"It's so unfair!" complained Mineta, his fingers scribbling madly up and down the pair of soles that poked out from under his legs, as they had for the better part of the past half hour.
The arches, which had proven particularly sensitive, had gone from their creamy color to a bright pink from the constant stimulation.
"You were born hot, and I will never look like you!"
The muffled laughter did not seem to sate his envy. Neither had the equally muffled protests, which had been completely stamped out a long time ago.
Mineta started clawing at the spot right under the ball of each foot, each trying to protect the other, and both failing thanks to the piece of twine that tied the two big toes together.
"You could get out there and score, just like that."
He lingered there just long enough to make the sudden shift in target feel unecpected, so when he started digging under the slender toes, a weak spasm went through their owner, already too worn out to muster the strength to pull his legs toward him through the back of the chair their were restrained behind, much less to buck his tickler off his shins.
"And makes me feel worse that you don't? Like you're above it all?"
And with more anger to fuel his touches, Mineta's digits descended once again on the trapped arches, now using his dull nails rather than the tips of his fingers.
His blindfolded ticklee noticed the shift, as Mineta could tell from the renewed energy in his laughter.
"I know that's not what you're thinking but it makes me mad!"
That was a good spot to exact his vengeance, so why move?
One of the two soles was still cooler than the other, but a lot warmer than it usually was.
"And I have too much stuff pent up inside, so this had to come out!"
Todoroki's chest was open to reveal his chiseled chest and abs, glistening with a layer of perspiration and a little bit of spit. His tie had been used to tie his wrists together behind his back, while Mineta's was wound around his ankles.
His senses overwhelmed from the prolonged tickling in utter darkness, Todoroki had lost the ability to worry about where the gag and blindfold had come from.
"GGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Mineta sighed. Then took a big breath.
"Your feet are kind of pretty... like a woman's," he observed, fully dragging his fingernails from Todoroki's heels to the base of his toes, and back down.
"I can almost pretend they're Mount Lady's... and that makes me want to keep going."
He started to scratch, scattershot-like, at both of teh arches with a single hand, the other reaching for something on the desk next to him.
"You know what I would do to her feet?"
The hairbrush inched closer to Todoroki's desperately sensitive feet. Was it a mercy that the blindfold kept him from seeing it? Or would it tickle that much more, as everything else had?
"This!"
And for the umpteenth time that afternoon, Todoroki howled before dissolving into more muffled chortling.
A/N: I really didn’t know how this happened! I just thought like wait… so far, I haven’t read anything with Mineta yet, which could be because of his rotten personality. I’ve only seen one story with him and even though I don’t like his persona that much either, I just wanted to give our little hero some attention as well. Thus, here we are.
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I never thought I’d say this out loud - well, inside my head - but everyone has their little quirks, right? No, not the superpowered kind. I’m talking about the quietly-guarded, absolutely-never-for-public-consumption kind. And yeah… I’ve got one of those.
Something I’d rather be caught dead than have leaked on HeroTube. Something that, if the others found out about, I’d be roasted by Bakugou, moral-lectured by Iida, judged silently by Todoroki, and probably put on some kind of watchlist by Principal Nezu.
…Right. No point sugarcoating it: I have a thing for tickling guys’ feet. There. Said it. Well - thought it. Close enough. It’s not like I planned it.
It kinda just happened one day back in school when Kirishima kicked off his shoes after training, stretched out on the floor, and complained that his feet hurt. And those feet… look, for someone who hardens himself like granite, they were surprisingly normal. Smooth, well-kept, not the monster claws I expected, and when Sero suggested massaging them? I swear the guy flinched so hard he nearly cracked the floor. That reaction stuck with me.
Same thing with Shoji, oddly enough. You’d think someone with that many limbs would learn to hide all their tickle spots, but nah. One accidental brush during training, one tiny startled jolt, and suddenly I couldn’t stop wondering what other guys reacted like that.
Feet are honest, you know? People can control their faces, their voices - but touch their feet and the truth comes out whether they like it or not. And that’s exactly why I never planned on telling anyone. Not until I realized someone else… might actually get it.
Which brings me to the present. Right now, sprawled across my bed in the dorm - hands stuck snugly above his head, ankles bound in place by a grapevine network of my Quirk - is Kaminari Denki. Yes, that Kaminari Denki. Golden retriever in human form. Laughs at his own jokes. Trips over air. And apparently… shares my appreciation for certain reactions.
His sneakers are tossed to the floor. His socks are still on - for now. He’s squirming, cheeks flushed but grinning the way only Kaminari does, and I’m standing beside the bed, cracking my knuckles like some kind of devious gremlin overlord.
...
Kaminari tugged at the sticky spheres holding down his wrists. “Broooo are you sure about this? I mean, like sure sure? Double sure? Because I feel like you’re smiling in a way that should concern me.” Mineta sat on the edge of the mattress, legs swinging casually. “If you were actually worried, you’d have short-circuited me by now.”
Kaminari puffed his cheeks. “Maybe I don’t wanna electrocute my friend!” “Then stop whining and let me test a theory.” “Bro that’s literally the worst thing you could say right now- WAIT WAIT WAIT!” Mineta had already leaned forward, wiggling a single finger down the arch of Kaminari’s socked foot. The blonde hero jerked so hard the bed squeaked.
“D-Dude!” “Oh yeah,” Mineta murmured with a satisfied grin, “that’s the good stuff.” He traced slow, deliberate lines along the center of the sole, watching Kaminari twist, giggle, and clench his toes in a desperate attempt to protect himself.
His laugh had always been bright - the kind that filled any space immediately - but up close like this, it was sharper, higher, rawer. It made Mineta’s pulse jump. “You’re so done for,” he said, dragging a knuckle along the side of Kaminari’s foot.
Kaminari squealed, actually squealed. “Why do you sound like that?” Mineta teased, delighted. “It’s like you swallowed a rubber chicken.” “S-ShuHut up! Your fingers are cold! Bro, seriously!” Kaminari complained half-giggling, surely not because of the fingers sliding along his sole. “Good,” Mineta replied, “better reaction.”
He wasn’t rushing. Part of the thrill was taking his time, watching Kaminari’s face change - grin, squirm, tense, relax, then burst into laughter again as he dragged two fingers under the ball of his foot. “Dude. DUHUDE! Mineta- c’mon thEhe-thehehese are my feet, maHan!” “And?” “And they’re- they’re- hahahAHAHA!” “That’s what I thought.”
He pinched the socked toes lightly and Kaminari nearly kicked him in the face. Mineta dodged, laughing. “That’s dangerous,” Kaminari gasped. “That’s fun,” Mineta corrected with a smile. With exaggerated slowness, he grasped Kaminari’s right sock at the heel. “D-Don’t you dare,” the blonde warned, but it was already far to late for the other to back off now.
“Oh, I dare.” Kaminari tugged at the restraints again, face flushing deep pink. “Mineta, wait, wait- hold on-” The sock peeled back, revealing pale skin, soft and slightly warm from all the squirming. Kaminari curled his toes instantly, embarrassed and defensive all at once.
Mineta whistled. “Wow. You take care of them.” “They’re just feet!” “Good ones.” Kaminari’s ears turned red. “BRO…” Mineta didn’t give him time to recover. His fingers descended again - this time landing on bare skin. Kaminari arched off the mattress. His laugh was explosive, wild and helpless. Laughter that punched out of him in bursts, no control whatsoever.
Mineta dragged a finger along the ridge of the arch and Kaminari’s entire leg trembled like an overloaded circuit. “Oh man,” Mineta whispered almost reverently, “that’s perfect.”
He tickled in slow patterns, savoring the way the other alternated between breathless giggles and full, desperate wheezing. Then he focused on the toes - flicking beneath them, tracing the pads, pinching gently between each one. Kaminari lost it. “STAHAHAHAP! Dude- okay, okay ahAhahah I CAHAHAHN’T- my toes are- MiHihineta! BROHOHOH!”
Mineta leaned closer, voice low and taunting. “You told me last week you thought- What was it? - ‘Tickling is kinda hot.’?!” Kaminari choked on his laugh. “DUDE! YOU- YOU WEHEHEHREN’T SUPPOSED TO BRING THAT UP! PFFFT- COHOHOME OHOOHNE!” “Then why’d you say it?” “I WAS FLUHUHUSTERED!”
“You’re more flustered now,” the purple-haired commented, pulling off his other sock in the process. The blonde couldn’t deny that. His face was red, his shoulders shaking with soundless laughter, his eyes wet from the intensity of it. And Mineta noticed the way Kaminari kept twisting his hips - subtle but obvious enough. Mineta smirked. Bingo.
“Should I go easier?” he asked coyly. “YES, NO! I MEAN… d-don’t say stuff like that!” Mineta only tickled faster, focusing his attack on both bare soles now. Kaminari thrashed but the Quirk-hold kept him mostly pinned, legs trembling, toes splayed and flexing in frantic defense as the purple-haired spidered his fingers up and down both soles.
“Your feet are ridiculously sensitive, you know that?” Mineta mused. “Y-YOHOHU’RE THE WOHOHORST!” Kaminari shrieked, voice cracking into laughter so hard he couldn’t breathe. “Then why’re you smiling?” “I’M NOT- AHAHAHHA OKAY MAYBE I AM B-BUHUHUUT STILL!”
Mineta inwardly noted every reaction - the twitch when he scraped the heels, the sharp intake when he drew circles under the toes, the way Kaminari’s voice went embarrassingly high whenever he touched the balls of his feet. He wasn’t tormenting him maliciously - he was savoring, exploring, enjoying - and Kaminari… wasn’t asking him to stop.
He was begging, sure - frantically - but his tone never hit real panic. It was playful and excited, flustered in a way Mineta absolutely understood. After a particularly evil squeeze beneath the arches, Kaminari broke again, laughing with his entire body, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “DUDE PLEASE, PLEASE- I CAN’T- HAAHAHA MINEHEHETA!”
Mineta paused, finally letting the other catch breaths in messy gasps. The blonde lay limp, chest heaving, face pink and shining with sweat and tears. His bound feet twitched occasionally, oversensitive from the assault. Mineta’s smirk softened. “You good?” Kaminari nodded weakly, still giggling aftershocks. “Y-Yeah… yeah… bro, that was… I can’t even…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but the way his hips shifted, trying to hide to obvious, said enough. Mineta pretended not to notice. “Told you. Testing a theory.” Kaminari swallowed, then laughed again, dizzy and breathless. “Yeah, well… your theory is evil.” “At least it was accurate.” Kaminari didn’t deny that either.
...
By the time Mineta peeled the grape balls away from Kaminari’s wrists, the blonde collapsed sideways into the pillows, boneless from laughter. Mineta sat beside him, watching him breathe out small, residual giggles. Kaminari rubbed his face, hair a mess, eyes bright in that softened, post-laugh haze Mineta liked way too much. A moment passed. Then another. Finally, Kaminari exhaled a groan. “Dude… my feet are never gonna recover.” Mineta grinned. “Good, means next time will be even better.” Kaminari froze. “…Next time?” Mineta winked. “If you want one.” Kaminari’s blush flared all over again. He didn’t say yes. He didn’t have to. Mineta could read every answer he needed in the way Kaminari’s toes curled.
Hii!! Can you write platonic lee todoroki and ler mineta? If you watch the anime, mineta seems to have some kind of "envy-ness" with todoroki's charm lol, it'll be funny if those to were in a tickle scenario (probably mineta wanted to prove that aside from todoroki's good looks, todoroki have weakness as well lol that'll be funny)
This is interesting. I've never written for Mineta before, and at first I thought *Mineta? Heck no* but then I got thinking of possible scenarios and decided to go on with it >:D Although this will be a low intensity cause I'm not particularly comfortable with Mineta being a more intense ler :)
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Lee!Todoroki Ler!Mineta
Summary: Todoroki has soft hands, and Mineta makes a discovery that allows him to "beat" his seemingly perfect "rival"
Soft Hands? The Hierarchy Is Collapsing!
"Wow, Todoroki, your hands are so soft!" Mina exclaimed as she felt along his palm.
"Due to my quirk, my hands are constantly making new skin" The half and half boy replied.
As the conversation went on, more students started to collect around the two.
"Are his hands really that soft? I wanna feel!" Hagakure piped.
"Sure, if you really want to" Todoroki held out his right hand
Hagakure took his hand with both of hers, "Oooooh they really are soft! Do you use a special kind of lotion or something?"
"Just the store bought kind, I need to keep my hands in proper care in order to use my quirk comfortably for extended periods of time". As Todoroki explained, more and more people wanted to feel his hands.
Mina giggled, "Look at you, so popular!"
A line eventually formed with Mina as the coordinator. It seemed everyone wanted to feel Shoto's hands.
Denki and Mineta noticed the commotion and wanted to see what this was all about.
"What's all this?" Denki asked Mina as he glanced at the line.
"They all want to feel Todoroki's hands. They're really soft!"
Mineta and Denki looked at Todoroki. He seemed indifferent, maybe a little confused, but nonetheless he let the students feel his hands.
Both of them, somehow, found themselves in the line as well.
"What are we even doing here?" Denki muttered.
"Could it be....." Mineta widened his eyes, "The SECRET TO HIS STUNNING CHARM?!"
While Mineta was on the verge of an existential crisis, the line slowly advanced.
After some time, the duo made it to the front.
Todoroki blinked, a little surprised to see Mineta and Denki in line to feel his hands.
"Uh, were you wanting to..." Todoroki held out his hand.
"Fine, whatever," Mineta grumbled and reached out for the half and half boy's hand.
What he felt next shook Mineta to his very core.
It was heavenly. Glorious. Miraculous, even! How could such softness exist in this world of evil!
How is this possible?! Mineta thought, Is this the secret to his unjust popularity?! HAS HE NO WEAKNESS?!
As Mineta had an internal crisis, he found himself wanting to feel more. He ran his finger along Todoroki's palms.
What Mineta didn't expect was for Todoroki's hand to twitch, and for a quiet giggle to escape his lips.
Mineta might have been stupid, but he was also smart. He knew this reaction, he knew it well. Denki also suffered from ticklish hands.
An internal feeling of pride swelled within Mineta, The 'Oh-so-incredibly-charming Todoroki' had a WEAKNESS. A weakness Mineta planned to exploit.
He sped up his tracing while adding a finger, "Wow Todoroki, you sure got some soft hands! 😏"
Mineta watched as a grin crept onto the usually stoic boy's face. Todoroki turned his head to the side in some attempt to hide this. Any laughter was suppressed, however.
"Seriously, Todoroki, how are your hands THIS soft?" Mineta smiled evilly as he used all his fingers to scribble on Shoto's palm.
That's when the dam broke.
I win, Mineta grinned with triumph.
Todoroki immediately started giggling, "WhAHAhahahat ahare youhuhu doihihihihing".
"I'm beating you, that's what!" Mineta still grinned as he skittered his fingers over Todoroki's palm.
Todoroki turned and buried his face in his sleeve to try and muffle the non-stop giggles that poured from his mouth.
"Hehehehehehehehehey!" The blush on Todoroki's face was clearly visible by now.
Everyone in the line leaned to the side to see what was happening.
"No way! I didn't know you were ticklish, Todoroki!" Denki laughed at the situation.
"Stohohohohohop ihihihit Ihihi cahahahan't" Eventually, Todoroki instinctively pulled his hand back.
His face was red both from the ticking and the embarrassment, but Todoroki was intrigued by that feeling. He held his still tingly hand with the other, still processing what happened.
"Aha!" Mineta puffed his chest out with pride, "I have defeated you, Todoroki! Remember this day as the day of your downfall!"
"All right that's enough!" Mina waved her arms in the air, still smirking from what had just happened, "No more hand feeling!"
Those in the lines sighed. Even Todoroki. Although his was more a sigh of relief.
Mineta slept well that night. Knowing that he had defeated the practically invincible Shoto Todoroki.
That's all for today ♥️ Sorry for the low intensity. I'm just not a Mineta person yanno? 😆
