Warnings: None. This is literally 2.200 words of Aizawa being WEAK for his friends, tickling and being tickled by them. It’s cute, it’s fluffy and full of teases, playful tickles and warm feelings. Switch!Aizawa, Switch!Nemuri, Switch!Toshinori, Switch!Hizashi and Ler!Tensei. All the relationships are platonic
Kanene’s notes: I 100% give this fanfic to my sisters that painted my nails and lightly tickled me for a few secs while I was rambling which immediately made think about happiness and love and all the soft stuff in between for weeks. <3
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Aizawa loved to be tickled.
He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.
It made him feel silly, yes, sometimes even shy, but not ashamed.
Most people would find tickling as an annoying thing or his liken for it weird, but he could care less about them. He loved it. Simply and quick like that. It was only rational, afterall: he was always the kind to be affectionate - in his own quiet, unwavering and attentive way - with the people he was close with, not holding himself back when he felt it would be proper - or simply nice - to share headpats, half hugs or shoulder bumps with his friends. Or to just follow them around like a particularly determined and easily irritated shadow, seeking their warmth just like a cat sought for a sunny spot to nap.
Tiny touches and daily small doses of affection quickly became an important part of his life, especially after he got into UA and met the most important people he would ever know, people he would take and follow to the most difficult and easier days of his life.
So, yeah, Shouta could recognize he was quite a tad touchy. He could admit it even, on a particular early morning around his friends, right when everything feels just a bit more unreal and dreams are closer to touch. Even if this memory was something that Nemuri and Hizashi would constantly tease him about, delighted to discover a something that would make their so gloomy and grumpy companion share a tiny smile for a piece of second before immediately shoving both it and the beginning of a blush that appeared on his face in his scarf.
They were all chill with this part of himself, too. More than happy to answer and support his touches with plenty of hugs, snuggles and a constant invasion of his personal space (not that he complained) without even a blink. Like he said: it’s only rational that his love for touch and the closeness that meant trusting someone translated into something as tickling.
It simply felt right.
To just let himself close his eyes and smile, to lazily wiggle around as Hizashi began to prod and skitter his fingers on ribs, finding and attacking all his weak spots with a precision and accuracy that came with years of experience and friendship, leaving plenty of tingles and tickly shocks to generously spread on his torso and fish more huffed giggles and quiet snorts from the dark haired hero as he go.
To bask in the warmth of the friendly, playful teases and lights pokes of fun that spilled freely and unashamedly from Nemuri’s smirking mouth when she sneakily wormed her hands to his armpits, skillfully using her nails to create not only a quite loud squeal in the sea of puffing giggles, but also one of the most unbearable sensations he ever felt in his life.
To ignore everything else and only focus on holding Yagi’s wrists as they got dangerously close to one of his most ticklish spots, even if he showed no real struggle to push the offending digits away, just keeping them in a loose hold, tittering non stop at the way the taller scratched and scribbled on every inch of sensitive skin, gradually increasing the speed. His clear smile of half amusement and half fondness plastered on his features that never failed to make his cheeks prickle with hotness.
To feel his mood immediately light up and his day get just a grain better at the rush of adrenaline flooding his system at Tensei’s fast, startling pokes that always seemed to get him in the moments he least expected it - not a easy accomplishment, something Aizawa should mention - or at the surprising tickle attacks full of squeezings and raspberries that, somehow, seemed to came when he most wanted it, with the right amounts of awful teases and incredibly fun, giddy energy that accompanied the underground hero hours after they parted ways. Probably a skill that comes with being an older brother.
It didn’t matter if it was just one of his friends or all of them at once. If his silent huffed snorts and low laughter mingled with Yagi’s calm presence, his quiet teases being always careful to be delivered on the most unexpected moments in an exact formula that never failed to make hotness prickle on the skin of his cheeks. Or if it clashed and danced beautifully in sync with Hizashi’s own loud laughter, just a tad of taunting and just a tad of amused, both of their reactions filling the air with playfulness and games full of “Let’s see how long can the gloomy, grumpy hero Eraserhead last before being defeated by a few tiny tickly tickles”.
If Nemuri would always start a collection of squeals, squeaks and yelps when she decided to tickle him, being sure to properly coo at every one, something which would normally make the underground hero flare with indignation (he was not cute, dammit), but, under how much soft her grins got during those times, he let it go. Or if Tensei would make as his goal to find any new tickle spots, showering his sides, back, calves, neck and basically anywhere with all the kind of soft pokes and maddening pinches, only to his determined expression to totally light up and his snickers to ring freely when he succeeded in fishing a bark of laughter from Shouta.
Sometimes they would all collectively look at Aizawa and decide that he needed a smile on his day and then jump on him in a mess of hands scribbling, skittering, prodding and tickling everywhere.
With Nemuri’s loud brags of how she was the first one to make Shouta giggle her name out loud and did you see how much adorable that was awww, sorry guys it must suck for you all to not be able to do that but don’t worry it’s fine no one can be the best I will gladly bear such heavy burden alone.
With Tensei’s loud laughter and playful bump of shoulders asking for space, come on give a bit of space for the tickle master here, I want to test something that makes Tenya go absolutely crazy, it’s so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from becoming a mess of giggles and you definitely will want to see it if Shouta has even a quarter of his reaction.
With Toshinori’s wheezing snickers as he requested for everyone to please calm down and stop making such a fuss, there is plenty of Shouta for everyone here to tease and attack and he knows, he knows it must tickle a lot with how incredibly ticklish you are, Shouta-san, but if you could stay still for just a bit longer for Tensei to try this new thing (even if his own hands kept tap-tap-tapping the sensitive skin right under his knees and that definitely was not helping) it would be really nice.
With Hizashi’s taunting pokes and scribbles that played with his reflexes, teasing his armpits when he tried to hide his face, skittering on his neck when an attempt of a pout grazed his lips and showering his lower back with scritches every time he tried to curl in a defensive ball. Always more than happy to cheer loudly at any of his reactions because YEAH Shou, show us all that rocking smile, yo! You wouldn’t try to hide it from your best friends in the whole world, huh? After everything we’ve been through you wouldn’t leave us out here to suffer and die without our daily doses of Shouta’s giggles?
With all of their attentive gazes, careful touches and soft whispered questions, checking if he was fine, if that was okay, if they went too far, filling his heart with such an amount of care and a love that never failed in leaving Aizawa speechless.
Even though his friends would be adamant to deny that last part, especially with how quick he was to recover from their attack and immediately pull Nemuri to his arms, ignoring her flirts and wobbly attempts to break from his hold with more clumsy tickle attacks to focus his attention in squeezing the especial spot just right above her knees and a few inches to the left that created the most lovely snorts. After that it didn’t take too long for a flow of uncontrollable laughter to flow freely in the air, which, on itself, meant that now he only needed to whisper a few teases close to her ear - how could a single person have such ticklish ears he would never know, but the loud squeals and crackled death treats made this spot one of their favorites to tickle -, letting them evolving to an onslaught of nibbles - and a couple or two of kisses, - before she finally got distracted enough to not realize one his hands getting way too close to her stomach.
The loud wheezes and sudden silence that bathed the whole space meant that the panther was already after his next victim.
(And, if he stayed just a few seconds more than necessary, hugging Nemuri close to him while she recovered, it didn’t matter. He was out before she could gather enough oxygen to tease him about being a complete, incorrigible and utter softie. Shut up. You know nothing.)
A high pitched shriek that was cut in the middle of being shouted always made pretty clear who was the next one to be caught.
And this time Shouta already had gotten most of his breath back, but, even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be so difficult to transform Hizashi in a mess of blushes, squealed ‘nononono’s and infinite squawks, even if the black haired one just did as much as look in his direction.
When asked about it, Yamada said it was because of his smirk. There was just something in the way his eyes glinted in a playful way and his lips were pulled up in a grin which basically shouted ‘You are dead’ that made all his nerves alight and incoherent noises to bubble on his throat. Now, how the blond was able to realize that while he was kicking and squirming and wiggling and trashing non stop on the floor, Aizawa didn’t know.
Eventually the underground hero would be able to dig his hands on his thighs and draw senseless nothings on his soles, occasionally scratching his toes just to watch him jump and yelp, his own low, playful pokes of fun being easy to be heard over Hizashi’s usual silent laughter that made his entire body shake with happiness and delight.
(And, if he brushed Yamada’s hair with his fingers while he squirmed the rest of his giddy energy on the floor so it would look a little bit less of a mess, enjoying the not-quite silence that hung around then, no, he didn’t. You saw nothing. Get out.)
Tensei, on his turn, wasn’t particularly fond of being tickled. He would endure a few pokes or a random raspberry if they got caught in a tickle fight or any similar situation, but more of that was not his definition of a good time. This required Aizawa to be creative during his revenges, then, usually deciding to pull a snicker and distract the other with a couple of pinches on his sides, fast enough to just divert his attention while Shouta stole some of his fidelity cards of their favorite cafeteria and a pair of Tenya’s baby pictures from his wallet before tangling his capture scarf on his arms so he could safely dart away without being immediately chased.
He still had one victim left, afterall.
(Before going, however, he always spared some time to adjust Tensei’s glasses so they stop being dangerously close to falling from the tip of his nose, a tradition that began during their time on UA as students and continued until nowadays, even if Tensei kept trying to bite him every single time. Nuisance.)
Toshinori was a little more like himself in this point, much more full of breathless giggles and sudden snorts than a strong belly laughter - like Hizashi or Kayama. It was fine. It was perfect. Because honestly Shouta already had enough of All Might’s customary, booming laughter, but this? The high pitched, quiet ‘mercys’ he let out amidst his titters? The muffled yelps and low snickered babbles full of nonsense filling the room when Aizawa let his fingers prod softly on his ribs and tap their way across his right side, finding and exploring any weak spot for quick, maddening seconds before jumping to another one?
He could never, ever get enough of this.
The smiles, the squirms, the quiet and loud reactions, the whispered teases, the feeling that brought warmth to his chest every time he saw one of his friends smile and thought ‘I did that’, the way they grinned proudly after one of their tickle fights, the comfortable silence that sat with around them after those moments, the excited conversations, the warm touches, the nice embraces.
…Yeah. Aizawa loved to tickle his friends. And he loved being tickled by them. He loved and loved and loved and loved again and again and again.
Can I pls get a mini fic of smol Iida being frustrated bc he saved up to get Tensei a gift a big book about engineering and they were all sold out so he had to get him a small story book of classic stories instead.
So Tenya gives Tensei his gift and is all sad bc it’s small and he explains what happened, and Tensei hugs him and tells him he loves it and tickles him to cheer him up and then reads the book to him!
Pls? 🥺❤️
(Jade! You bean!!! Stop to make me inspired, now look at this! I made a whole big fanfic xDDD/nm /lh. Just kidding, just kidding, you know how weak I am for cheer up tickling. I hope you like this!! :DD)
(Have a wonderful day, Jade <33)
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"Tenya, please, open the door." The sound was muffled and knocking made itself known not even a second later. The youngest of the Iida family only hiccupped, sadly. "Tenya, my love, I swear your brother will love anything you give to him. Open this door."
"I don't want to!" Tensei shouted, hands cleaning the tear tracks on his cheeks just before more salty water flooded all over again. "Go away."
He took a moment of deliberation.
"Please." Decided to complete, even if that didn't help a lot the heavy feeling on him, the feeling that made him hug his legs inside the tub.
His mom and daddy continued to talk outside, but they simply didn't understand. Tenya didn't want to give just anything to his brother. He wanted to give something especial, something he could take with him everytime he would go away to UA, something he could take when he would fight the bad guys! Okay, maybe taking the literal present to the fight wouldn't be very smart but Tensei could take what he learned and be safe.
And he wanted to keep his brother safe, that is why he would become a hero when he grow up! That is why he wanted to give his brother the book about engineering since he wasn't a grown up yet.
So, when the nice sir on the bookstore said all the engineering books have been sold, he bought another book but it just wasn't right. It wasn't the book he wanted. It wasn't his book.
His brother didn't deserve an "anything" gift. A useless, dumb classic story book he found after the gentle coaching of his father.
(His brother deserved to be safe.)
That is why he locked himself on the bathroom. If it was in his room, it would be easy to get in anyway, but here they would take longer to find the spare key.
Tenya sniffed, looking at the present on the other side of the tub.
He didn't want to go to the party anymore.
"Hey, little car." Tenya yelped when the voice of his brother filled the air. He looked around, searching for the source, the tears forgotten with the surprise and the so well know snickers flying in the air. Finally, he looked up, eyes widening when the form of his brother waved at him, half hanging from the bathroom's window.
"Got room for one more?" He squirmed more, torso wiggling and legs kicking to push him forward, arms in front of him to lessen the impact of the fall.
"Why aren't you on the party? It's not polite to go away from there, Tensei." But his voice lacked his usual energy, maybe because he was tired, maybe because he didn't want his big brother to go away, not when he came closer, pulling him in a warm, comforting half hug. He hid his face on his chest. "They must be looking for you."
"A party isn't a real party when one of my favorite person aren't there." The youngest Iida just hugged him close when the taller rested a kiss on his head.
"There aren't any real parties because that would mean there are fake parties too."
"Someone probably already created a fake party somewhere."
"The chances of this happening are infinitesimal."
Tensei huffed a laugh, combing the other's hair with his fingers. For a few minutes, they just stayed like that.
"Mom said you got something for me." They stared at the brillant gift. Tenya kept his silence. "Can I see it?"
Tenya nodded, loosening their hug a bit, just enough to be able to watch his brother's reaction, because, afterall, it was still his present.
"I chose it. I made a list with all the authors you like, and dad helped me too, but it was my idea!" The words dripped from his lips, a part of him wanting Tensei to know that he cared, that he wanted to make this birthday especial. "And then I wanted... It would be optimant to give you the book from the author you like the best! Her new one about engineering because that was the only one you don't have yet, but, but when we got there they were already gone!" He could already feel the tears on his eyes again. "So I had to find another one and I, I, I know that you also like this one, even if it isn't your favorite author but it's not the Engineering Book and I wanted to give you that one because then! ... Because then you would remember the lessons from it and you would fight better and not get hurt and I would protect you too."
Tenya stopped to breath, trying, again, to clean his face from the new tears while keeping the eye contact so his brother could be sure that he was serious, so he could understand.
"Little bro..." Tensei smiled, small and sincere, a glint of understanding on his gaze. "You're already my hero, you know?"
"...But I am not a hero. Not like mom and dad."
"No, not like that, but can I tell you a secret?" Tenya quickly nodded, getting closer as Tensei pulled his wallet out of his pocket. "You also help me a lot. Do you remember the Good Luck Card you made me when I got into UA?" He waited for the other's nod before continuing, pulling the said card from the object, unfolding it with a mix of care and reverence. "Well, when I am too much tired or sad you card makes me keep going beyond and plus ultra!"
During his lasts words, the older punched his fist in the, waiting expectantly for the smiley roll of eyes Tenya always gave him with how often he used the school's theme, this time, however, his little brother just kept staring at the paper in his hands with a shiny gaze.
"Really?"
"Really."
Tenya, then, turned at him, with the biggest smile on his face, and Tensei felt like taking him under his arm, breaking the door and shoving that cute thing he called his brother at everyone's face so they could see the most precious thing in the world.
"Now," with a quick move he hugged the other, adjusting him on his lap, a playful fire on the gleam of his eyes. "I think someone here needs a little visit of the Wiggly Worms to cheer up..."
"No!!" Tenya squealed, already squirming in his full force, a wobbly smile and watching eyes following attentively the older Iida son, his giggling getting quicker and quicker at the same time the offending hand got closer and closer. "No wiggles, Tensei!! No wiggles, I am already cheered up!"
"Are you? Because I don't see a smile here... Hmmm, I wonder if find it somehow..."
The moment the hand made contact with his tummy, squeezing and scratching at every single inch of ticklish skin, Tenya absolutely lost the battle, his hands trashing from a side to another, peals of laughter shaking his frame as they rang across the room.
"I, I, no! I am smiling!!" Snorts, squeals and yelps cut his words, obliging Tenya to start his protests a couple of times before managing to form a coherent sentence. Tensei, of course, being the mean, silly playful brother he was, choose that perfect moment to vibrate his hands on his lower tummy, making his words shake with uncontrollable laughter. "Look! I ahahahahm!!"
"Sorry! I continue to see no smiles here!"
Tenya turned around to complain, not that his blush and high pitched giggles would help with this, only to find his brother with eyes closed, smiling triumphantly. "I see no smile, sir."
"Then!" Tenya would never admit how such silly move fished even more laughter of him, making his giggling form to rest his forehead on his brother's chest with a mix of a half groan and half squeal. "Then open your eyes, Tensei!!"
"Nope! I am not opening it until I see a smile!!"
A shriek. Uh. Tensei had found another good spot. That only brought a bigger grin to his face.
"That makes no sense!"
Tensei hummed in agreement, then decided to attack his little bro with loud, tickly raspberries, before he managed to think in more convincing arguments.
Between snort, chuckles and laughter, both brothers managed to keep their smile for a long time.
