Hi there, this is a tickle blog. Here I post tickle fics, and they are SFW. Also, English isn't my native language, feel free to tell me if I make mistakes!
I'm okay, thank you anon, I'm just taking a looong break from My Hero Academia, I'm not really into it anymore, and I'm sorry because I promised some fics
Hey, your fics are amazing! I’d never have guessed that English isn’t you first language. If you want, I can edit you fics for you? Only if you want?
Hey, thank you! I'm sorry, I'm not writing fics anymore, it's too much for me and I'm not into My Hero Academia anymore, maybe I'll try again later? For now, let's say I'm on a big hiatus. But thank you, it was really kind of you! đź’•
If I can request a fanfic,could it be about only villian (preferably someone from the league of villian) capturing deku and touring him with tickles for info,from bnha ? If you want to that is!
That sounds great! It goes into my list~
Sorry I write slowly, because I write in my native language first and then I translate in English, but it will be done!
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Summary :Â In the common room, everyone is having fun with All Might, leaving Izuku aside. After being close to his mentor, he feels abandoned now. But All Might is not going to let him feel like that for a long time.
Before you read : Tickle fic / Light spoilers after AFO fight / Teasing (baby talk) / Dad Might can be a villain / I’m so sorry I need these two to be closer / English isn’t my native language !Â
All Might was surrounded, no escape, forced to fight his enemies. He stared around him, who was on the side of his injury due to All For One. Relieved, he found that the person was not dangerous to him. There was a flaw in this circle, a flaw, the size of a student. The invisible student.
This little game had started on a rest day for everyone, including teachers. All Might, as a thoughtful teacher, had challenged his entire class to a game: manage to knock him down and keep him there for a minute.
Everyone, even Bakugou, had played the game, and this is how All Might found himself in this situation. Only Izuku couldn’t participate due to a recovering injury. It was therefore the arm in the plaster that he observed the fight.
He didn’t want to admit it, but he was very disappointed not to be able to participate. Seeing all the others having fun with his mentor without being able to take part in it made him very sad. But he still wanted to watch the fight, not only to see how his friends had progressed, but also to see how All Might was going to survive despite his lack of time in Hero Form and without hurting anyone.
"Are you ready ?" Roared his heroic voice.
"Yes sir !" Exclaimed the class in return.
"Let's go !"
Perhaps the best tactic was to define a plan of action before acting, but they were too excited to play with their teacher that they didn’t think about it and all threw themselves on him. As All Might expected.
Effortlessly, he made them fly one after the other in the sofas of the common room, reducing to nothing their hopes of beating him. But it had to be confessed, it was very amusing, and some even came back to the charge to make a turn in the air. Everyone was having a lot of fun, except for a few who gave up as soon as they realized it wouldn’t be a serious fight.
Only Izuku did not have fun. Yes it was funny to see his friends being thrown in the air, but he also wanted to have fun, and because of his nonsense, he still had to stay behind them. He decided to return to his room, no longer supporting the screams and laughter of his class. Nobody noticed his departure, not even All Might, too busy fighting his students.
Ten minutes later, everyone gave up. And it was a relief for Toshinori, who couldn’t keep his Hero Form longer. As a punishment for failing to beat him, the students had to clean the common room.
Toshinori noticed the absence of his successor. He looked for a few seconds, but found that he was no longer in the room. Could his arm hurt him? He had to be clear about it.
He had to face a closed door and no answer from his successor, he must surely have fallen asleep. Toshinori decided not to insist and returned to his students.
Izuku was not sleeping, although his eyes hurt as much.He was being ridiculous. He shouldn’t be sad for such a stupid thing. But he felt put aside by his idol. He himself had sworn to always be there for him. It was more than stupid to be jealous. After all, All Might is the teacher of the whole class, it is normal that he takes care of other people than his successor. But deep down, he still had pain. He was put aside by the person he considered as a father.
Father he never had. They had made fun of him during his childhood because he didn’t have a father. And today, he had a father figure who finally did not pay more attention to him than his biological father.
Izuku felt more than stupid. He was there to make the child jealous, who doesn’t want to share his father. But who did he think he was ? He is not even the biological child of Toshinori. That made him sick. He had a knotted stomach. He had to stay away from his mentor for a few days, as long as it went.
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And this is how Toshinori found himself alone at his lunches, could not supervise the trainings of his successor, and had to ask through Aizawa how Izuku was.
"What's going on, Toshinori ?"
"I don’t know, the boy refuses to talk to me, he avoids me as much as possible and I don’t even know why !"
"Avoid putting blood on the students' copies, please."
"Agh, sorry."
"Anyway, this is your stuff. If the boy has something with you, it's up to you to fix it."
"Thanks, that helps me a lot..."
A few days passed, and thanks to Recovery Girl, Izuku could remove his plaster. He felt relieved and free again. But he kept the ball in his stomach, thoughts never left him, he felt guilty for having been jealous. Maybe he was not a good successor ? If he doesn’t know how to get away from his mentor and accept that he is not always at his side, this is proof that he is not the right person to resume the work of All Might.
Despite his bad thoughts, he attended the classes of the day. Fortunately for him, All Might was not teaching today, enough to avoid aggravating his bad thoughts. Aizawa seemed particularly focused on him, something to destabilize him a little.
The day passed quite quickly, and returning to the dorms, he was relieved to see that All Might wasn’t waiting for them. He settled on one of the sofas and started reading newspaper articles on his phone. But the calm was short-lived.
"Ha ha ! I am here ! To confront you with a new challenge !" Sounds the voice of the former hero n ° 1.
Everyone gathered around him, waiting for instructions. The pro hero had hidden somewhere in the building, a key to open a box also hidden, and in which was a fake bomb. It was a team effort since everyone had to look for it, and all those who did not look for it would be a household chore. Immediately, everyone went to work. Everyone except Izuku, still on his couch and with his headphone.
"Um ..." All Might thought aloud.
He approached his pupil, removed the headphone, and waited for him to look up from his screen. You could read the anxiety but also a touch of annoyance on Izuku's face.
"Don’t you want to play with others ?"
Izuku couldn’t answer, he didn’t want to get mad at his teacher, afraid of losing the connection he had with him, so he looked away. All Might waited a few seconds before setting to the same level as his student.
"I don’t want to..." The boy finally answered.
"Midoriya, my boy, what's going on ?"
Izuku blushed at the thought of confessing to his mentor that he was jealous to see him having fun with the other students. Because it was the truth. And he didn’t even deserve the attention of this hero. Especially for this kind of nonsense. So he didn’t say anything.
"You can tell me everything, I've told you the secret of my Quirk, it's not nothing !" Tried to joke All Might, but it wasn’t very effective.
After several minutes in silence, the hero decided to give up. He got up and walked to the hallway, leaving his pupil alone. He would soon have to resume his role in the search for the bomb. And after all, he couldn’t force Izuku to talk to him... Or maybe he could ?
"Hmm..." The Hero grinned.
He returned to the room where Izuku was. He was determined to have answers to his questions. His successor looked up from his phone and sighed.
"All Might, I still don’t want to talk..."
"Well since you don’t want to play with the others, it's with me that you'll play !"
He tried to get the boy in the couch, but Izuku used his Quirk and started running. Nothing to discourage the hero, who had especially kept his time in Hero Form to play with his students. He chased the boy around the room, jumping over the furniture to surprise him. Izuku began to relax, and even to have fun.
"You can’t escape, my boy !" All Might teased.
Light laughs began to be heard. Izuku was having fun, and that didn’t escape his teacher. He doubled his efforts to continue the chase, and threw cushions caught during the race, in the legs of the boy. He almost tripped and shouted "It's cheating !" to his mentor. These few seconds of distraction were enough for All Might to catch his successor. He carried it with an arm like a newborn, and used the other hand to tickle his belly.
"So we wanted to escape, mh ?"
"All Might! That tihickles !"
"Oh and you’ve seen nothing !"
He brought his pupil's belly to his mouth, and blew a huge raspberry. He had never done it, and it seemed like a good time to try. And the result was well beyond what he hoped. The boy was lost in a stream of laughter, trying to escape. But he was well held in the strong arms of his mentor.
"Well, my boy, were we a little grumpy today ?"
Izuku didn’t answer, although the attack stopped to let him talk, he couldn’t find anything to say. But it did not matter, All Might had other tricks in his bag.
"Okay... so I'll have to get you to tell me."
If the voice All Might used when he was playing the villain was already giving the boy chills, it was nothing next to the one he was using now.
The hero took up the idea of ​​raspberry again. It worked so well, it would be a shame not to use it a little more.
"Nohoho !" The boy shouted.
This time, Izuku struggled a lot more, trying to escape his mentor, but he was determined to continue. But nothing worked, he had to suffer spider tickles on his belly, the scribbles under his arms, the raspberries on his ribs. The hero waited a few seconds, letting the boy catch his breath. He wasn’t going to give up, he wanted answers.
"So ?"
"You ... You play very well the villain ..."
The hero grinned, "Only for you in those moments !"
Deciding it wasn’t enough, All Might returned the boy, hanging his legs on one shoulder. Izuku was now upside down. The hero had perfect access to his knees, which he squeezed. The boy's laughter came back very quickly, punctuated by squeals and hiccups.
"All Mihihight no mohohore !"
"Are you going to talk, young hero ?" Roared his villain voice.
"Never !"
"It seems like I have to use my special attack !"
"What- Whoa !"
The boy's back ended up on a couch. Before he could see, two hands were already attacking him from all sides. That was his special attack ? Nothing really bad-
"Aww look at you, my boy, a little ball of giggles ! You're ticklish everywhere ! Here ! Here ! Oh and here !"
Oh, that special attack.
"Nohoho ! Not the teasing ! I'm nohohot a baby !"
"Oh really ? Then why is it so effective, hm ?"
Izuku could no longer answer, his face red with shame. His mentor knew him very well, and knew that this kind of thing was very effective with his boy.
The proof, Izuku ends up shouting "Fine ! I'll tell you ! Just stohohop !"
All Might stopped his special attack and waited for the boy to catch his breath. But he could see that his successor was having trouble finding the words. He blushed and looked from all sides except in the eyes of his mentor. All Might, become Toshinori because his time was up, smiled.
"You don’t have to tell me, my boy."
"Ah-! Really ?"
The hero had come to understand, because he was the same with Nana, he didn’t like to share the affection of his mentor with others. He understood as soon as Izuku laughed during the chase. He looked like a child sulking his father because he had played with other children, and finally forgave him as soon as he played with him.
In fact, Izuku was more of a teenager and had passed the age of sulking. But to grow up without a father, find a paternal figure and build relationships, it can make someone return to childhood. And then, Izuku was far too adorable to blame anything.
"You know, my boy, that I promised to devote myself to your education. I'll be there as much as you need. I'm -your father- mentor, and you’re -my son- my successor, there's no stronger bond."
Izuku was speechless, tears welling up in his eyes. Toshinori chuckled and wiped the boy's cheeks with his sleeve.
"All Might, I-"
"We found it, sensei !" The whole class burst into the living room. Tsuyu held in her hands a shoe box covered with gift wrap. Not very subtle as a bomb.
"Did you defuse the bomb ?" The hero approached the group.
"We opened the box, and there was candy inside ! We are no longer children, sensei !"
"Heh, I know." Toshinori winked at Izuku.
"They are mine, then !" He cried, picking up his Hero Form, stole the box and ran out.
The students shouted, chasing him. Izuku was still recovering from his emotions, but decided to participate in the race. After all, he could share his father with the others.
Summary :Â All Might has received a plush that looks like his successor, and Izuku discovers it. But what will be his reaction?
Before you read : Light spoilers after AFO fight / SFW / Fluffy fluff / Dad Might hehe /Â English is still not my native languageÂ
Inko Midoriya, alone in her flat that seemed so empty since her son's departure for the dorms, found all sorts of occupations to ward off her loneliness. Make pastries and share them with neighbors, do sewing, read love novels, knit, crochet ... Her latest crochet creation was a child Izuku in his All Might pajamas. She kept looking at it as she remembered her little boy running around the apartment playing the hero. As if he was still her baby, she took her mini Izuku with her to go shopping, to go for a walk, to go to the beach. He loved the beach. And now, the one that was once filled with garbage, was completely clean and ready to welcome new children.
Inko left her house for her daily walk. She decided to go to this famous beach, hoping deep inside to see her little boy running on the wet sand, his arms filled with shells. But at this time, the beach was rather empty. It was getting late, the sun was already starting to set.
She let a sigh of disappointment escape her lips, before going down to the beach. She felt so lonely, even seeing strangers in the distance would have warmed her heart. But she was alone.
No. She wasn’t. She had mini Izuku with her. It made her smile again. The sound of the waves was relaxing, it filled the silence of the walk. She took out mini Izuku from her bag and showed it the sea.
"Do you remember the day you picked up a beautiful shell? You didn’t want to leave it, you even wanted to sleep with it at night. It's still on your shelf in your room. You remember?"
Sadly, no answer came out of the doll, but it didn’t matter. Talking to it was like talking to his son, and that's all she cared about. Â
"And the day you found a toy in the sand. You really wanted to keep it, and I was suspicious of it, who knows what touched it? But you didn’t want to listen to me. I must admit that as soon as we came back I threw it away. Fortunately, your other toys had been a diversion."
She sat on the sand, facing the sea, watching the sun set over the horizon. All these memories were both painful and filled with joy. If only his father could have seen him grow up...
"Mrs. Midoriya? Is everything ok?"
She went out of her thoughts at the call of her name and looked up to see his interlocutor. A tall, slender man, blond hair, in a shirt too big for him and khaki shorts. It took her a few seconds to recognize him. Izuku's teacher and former hero No.1-
"All Might?"
She got up suddenly, rubbed the sand on her clothes and put a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Yes, yes I'm fine, don’t worry."
"Sorry, I didn’t want to sound rude, you seemed so sad..."
"Ah... When you have children, they end up leaving home... I miss Izuku a lot."
Mini Izuku was still in her hand, and the hero couldn’t help but notice. He didn’t dare to say anything, staring at it for a moment. Inko followed his gaze and realized that he had seen the doll.
"Ah. I must look stupid, to make a replica of my son..." She blushed. He smiled.
"No. It is very well done, you have a lot of talent. I'd like to have such a talent!"
"Coming from the Hero No.1, I take this as a great compliment." She laughed.
He blushed, his eyes fixed again on the object. He noticed the pajamas on the doll and stifled a laugh.
"I can’t help it, in all my memories he's wearing that pajamas!" She smiled.
All Might couldn’t take his eyes off the doll. It looked a lot like Izuku. His successor had acquired a certain importance in his heart and this kind of object could melt his heart. He blushed at the thought of having one for him.
Inko realized that the doll didn’t leave him indifferent, so she had an idea. She pretended to have to go back home because it was getting late, and greeted the hero.
She spent the whole evening and part of the night making a doll identical to hers. In the early morning she wrapped it neatly in a box and added a note. Then sent it to his son's school for the attention of All Might.
A few days later, the hero had forgotten his meeting with Inko. He had run out of paperwork and couldn’t find time to rest. He was exhausted.
Under the stack of envelopes not yet opened, was a package. He examined it for a moment before seeing where it came from.
"Midoriya’s?"
He opened it without hesitation. The object was carefully wrapped under several layers of bubble wrap. He gave them to Present Mic, who loved to play with, annoying Aizawa by the way.
The layers of bubble paper removed, he could discover the precious treasure. He expected everything except a mini crochet Izuku. His heart stopped for a second. This woman, she knew how to make surprises.
Obviously, the gift didn’t escape his colleagues, starting with Mic, intrigued to receive bubble wrap. Aizawa glanced and smothered a mocking laugh. No matter what they thought about it, he loved it.
He used the return address on the package to send a letter of thanks, expressing his surprise and happiness. The question was whether or not Izuku should be aware of this story, and the existence of the dolls.
Like Inko, he couldn’t help taking his little gift everywhere. For nearly a week, he managed to keep this secret. Until the day he invited the real Izuku to his office, forgetting mini Izuku comfortably sitting on his desk. He didn’t understand until he saw Izuku staring at the object.
He expected everything except to see him blush. He thought he was embarrassed or worse, disgusted. See him turn his back and run away. But no. He was moved. Just moved. And still a little embarrassed.
"I see, my mother made one for you too."
"So you knew?"
"For the doll? Of course, she showed it to me the day she made it. But you, I didn’t expect it."
"If it makes you uncomfortable, I can give it back..."
"No no! You can keep it. Just don’t show it to teachers or students, please."
Oh.
"Actually... Aizawa-kun and Present Mic are already aware."
"I should have known, Aizawa-sensei looks at me strangely for a while."
"Sorry my boy."
"At least the others aren’t aware."
Not yet.
"All Might sensei, it’s Deku, right?"
And voila. He managed to keep it secret for another week, before daring to take it with him to class, hidden behind a binder. He didn’t expect Uraraka to come to his desk.
The whole class stood up to see, before being called to order. Izuku had disappeared under his notebook, red with shame. Oh of course, All Might knew how to keep a heavy secret like his Quirk, but a simple doll with the effigy of his successor was too hard to hide.
But Izuku knew how to take revenge.
A few days later, the doll story was forgotten by most of the class. No one was referring to it anymore. It was time to take revenge.
When he went back to see his mother over the weekend, he told her the whole story. Of course she couldn't help laughing. He then asked to use her talents to create another doll, very special.
On his return to school, he proudly showed a doll with the effigy of All Might, but in his true form, wearing his usual khaki pants, with a white t-shirt on which was written "No.1".
Recently, the whole world knew the true form of the hero. The pupils had no trouble recognizing him when they saw the doll. But Izuku was waiting for the reaction of one person : the hero himself.
The lesson had begun a short time ago, the class was calm and working on a personal project. It was the perfect moment.
"All Might, I need your advice, please."
"I'm coming, my boy."
The hero walked to his student's desk, trying to guess what he might ask. He stopped in front of him, waiting for the question. Izuku stared at him for a moment, then lifted the notebook under which was hidden a doll. A doll that looked like him... a lot. He felt red rising on his cheeks.
"It's on the family to make surprises, I feel." He whispered.
"I hold that from my mother." The boy smiled.
"Well, I guess we're quits now." He chuckled.
"Maybe..."
Maybe? What did he mean by maybe ?
"So, Toshi, do we become his student's doll?" Aizawa joked.
"I want a Toshinori-san doll too!" Present Mic exclaimed.
Summary : Izuku stays awake late at night and this is felt the next day, he’s sleepy in class. All Might decides to change that.
Before you read : This is a tickle fic / SFW fic / English isn’t my native language / Let’s get some fluff here / Maybe have a cup of tea ?
The first days, All Might hadn’t noticed anything. Izuku seemed away during class, but he did not see anything serious about it. Sometimes he let his head rest on his hands, his eyes half closed, but after training, most of the students in his class were in the same state.
It was when the class was not training that day but Izuku still seemed tired, that his mentor suspected something. Throughout the class, he watched his successor slowly fall into a light sleep, then recover, then fall. All Might decided to investigate after class.
Back in the dorms, everyone had their business. A small group did their homework in the common room, others preferred to do it alone, and others played outside while the time still allowed. Where was Izuku in all this?
After asking the group who worked in the common room, it turned out that Izuku had locked himself directly in his room. Well, now that he knew where to look, he had to find out what made him so tired.
"My boy ?" He knocked.
"Ah ! Come in !"
"Did I scare you ?"
"No, no no, I was lost in my thoughts."
"Hmm ... And what are you doing? "
Seeing papers scattered on the boy's desk, he approached to see, but Izuku quickly put them aside.
"I ... I do some research on heroes... for a homework."
It was clear that it was a lie, but All Might did not pay attention. He remained a moment without saying anything, then decided to ask the big question.
"Midoriya, my boy, you look tired these last days. Is there anything bothering you?"
Izuku jumped at the question and began to stammer an excuse. Apparently, his homework took him a lot of time and tired him, that was all.
"Okay, but try to get some rest."
After closing the door, he heard a sigh of relief from the boy. What was he hiding from him? For the moment, he had to know what it was about this homework. Passing through the common room, he looked over his students' shoulders to see what they were working on. He found that it was a work for Present Mic. He made his way to Aizawa's room. If he asks him, he will know if it was a lie.
"Nope. I didn’t give anything this week. The boy lied."
Back in the common room, homework was finished. They all settled in the sofas to watch a movie. A few students were missing, including Izuku.
"My boy ?" He knocked again.
No answer.
"Midoriya ?"
Still no answer. He waited a few minutes before opening the door. It was never locked. He hoped to see the boy asleep, but instead he found him focused on his papers, headphones in his ears. All Might smiled and approached slowly. When he was behind the boy, he put his large hands on his shoulders, making him jump.
"Ahhh ! A-All Might !" Izuku shouted.
"Sorry my boy, but you looked so focused, I could not help it !" All Might smiled.
Izuku sighed but smiled too.
"Why did you come, All Might ?"
"Why don’t you watch the movie with the others ?"
"They're watching a movie ?"
"I see ... you have not been out of your room since I left."
"No, I'm pretty busy."
"It's not a homework, is it ?"
Izuku blushed and turned to hide it. But his mentor knew him well and knew he was blushing.
"Can I see ?"
"N-No !"
"Why not ?"
The boy lost his words, making excuses for not sharing his work with his teacher. But no luck for him, All Might was curious in nature. Izuku tried to hide the text with his hands, but All Might removed them. A short battle between the boy who was putting his hands and his mentor who was taking them off immediately. He finally grabbed the boy's wrists and forced him to keep his hands up. Finally, All Might could read.
"These are newspaper articles about the exploits of several heroes." he said.
Izuku said nothing, arms still stretched towards the ceiling. He wanted to free them but All Might held them firmly.
"Why... Why hide it from me ?"
"Because... Despite everything, I continue my notebooks for my future career as a hero... I know it's ridiculous..."
"Absolutely not ! My boy, when I met you, I signed one of your notebooks, didn’t I ? And I read your notes, they were incredible ! "
He finally released his successor's wrists and put his hands on his shoulders. Izuku did not look at him in the eyes, he blushed with the compliment.
"Please, my boy, no matter what they could say, it's not ridiculous, so do not stop."
"Really ?"
"Yes, really."
A silence settled, the boy had resumed his smile and his thoughts, while All Might continued his reading. Finally, the pieces of the puzzle are put in place.
"So, that's what keeps you awake at night ?" All Might asked.
"I am so absorbed in what I’m doing, that I don’t see the time passing." Izuku confessed.
"You should be more careful, it's important to sleep. And I saw you sleeping in class, I didn’t say anything but Aizawa has threatened to throw you out the window next time."
Izuku swallowed with fear and assured him he won’t go to bed late. All Might congratulated him and went out. But he will still come back at bedtime to make sure he keeps his promise.
And he was right to come back, because as he suspected, Izuku was not ready to sleep. He seemed filled with energy, listening to music and writing at lightning speed. All Might thought for a moment, then smiled. He lifted the boy by the armpits like he would do with a cat, and headed for his bed.
"I told you to go to sleep early, no ?"
"A-All Might !"
He gently put him on his bed and began to tidy his desk. The boy protested several times, but his mentor didn’t listen to him.
"Go take a shower, my boy, otherwise I’ll give it to you." All Might teased.
Izuku no longer protested and obeyed. When he had finished, he couldn’t help but blush at noticing that his last clean pajamas was an All Might Silver Age kigurumi.
"Heh, fanboy." The hero laughed.
The said fanboy didn’t answer and settled down on his bed, waiting for All Might to leave. But he didn’t seem ready to leave. He was not going to stay until he fell asleep ?
"You... You can go you know. I'm going to bed, I promise." Izuku said.
"Are you tired ?" All Might asked.
"Not really..." The boy confessed.
"So my job here is not finished !"
"What do you mean ?"
"Well, I'm going to make you tired."
"What ? By making me run ?"
The hero didn’t answer, and approached his successor. Izuku was curious, was he going to tell heroes stories until he fell asleep ? Knowing him, it was possible.
"No, better than that."
"So what's- Ahhh !"
Izuku screamed in surprise when he was pushed by his mentor. He found himself lying on his back, All Might on his knees beside his bed. Before he could protest, he felt two big hands catch his hips, thumbs playing with the bones.
"All Mihight! Dohohon't ! "
"Don’t what, my boy ? I'm doing nothing." All Might grinned.
All Might stopped, letting the boy catch his breath. Izuku laid on his side, his back facing the hero, the residual giggles leaving his body.
"You're so mean."
"And this is just the beginning !" All Might stood up.
"Wha- Ahhh nohoho !"
Pinching the boy's ribs with one hand, he used the other to explore his belly. Izuku could not stand it very long and tried to lay on his stomach to protect him.
"Bad idea, my boy~" He cooed.
He knew that his successor's lower back was a very sensitive point, and obviously he was going to use it. Like a pianist, he played with the boy’s back, alternating between his ribs and his lower back. Izuku was totally lost in his laugh, not even trying to make sentences or begging his mentor to stop.
Finally, when he thought he had enough, All Might stopped again. He contemplated his work : Izuku, lying on his stomach, still lost in the last giggles. He waited for him to catch his breath.
"Are you tired now ?" He smiled.
Izuku didn’t give him an answer. He thought he had to still catch his breath, or was he angry ? He bent to see his face, and found with amusement that the boy had fallen asleep. Of course, he was tired now. All Might dared to put a kiss on the boy's forehead and left the room.
Summary : I'm not good at summaries. Just, All Might tells humiliating things about Izuku's training at his class, as a father would do with his son, and Izuku points it out to him.
Before you read : It's a tickle fic / It's a SFW fic / English isn't my native language, I'm sorry if make mistakes / You can tell me if I make mistakes, it will help me a lot! / Please have a great day!
Izuku’s face changed when he saw the members of class 1-A on the training field. Since he was in his new school, he's been training daily after school with his mentor, All Might, looking more like a father than a teacher with him.
In his hero form, All Might was holding the boy upside down, making him think in a new situation. Izuku tried to escape, blushing. He didn't want to be seen like that by his friends. The hero put him down and greet his students.
“Hello kids, you came to train too ?”
“In fact, we were wondering what you were doing with Midoriya, All Might sensei.” Said Tsuyu, the others behind her nodded.
The hero made another heroic laugh, leaned over and wrapped an arm around the shoulders of his successor. Izuku jumped and blushed.
"We... Hum..." He stuttered.
"We are training!" Said All Might happily.
“You are training? But we do it every day!” Ochaco said, tired.
"Yes indeed. But Young Midoriya needs more advice. After all, he doesn’t control his quirk yet." The teacher explained.
"All Might..." Izuku blushed with shame. It's like a father talking about his son's problems with his friends. And it was going to get worse.
"You know, when I met him, he was very weak, so we had a lot of work to do.”
"Ugh... Please stop."
"But he worked well, and today he has made a lot of progress." He ran his huge hand through the boy's hair, which hid his face in his hands.
"Tell us please!" Kirishima seemed interested in seeing how Izuku had become a man.
"Initially, he could barely move a tire. He collapsed after each training, swearing that he would become like me. It was very brave."
Izuku said nothing, his red face ready to explode, hidden in his hands. Why did All Might tell all of this? To humiliate him? Maybe he was wrong when he saw him as a dad...
"But you know, I'm very proud of him, he's done more than I could imagine. He will become a great hero, like all of you!"
The boy came out of his hiding place and cast a surprised look at his mentor. He replied with a heroic smile and a wink.
"Well, now, go home! Tomorrow is a busy day, the exercises will be hard and I will not give you any gifts! "
The class answered with a tired sigh, before greeting their teacher and leaving. Once they were all gone, All Might resumed its normal form and sat next to Izuku. He was still blushing. The hero said nothing, wondering if he had not gone too far. After all, he no longer saw Midoriya as a student or successor, but as a son, and he was incredibly proud.
"I... Hum..."
"At least you didn't tell them about...that." Izuku said, avoiding his mentor's gaze.
"Oh... You mean this!" he replied, planting his ten fingers in the boy's ribs.
He uttered a cry of surprise and tried to get away from the big hands that were attacking him. But he was gripped by the arm and lying on the hero's lap. He took the opportunity to scribble the belly of the poor boy, already lost in a stream of laughter.
"All Might! Stohohop! Please! "
"Only if you tell me why you blushed so much earlier. Are you in love? "
"Nohoho!"
"No ?"
He went down on the boy's hips, making him jump and double his cries. Although he was no longer in his hero form, he still had enough strength to keep the boy in place.
"So tell me, what happened?" He asked curiously. He suspected the answer, but any excuse was good to tickle him.
"Plehehease stop!"
"Answer my question first." He was using his teasing voice.
All Might returned to the boy's ribs, playing separately with each of them. He knew it was one of the things that could make Izuku crack. And indeed, a few minutes later, he cracked.
"Okay okay! I will tell you! Stohohop!"
The hero stopped, ready to listen. Picking up his breath, Izuku gathered his thoughts. How would he confess to his mentor, his idol, that he saw in him the father he never had? Impossible.
"I... Uh... I have fever?" He was a bad liar. And All Might knew it.
"If you don't tell me the truth, you know what's waiting for you..." He raised his hands above the boy's belly, approaching them dangerously.
"Wait nohohoho!"
"So?" He stopped a few inches from the boy.
"I see you as a father!" Izuku unpacked everything without thinking, then hid again.
All Might didn't say anything. So it was reciprocal? So the boy did not think he was too close? It was a relief. He wanted above all the well-being of the boy, even if it meant not being too close. But in the end, it was the opposite, he saw him as a father. He couldn't be happier.
"But that does not explain why you were blushing." He smiled, running his hand through the boy’s hair.
"You... You were acting like a dad telling humiliating things about his son's childhood..." he whispered, hoping he did not hear.
Of course he did, and his smile grew stronger. This boy was too adorable not to smile. Izuku looked up at him and waited for an answer.
"You're not saying anything... I... I should go..." He got up, but was stopped and caught in a hug.
"Usually, I'm not very cuddly. But I make an exception for my son. "
It took Izuku a few seconds to understand. When it hit him, he hid his face in his mentor's chest. He couldn't stop crying.
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