Aaaa fic request of Lee denki ler Kirishimaaaaa? Ofc nf and have a good rest of your day !! 😝😝😝
IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW I WOULDNT GET NOTIFIED FOR ASKS IM SORRY I NEVER SAW THIS AHHHHHHHH
Beneath the Lightning
Lee: Denki
Ler: Kirishima
SFW! NSFW DNI
Summary: Kaminari tweaks his hero costume and has to go out for training with Class 1-A with a piece missing because it wasn’t fully ready yet, leaving an opening that is much more of a vulnerability than he had thought.
Ships: KamiKiri if wanted!
Word count: 1116
Reading time: 4m 28s
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, scroll if it isn’t ur thing!
A/N: holy crap my motivation is through the roof rn, and sorry that this is all back tickles, I’m sure you probably wanted variety 😭😭
“Uhhh, hey Hatsume?”
Kaminari peeks his head into Mei’s classroom, his eyes instantly drawn to her quickly moving hands working on different machinery. She turns and catches his eye.
“Yes, what do you want?”
“Would my hero costume happen to be done? Mr. Aizawa wants us all to wear ours for training today.”
Mei sighs.
“Not entirely. But you’ll live with it. I know you wanted your electricity enhancers to connect to your back, so there’s an open back on the costume that I was going to place the machine into. If you need it now, you’re gonna have to deal with the breeze against your back. That fine with you?”
Kaminari nods, stepping fully inside and looking around. He’s always been awed by this place.
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll just need to make sure nobody gets a hit in, that’s a pretty big safety hazard in a battle. I’ll just tell Aizawa the piece that’s supposed to go there is being worked on..he shouldn’t be too mad.”
Hatsume walks over to a closet that most likely holds her costume work, then comes out with his costume in her hands, handing it over to him.
“There are enhancers on the legs, though. So I’d primarily use any kicking skills you have.”
Kaminari nods and thanks her before rushing out with the costume, not wanting to take up too much of her time.
Kaminari steps out onto the training field after a few stretches and a swig of his water bottle, a confident demeanor radiating off of him despite the vulnerability he’s subconsciously aware of with the missing piece of his costume.
“You’re missing something, sparky.”
He turns to the snide comment from their resident Pomeranian.
“Mei didn’t finish my enhancers in time, they were meant to connect to a machine that she was gonna sew into the back. I’ll manage though, and plus, now all the ladies get to see my awesome muscles”
He flashes a grin and flexes his back. Katsuki rolls his eyes and stomps away, annoyed by his cocky attitude.
The training exercise was done in pairs, so of course the iconic duo, Kiri and Kami, go ahead and pair up. They share a manly high five before sitting down and waiting for Aizawa’s instructions. He was currently busy talking to Mic.
“Dude, you’re uh..missing a piece. What’s that about?”
Denki sighs, already finding the act of explaining this tedious.
“Mei didn’t finish a piece of machinery that she was gonna sew into the hole, so I have a sick open back for now.”
“Someone’s gonna get a hit on you through that thing, you need to watch it closely.” Kiri warns, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Meh, I have good spatial awareness, I can handle an open back.”
A moment of silence, Kaminari just assumes the conversation is over and stares off into the distance slightly, already zoning out.
He’s suddenly ripped from his trance at a swipe of Kiri’s nail up his spine. He shrieks and jolts forward, releasing a small electricity spark from pure shock.
“J-Jeez, Kiri, what was that?!”
Kirishima grins.
“Thought you said you had good spatial awareness. And it seems like your back was an awful spot to be vulnerable of all places, it seems pretty sensitive.”
He reaches out and spiders his surprisingly long nails along the length of his back, causing Denki to arch his back and fall slightly against him, jerking side to side to try and squirm away from the touch.
“EEHEHE!! STAHAP!”
He lets out tiny shocks of electricity, only making himself more ticklish. Kiri flinches at first, then realizes they don’t hurt and continues with ease. He grabs Denki’s wrists and pulls his arms over him and beside him, using his other hand to spider all over his open back.
Denki kicks his legs softly and buries his face in Kiri’s shoulder, hiding the flush on his face from the embarrassment and just his smile in general.
“Hey, hiding your smile isn’t manly, bro. What do you think tickles are meant to do? Let me see so I know Ive still got that ler power in me.”
He grins and nudges his head off, turning him so his neck is on his lap and his arms are above him, his back basically in the air so there’s room for Kiri to sneak his hand underneath him and continue the maddening back tickles.
Denki lets out a deafening shriek when Kirishima’s nails drag over one of his shoulder blades, his whole body jolting at full force at the tickly touch.
“EEEEEHAAHAHA!! KIRI PLEHEASE OHOH MY GOHOSH!!”
He digs his heels into the bench as tears of mirth well in his eyes, his face flushing from the intense tickles against one of his worst spots.
“Please what, man? Please keep going? Why didn’t you say so~”
He suddenly flips him over, trading his adorable smile for better access to his back.
Kiri balls his tickling hand into a fist and suddenly presses his knuckles into his back right by his ribs, vibrating them against the skin and moving them down to his hips in a tickly manner, then back up again.
“GAHAHAAHAHA!! ITS SO BAHAHAHAD PLEASE NOT THAHAHAT EEEE!!”
Small, low voltage trails of electricity follow Kiri’s knuckles at each point of contact, creating a pretty pattern. the feeling of his knuckles digging between each rib an insanely ticklish sensation, causing his electricity to pile up around the area being tickled as some sort of defense mechanism, though it barely does anything.
“Quit shocking me, dude, it tickles.”
Kaminari lets out an exasperated noise between his cackles.
“IHIHIHIT TICKLES YOU?!?! WHAHAT ABOUT ME?”
Kirishima chuckles and switches to running his nails in a circle around his upper back, an intense tingle running down Kaminari’s spine each time it runs over the back of his neck, only making him more sensitive. It makes him laugh less because it’s less intense, sure, but fuck, it tickles like hell.
“EhehehehEHEHE!! Stohohoop..”
He whines through his nonstop giggles, completely unable to shut his mouth or even attempt trying not to laugh due to the constant tickly feeling overwhelming his senses.
At this point he’s also gone limp against Kiri’s lap, just letting him tickle him. He’d never admit the fact that he never truly minded this tickle onslaught, but it was quite obvious by the way he never even attempted to pull his arms from Kiri’s grip.
Kirishima suddenly skitters all five nails down his spine before coming to a stop, leaving Kaminari a giggly, sparking mess on his lap.
“Let that be a lesson to not get too cocky, it’s not manly. You probably have 5 minutes before Aizawa’s done, so calm down fast.”
Kiri warns him while gently running his palm against his back to get out all the phantom tickles.
“Yohou’re a menace..Mhmhm..”
“Don’t act like you don’t love being tickled, Kami, I’ve seen your secret account.”
Denki freezes. Huh..?
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Here you go @todoroklee! I’m sorry it’s such a short fic I wrote this at 3:29 am 😭💀
