Summary: Payton is in a massive lee mood and hiding it. Thankfully for her, Marilyn is quite observant.
A/N: okay. This is gonna be a long authors note so buckle up. Firstly, this is basically entirely self-indulgent considering it’s my OC’s and nobody cares about that. These OCs are also part of my MHA desired reality and this is a scenario I can picture happening in said dr. (Also yes I’m a reality shifter for those who don’t know.) said desired reality has me as Payton, as she’s a self-insert, so keep that in mind. Also, this would be in the same/very similar universe to @/intheticklecloset ‘s (slashed so it doesn’t ping them) primary MHA universe as I take a lot of my inspiration, headcanons and even events in my dr from that. And in this universe version, Payton and Marilyn are both in the tickle community on tumblr (because again, self insert) and following each-other, Marilyn finds out one day because Payton left her phone on and so forth, and while they both kept it secret for a while, after a while of the events from that primary universe mentioned above, they tell everyone else about it and explain stuff. (Marilyn does all the talking cause Payton is too flustered lmao) and this would be after that talk. In addition, Payton and Marilyn do eventually end up in a relationship, Marilyn has feelings for Payton for a long time, but this is before they get together so right now they’re just friends. with ALL THAT being said, if you do read this, enjoy!
Cw: mild swearing! And also some intense tickles but as always they’re enjoyed by the lee.
Indulgence
Payton was in a massive lee mood. Okay, yeah, sure, she’s always in a lee mood- but it’s BAD today. Which sucks because it’s super embarrassing and now she has to try and act normal in front of a class that talks about tickling basically always.
Yeah, she knows everyone already is aware of her.. *ahem*- interest, and that nobody is going to judge her or make fun of her if they knew, or even if she asked! Least of all Marilyn- Payton’s best friend and main ler.
But that doesn’t make the whole situation any less flustering and embarrassing.
So, she took a deep breath to brace herself, and got out of bed.
Classes were awful. She could barely focus because her mind kept wandering to.. that. She could hardly bring herself to raise her hand, the phantom tickles getting intense whenever she tried.
And when everyone got back to the dorms it wasn’t much better. Because she was just chilling on the couch, scrolling her phone, minding her buisness, when all of a sudden a wrench was thrown into her attempts to distract herself.
“Man, I wanna be tickled so bad right now” Kirishima spoke from the other side of the room, as if Payton wasn’t sitting right there. Or maybe he knew and just didn’t care, he was never flustered about his love for being tickled. How, exactly, Payton would never know.
‘Preach, Kiri’ was one thought that raced through Payton’s head. Another was ‘how can you say that so casually!?’ Laced over each other in the never-stopping, hodge-podge mess that was her brain.
Payton tried hard to focus on her phone screen as she felt warmth rise to her face and through her ears. Gods, this was going to be the death of her.
Todoroki, who was also in the room, apparently- and supposedly who Kirishima was directing his statement towards, Payton assumed, knowing their dynamic- perked up.
“Oh, really now? I can help with that.”
It was wild to see just how teasy Todoroki could be when he had the permission to be a ler without judgement. They both seemed entirely too unphased, in Payton’s opinion, considering she wasn’t even partaking and she was probably as red as a lobster right now.
Before she knew it, she heard Kirishima’s raucous laughter as Todoroki indulged his statement.
Payton was going to die here. This was how she died.
She shrunk into herself, trying so hard not to pay attention to the scene right in front of her. But she couldn’t stop picturing herself in Kirishima’s shoes. And boy oh boy if it didn’t send an electric thrill up her spine and a swarm of butterflies through her stomach.
Marilyn- who just so happened to be passing by (plot convenience!)- saw the situation, and Payton’s very red face.
Marilyn knew Payton always got flustered around tickles, and even just laughter in general, but this was definitely more than the norm. Combine that with the fact that Marilyn knew Payton well enough to see her lee mood signs, she knew exactly what was going on here.
Being the ler she is, Marilyn walked up behind the couch, right behind where Payton was sitting, and leaned down, whispering to her. “Jealous?”
Payton basically jumped two feet in the air with how startled she was, mixed with her increased sensitivity from her raging lee mood. She also let out a very embarrassing, squeaky yelp. The kind she frequently made when startled or after bumping into something.
“Oh- uh- Marilyn! Hi!” Payton cleared her throat as she turned around to face her best friend, and tried to act normal, despite knowing very well Marilyn knew.
At the loud sound Payton had made, Todoroki and Kirishima briefly stopped their activities to look up.
Payton immediately got even more flustered and red, knowing she was being watched.
“Payton? Is something wrong? You seem jumpy.” Todoroki, the oblivious sweetheart he was, wasn’t even teasing. Just genuinely asking if Payton was okay. Kirishima on the other hand, seemed to get it, smirking just slightly knowing the situation Payton was in.
Payton found that her vocal cords didn’t want to work at the moment- the traitors- so Marilyn spoke for her. Which was probably worse because Marilyn didn’t even try to brush it off.
“Oh, yeah, she’s fine. She’s just in a lee mood! So seeing you and Kirishima she got a little jealous~ hehe” Marilyn chuckled, reveling in the cute face her best friend made at being called out.
“Marilyn! Shut it!” She called, not really to be rude, but just because she was so flustered.
“C’mon, Payton, they already know your ‘secret’” she put air quotes around the last word, since it was no longer a secret, “why are you so embarrassed?”
“Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with liking to be tickled. I mean, I’m tickling Kirishima because he wanted to be tickled. And nobody is throwing any shade or judgement.” Todoroki’s genuine, monotone voice almost made it worse.
“What he said!” Kirishima also spoke, now having calmed down from his previous tickle attack since it’s been paused. “I mean, everyone knows how much I love being tickled and not one person has ever made fun of me for it.”
They were so casual. So unashamed. And, gods, they kept saying that word. Payton was going to die.
“I- I know that- but..” Payton stuttered, covering her face with her hands. “It’s still so damn.. embarrassing.. and flustering as all get-out.” Her voice was quiet from fluster. She almost wanted the ground to swallow her up. She was going to die.
“Oh I know~ such a shy little thing when it comes to tickles, huh?” Marilyn cooed, causing Payton to press her hands even harder against her face.
Marilyn responded by taking one of her hands and holding it. “Why don’t we go to my room and leave these two here so they can continue, and I can do the same thing to you that todo is doing to Kiri, yeah?”
Payton made the verbal equivalent of a key smash. Marilyn turned towards the others, stage whispering.
“That means she’s excited.” She winked.
“Have fun~!” Kirishima called playfully, before quickly being overtaken by his own laughter once again.
Marylin led Payton to the elevator, holding her hand the whole way as a gentle guide. They rode said elevator in silence, with Payton’s face burning up the whole time, to the second floor, - where the two’s rooms were- and Marilyn kept gently guiding Payton until they stopped in front of a door with a wooden sign that says “Marilyn’s tree house”, covered in vines and flowers. (All grown via Marilyn’s quirk.)
Marilyn pushed open the door and the two entered, the room just as filled with plant life, leaving the room rich with oxygen and pleasing scents of honey suckle and roses. (And Payton was decidedly NOT thinking about how that made it all the more ideal for when she was gasping for air between hysterical laughter.)
Payton has been in this room more times that she can count, but the beauty of it never ceases to amaze her.
The two come to the bed, off in the corner. The only thing in the room not covered in plants. It’s large and soft, tall enough to hang over the edge and swing your feet, plush enough to feel like lying on a cloud, and big enough to hold both Payton and Marilyn (and probably a few other people too) with ease.
Payton has also been tickled many times on this bed. Right after Marilyn found out that Payton was also in the tickle community, right after revealing that ‘secret’ to the class, once when they were having a sleep over and Payton had the audacity to say something with even a twinge of self-loathing, and many more.
Sometimes it was gentle wake up or cheer up tickles, others it was more.. intense. And Payton had a feeling this would be the latter. Not that she was complaining.
“You know the drill, up you get.” Marilyn playfully spoke, gently patting Payton’s shoulder. And holy shit, Payton’s Lee mood was so bad that even that made her stomach do flips.
But she obeyed, hopping onto the bed and lying down onto the (very, very soft.) pillows, already adorned with a wobbly smile and a few sparse giggles in her breaths.
“Hehe, we haven’t even started yet, gigglebug!”
“You know I can’t help ihit!”
“I do know! That’s precisely why it’s so ding dang adorable~”
Payton whined slightly. Just being in this position made her feel so much more sensitive, the softness of the blankets and pillows feeling comforting in a way that was also enhancing her giddy nervousness. She. Was. Going. To. Die.
Marilyn hopped up into the bed as well, crawling forward so she was just barely over top of Payton. Ideal tickling position. Sure, Payton never really tried to get away, but this position still helped minimize reflexive squirming while still allowing movement (Payton, however lee she was, still had a hard time staying still, so she preferred not to be pinned too firmly.) and also allowing Marilyn easy access to all the ticklish spots.
“You ready~” Marilyn cooed, wiggling her fingers teasingly in front of Payton, who quickly shut her eyes to avoid it, a few wordless, whiny giggles slipping out.
“Hehe I’ll take that as a yes then. How ‘bout we play a game, hmm~? I know just how much you love those~”
“Nohooo” Payton whined, covering her face once more.
“But you love it so much~!”
Payton just whined again. She was doing a lot of that right now.
“So heres the game~ I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle you, and you gotta do your very best to hold in those adorable little giggles, m’kay~?” Marilyn’s voice was saccharine and honey-sweet, matching well with the sweet smells in the room as she sang her affectionate teases.
“I suhuck at that game! I’m already laughing!”
“I know, that’s why we both love this game! Because, be honest, sweetiepie, you love losing our games, because you know what happens~”
Payton whined yet again, flushing even more than she already was (somehow) at the nickname.
“I’ll give you a second to compose yourself and then we’ll start. And you know the rules! You laugh, you lose, and get tons and tons of teases and tickles as ‘punishment.’ Hehe”
Payton shivered with giddy anticipation at the thought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, held it for a second, and exhaled, unsurprised to hear a few giggles peppering the breath. She tried again. Less giggles. One more time, and she had succeeded at removing the giggles from her voice.
As soon as she opened her eyes and saw Marilyn’s affectionate, mischievous, face, she almost broke again. But she managed to keep it together.
Marilyn could see the way her shoulders were shaking already with suppressed giggles of anticipation.
“Aww, so cute~” Marilyn cooed. She had half a mind to tease her a bit more before actually starting, but decided poor Payton had had enough.
She gently touched down her soft (gods how were they so soft-) fingertips to Payton’s ribs, wiggling juuust slightly.
Payton’s breath hitched before she held it, trying not to break so early and ruin the game. (Because, yes, as embarrassing as it was and as much as she protested, she did, in fact, love these games.)
“Oh sweetie, don’t tell me you’re struggling already? I’m barely touching you~” Marilyn’s voice sang, smooth and sweet, gliding into Payton’s ears like melted butter. And it made Payton’s job so much harder.
But Payton didn’t speak. She knew if she opened her mouth even a little it was over. And as much as she was looking forward to what came after she failed- she almost broke again just thinking about it- she wasn’t ready for the game to be over just yet.
So Payton just laid there, holding in her giggles as feather-light sparks of pure happiness traveled up and down her sides.
Marilyn moved her hands, gently, so gently, down to Payton’s very bottom ribs, wiggling a single finger on either side there persistently.
The giggles were bouncing around in her chest, her shoulders shaking with the effort to contain them. That tickled so much more than it should have, and it only seemed to get stronger as time went on. Strange, embarrassing noises caught in the back of her throat, giggles trying to escape, but failing- for now.
“Good job so far, gigglebug! But I can feel those giggles getting closer~” It was insane how Marilyn’s tone- that singing lilt- was so effective on Payton.
She was right, too. It was getting harder and harder to keep those giggles at bay.
Then, when Marilyn trailed back up to that tiny little gold mine right between Payton’s middle ribs, she broke.
“Pfffthehehehehe- ohoho gohohosh! Ehehehe!”
“Oop, there it is! Hehe, you know what that means~”
Payton giggled harder.
Without any further warning, Marilyn’s touch went from the gentlest thing you’ve ever felt to ruthless, intense kneading- still at that little pocket of nerves that made Payton’s body sing with laughter.
And sing she did.
“OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOSH! EEEEHEHE!” Payton squealed with pure glee.
Payton didn’t even know she had this spot until her first session with Marilyn. And she was absolutely elated when Marilyn found it. Maybe that was partially because she was laughing so hard she couldn’t be anything but elated- but still!
“Such the sweetest laughter! Just like music. I could listen to it aaaaall day!” Then Marilyn started playing Payton’s ribs like a piano, hitting that extra-special spot as the ‘high notes’.
“Call me Mozart the way I play this piano!” Marilyn joked with a giggle of her own, beaming at how the silly joke got even more laughter out of her best friend.
Then Marilyn moved up to Payton’s underarms, kneading and wiggling and scratching in that way that drove Payton crazy with laughter in the best way possible.
“EEEEHEEEE NOHOHOHO- AHAHAHA! SHIHIHIT!”
Marilyn knew her protests meant nothing, so she ignored them.
Payton was practically in heaven. She was laughing so hard, sparks of ticklishness bouncing across her skin and through her body. She never wanted this feeling to end. Her nerves sang to her “laugh, Payton, laugh!” And she obeyed(as if she had a choice), laughing her heart out and loving every second of it. She could barely breathe, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. This went on for a while, Marilyn going after Payton’s ribs and underarms until she was a happy little puddle.
Then Marilyn decided it was time to pull out the big guns. She let up for just a second, long enough to let Payton catch her breath.
The first time Marilyn did this, Payton had been disappointed, thinking it was over. After Marilyn pulled this move several more times, she knew better. She knew this was prep time, so she breathed in that oxygen-rich air while she had the chance to do so.
“You ready, gigglebug~”
Payton nodded, too giggle high to hesitate from fluster. She was excited. So much so that even if she didn’t still have phantom tickles racing across her skin she wouldn’t have been able to stop giggling.
Marilyn took a deep breath. And then-
“PBBBBBTT”
Carefree, giddy cackles rang out from Payton as a raspberry was blown right over the center of her stomach. It tickled so much and she loved it more than words could express.
And then more raspberries followed. On her tummy, her ribs, her sides, anywhere Marilyn could reach, all while simultaneously providing pokes and squeezes in other spots.
This went on for probably around 5 minutes before Payton took the deepest breath she could through her loud, happy laughter and got out the word- “AHAHAHACORN!!”
At the designated safeword, Marilyn immediately stopped, rolling over so she was next to Payton instead of on top of her.
Then she grabbed a water bottle from next to her bed. (There for exactly this situation.) and handed one to Payton.
Payton drank slowly, knowing it was better for you than chugging, and also taking deep breaths of the sweet-scented air. She was loopy from how happy she was, riding a giggle-high she had come to expect from these sessions. And she loved it.
“Did you have fun, gigglebug~”
Payton just nodded, too happy and loopy and giggly to deny it. She was floating on a cloud of euphoria that, by her previous experiences, would last all day at least.
“I’m glad. Do you need a nap or do you think you can hang out with the others after your water?”
“I can hang with the others.” Payton spoke softly, the most carefree smile on her face.
“Okay then, sweetie. Drink your water and then we’ll go find someone to hang out with, yeah?”
“Sounds good”
A few minutes later, they were walking out of the elevator back into the common room, where they could smell dinner being made.
“Oooo, smells yummy” Payton commented. “Wonder what it is.”
“Eh. You know my opinions on food. I’m good with my sugar water- hey guys!” The two stopped their conversation to greet the others. Most of the class was down here, since dinner was soon, including Kirishima and Todoroki.
Kirishima looked at Payton. He’d know that look anywhere. That was the look of someone who’d just been tickled silly.
“Have fun, Payton?”
“Mhmm” Payton hummed, still a little too giggle-high to be flustered.
Todoroki spoke next “I’m glad. Good job, Marilyn.” A small, barely noticeable smirk formed on Todoroki’s face as he said it. Marilyn winked at him.
“OI! EXTRAS, DINNERS READY.” Bakugo’s gruff-as-ever voice rang from the kitchen.
Everyone clambered to their seats. If Bakugo was cooking, you know it was gonna be good.
Payton stayed smiling through dinner, laughing and talking with her friends over the delicious food. Thankfully Bakugo knew about her god-awful spice tolerance and always made sure to make whatever serving he gave her non-spicy. He might hide it but Payton knows there’s a softie in there. She was happy and content.
Whats your opinion on koda? The big rock guy not the child that's kota 💔💔
And even more... Whats ur opinion on LEE koda?? His voice is rlly high pitched and he's super shy I think he's such a cutie leeeee!!!
MHA KOJI KODA MENTION IN THE BIG YEAR 2026??
He’s such an underrated boy to me I love my son.
Also as a Lee, I see it. Like I see it for the earlier seasons but when license exams pass over he gets more confident TwT
He doesn’t become Ler right away, though he surprises some of his classmates from his tickling when he does join in on that. God I miss my 1A students guys
midoriya has spent the majority of his young life studying the heroes that surround him. he’s taken ink to paper and scribed every way they move, every new installation of skill into their quirks, every addition or subtraction they make to their hero costumes or weapons. he’s got a pocket full of knowledge that has driven his own dreams and ambitions to become the world’s next number one hero, and one thing he knows for certain, is that he’s got quite the rival to beat out for the top spot.
the rival with a bite that’s much scarier than his bark.
the rival with a great sense of ambition, who has never allowed anything to step in the way of achieving his goals.
the rival who was the first person of his age group that midoriya looked upon and thought ⎯⎯ now he’s going to be a hero who wins. midoriya’s got a handful of notes about him to prove how much he believes that.
his mind wanders with the saturday morning breeze that filters in through the cracked window of his dorm, waning as soon as it reaches the two bodies sharing the extra large twin bed. a smile blooms along midoriya’s lips, ever as delicate as the draft, as emerald gaze watches the rising sunlight capture a piece of katsuki’s shoulder. the skin under the sun’s attention glows as though made from the illumination itself, and midoriya doesn’t manage to catch himself before the apexes of his fingers discover themselves in contact with where the sun touches.
bakugo doesn’t shift, but he sighs softly through his nostrils and remains in slumber, unbothered by the caress simply because even in his dreams, he recognizes who those fingers belong to.
his boyfriend’s skin has always been of great interest to midoriya and sometimes he catches himself wondering if that fact could come off as creepy. it’s directly related to the blond’s quirk ( is what he and every other person who makes a big deal out of bakugo’s skin tells themselves ) and somehow, that makes it feel a little more okay, but then you reach into the category of research and studying, and the ofa user draws back again because they’re intimate now. he’s not as keen on using his boyfriend as an intellectual expedition for a better understanding of his quirk.
he’d get an earful from bakugo for sure, like he has in the past.
right now, however, with the freedom of the beginning of the weekend giving way to allow the students some idea of rest, bakugo is taking the opportunity to sleep in and midoriya is taking advantage of that. his fingers travel the broadness of his shoulder, sweeping along the pronounced collar bone until he finally feels a stir from the fellow student. he mimics the action and bakugo’s body responds again. amusement builds within the hollow of his stomach, bubbling like a bath, and his fingers bring attention elsewhere.
down the middle of his chest, he compares the skin of his fingers to the skin underneath them. both scarred, in some ways that are different and other ways that are similar. the stark contrast is bakugo’s inherent softness as a result of half of his quirk coming from his mother. glycerin is such an interesting substance ⎯⎯ bakugo’s scars heal faster and better, he’s never had acne for more than a day or a two, and there’s always a subtle, lingering sweetness in his scent. hell, midoriya’s even tasted it in their kisses. in his mind, it’s another aspect that keeps bakugo ahead of the game in their generation.
“nh ⎯⎯.. i oughta beat yer’ ass…”
midoriya’s still getting used to the way his heart races a mile a minute when he’s blessed with bakugo’s morning voice. it’s gruff and raspy, but the grogginess of it makes him sound subdued, tame.
“for?”
“wakin’ me up this fuckin’.. early on a goddamn saturday, nerd…”
“oh⎯⎯” he realizes the touches may have altered from soothing into more ticklish territory, but honestly, that only refreshes the smile upon midoriya’s features, “heh… my bad, kacchan. i wasn’t trying to wake you up, i got distracted by…” he goes silent for a second, debates on what words to use, “.. how cool your quirk is.”
sleepily, bakugo raises an eyebrow at him, and midoriya can tell how confused he is even when half of his face is concealed by the pillows he’s buried himself in.
“the hell are you talkin’ about, huh..?”
“your quirk..! like, um.. well, for example, these scars you got from training last week are already healed.”
midoriya’s index and middle finger trace the jagged, slight discoloration of the aforementioned scar, right next to the front of his ribs. his eyes widen when bakugo’s stomach sucks in and he shoves his face further into the pillow to refrain the puff of laughter on the edge of his tongue from escaping. when he glances up again, midoriya’s entire visage is alight with mild glee and bakugo finds it rather disconcerting.
“or ⎯⎯” his boyfriend continues on, moving that hand to lay all five fingers against his sides, “the fact that you’re really soft when you compare my skin to yours. i can guess that that’s because glycerin is a natural moisturizer and since you make it naturally, of course it stands to reason that you’d have smoother skin.” before bakugo has a chance to make a rebuttal, midoriya starts to squeeze at his sides, slowly sliding up and down the length of him.
“ah..! hey! w-wahait! wait a dahahamn sehehecond⎯!” tiredness has sapped his self control, leaving bakugo a victim to his gentle giggles. he squirms against midoriya’s touch, trying to push himself away from the assaulter’s body, only to be dismally reminded that he slept against the wall.
“but you’re so adorable right now! i missed this smile!” the shorter protests, placing his other hand in the action and using it to scribble along bakugo’s ribs. he keeps the sensations light though, never applying much more pressure than soft spidering, squeezing, or poking, and already, bakugo’s been reduced to a wiggle worm drowning in pitchy cackles.
“st⎯stahahap! dohohon’t, don’t , nohoho..!”
“y’know, i think you’re even more ticklish than you were when you were a child.. i wonder if it’s because of you developing your quirk and using it so much that the glycerin is put to work more than before..”
midoriya pretends to become cross, brows furrowing over eyelids and a faux frown at the corners of his lips.
“ deku ? what happened to izuku ? have i been demoted again? that’s not very plus ultra of you, kacchan!” bastard is a regular occurrence, at this point it may as well be considered a mild moniker when coming out of bakugo’s mouth. but he’s cemented on teasing the blond about using deku on him again outside of the field, especially with the way their journey has led them beyond mending their friendship.
“fu⎯! FUHUhuck yohohou..!” he manages to cry out between his laughter, but there isn’t a shred of malice to insult, and how could midoriya take him seriously with a grin that wide splitting his face in half?
“tsk, tsk. that’s tough talk for someone as ticklish as you , katsuki .” rarely does midoriya ever use bakugo’s first name over his aged nickname, unless he wants to incite another rarity ⎯⎯ that being the blossoming of red across his cheeks, nearly the same striking shade as his eyes.
until the day bakugo dies, he refuses to acknowledge his fluster when midoriya makes use of his first name. midoriya hasn’t given up reaching the answer as to why, but in the meantime, he’ll take the opportunity to weaponize that fact against his boyfriend whenever he deems fitting.
and, as if to prove his point, digits scribble up bakugo’s ribs to settle right on top of the area where his top rib and armpit meet. bakugo’s laughter grows shaky and his eyes widen, recognizing the spot where his boyfriend’s got his fingers stationed, like a spider’s fangs ready to strike on its prey. he’s halted his tickling for now, and allowed the explosion user a bit of respite, but his body is still vibrating with the sensations of thirty seconds ago, which is still keeping his giggles flowing, quieter and calmer than they were prior.
“de⎯⎯ izuku , stohop.. cut me some slahack, it’s too muhuhuch, too ehearly..” bakugo’s realized that yelling expletives while being tickled does nothing but amuse his boyfriend and all but eliminates the chance of him stopping, so, he’ll play this card instead. unfortunately for him, when midoriya woke up, he apparently decided to choose chaos.
“too much? aw, kacchan, is the tickling too much for you?” midoriya coos, and to his obvious delight, he observes bakugo’s blush darken in hue.
“i⎯⎯! shut⎯⎯shut up idiot, that’s not what i meANT, NOHO⎯!” the latter of his words evolved into a small shriek when midoriya drilled his fingers into the spot they’d been sitting at, but only for a moment until he stopped his actions once more.
bakugo’s entire body buzzed like he’d just touched an electric prank toy. he has no clue what midoriya’s playing at, stopping the attack almost as soon as it had commenced. crimson gazes watches him, attempting to see past that innocent grin he wears, but midoriya leaves no room for guessing games when his fingers animate again and glide all too softly over his ribs and down to his stomach.
“whahat are yohohou doihihing..?! just gehehet on wihith it ahalrehehehady!”
“just get on with it? oh, you want me to tickle you more , kacchan? is that it? i bet even this tickles pretty bad , huh?”
“but when i tease you, i get to see more of that blush i love so much. how can i not want to talk about how ticklish you are? or how cute your sleepy laughter is? that’s like asking me not to take hero notes, kacchan!”
and as if on cue, the flush on bakugo’s cheeks seems to grow, spreading now to his ears and nearly to his neck, much to midoriya’s utter joy. midoriya’s hands find themselves skirting down to bakugo’s lower waist, tracing shapes and aimless patterns into the skin, which in turn elicit a bigger reaction from his boyfriend. he’s still trapped against the wall, much to his dismay, so despite the now louder laughter and heightened wiggling, bakugo still has very little means of escape.
in all of this motion, his pajama bottoms have wriggled just a small bit off of his hips, and midoriya, curious as ever, sneaks over to the area, wraps his fingers over just above where the waist and hips meet and delivers a few consecutive squeezes.
the way bakugo bucks so hard he nearly shoves midoriya off of the bed that’s truly too small for two guys with their body types to share, has midoriya momentarily stunned. albeit, not shocked enough to miss the squeal that tore from bakugo’s lips ( and may get them in some trouble later by their peers ). once midoriya gathers his bearings, he glues his fingers to that newly discovered gold mine of a spot, an eyebrow risen and his grin a little sharp.
“ oh? don’t tell me i found another tickle spot? and such a reactive one! death spot number 2, huh kacchan?”
“don’t you even fuckin’⎯⎯!!”
but it was much too late. midoriya realizes that if he doesn’t take the chance now, it would be a fight to have it again later. immediately, he digs into that same area, squeezing or rubbing nonsense into the sensitive flesh and bakugo melts into howling laughter, with little to no safeguard except his own limbs. he kicks against the bed, completely dishelving the blankets and even the sheets, which bunch up and wrinkle underneath them.
as much as midoriya would love to continue reducing his usually antagonistic and abrasive boyfriend into a flustered, squirmy, belly - laughing puddle of jello, bakugo’s been loud for awhile now and has probably woken up most, if not all of the other students on the same floor, and he’s certain that they’re going to be receiving some noise complaints. so, he slows his fingers down to their final complete stop and instead opts to smooth his hand up bakugo’s chest to soothe him down. he’s so much warmer than he was before, even with the cracked window inviting in more cool morning air.
“you’re… so fuckin’ lucky that i’m still tired.. cheeky lil’ shit..” he warns between soft pants, his lips still quirking on a wobbly smile as midoriya scoots closer to him again to snuggle up into his tickle - induced warmth.
“we can’t stay in bed all day, kacchan.. remember that we have things to do later..” his words end on a yawn, seems his body enjoys the notion of sleeping in a little longer too.
“shut up nerd, i remember.. you just better wake up before me, or i’ll be gettin’ my revenge.. a lot sooner than ya’ think..” he can feel bakugo’s chest begin to rise and fall with the sound of his breathing, and eventually the mellow, almost inaudible snores follow right behind.
they both know that his words are as much a promise as they are a threat; a promise that he has every intent on keeping, even if he doesn’t wake up before his boyfriend. with that piece of excitement in mind, midoriya lays his head against bakugo’s chest, right above where the rhythm of his heartbeat helps him drift off too.
It’s amazing how many knots of tension a person can get in a matter of hours, whether because of stress itself or rigorous varieties of training. Bakugou is a victim to both, despite keeping the former concealed rather well; as he strives to become the pinnacle of what a hero means to him, he stands his ground at the oncoming stress of daily life and deals with it the only way he seems to know how -- bottling it up and forcing it down by the throat. It isn’t a healthy way of coping with the trials and tribulations that come with pro hero preparation ( especially not when you add in the weight of regular high school ), but Bakugou can’t be bothered with fixing his methods when there’s so many more important things to focus on. That’s what Kirishima is for.
Even if there isn’t much he can do in terms of directly aiding his explosive boyfriend in facing his mental vulnerabilities head on, the least he can do is knead and press away the tension with relaxing massages.
It’s become a bit of a routine between them: Bakugou will usually train and workout for a set number of hours and Kirishima will dutifully check up on him, feeling for any strained muscles once he’s done, and that generally leads up to a massage. Bakugou doesn’t even really need to ask for it ( not that he’d be able to fight past his own embarrassment to do so ) and he appreciates how attentive Kirishima is to his body. It isn’t as though Bakugou hasn’t tried to return the favor, but the other student just politely refuses, usually coming up with some sort of excuse that the blond doesn’t wholly believe, but also doesn’t press the issue.
“Woah.. you’ve really got some bad ones today, huh? What, were you trying to bench press steel?” Kirishima muses, tackling some pretty twisted kinks underneath the skin of Bakugou’s shoulder blades.
“Shut up dumbass, of course I wasn’t..” His voice leaks out softer than usual, more of a jellied groan than his normal growl, thanks to Kirishima’s absolutely magical fingers. He definitely worked harder than he did yesterday and even then, he had pushed past a limit that struck one of his palms numb - he keeps that to himself, however . He doesn’t need his boyfriend more concerned about him than he already is.
“Whatever you say, babe. How much more do you have of this insanity training thing? It’s good that you’re finding new ways to push past the limits of your body and all, but you should still be careful, y’know?” As attractive and manly as it is, the last thing Kirishima would ever want is for Bakugou to rocket too far and hurt himself. He’s already seen what that sort of honing and power has done to Midoriya, he couldn’t bare the thought of Bakugou enduring that kind of pain too.
Bakugou knows this too. He recognizes and values the vast amount of care Kirishima has for his well being, even if thinking about it churns the insides of his stomach like butterflies in a whirlpool. Sensing the tips of his ears painting over in a soft shade of pink, he opts for switching the subject around in favor of avoiding the abashment that dares to rear its ugly head.
“Mmf… move lower.. to the left..” He instructs, shifting the slender musculature of his back in order to better pinpoint where he wants Kirishima's hands.
“Here?” The redhead touches down on a particular area slightly underneath his shoulder blades, to the left just as he had said, closer towards his under arms -- and the answer he was granted wasn't exactly what he was expecting. As soon as he applied pressure, Bakugou let out a snort and jerked an arm backwards, as if to catch his hand and halt his movements. Kirishima blinks, registering the reaction he just got from where he touched. Experimentally, he reenacts the same motions on the same spot and was still surprised to have been gifted the same cute reaction, complete with a curse and a glare backwards this time.
“ Kirishima, not there--”
“Why not? What's wrong with that spot?”
“--! I .. Just, don't touch right there damnmit, I don't gotta explain shit to y--!” His barking is interrupted by another trail of squeaky snorts, Kirishima's hands having snuck back to play at that area once more, this time without the intention to massage and soothe. Bakugou's squirming is immediate as he throws his grinning visage into the pillows beneath his chin, giggles fighting their way through his willpower whilst hands are blindly shoving at his boyfriend's in order to get him to stop - not that it works of course.
“You know what's really cute about you? You're always ticklish in the least expectant places. Hahah, I'm always getting a surprise.” Kirishima's teases come from a 100% genuine love and that's why they're simultaneously the best and the worst kind. Bakugou's heart flutters in the hollows of his ribs, with warm sensations spotting all around as if daisies were blooming between the spaces.
Of course, Bakugou can only respond with a resounding “Sh-shuhuhut the fu-uhuck uhuhup!” to which Kirishima rebuttals with a grin of his own and deeper digs into the flesh while still maintaining something of a feathery stroke, already beginning to drive the blond mad. But he knows Bakugou's body better than the other might care to believe, so he decides to explore instead of remaining at the one spot in case Bakugou built up a temporary immunity.
As he skitters calloused apexes down bare skin, he makes certain to keep the sensation ticklish enough that Bakugou is still rendered nothing but a squirming worm against the sheets, until Kirishima locates a new area that causes the other male to jerk almost aggressively and force out an actual squeal ; Kirishima might have melted right then and there if it were possible.
“Ooh, I found a jackpot huh?” He teases, and you can definitely feel the beaming simper through his words, the utter delight in his voice managing to both piss off and alarm Bakugou all at once.
“D-Don't---! fuck , don't yohohohou fucking dahahare--” Yet Bakugou's demands fall on deaf, excited ears and it isn't long before his curses and growling giggles evolve into broken squeals and belly laughter as Kirishima works the oh so sensitive dip of his back. He thrashes underneath the redhead, attempting to buck and throw him off, or even force his spidering fingers away from that spot long enough to regain some breath and focus on escape. It proves to be much easier thought than done; Kirishima's hands are basically glued inside and around that curve and goddamnmit , he isn't building any sort of immunity to the sensations the longer the other stays on it -- if anything, they started to become even stronger.
At this point, it's becoming increasingly difficult to try fighting off Kirishima. Every breath of laughter that escapes him only further drains his energy. Utilizing his quirk would be in vain; Kirishima probably expects him to, especially after the minuscule fireworks that crackled in his palms as a warning. He'd just harden up and protect himself before going in for more.
“St.. stahap…!” One thing's for sure though and that's the way Bakugou's body now feels: softened, tired, and pliant - a total opposite to the rigid aches he was plagued with an hour prior. This may very well have been Kirishima’s plan the entire time, or, perhaps it was just good luck on his side. Whatever the case may be, as Bakugou’s head lulls to the side to release lazy giggles while Kirishima’s fingers finally begin to cease their assault, he can’t deny how much easier it is to just relax and permit his frame to go limp against the bed’s surface. Soft pants echo around stray chuckles that don’t match the glare he shoots his boyfriend’s way.
“Aha.. I know, I know,” Kirishima muses, leaning to plant a swift kiss to the blond’s slightly sweaty forehead before he can try to languidly shove at him for the attack, “You can kick my ass after you have a nap. You look exhausted.”
“Mnn… don’t talk t’me like I’m fuckin’ five.. it’s all your fault.. anyway..” But the breaks in his sentence from short yawns and the dewy glaze of sleep tugging at his subconscious give him away without a doubt. Medium lashes flutter gently before thin lids hover over crimson, slowly falling until sight is given to darkness and Bakugou begins to drift. Kirishima takes it upon himself to settle a slim blanket over the other male, granting him a soft, loving smile, before rising and migrating to the nearby desk across the room. With Bakugou sound asleep, he can probably get some homework in before he wakes up… and decides that he does want revenge.
CW: slight mentions of Dabi's backstory
This is purely platonic, I see Dabi and Toga having a big brother and little sister relationship
“You little shit…Come here!.”
Soon the usual quiet hallways of the leagues bar
will soon fill with squealing and giggling as Toga rushes down the hallway with Dabi in hot pursuit. She thought it would be hilarious to dye Dabi’s blue coat a bright pink in the washer, Dabi immediately knew who did it and gave chase as soon as he saw 2 messy blonde hair buns dash out of his line of sight.
Despite Toga’s speed Dabi did catch firmly wrapping his arms around her, setting her in his lap and started ticking her sides.
“Dahahahahabi wahahahit’” toga said between giggles.
“Why? Surely the big bad Himiko Toga can handle some simple revenge tickles hmm?” Dabi teased.
He got up off her and sat next to her but still kept up his ticklish attack moving from her sides to her ribs, kneading them.
“Aahahahahahahahaha you’re mehehehean!” Toga managed to giggle out as she squirmed in his hold.
“Oh really? You’re the one who tried messing with my clothes.” He retorted back. Dabi had to make sure she doesn’t accidentally headbutt him in the nose with how much she was squirming.
Dabi then got the genius idea to use Toga’s own tactics against her by gently nibbling on her neck, his raven black hair also tickling her cheek a tiny bit as well, nearly making her squeal.
“EEEEEEHEHEHEH DOHOHOHOHO EAT MEEHEHEHE!” Dabi made sure to do those “om nom nom” sounds to further add to the teasing.
Laying her down and going back to squeezing her sides and thighs, Dabi couldn’t help but remember all the times he did this to his younger sister whenever she bugged him too much or just wanted to mess with her. It gave him those feeling that people would call “big brother instincts”
He sometimes did miss her as well as his other siblings, then Dabi remembered what got him as well. He just simply shook those thoughts away for now and focused on making Toga laugh more.
He tried out new spots like scribbling on her belly and behind her ears all the while keeping up the teasing.
“Lets try this spot hmm?”
“Nohohohohohoh Dahahahahahbi!!”
Despite all the teasing and tickle torture from Dabi, it never felt malicious in any way to Toga. He would often stop for a brief moment to let Himiko catch her breath and make sure she was doing okay before continue the "torture" letting Toga alternate between bubbly giggles and belly laughter. Dabi would even throw a raspberry or two in there which were always her favorite. Toga on her side was having a blast as Dabi blew another raspberry on her belly making laugh and squeal.
Soon enough Dabi stopped when Toga started wheezing and her face was turning red. He picked her back up and set her on the couch for her to rest up, laying a blanket over her.
“So you decided to tickle her to the point that she’s having a nap?” Magne asked smiling, with a eyebrow raised
“Yeah she deserved it.” He chuckled, looking over at Toga still snoozing away on the couch.
