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.
So, like, Cementoss has the hiccups or allergies or something, and that’s making his quirk go crazy and he is leaving little bricks all over the place, then accidentally traps Aizawa’s ankle in one of them, but his foot it sticking out. Cementoss leaves to go get medicine from recovery girl, and Mic and Yagi can’t resist taking advantage and tickle him! >:3 REVENGE!!!!
(THIS IDEA IS MAGNFICENT AND THE FACT THAT I NEVER WROTE YAGI AND HIZASHI GANGING UP TO TICKLE AIZAWA IS A SHAMEEEE. Thank you so much for idea, everytime I write Lee!Aizawa I feel so silly and powerful sdfghjuwert The serious boi deserves all the cares and giggles <333
Anon who also shipps AllEraserMic: This is a bless sdfghjwer.)
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It was Cementoss fault, really.
“Don’t.” Aizawa tried to squirm, ignoring the way warmth started to crawl on the base of his neck at the image of Toshinori and Hizashi getting closer, eyeing his trapped foot with a glint that usually gleamed on his own eyes. “I am going to kill both of you. Hizashi, don’t you dare to step any closer, I am warning you.”
Of course it would be Cementoss, who insisted on working even with a flu, refusing to go home even when Snipe offered to cover the few classes he had on that day. Being surrounded by workaholics, none of his colleagues had any heart to chastise him when they all had made the same decision multiple times before (and would continue to make it in the future, as well), even when his quirk started to be slightly influenced by his condition. It wasn’t anything truly serious, just a few bricks appearing here and there when he sneezed and the floor around him getting momentarily more malleable when he coughed.
No one paid it any mind, at first, just poking a bit of harmless fun at the tired teacher, who would smile or roll his eyes at them.
Then the incident happened. An awful mix of a series of sneezes together with a coughing got Aizawa, who came to warn him Recovery Girl had some medicine for him and demanded his presence on the infirmary when he got caught in the quirk accident. He would forever blame the tiredness on him for the way a sudden brick made the underground hero stumble and fall, getting his ankles trapped in a cement arc before he erased his colleague's quirk. Cementoss apologized profusely and he waved at him nonchalantly, saying he would be a poor excuse of a hero if just such simple occurence hurted him, quickly sending the other off to Chinyo’s direction so he could get his quirk under control before coming back to free him.
At that moment, it seemed like a good idea. The perfect opportunity to take a long nap for a few hours while Cementoss got better and hopefully some rest before going back to his work.
Then, Yagi got into the room, accompanied by Hizashi, both carrying a stack of non graded papers and three bentos, probably using their free period before lunch to get some work done. Even in that moment, Shouta just relaxed further, a part of him glad to have some background chat from the two people he most trusted in the world to lullaby him to sleep.
However, instead of the excited conversation they were having when waved at him, Aizawa was met with a suspicious silence. When he opened his eyes, it was only to find the Yamada whispering something in Toshinori's ear, a something which made his face light up, determination suddenly flowing from him.
Their intentions just got clear when Hizashi turned at him with a true wicked grin, and suddenly Aizawa’s mind was flooded by memories.
A lot of memories filled with laughter, mumbled teases, wiggly fingers and joyful affection, specifically from yesterday, when seeing Hizashi try a crop top and watching Toshinori blush at a tickle scene on tv made a playful, cuddly side of him wake up.
And now he saw the same kind of playfulness reflected right back at him, making shivers and goosebumps run freely across his spine in expectation as his partners sat, talking nonchalantly, right next to his foot.
Anyway, everything was clearly Cementoss' fault. How dare he.
“Awww, what is the problem, Shou?” Hizashi, the fucker, grinned, years of friendship giving him full immunity to his frowns and usual death treaths. He started to slowly pull out his boot, giving a few reassuring pats to the trapped ankle when Aizawa fought back to pull his leg away from him, in vain. “Relax, relax, my dear, after all isn’t like the serious, grumpy pro hero is ticklish, right? That wouldn’t be logical, would it?” Teasingly, Yamada let a stray finger run freely across his soul.
Shouta pressed firmly a hand on his mouth, not wanting to let any chuckle or even worse: a giggle escape from his sealed lips. The voice hero just grinned bigger, slowly adding more fingers to his attack, letting them wander carelessly across the entire length of his soul, making Shouta’s job even harder.
“Don’t be so mean to him, Hizashi-san.” Toshinori replied with a soft tone, as if he also wasn’t scratching his absurdly long fingers on his heels and arch, sometimes even slipping them under the hem of his pants, tickling and scribbling his nails on the sensitive skin of his ankles. “I believe it fits him quite well. His laughter is so melodious and nice, it would be a true shame if there wasn’t any other way to hear it.” He smiled softly, totally unfazed by the glare Aizawa sent in his direction, quiet snickers already slipping from the cracks on his barriers.
“Oh my GOSH. Are you blushy-blushing, Shou? Awww, what? Do tickles make you feel silly? Do they make you want to laugh and blush and squirm away from our wiggly-wiggley fingers? It must be so hard to keep your giggles inside when you’re stuck like that.”
“I think you would feel much better, Shouta-san, if you just let go and laugh. We know you want to, but don’t worry! We will still be here tickle-tickle-tickling you until you feel ready to let all those lovely squeals and snort fill the room, okay?
“Yeah! Don’t worry, do you know why?” Hizashi turned at Yagi expectandly, his finger worming their way to rest nicely and cozy under the underground hero’s toes.
Toshinori smirked back at him, also mirroring his technique, using his free hand to hold his toes up so they would be able to curl in defense. “Because we are here!!”
“Fuc- Shuhuhut up!” Aizawa gave up, peals of laughter escaping freely from his lips, a hand attempting to half heartedly hide the gigantic smile covering his face while the other banged on the floor, trying to disperse at least part of the energy in him. The same words flowed from him, his brain too much occupied in thinking about how much it tickled to actually form new words. “Shuhuhut up! Shut uhuhuhup!”
“There it is!” Toshinori beamed at him, Hizashi showing his awe by cheering and making wolf whistles in the background. “There is that beautiful laughter! Now, I do believe we should see which other delightful sounds he can make.”
“That is what I am talking about, Toshi-san!” Aizawa made the mistake to open his eyes and watch them, seeing the way they grinned at him, Hizashi starting to move his hands in the direction of his knees. "Let's jam.”
