Hey Dame! You busy? If not, may I request some IzuOcha with da Damecosquillas specialty?- -IA-
Midoriya trembled as he backed himself into a corner. Uraraka was approaching him with hands outstretched and a devious glint in her eye, two things that made him very nervous when combined. His knees buckled as he slowly, slowly fell to the ground.
"I'm gonna getcha!" She sang in a musical voice while donning the evilest grin on her face. How someone could sound so sweet yet look so menacing was a mystery to him.
"Wahahait, Uraraka! Plehehease!!" She hadn't even touched him yet and he was already a mess. This wasn't good.
"Here I come! Are you ready?"
"Noooonononono! Wait, wai-AAAAHAHAHA!"
Within nanoseconds he exploded into laughter, cackling like a wild man as she pinched, poked, and prodded all over. Even though he was crunched over and curled up into himself, she still found a way to sneak in between his arms and find a place to tickle. In the crook of his neck, a soft spot on his ribcage, an exposed area near his underarms, a dip in his stomach. He was being attacked on all sides, and completely at random, which made it all the more flustering. He felt his cheeks burning with indignation.
"Tiki tiki tiki! Is Midoriya ticklish? I think he likes it!"
"Naaahahahaooooo! Dohohohohon't!!"
The tickling was one thing, but the little tittering sounds and verbal teasing made it so much worse. He felt like a baby, babbling through childlike giggles and completely defenseless.
Wow, I haven’t written a full fledged tickle fic in awhile! I got carried away as per usual and it resulted in a 1350 word story! This is my first time writing for Kacchako, and it was a lot of fun! Thanks to the anon who requested this scenario, I hope you like it!
Word count: 1350
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Ochako’s ideas, which always seemed good at first, always had a way of backfiring when she least expected it.
At least, that’s what always happened when they involved boys. Specifically, one in particular.
She’d been curious about the boy with fire in his hands ever since they entered school together. He was known to be a bit of a bully and had a temper that could explode at the drop of a hat, yet she knew there had to be more to him than the vicious aura he always portrayed.
Katsuki was intimidating, aggressive, and violent, and yet she couldn’t help but wonder if there was another side to him. One that was fun and perhaps even silly. The thought seemed ridiculous even to her, but still she ruminated on the idea until finally deciding to act on it one day…
The opportunity presented itself one evening when she passed through the student lounge long after everyone else had turned in. The lights were off and the room was quiet; normally she would have kept going since it was very late. However, she caught a flash of spikey blonde hair in the corner of her eye that made her stop in her tracks. She quietly tiptoed over to confirm her suspicions.
Katsuki was sitting with his arms spread across the back of the couch, seemingly lost in thought as he stared at the wall in front of him. He had a focused, determined look on his face that differed from his usual expression of rage. Seeing him so zoned out made Ochako giggle to herself. He was leaving himself wide open…
That’s when she made the first in a series of bad mistakes.
Activating her quirk and making herself weightless allowed her to silently sneak up behind the explosive hero-in-training. When she was within arm’s reach, she leaned forward and poked two fingers in the center of his pits…
… and nearly got herself set on fire.
“YAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
A flash of fire and an animalistic howl. Ochako hadn’t been expecting such a colorful reaction. She felt a weak yelp escape from her throat as she fell backwards, hitting her head on the soft carpet. When she looked up, Katsuki was glaring daggers through her.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU DUMB BITCH?!?” He screeched in a flurry of curses and slurs. They went in one ear and out the other; Ochako was used to his dirty mouth. They used to bother him, but after getting to know him she knew it was all just part of his tough guy act.
“Ehehehe… sorry, Katsuki-san… you just looked so vulnerable… I couldn’t help it…”
She knew it was a weak excuse, and from his guttural breathing and furrowed brows she knew he wasn’t having it. She braced herself for another round of insults.
“Fucking touch me again and I’ll kill you!! Why would you even do something like that?!”
She felt her face grow hot as she gave him a sheepish smile, pressing the tips of her index fingers together.
“Well… I guess I just wanted to know what your laugh sounded like.”
Suddenly, silence. Ochako’s gaze went up, and she froze when she saw the look on Katsuki’s face. His anger had melted and morphed into… shock? Curiosity? She couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but it was a sight rarely seen at U.A. High School.
“My… laugh?”
Realizing she was still on the floor, she picked herself up and gingerly made her way to the other side of the couch. She plopped down next to the blonde, perhaps a bit closer than expected, and watched him carefully as she said her next words.
“Yeah! I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh. Let alone seen you smile.”
Katsuki narrowed his eyes, then crossed his arms and turned away. She could have sworn she saw a hint of color on his cheeks.
“How stupid. I fucking smile all the time.”
“Mmm, yeah, but it’s different. Not like when I do this.”
Then came mistake number two.
She clamped both hands at his sides and skittered her nails all over, delighting when she got the same reaction as before; undignified squeaks, involuntary wiggling, and more fiery anger.
“STOP THAT!! WHAT’S YOUR FUCKIN’ PROBLEM!!” He cried out once he managed to wriggle out of her grasp. Despite having him practically screaming in her face, Ochako just giggled joyfully.
That was mistake number three.
“So Katsuki-san is ticklish. That’s so cute.”
Those three words seemed to trigger him. In a flash, she found herself pinned down and unable to move any of her four limbs. Her arms were held tightly above her head while Katsuki’s body weight trapped her hips and legs beneath him. She squirmed preemptively, feeling panic rise in her chest when she saw the devious glint in his eyes.
“What did you just say?” He asked in a deep, hushed voice that gave her goosebumps all the way down her chest.
She gulped, feeling the first beads of sweat form on her brow.
“Uhhh… I said… you were cu-AAAAH! EEHEEHEEHEE NOOOOO!!”
She felt something squeeze her lower ribs and realized Katsuki had one free hand. The sensation was borderline unbearable; she shrieked and squirmed as he explored her vulnerable torso, lightly pinching all the soft skin available to him.
“KATSUKEEHEEHEE! AAAAAH!”
He said nothing as he continued his assault, although she noticed a smirk spreading across his face quite quickly. He moved a bit lower and dug into an awful spot on her belly that made her shriek loud enough to break glass. Despite putting all the strength into breaking her arms free, they wouldn’t budge in his grasp. Kicking her legs up and down didn’t seem to do much, either. After a few minutes of torture, she resigned to her fate and knew she wasn’t going anywhere until Katsuki had his fill of revenge.
The sudden sensation of him spidering all five fingers under her arm made her buck her hips and bounce gracelessly on the couch. She was nearing her limit; she didn’t know how much more she could take. She hadn’t realized Katsuki was so ruthless. He showed no mercy as her tormented her, the clock ticking away as each long minute passed.
Finally, when she was red as a cherry and gasping for air, he released his grip and set the poor girl free. Still straddling her, he grinned down triumphantly as if he had just won the Sports Festival.
“What was the about ‘cute’?”
His question fell on exhausted ears. Still trying to catch her breath, Ochako barely registered his words. She brushed away some of the hair that had fallen in her face and wheezed out a reply.
“… Haa… heh… huh?”
“Dumbass. I said what was that about ‘cute’?”
“Oh! Uh…”
Not willing to answer lest she become victim of another tickle attack, she just bit her lip and gave him a shy smile. He took the opportunity to boast.
“That’s what I thought. Call me cute again and see what happens.”
The pout on his face was too adorable. She couldn’t help but chuckle at how childish he was.
So he does have a silly side… I was right!
“Katsuki-san really doesn’t like being called cute then?”
“NO!! I’M NOT CUTE!!” He barked. “I’m going to be the number one hero and HEROES AREN’T CUTE!! Besides, you’re the one that’s-”
Katsuki clamped his mouth shut before he finished his sentences. Ochako, still in a daze, just blinked in confusion as his face suddenly developed a rosy-red tint.
“… What?”
The blonde just clenched his jaw as if in pain and scrambled to climb off the couch. He stuck his hands in his pockets, turning his back and walking out of the room in a hurry while mumbling something under his breath.
“Wait, Katsuki-san-?”
He was gone in seconds. Ochako sat up, putting a hand to her face, and realized her skin was hot to touch. And she knew it had nothing to do with his quirk.
