A/N: After debating for so long I finally got to try the Tickletober this year. I’ll do as much as I can and more
Summary: You successfully scared Bakugou and was teasing him about it but he decides to shut you up
Lee: Reader
Ler: Bakugou
Word Count: 421
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As Bakugou entered his dorm room with his eyes glued to his phone, he closed the door without paying attention, not realizing the upcoming danger. You were standing in a spot behind his door and waited for him. Still without looking from his phone, you slowly crept up behind him and yelled, “Boo!” Bakugou jumped with a startled yell. He turned around to face you with an annoyed look on his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! How long were you in my room?!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Oh my god, did I really scare you?” you asked between laughing. “Tch! No you didn’t. I don’t know where you got that idea from.” he said, tossing his phone on his bed and sat down. “I literally saw you jump and screamed like a girl.” “I did not scream like a girl.”
You smirked and sat on his bed next to him. “Oh come on, just admit I scared you.” you coaxed. “Why would I do that? Now shut up about it or else.” “Or else what?” you said playfully. “Don’t think I would make you regret testing me.” Bakugou said, sounding promising. You didn’t believe him and shook his head. “Pfft. Yeah, right. What are you going to do?”
Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “You really want to know?” “Uh, yeah. Because I know you won’t do anything.” you saw a moment of Bakugou flashed a smirk at you before suddenly pushed you to the bed and tickled your sides.
“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, wahahahahait! Stohohohohop!” you giggled loudly and squirmed. You pushed his hands away and protected yourself with your arms but Bakugou took your wrists and pinned them above your head. “Ain’t no way you're trying to stop me now.” he scratched his nails against your armpits, making you squeal and buck underneath him.
“Ahahahahahahahahaha plehehease stohohohop! I’m sohohohorry!” Bakugou chuckled amusingly and shook his head. “Oh you’re sorry now, huh? That still don’t mean I’ll let you walk away without taking a punishment.” he teased then moved down to your ribs, digging his fingers into them.
“I am, I ahahahahahahaham! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!” you wiggled side to side and tried to pull your arms down from his grip. “If you were sorry then you wouldn’t have scared me in the first place.” Bakugou scribbled his fingers on your belly. “So I dihihihihid scare yohohohou!”
Bakugou widened his eyes slightly, he felt thrown off to what you said then tickled you more. “I… shut up! Don’t twist my words!”
Summary: Deku managed to piss off Bakugo and is now running for his life trying to hide
Lee - Deku
Ler - Bakugo
"DEKU!!! GET BACK HERE!!"
Deku had been training with Bakugo for a little while and discovered a hidden weakness, Bakugo is ticklish. For a moment Deku had been laughing his ass off at Bakugo's over reaction and eventually realized he was in trouble. He made a run for it and, well, that leads us to now.
"BAKUGO I'M SORRY!!!" The green haired boy was just ahead enough that he could take a turn and potentially lose the hot headed Bakugo. He went down an alley and chose to hide behind a building not far from the main campus.
After what felt like 10 minutes passing, Deku decided he lost him and started walking back towards the school.
"Man he really lost it there. But who would've known the big bad Bakugo had such a silly weakness." Deku giggled to himself.
"Boo!"
It was Bakugo. He had been tailing Deku this whole time knowing he had let his guard down.
"AH! Ba-Bakugo.. look don't hurt me I was just- AH!" The blonde tackled Deku to the ground, sitting on top of him with a menacing grin.
"What are you laughing to yourself about huh!? I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO LAUGH ABOUT!!"
Bakugo launched a full on tickle attack on the now giggling boy. He began tickling his stomach and vibrating his ribs like it was his only mission. With Bakugo overpowering him, Deku had no way of getting out. All he could do is lay there and take his torment.
"HAHAHHAA BAKUGOOOHOHOHO!! Plehehehehease stop!! I said I was sorreheheheheee!!!
"Sorry won't cut it Deku. You owe me for exploiting my ONLY WEAKNESS!! I have to make sure you'll NEVER tell anyone!! Or else it'll be THIS for endless hours!"
Bakugo shoved his hands under Deku's arms and tickled with expert precision.
"AHHH HAHAHA NOHOHO BA-BAKUGO PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! OKAY OKAY I WON'T TELL!! I WON'T TEHEHEHELLL!!
"Yeah no, I don't believe you."
Deku tried everything he could to get Bakugo's hands out of his underarms. He couldn't take how bad it tickled. He was trying to bend left and right, roll over, anything he could to get out of there. But all he was doing was exposing more areas.
Bakugo switched from under his arms to squeezing his sides everytime he tried to roll over, and squeezed his hips every time he went back to laying on his back.
Deku was visibly beginning to weaken, tears of mirth already falling from his eyes. He really learned his lesson and in all honesty, he wasn't even going to tell anyone. He enjoyed the thought of playing with this secret on his own without anyone finding out. The occasional poke here and there would be absolutely hilarious. Seeing Bakugo try his hardest not to laugh or jerk would just be 🤌🏻 such a payback in his own control.
"IHIHI CAN'T BREHEHEEATHE!! BAHAHAHAKUGOOOO!!"
Deku went silent, and that was Bakugo's cue to stop. He let up and stood up from sitting on Deku's waist.
"Yeah you little punk. Don't you dare tell anyone or else it'll be that times three. You hear me?"
Even though Deku knew it wasn't a serious life threatening threat, he still didn't want to tell anyone anyway.
"I already told you I won't tell. Jeez Bakugo are you some of expert in this stuff? You nearly killed me."
"That's the point idiot. I will kill you if you tell. Now get up already, you look like a fool on the floor."
Bakugo walks away feeling quite proud of how well he got Deku to listen. He knew he'd be able to overpower him whenever he wanted, so his secret felt safe to him.
But he had another secret. He secretly enjoyed every moment of that, on both ends.
Heeyyy!! :) would you mind writing something for Power Loader from MHA?
I've got two things in mind:
1. The teachers are playing mario cart. Power loader Vs Kan. Power loader is laying on the ground before the Tv when Midnight decides to sit on him and tickle him to distract him. Telling him he's gonna get wrecked if he loses. (Which he does) And one of the others joins her wrecking him.
2. He was working on something alone in the workshop when the thing got loose and fell on him, trapping him under it. The construction had some vibrating parts that landed on his ribs and stomach driving him crazy. Now he had to pray and hope someone finds him soon.
Pick whatever intrigues you more.
Thanks!😁
Mario Kart Mayhem +
Late Night Repairs
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A/N: Sorry that this took so long buttttt both of your ideas were too good I had to do both 😭😭 I hope you like it!!
Lee!Power Loader
Lers! Midnight & Present Mic
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Mario Kart Mayhem
“Alright,” Present Mic announced dramatically, “same rules as always. No throwing controllers, no unplugging the console, and absolutely no blaming lag.”
“I still say the game cheats,” Power Loader grumbled, adjusting his grip on the controller.
“The game doesn’t cheat,” Aizawa deadpanned from the couch. “You’re just bad.”
“I am not bad.”
Midnight smiled sweetly. “We’ll see.”
The race countdown began.
Three… Two… One… GO!
The second the race started, Midnight suddenly plopped down on the floor beside Power Loader.
“Midnight, what are you doing?” he asked suspiciously.
“Providing emotional support.”
Before he could question it further, she poked him lightly in the side.
Power Loader jumped.
“Midnight.”
Another poke.
“Midnight.”
A third.
“Midnight, I swear—”
She grinned wickedly. “You looked stressed.”
Then she attacked.
Power Loader immediately burst into laughter as Midnight began rapidly tickling his sides.
“No—wait—Midnight! The race just started!”
“Exactly,” she said cheerfully. “Perfect timing.”
“My kart—”
On screen, his character promptly drove straight into a wall.
Present Mic cackled. “He’s already crashing! This is amazing!”
“Present, don’t encourage her!” Power Loader wheezed, trying desperately to steer while squirming away.
“Encourage her?” Present Mic said. “I’m joining.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
Present Mic dropped onto the floor next to them and started lightly poking at Power Loader’s other side.
Power Loader completely lost it.
“You two are the worst!” he laughed, curling up as much as he could while still clutching the controller. “Stop—I’m trying to race!”
“No mercy!” Midnight declared.
“You made us think you were dead!” Present Mic added dramatically.
“I was trapped under a machine!”
“And now you’re trapped under consequences,” Midnight replied.
Aizawa glanced over briefly from the couch.
“Are you two done terrorizing him?”
“No,” both answered at the same time.
Power Loader groaned between laughs. “Aizawa, help me.”
“No.”
“Cementoss?”
Cementoss merely shrugged. “This seems like a personal matter.”
“Traitors. All of you are traitors.”
The finish line approached on-screen. Somehow, despite the chaos, Power Loader managed to move from twelfth place to tenth.
Then Midnight scribbled her fingers lightly against his ribs.
Power Loader yelped, accidentally driving straight off Rainbow Road.
Present Mic fell backward laughing.
“And there goes tenth place!”
The race ended with Power Loader finishing dead last.
Midnight immediately jumped to her feet and threw her arms into the air.
“Victory!”
Power Loader flopped dramatically onto the floor.
“I survived being crushed by industrial equipment only to be defeated by tickling.”
Present Mic wiped tears from his eyes. “Honestly? That’s way funnier.”
Power Loader pointed accusingly at Midnight.
“Next week, you’re banned from sitting next to me.”
Midnight only smiled.
“We’ll see.”
Everyone burst into laughter, and for the rest of the night, Power Loader kept one suspicious eye on Midnight whenever she got too close.
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Late-Night Repairs
The U.A. support workshop was eerily quiet at nearly midnight.
Normally, the room was filled with students testing inventions, explosions from Hatsume’s latest creations, or Power Loader lecturing someone about proper safety procedures. Tonight, however, it was silent except for the occasional hum of machinery.
Power Loader didn’t mind working late. In fact, he preferred it. No interruptions, no accidental explosions, and no Hatsume running up to him yelling about her newest “baby.”
“Peace and quiet,” he muttered as he adjusted his welding mask. “Finally.”
He had been working on repairing a large construction-training machine used by the Support Course. One of the stabilization systems had malfunctioned during class earlier that day, and Power Loader wanted it fixed before students returned in the morning.
Most of the repairs had gone smoothly.
Unfortunately, most wasn’t all.
Power Loader climbed beneath part of the machine to tighten a loose support brace. He had almost finished when he heard a faint metallic creak overhead.
His eyes narrowed.
“…That’s not supposed to sound like that.”
A second later, the entire structure shifted.
Power Loader barely had enough time to look up.
“Oh, no—”
CRASH!
Something heavy slammed down onto him, knocking the air from his lungs. Metal beams crashed around him as part of the machine collapsed, trapping him beneath the framework.
For several seconds, all he could do was lie there in stunned silence.
“…Ow.”
He tried to sit up and immediately regretted it.
The fallen machinery pinned his lower body and one arm to the ground. Worse, several detached vibration modules—parts designed to simulate construction equipment—had landed directly across his ribs and stomach.
And they were still running.
BZZZZZZ.
Power Loader froze.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The vibrations rattled against his ribs nonstop.
BZZZZZZ.
He attempted to shove them away with his free hand, but they were wedged between pieces of debris and refused to move.
“BZZZZZZ.”
Power Loader groaned loudly.
“Of all the places to land…”
The vibrations weren’t painful exactly, but they were incredibly distracting. Every few seconds, another burst would shake against his stomach and ribs, making it nearly impossible to focus.
He gritted his teeth and tried pushing the heavier beam off himself.
Nothing.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
The beam didn’t budge an inch.
Power Loader let his head fall back against the floor.
“Fantastic.”
He looked around for his phone.
No luck.
It had apparently been launched somewhere across the workshop during the collapse.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
Minutes passed.
The workshop remained silent.
BZZZZZZ.
Power Loader squeezed his eyes shut.
“Whoever designed these vibration settings clearly hated people.”
Another particularly strong pulse rattled through the devices.
He jerked involuntarily.
“Okay. Nope. This is officially terrible.”
He considered calling for help, but the workshop was heavily insulated to protect nearby classrooms from noise. At this hour, there was no guarantee anyone would hear him.
Still, he had to try.
“HELP!” he shouted.
Only silence answered him.
Power Loader sighed.
At this point, all he could really do was wait.
And hope.
He wasn’t seriously injured—at least, he didn’t think so—but being trapped under several hundred pounds of machinery was far from ideal.
“Please let someone decide to pull an all-nighter tonight,” he muttered.
Time seemed to crawl by.
Just as Power Loader was beginning to think he might spend the entire night trapped beneath the machine, the workshop doors suddenly opened.
“Power Loader?” a voice called.
Power Loader had never been so happy to hear someone in his life.
“In here!” he shouted immediately.
Footsteps hurried closer.
Aizawa rounded the corner, followed by Midnight and Present Mic, all three freezing at the sight before them.
There was a brief pause.
Present Mic blinked.
“…How?”
Power Loader stared up at the ceiling.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Midnight knelt beside him, concern obvious on her face. “Are you hurt?”
“My pride is beyond repair.”
“And physically?”
“I’ll survive.”
Aizawa sighed, already moving to lift part of the debris.
“Why do I feel like this happens at least once a semester?”
“Because Hatsume exists,” Power Loader answered immediately.
No one argued with that.
Within minutes, the teachers managed to free him. As he slowly stood, sore and exhausted, Present Mic clapped him on the shoulder.
“You know, most people just go home after work.”
Power Loader groaned.
“Trust me. From now on, so am I.”
The others laughed as they escorted him toward Recovery Girl’s office, leaving the wrecked workshop behind for tomorrow’s problem.
If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired
i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,
Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)
oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong
i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-
the reader is sorta a brat lol
Like Poetry
Words: 2,334
Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader
Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!
You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town.
You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.
Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people.
You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.
“Hi!” you said chipperly.
He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”
With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”
Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”
You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal.
“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.
You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”
“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”
The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”
You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile.
“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.”
“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.
“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away.
You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again.
But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”
“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.
He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”
Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’
You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself.
“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it.
“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.
“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.
“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were.
“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter.
“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.
You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy.
“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table.
Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”
“Yes.”
“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”
Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening.
“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them.
He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!
“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.
“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”
Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.
Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail.
You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different.
“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.
“For the tea?”
“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly.
“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement.
You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.”
Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience.
Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully.
“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!”
“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness.
Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”
“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”
You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”
With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”
With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles.
Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”
“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.
And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs.
Summary: y/n been anxious alot lately and being slient most of the time and that deku to see what's is up with them
Author note's: sorry for not appearing here lately i was enjoying my summer and stuff but this fic is long and I was having time with writing this one but i did it finally.)
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IT's Was a hard day for y/n and it was their first week being at u.a. and most of the time y/n don't talk but just nod
and the 1.a students pull it off that is they are shy had to get use to it
Some of the students okay, and nice except for bakugou he was a angry. badger to everyone
You getting used to the place. but you talk a little bit but still anxious
One day you speak to Deku. and he was nice and generous person and it was going good
But still something is still messing with your head and still going through your problems with your past
Deku seems to pinpoint of the way y/n feel and try to ask them what wrong but
Y/n denied and saying everything okay but Deku did not seem to buy it and thinking about letting go
Y/n go in their room and play music on their phone, and put headphones on. this is what they do when their relaxing from the day they had, but sometimes it don't help
That happened as Y/n start crying and filp on their stomach to cry on the pillow and grip it tight as
the room was quiet except the low muffled sobbing
Meanwhile...
Deku was walking because of something he forgot and he heard quiet sniffling as he walk around the hallway to the noise.
He finally figured the place were the crying is but became quiet as Deku was at Y/n door as he knock
Y/n had their headphones because of rolling around and they heard the door knocked as Y/n wiped them tears away, with their sleeve
And try to act normal as Y/n open the door to see deku
Deku: you okay u-um i heard you crying in there
Y/n: O-oh yeah I'm fine yeah totally yeah that uh it
Deku tilts his head
Deku: y-yeah but you were-
Y/n: i SAID I'M FINE Deku!!!
Deku flinched from the outrage you unleashed
Y/n: i-i-i'm s-sorry deku i just.....Go i just need some time
As tears come of their eyes from what they've done as y/n went to their bed as cried on their bed as they sobbed and cried.
Deku stepped in their room not wanting to leave them alone by themselves as he walked to Y/n
Sat on their bed and rub their back since it was necessary to do his duty
as Y/n turned their head and look at Deku with sad eyes as they sobbed in their pillow again
As Deku keeps you company as you cried and cried until feel better
IT was for couple of minutes and Y/n start to feel lil bit better and sit up as Deku hold your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug & rubs their right shoulder
Y/n sniffles
Deku: you feel any better Y/n
Y/n: yes
Y/n embraced Deku in a hug with quite smirk on there face as Deku accepts it as for a few minutes of hugging, you let go
As Deku ask you
Deku: why were you sad?
Y/n tensed at the question but pressure can't hold within you
Y/n: IT's about that. had been going through this day stressed because. i just.....been really lonely even though i got attention i deserve
Deku was listening to this and feel bad for Y/n that their lonely as he rubs your back when they done speaking out the truth
Deku: finally you speak it out y/n and your never alone so don't be lonely when i or the others are here
Y/n smilied little more as they've cuddled little bit with Deku
As Deku was surprised but accepted the connection
The both were cuddling with each other for long and it was good until Deku accidentally rubs his fingernails on your side
Y/n flinched from soft touch and snickered
Deku: Uh you okay
Y/n: y-yeah you just uhhh
Y/n tried bluffing to defuse the situation but Deku know that your lying not gonna save you
Deku tested the waters to see as he softly scribbles his fingers against Y/n sides as Y/n shrieked from the impact
Y/n legs were kicking in the air as Deku poke their ribs
Deku: are you always this ticklish Y/n. because i will like the information that you had to say
Y/n became so flustered of the tickling since Deku was pinning and tickling you
As he raked his fingers down on their's belly and digged in the bellybutton as Y/n snorted. He wiggled his other hand on Y/n's armpit.
Y/n laughed and sqeauled
Deku: seem like you enjoy this and tell me when to stop if you had enough
Y/n nods as it continued and Deku smiled down at Y/n since their got the attention
IT continued for a while of tickling. You say stop as deku slowed down and stopped
They breathe deep in the nose and breathe out their mouth with a still smile on their face
Deku: hope i didn't make you breathless Y/n i hope i make feel better
Y/n: yeah you did and thanks for cheering me up
Deku: your welc-
The door banged and a muffled angry voice was heard
Bakugou: hey shut up or i'll be beating your ass in the next morning
Y/n became nervous but Deku calm y/n down
Deku: s-Sorry kacchan
Bakugou: you in there too nerd!!
Next morning..
Y/n now learns that they are not alone because now they had friends who are there for them
A/N: This is a sequel to Feather Ticklish, so I highly recommend reading that before this :D Also, this does get kinda angsty at the end, but I promise it's a fun read and there's no warnings aside from the mention of cigarettes :>
Warning: Tickle fic ahead!
Characters: Dabi, Hawks
Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're still not together yet
Lee: Hawks
Ler: Dabi
Word Count: 3,093
Summary: It's been a few weeks since Dabi warned Hawks to watch his back, but nothing has come of it. Hawks decides to go about his work without worrying about it too much (spoiler: he worries a lot) and, during a private outing to the hideout late at night, he runs into Dabi.
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Weeks had gone by like normal with no signs of hostility from Dabi aside from his usual snarky attitude. He didn’t want to admit it, but Hawks was on edge, and only grew more so as time dragged on.
“Watch your back, birdie.”
He shivered at the unpleasant memory. Hawks may have only tickled him, but Dabi was a villain. Did he really expect him to solve this amicably?
"I'd be lucky if all he did was burn me,"
he muttered to himself as he sifted through a cardboard box he had found behind the bar counter of the hideout.
He had joined the League to gather intel, so that was what he was going to do. Or, at least, it's what he tried to do. He couldn't get what Dabi said out of his mind, and the fact that he never made any move or gave any indication of revenge only worried him further.
With a frustrated grunt, he shook the thoughts out of his head and continued to search through the box. There wasn't much worth noting. It was mostly filled with junk, aside from some polaroids. Hawks couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.
The League of Villains looked like anything but. One photo depicted Toga and Twice holding hands and dancing together. Another had what looked to be Shigaraki shoving at the camera. Judging by each villain's personalities so far, Hawks figured Toga was the one to take the picture.
The last polaroid showed all of them. The camera must have been set on a timer, because they were all positioned together in a group.
Toga and Twice looked happy as can be, Toga sticking her tongue out and winking with Twice ruffling her hair and giving the camera a thumbs up.
Mr. Compress did his best to look formal with a bow and a tip of his hat, but it was easy to tell he definitely didn't mind the camera.
Spinner was the opposite. He tried to look like he wasn't interested by turning away from the camera, but his overall demeanor was that of childlike excitement.
Shigaraki did not prefer to be on camera, and it was obvious in his reluctant pose. He had one hand stuffed in his hoodie pocket, and the other scratching at his cheek absentmindedly while he stared off to the side.
Then there was Dabi, apathetic as usual. He stared into the camera, thumbs stuffed in his pants pockets, and his face void of emotion. Hawks furrowed his brow, as if trying to decipher what Dabi was thinking at the time of the photo.
"The hell are you doing?"
Hawks squawked and fumbled the polaroids, haphazardly shoving them back into the box. He whipped around to see Dabi standing there, eying him curiously. He leaned to the left to peer at what Hawks was looking at.
"Where'd you find that?" he asked, his tone indiscernible.
"I- uh- I- it.."
Hawks swallowed and collected his thoughts,
"It was behind the bar. I was just curious."
A moment of awkward tension passed before he handed the box to Dabi,
"Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop."
"Yes you did,"
Dabi smirked as he took the box from him,
"You wouldn't have gone through it otherwise."
“Ah,”
Hawks rubbed the back of his head with a nervous chuckle,
“Ya got me. Um, what’re you doin’ up so late, anyway?”
“I could ask you the same question, birdie.”
Dabi set the box on the counter and stared intensely into the hero’s eyes. Hawks stared back, not daring to blink.
“Couldn’t sleep, I guess,” he breathed.
“So, naturally, your first thought was to come here,”
The hot headed villain took a step toward Hawks,
"Why dont'cha tell me why you're really here?"
The number two hero didn’t back down. If there was anything he learned from being a pro for so long, it was to never show fear. He swallowed the lump in his throat and slowed his heart rate as he tried to think of an answer.
When he couldn’t think of any substantial excuse, he simply shrugged and laughed airily,
“I was curious about everyone’s lives. We hang out a lot, but it’s mostly for meetings and all. I wanna get to know everyone a little better.”
“And what better way to do that than snooping through our stuff~?”
Hawks’ relaxed smile faltered at Dabi’s tone. He watched him as he got ever closer, practically pinning him up against the bar. The air in the room felt quite warm all of a sudden, and there was a tightness in Hawks’ chest that he couldn’t relieve. He wanted to avert his gaze, but he knew doing that would practically be admitting defeat. Instead, he continued to stare into Dabi’s harsh, ice blue eyes.
“Well?” Dabi breathed,
“Are you gonna be honest with me, or am I gonna have to- GAHAH!”
The pro hero watched Dabi clutch his midriff and stumble backward. He didn’t really mean to squeeze his side, it was just the first thing that came to mind! He was trapped, he had no other choice. It was a survival instinct.
Suddenly, Dabi's intense glare pierced through Hawks, and he quickly realized that he was probably better off dead.
Hawks’ fight or flight response kicked in. Being as quick as he was, he was relying on his skills to get out of the hideout faster than Dabi could blink. Sadly, that didn’t end up being the case. Dabi tackled him as soon as he made to run, and the hero grunted as he fell face first into the floor. The villain grinned and sat on Hawks’ lower back. After a small struggle, he was able to pin his wings underneath his feet, effectively rendering him immobile.
“I warned you, feather brain. I can’t believe you had the balls to do that again,”
Dabi chuckled coldly,
“I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so pissed off.”
Hawks desperately tried to flap his wings, but to no avail. He foolishly tried turning his head around to at least see Dabi, but was met with nothing but pain in his neck.
“So what’re you gonna do?”
He snapped at the villain,
“Kill me?”
“I told you to watch your back, didn’t I? Not doing such a good job at that right now,”
Dabi’s tone was pondering as he scanned the hero beneath him,
“I wonder…”
Silence filled the room, and the tightness in Hawks’ chest returned. What was Dabi going to do to him? Fully expecting the worst, he clenched his fists and readied his body for whatever amount of pain he was about to endure.
And then…
“GAAHAHAHAHAHA WHATTHEFUHUHUCK!”
Dabi cackled at the reaction. He skittered and scribbled his fingers along Hawks’ back, greedily drinking in the desperation of his victim’s thrashing.
“What’sa matter, birdie? Your back a little sensitive~?”
“WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!”
“What’s it look like, you moron?"
Hawks wriggled and squirmed helplessly, the tickles feeling even more intense because he couldn’t arch or turn his back away from them. He was completely trapped, entirely at the mercy of a member of the League of Villains. Even his wings were unable to flap properly due to Dabi putting most of his weight on them, not to mention the odd angle he was at. Being so vulnerable only increased Hawks’ sensitivity, and his face erupted in red.
“OKAHAHA- HAHAHAHA!! OKAY YOHOHOU GOT YOUR REHEHEHEVENGE! Y-YOHOHOU CAN STOP NOHOHOHOW! GAHAHAHA!!”
Dabi smirked at the mess of a hero beneath him. His thumbs and forefingers nipped at his shoulder blades with intense accuracy while the rest of his fingers scribbled along the sides of them,
“I’m just gettin’ started. You tortured me, so I’m gonna get you back twice as bad. You shouldn’t have messed with me, Hawks.”
“STAHAHAHAHAP! I-IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”
Dabi jolted and he grumbled as he dug into the hero’s back with even more force, relishing the delightful shriek he ripped out of him,
“Just shut up and take it, bird brain.”
Hawks slammed his fist against the floor in ticklish frustration. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was tickled. He didn’t get much attention, if any, when he was a kid. The pro heroes dedicated their lives to work and keeping the public safe; there was rarely time to kick back and relax with each other.
He remembered poking at Endeavor once or twice, but he never showed any desire to get him back. Jeanist tended to lean on the serious side, but he had a playful bone in his body. If Hawks tried to mess with him, there was a chance he would fight back. Mirko was probably the only pro he could mess with and expect revenge from, but he never had the chance to try.
It tickled so bad. The way Dabi’s fingers vibrated against every inch of Hawks’ back, especially around his shoulder blades where he elicited the most extreme reactions, was torture. His touch was so precise, it was like he knew just what to do to drive him crazy. There was no chance to get used to any one feeling either, considering the villain would switch up his tactics every few seconds. Whether it be the amount of pressure he used, the way he moved his fingers, or the spot he tickled, every new moment provided a fresh combination to drive Hawks completely insane.
And yet, despite the fact that the number two hero had tears of mirth streaming down his bright red face, and his throat felt slightly sore from his screaming laughter, he would be lying if he said this wasn’t the least bit fun. To completely give up mercy and laugh like there was nothing to worry about was an experience Hawks never realized he needed.
“I can’t believe your back is this sensitive,”
Dabi chuckled after a while,
“Kinda makes me wonder about these pretty little wings of yours~.”
“Begging already? Pathetic, especially for someone who once called himself a hero.”
The tickling ceased and Hawks gasped for air, falling limp on the floor. The villain smirked down at him. The way his disheveled hair fell over his gorgeous face, the tear streaks that marked his flushed cheeks, the residual giggles that bubbled past his bright smile. Dabi’s chest tightened, and he swallowed a lump in his throat.
“A-Ahahare you… dohone?” Hawks asked past breathless giggles.
Dabi’s smirk returned and he chuckled evilly,
“I told you I was just getting started,”
He ran his fingers through the feathery fluff on Hawks’ wings,
“I really am curious about these~.”
Hawks jolted and his wings twitched violently, practically bucking Dabi off of him. The villain laughed in amazement and quickly regained his balance.
“Hohoholy shit! I think I found the jackpot~.”
“D-Dahahabi,” the hero laughed nervously, his wings already tingling,
“Ihihi’ve had enough, plehehease.”
“Can’t take what you dish out, huh? Too bad, I’m not done with you yet. I’ll stop when I’m ready to,”
Dabi positioned his hands on his victim’s wings, causing them to twitch again,
“Until then, you’ll lay there and take it like a good little bird.”
The shriek that escaped from Hawks was ear-piercing. He bucked and thrashed violently as Dabi dug his fingers into his wings. The villain took note of how much more of a reaction he got closer to the hero’s back. Hawks’ hysterical laughter suddenly went silent. He slammed his fists and kicked his feet against the floor, his face was engulfed in cherry red, and he couldn’t tell his tears from his sweat at this point. Words couldn’t describe just how bad it tickled. The way Dabi mercilessly dug into his feathers drove him ballistic. It was torturous, his nerves were electrified, every single movement of the villain’s fingers sent a violent jolt of ticklish agony through Hawks’ entire body.
Why did he love this feeling so much?
Hawks wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed before Dabi finally decided to have mercy. His wings were burning with residual tingles, his feathers were all ruffled from the constant tickling, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. The villain chuckled and stood off of the hero, giving him a moment to recover.
“God, you’re so sensitive. If only I had known this little secret sooner. But, now that I do, I’m never letting you live it down.”
After a few moments of residual giggles, heavy breathing, and slight coughing, Hawks shakily stood up. He used the bar counter as leverage, but stumbled and almost fell back onto the floor. He grunted when he made contact with Dabi, who had moved forward to catch him. With a hum, he absentmindedly nuzzled against the villain’s chest, then finally stood on his own. Dabi decided to ignore the heat that rose to his cheeks from the gesture.
The number two hero chuckled fondly and leaned up against the counter,
“Thahat was uhh… something. You are awful.”
“Not my fault you’re so sensitive~.”
“Can you not say it?”
Dabi frowned,
“Say what?”
“Tickle.”
The villain jolted and looked away bashfully, eyes narrowed in embarrassment,
“I don’t like saying it.”
“Why? Does it fluster you~?”
“No!” Dabi shot a glare at the hero,
“It’s just a stupid word. I hate using it, so I don’t.”
Hawks simply shrugged in response, then caught the box out of the corner of his eye. It was seated on the counter, right where Dabi had left it. He turned around and plucked one of the polaroids out of it, examining it once again. It was the group photo of the League. Dabi approached him and ripped the polaroid from his hands.
“Hey! I was lookin’ at that,” he pouted at the hot head.
“Ya shouldn’t look through other people’s stuff, bird brain,”
Dabi punctuated his sentence with a flick to Hawks’ forehead,
“Besides, what’s in here that’s so important to you?”
The winged hero grumbled and rubbed the area, then gave Dabi a small smile,
“These photos. They’re really cute,”
He chuckled and poked Dabi’s cheek,
“Would it kill ya to smile once in a while, though?”
“Yes,” Dabi replied bluntly, smacking Hawks’ hand away.
Hawks grinned and sighed fondly.
Silence fell over them for a few moments. Dabi reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one in between his teeth, and his index finger suddenly burst into a small, blue flame. He carefully lit the cigarette, then offered the pack to Hawks.
He chuckled and shook his head,
“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”
Dabi shrugged and stuffed the pack back into his pocket, extinguished the flame on his finger, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and wistfully breathed the smoke out.
The aura in the room was peaceful, almost like the two of them were genuine friends. A pang of guilt tugged at Hawks' heart, but he ignored it and turned to Dabi, who was staring at the polaroid. His expression was calm.
The hero smiled, feeling melancholy, and decided to break the silence,
“So, why are you up so late?”
Dabi remained so still that Hawks almost thought he didn’t hear him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but was interrupted by the villain letting out a low, mirthless chuckle.
“I guess I couldn’t sleep, either.”
Silence reigned once more, and he took another puff of his cigarette before he continued,
“Ya ever hear of ‘the butterfly effect’, Hawks?”
The question was so sudden, Hawks gave the villain a puzzled look. After a second, he responded,
“Ah, a butterfly flaps its wings in Rio and causes a tornado in Chicago, right?”
“Correct. Though, I guess in your case, you flap your wings in Japan and cause a ripple in some other part of the world.”
“Where’s this coming from?” the hero asked, brow furrowed in confusion.
Dabi huffed sharply, and his grip on the polaroid tightened,
“Ya ever wonder where you’d be had you made one choice a bit differently?”
“I… dont–”
“Heh, never mind. That was a dumb question.”
Hawks frowned, but otherwise didn’t respond to Dabi’s sudden drop of the subject. What did he mean by that? Surely he didn’t regret becoming a villain. Granted, the winged hero had no idea what Dabi’s motivation was aside from the main goal of the League. Hero society was corrupt, he knew that was an idea they were passionate about, but…
"I'm not one for sentimental talks,"
Dabi chuckled suddenly, putting the cigarette up to his lips,
"So don't take much of what I say to heart,”
he inhaled deeply, then crushed the finished cigarette against the counter while exhaling the smoke through his nose. He flicked it across the room, then turned to look at Hawks, who had a look of befuddlement on his face.
“Do you… regret the choices you’ve made?” Hawks asked carefully.
Dabi stared at him for a moment, emotionless, before he grinned wickedly and blew the remainder of the smoke in his face,
“Do you?”
Hawks scrunched his nose and coughed, whisking away the smoke with a disgusted grunt. He then watched Dabi as he made his way out of the room, but was surprised when he turned to address the hero a final time,
“We’re even now, got that? Don’t even think of trying that shit with me again.”
With that, he disappeared deeper into the hideout. Hawks couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. He shook his head and casually left the building, taking into the air with a swift flap of his wings. He cringed when the air hit his feathers, they still felt a bit sensitive.
As he flew back to his own home, he thought about the conversation he and Dabi just had. He didn’t know what to make of most of it. How did they go from tickling to a serious discussion about fate and paths in their own lives?
…Did he regret his own choices?
Hawks sighed and shook the thoughts out of his head. He was a hero, Dabi was a villain, and there was no way to change that. Even if there were moments where Dabi felt like a genuine human being, even if he felt like he was actually bonding with him, he couldn’t allow that to cloud his judgment. He was on a mission, and he would see it through to the end.
“ — I’m not sadistic, I just like making you suffer.”
He casually stated, looking at the green-haired boy as if everything had been normal and he wasn’t hovering a clawed hand over the other’s stomach.
Neither were sure of how exactly it had devolved into this-
Izuku pinned on the other’s bed with his wrists encased in one of Hitoshi’s. A nervous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he squirmed, trying to avoid the hovering claw that ghosted above the freckled skin.
Hitoshi grinned, watching the other squirm beneath his hand that just hovered over the bare skin. He could hear the anticipated giggled already leave much to his chagrin, as Hitoshi brought his hand towards his hips instead. They were supposed to be studying, their textbooks pushed to the edge of the bed instead from the small scuffle between the two boys.
“-Toshi..” Izuku pouted slightly,looking at him as he squirmed, goosebumps rising against his skin.
“Hm?” The purple-haired fiend raised his eyebrow, resting his hand against the other’s side, “Do you want me to tickle you?”
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Prompt: “I’m not sadistic, I just like making you suffer”
This has been sitting in the drafts for so long after starting it but having no experience/idea how to further it in the way I believe it deserves. Other t-word writers in this fandom are more than welcome to add on to this, I would rather it be shared amongst other creative and. Wonderful people than go to AI just to finish something.
Summary: Bakugou wants to watch TV, but Todoroki had control of the remote first. After (barely) asking nicely, he decides the only way to get it is through torture~.
A/N: This fic isn't necessarily TodoBaku, but it can be read that way or platonically! :D
“I said, give it to me!”
“Stop, Bakugou, I was here first.”
“Like I give a shit, Icy-Hot! Hand it over!”
Todoroki yelped when Bakugou pounced on him. He angrily tried grasping at the TV remote, which Todoroki held high above his head. Everything had been peaceful until Bakugou decided he wanted to come out of his room for once. Todoroki was watching a news program, though not much had been going on aside from the usual reports, and not two minutes had passed before Bakugou started demanding the remote. The half-and-half hero was used to this behavior from his classmate by now, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at the way he was being spoken to.
He tried grabbing at his explosive classmate’s hands with one of his own while still keeping the remote out of reach. “Stop. I already told you I’d give it to you when my show was over.”
“It’s the news!” Bakugou scoffed, still grappling for the remote, “It’s not even entertaining!”
“Maybe not to you, but it is to me.”
“Gimme the remote!”
“I said no.”
Bakugou growled, aggravated at the fact that his classmate was being so calm and that he was about equal strength with him, if not more so, so trying to grab the remote while he was pushing him away was more of a difficult task than he’d like it to be. In the midst of his fruitless attempts, he shifted his position, and accidentally brushed his hand along Todoroki’s side when rebalancing. He shot his gaze downward when he heard a loud gasp escape from his friend, along with his arm coming down ever so slightly.
“The hell was that?” Bakugou inquired, his usual gruffness accompanied by a sprinkle of interest and confusion.
“N-Nothing,” Todoroki stammered, his heart pounding and face flushed.
The hot headed hero silently scanned his friend beneath him, trying to figure out what could have elicited such a sound. He narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare.
“I’m not dumb, Icy-Hot!”
“I never said you were.”
“Then tell me what that sound was!”
Todoroki felt himself sinking further into the couch, wishing he could just go back to watching TV. He felt his face heating up more and more by the second. He didn’t know how to get out of this. Bakugou was determined and stubborn; there was no way he was going to let this go. Quickly and in a panic, he took the moment Bakugou was distracted to squeeze at his side with his free hand. His classmate yelped in surprise, defensively wrapping his arms around his torso. This didn’t stop Todoroki, as he grinned a little and continued squeezing the side he had a grip on. Bakugou grit his teeth, growling in place of forced laughter, and tried clawing at his friend’s offending hands.
“S-Stop! What are you d-doing?!”
“What’sa matter, Bakugou? Are you ticklish?”
“O-Of course not, moron! Stop it!”
“If you’re not ticklish, then why do you want me to stop?” Todoroki moved his hand up to Bakugou’s ribs, squeezing and scribbling whatever surface he could that his friend wasn’t actively protecting.
“B-Becahause!” Bakugou doubled over, practically falling on top of Todoroki while he clutched his torso desperately. “Leheheave me alone!!”
“Were those giggles I heard~? Did the big, bad Bakugou just giggle?”
“No! Shut UUUHUHUHUP! AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”
Todoroki smirked as his explosive friend came crashing down onto him. He continued to rapidly squeeze and knead at the spot just above his ribcage, not letting up for a second. Bakugou thrashed like a fish out of water, shoving at his friend’s hands in pure desperation. He couldn’t even muster up the strength to back away from him, that was how badly it tickled.
“Not ticklish, huh?”
“SHUHUHUHUT YOUR MOHOHOHOUTH! S-STAHAHAHAHAP! I WILL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!”
“That’s not nice, Bakug–”
The half-and-half hero yelped when he felt a squeeze at his own side, and he absolutely melted when the squeezes continued. He lost any energy to keep up his own ticklish onslaught, and used any remaining energy to keep himself from laughing. Gasping for breath, Bakugou kept kneading and pinching his friend’s sides, grateful for the moment of reprieve. Once he finally regained his strength, he sat up fully and dug into his sides with more force.
“Oh, you all quiet now? What happened to that cocky attitude you just had, Icy-Hot?” He smirked and proceeded to explore Todoroki’s abdomen. He squeezed, kneaded, and scribbled his fingers along every inch of his ticklish torso. “C’mon! You were so vocal just a second ago! Laugh, dammit!”
A swift shake of his head was enough to encourage Bakugou to try even harder. He explored the entirety of his classmate’s torso, some spots eliciting more of a struggle than others, but he knew he hit the jackpot when he ventured up to his armpits. A single poke was enough to cause Todoroki to squeal and thrash harder than he had thus far. He shot his arms down and started pushing at his tormentor, but he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. The remote had long since fallen to the floor.
“There we go,” Bakugou grinned mischievously as he drilled into his friend’s hollows with his free hand.
“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Please? Please what? You have no room to beg, you started this!” He started kneading his thumb into the pits while scribbling his fingers on the outsides of them. “But I won’t object to hearing you beg. So go on, beg all ya want! See how far it gets you~.”
The smirk on the explosive teen’s face was spine-chilling. He looked sadistic as he tormented his poor classmate, really digging into one of his worst spots with such vigor, and feeding off the desperation in his voice. The combination of his bright red face and shrieking, helpless laughter was intoxicating. He had no intention of stopping anytime soon, and it showed. That is unless…
“You regretting not giving me the remote yet?”
“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE STIHIHIHILL ON ABOUT THAHAHAHAHAT?!”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You never gave it to me! Come to think of it…” Bakugou turned his hand into a claw, intensely scribbling into his friend’s armpits with deadly precision. “Is that why you started tickling me? Did I accidentally tickle you while tryna grab the remote? You wanted to distract me from trying to do it again?”
The heat that radiated off of his classmate’s face was enough of an answer. Todoroki shrieked, whined, and thrashed as his armpits were tormented. He wanted to just cover his face, too embarrassed to even wanna be in the same room as Bakugou right now. No one had known he was ticklish. Hell, he hadn’t even known until a particular confrontation with Midoriya not long ago. His upbeat friend had sworn not to tell a soul, though, so he figured he was safe from anyone else finding out. How he hated being wrong.
“Well?” Bakugou pinched the skin around the half-and-half hero’s armpits, drilled directly into the middle of them, rapidly scribbled and tickled every inch of the sensitive skin, doing whatever he could to squeeze out the loudest and most desperate laughter.
“YEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAHAY?! YEHEHEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHARE YOU HAHAHAPPY NOHOHOW?!”
“Not yet. You still need to hand over the remote.”
“FIHIHIHINE, JUHUHUHUHUST TAHAHAHAKE IT!”
“I don’t think I wanna stop just yet, you’re having so much fun~!”
“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”
“Ugh. Fine. After this.” Bakugou proceeded to lift his classmate’s shirt up, hold down his wrists with both of his hands, scoot downward, then positioned his lips above his tummy.
“W-What… Whahahat are you dohoing?” Todoroki looked on with confusion, tensing his belly for the worst.
Without a word, the explosive hero took a large breath in, then blew a giant raspberry on his friend’s bare tummy. The noise that escaped him was almost inhuman. A mix of a shriek, a snort, and uncontrollable laughter, immediately followed by silent hysterics. Todoroki thrashed and bucked and squirmed, desperately trying to get away from the ticklish torment. He had never experienced such a torturous feeling before. And yet, he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel exhilarating.
Once his long raspberry concluded, Bakugou sat off of his friend, shooting him an amused smirk. His classmate was a mess of tear-stained, red cheeks, residual giggles, and tingling nerves everywhere. After a few moments of trying to calm down, he sat up fully and glared at Bakugou, though it lost any effectiveness due to the wide smile he so desperately tried to hide.
“So, remote?” Bakugou inquired expectantly.
Todoroki huffed as he got off of the couch, legs trembling. He went around to the side the armrest he had been pinned to was on, and grabbed the remote that had fallen to the floor in the commotion. He then plopped back onto the couch, all energy having been expended.
“Here,” he glowered at Bakugou as he handed him the remote.
“Finally,” the hot head relaxed into the couch as he changed the channel, looking victorious. He then peered at Todoroki curiously, saw his attempt at a scowl, and laughed. “What? Your show’s over anyway~.”
