

“H-Handcuffs?” he stammered.

“Easier than neckties. I’m out of those, anyway, thanks to you.” Bakugou frowned. “But, I don’t have to use them if you’re not—”

“I want to,” Deku replied, holding up his wrists readily.

“Izuku.” The name slipped out of him much easier this time. Score one for Bakugou. “Really think about this. You’ve been in a bad place for a while. I don’t want to make it worse.”

His friend just held his wrists up higher. “I want you to tickle me so bad I forget about All Might. About everything, Kacchan. I trust you. I consent. Please.”

Fuck it.

Bakugou attached one cuff to his wrist, then pushed his arms above him to loop the chain around something sturdy before securing the other cuff, trapping Deku completely.

When he sat back, his friend was wide open for him to utterly destroy.

“We really do need a safe word now,” he muttered, moving on autopilot to push Deku’s shirt out of the way. “Since I don’t want to keep buying new handcuffs when you get desperate enough to break out of them.”

Deku sucked in a giggly breath at the first flutters along his stomach. “O-Okay.”

“So, what’s your safe word?”

“U-Um…ah…A-All Might?”

Bakugou scoffed. “Hell no. I’m making you forget about him, right? Can’t call his name when you can’t remember it. Plus, he’s not coming to save you from this.” He smirked, enjoying Deku’s widened eyes. “Pick something else.”

“Um…” The greenette went silent – racking his brain for something clever, no doubt – and that’s when Bakugou realized he shouldn’t be making him think about anything at all.

“Let’s just use ‘red’,” he said, skittering his fingers along his friend’s belly. “That’s the one I use.”

Deku looked surprised at this information, but he nodded eagerly. “O-Okay. C-Can you…can you do it now? Please?”

It was time. For real now.

Bakugou started slowly, for Deku’s sake. The nerd might have thought he was eager to be thrown from exhaustion into throes of laughter, but the blonde wasn’t convinced just yet. He eased him in, scribbling along his sides and belly with gentle swipes, watching with a mix of triumph and sympathy when he seemed to surrender completely to the light contact – melting easily into the sheets and pillows, closing his eyes, and just letting himself giggle without complaint. He hardly even squirmed, he seemed so relieved.

It wasn’t even a minute later before he let out a whiny, “Plehehehehease, Kacchahahahan.”

And that’s when Bakugou knew. Deku really, truly wanted and needed this.

Well, that’s what he’d come here for, wasn’t it?

“Fine, since you’re so eager,” he grumbled good-naturedly, trailing his fingers up Deku’s torso, slipping under his shirt to tickle his bare armpits. As expected, the greenete squealed and tried to bring his arms down instinctively, but the handcuffs kept him in place, and he broke easily into happy laughter, squirming a little more now. Bakugou smirked. “Heh. Always so ticklish, hmm, little nerd?”

“Nohohohohoooo, don’t sahahahahahay thahahahahat!” Deku whined, twisting his face to the side as another pink flush crept along his cheeks.

“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to dictate how this goes anymore, Deku. Izuku, goddammit—”

The shift in Deku’s laughter told Bakugou he was more than a little amused about his constant slip-ups.

“You want to forget everything so bad? I’m happy to oblige.” The blonde changed tactics, opting to dig into his armpits now, beyond satisfied when the greenette let out a shriek and tried arching his back in response. “Where do you think you’re going, huh? Think you can get away now that I’ve got you right where I want you? Think again.”

Deku’s laughter shifted once more, this time into something a tad more panicky. He squirmed and wiggled as much as he could, cheeks darkening by the second. “Nohohohohohoho fahahahahahahair teheheheheheasing, Kacchan!”

“I don’t think I’ve been teasing you enough, actually,” Bakugou shot back, grinning. “Gotta get you riled up enough to really lose your mind, don’t I? Lucky for me I know alllll the ways to make you desperate. Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

“Ehehehehehehehehehehe!” His friend’s laughter became higher-pitched at that, his back arching to try and alleviate the feeling even a little. “Nohohohohohohohoho! Plehehehehehehehease!”

Bakugou was suddenly inspired, and he used one hand to cover Deku’s mouth while the other continued digging relentlessly into his armpit, drawing out now muffled shrieks and cackles from his friend, whose eyes had flown wide open again at unexpected gesture.

“Can’t have you wasting all your talking energy so early on, ticklish little nerd~” The blonde teased. He suddenly shot his hand down to his ribs and drilled, earning another muffled squeal and more laughter. “Just laugh for me. The only thing you need to think about now is red. It’s the only word you’re gonna need to remember when I’m done with you, after all.”

For a little while, Bakugou kept up that pace – a little harsher, but purposely not focusing on any really bad spots just yet. Deku continued to writhe and laugh behind the hand over his mouth, but he was clearly elated to have nothing to focus on but the tickling for a change.

Eventually, though – as always – Bakugou couldn’t help but be a little mean. He drifted his tickling hand from the other boy’s ribs to his belly, and for the first time even further down, digging his thumb into the dip of Deku’s hip.

The handcuffs clattered as Deku reacted, trying to buck for the first time and failing thanks to the blonde’s weight on his waist. He whimpered and broke into hysterical anticipatory giggles, his green eyes wide with excited panic.

Bakugou smirked. “Just remember – the only word you need is red.”

Then he uncovered his mouth to use both hands to grab onto his friend’s hips and tickle mercilessly.

Deku tossed his head back and screamed, uncontrollable laughter bursting out of him in waves, his cheeks red and legs scrabbling behind the blonde keeping him firmly stuck in place.

“You like that, huh? You missed this, ticklish little nerd? Look how much you’re freaking out already, and I haven’t even gotten started here yet!”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Deku laughed, tossing his upper body from side to side, desperate to alleviate some of the ticklish sensations. “NAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

Bakugou had already been grinning at his reactions, but now even he had to laugh, switching from just a couple of fingers to all ten of them, digging viciously and unrelentingly. The nerd already couldn’t even form the proper pleas for mercy, and it was still so early on. It was hilarious!

“Seriously,” the blonde snickered, relief and satisfaction filling him up as he watched his friend fall apart in the right way this time, without all that vigilante nonsense. “Get it together, Deku!”

He was used to it now, his friend’s stamina. He knew it would take a while to break him, especially when he’d been wanting it so bad to begin with. But Bakugou was patient, and meticulous, and observant, and he tickled and teased and did not stop even a little bit now that he had gotten Deku so worked up, knowing it was necessary both to get him to wear out and to help the happy headspace soak in.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE KAHAHAHAHAHAHACCHAN!!” he shrieked after a while had passed. Mirthful tears were brimming in his eyes and his cheeks were so red he looked like a strawberry and he was gasping for breath between every scream of laughter. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!”

Bakugou knew it was time for the grand finale now, so still keeping pace, he slipped his thumbs just under Deku’s shorts to get to the really good ticklish spot along his inner hips, reveling in the absolute wail of ticklish laughter that flew past his friend’s mouth as he began to wiggle there. “One word, Izuku. Just one. You know it, don’t you? Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish little nerd~”

“KAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!” Deku screamed, his laughter finally dissolving into wheezing gasps before he submitted entirely. “REHEHEHEHEHEHEHED!!”

Bakugou felt a swell of pride. He’d done it. He gently skittered his fingers over Deku’s belly one last time as a cool-down before taking his hands away entirely, watching as the greenette sucked in lungfuls of air and beamed dopily up at the ceiling and generally just looked so much happier than he had in weeks. The blonde smiled. In the long run, he knew he could never truly make Deku forget about All Might and everything that had happened to him since coming to UA. But right here in this moment, he suspected he’d done exactly that.

This had been completely worth it.

“Breathe, Izuku,” he said after a minute or so had passed, reaching forward to undo the handcuffs and help him bring his arms back down to his sides. “Don’t die on me yet.” He thought about making a quip about how they still needed him to kick Shigaraki’s ass, then decided that would negate the whole point of this session.

“T-Thanks, Kacchahahahan…” Deku mumbled at last, having caught enough breath to be able to giggle out some words. He found Bakugou’s gaze and said, “You’re my best friend.”

Bakugou’s eyes went wide with shock in the split second before he thought to turn his face away. “Fucking shit, Deku, you can’t just say stuff like that.” He hid his face behind his hand and grumbled, “Maybe I overdid it.”

Deku giggled again, shoving at him playfully, drawing his attention back down to him. “Get it together, Kacchan.”

Bakugou would have gone right back into it for that, but seeing the completely satisfied and happy look on Deku’s face – seeing him lit up like the sun for the first time in forever – the blonde couldn’t quite bring himself to try and brush off this moment, sentimental as it was. He let out a scoff of laughter, climbing off of him even as he snuck in one last poke, got one last giggle.

“Save it for the next time you come after me, Izuku.”

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