Warnings: None. This is literally 2.200 words of Aizawa being WEAK for his friends, tickling and being tickled by them. It’s cute, it’s fluffy and full of teases, playful tickles and warm feelings. Switch!Aizawa, Switch!Nemuri, Switch!Toshinori, Switch!Hizashi and Ler!Tensei. All the relationships are platonic
Kanene’s notes: I 100% give this fanfic to my sisters that painted my nails and lightly tickled me for a few secs while I was rambling which immediately made think about happiness and love and all the soft stuff in between for weeks. <3
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Aizawa loved to be tickled.
He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.
It made him feel silly, yes, sometimes even shy, but not ashamed.
Most people would find tickling as an annoying thing or his liken for it weird, but he could care less about them. He loved it. Simply and quick like that. It was only rational, afterall: he was always the kind to be affectionate - in his own quiet, unwavering and attentive way - with the people he was close with, not holding himself back when he felt it would be proper - or simply nice - to share headpats, half hugs or shoulder bumps with his friends. Or to just follow them around like a particularly determined and easily irritated shadow, seeking their warmth just like a cat sought for a sunny spot to nap.
Tiny touches and daily small doses of affection quickly became an important part of his life, especially after he got into UA and met the most important people he would ever know, people he would take and follow to the most difficult and easier days of his life.
So, yeah, Shouta could recognize he was quite a tad touchy. He could admit it even, on a particular early morning around his friends, right when everything feels just a bit more unreal and dreams are closer to touch. Even if this memory was something that Nemuri and Hizashi would constantly tease him about, delighted to discover a something that would make their so gloomy and grumpy companion share a tiny smile for a piece of second before immediately shoving both it and the beginning of a blush that appeared on his face in his scarf.
They were all chill with this part of himself, too. More than happy to answer and support his touches with plenty of hugs, snuggles and a constant invasion of his personal space (not that he complained) without even a blink. Like he said: it’s only rational that his love for touch and the closeness that meant trusting someone translated into something as tickling.
It simply felt right.
To just let himself close his eyes and smile, to lazily wiggle around as Hizashi began to prod and skitter his fingers on ribs, finding and attacking all his weak spots with a precision and accuracy that came with years of experience and friendship, leaving plenty of tingles and tickly shocks to generously spread on his torso and fish more huffed giggles and quiet snorts from the dark haired hero as he go.
To bask in the warmth of the friendly, playful teases and lights pokes of fun that spilled freely and unashamedly from Nemuri’s smirking mouth when she sneakily wormed her hands to his armpits, skillfully using her nails to create not only a quite loud squeal in the sea of puffing giggles, but also one of the most unbearable sensations he ever felt in his life.
To ignore everything else and only focus on holding Yagi’s wrists as they got dangerously close to one of his most ticklish spots, even if he showed no real struggle to push the offending digits away, just keeping them in a loose hold, tittering non stop at the way the taller scratched and scribbled on every inch of sensitive skin, gradually increasing the speed. His clear smile of half amusement and half fondness plastered on his features that never failed to make his cheeks prickle with hotness.
To feel his mood immediately light up and his day get just a grain better at the rush of adrenaline flooding his system at Tensei’s fast, startling pokes that always seemed to get him in the moments he least expected it - not a easy accomplishment, something Aizawa should mention - or at the surprising tickle attacks full of squeezings and raspberries that, somehow, seemed to came when he most wanted it, with the right amounts of awful teases and incredibly fun, giddy energy that accompanied the underground hero hours after they parted ways. Probably a skill that comes with being an older brother.
It didn’t matter if it was just one of his friends or all of them at once. If his silent huffed snorts and low laughter mingled with Yagi’s calm presence, his quiet teases being always careful to be delivered on the most unexpected moments in an exact formula that never failed to make hotness prickle on the skin of his cheeks. Or if it clashed and danced beautifully in sync with Hizashi’s own loud laughter, just a tad of taunting and just a tad of amused, both of their reactions filling the air with playfulness and games full of “Let’s see how long can the gloomy, grumpy hero Eraserhead last before being defeated by a few tiny tickly tickles”.
If Nemuri would always start a collection of squeals, squeaks and yelps when she decided to tickle him, being sure to properly coo at every one, something which would normally make the underground hero flare with indignation (he was not cute, dammit), but, under how much soft her grins got during those times, he let it go. Or if Tensei would make as his goal to find any new tickle spots, showering his sides, back, calves, neck and basically anywhere with all the kind of soft pokes and maddening pinches, only to his determined expression to totally light up and his snickers to ring freely when he succeeded in fishing a bark of laughter from Shouta.
Sometimes they would all collectively look at Aizawa and decide that he needed a smile on his day and then jump on him in a mess of hands scribbling, skittering, prodding and tickling everywhere.
With Nemuri’s loud brags of how she was the first one to make Shouta giggle her name out loud and did you see how much adorable that was awww, sorry guys it must suck for you all to not be able to do that but don’t worry it’s fine no one can be the best I will gladly bear such heavy burden alone.
With Tensei’s loud laughter and playful bump of shoulders asking for space, come on give a bit of space for the tickle master here, I want to test something that makes Tenya go absolutely crazy, it’s so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from becoming a mess of giggles and you definitely will want to see it if Shouta has even a quarter of his reaction.
With Toshinori’s wheezing snickers as he requested for everyone to please calm down and stop making such a fuss, there is plenty of Shouta for everyone here to tease and attack and he knows, he knows it must tickle a lot with how incredibly ticklish you are, Shouta-san, but if you could stay still for just a bit longer for Tensei to try this new thing (even if his own hands kept tap-tap-tapping the sensitive skin right under his knees and that definitely was not helping) it would be really nice.
With Hizashi’s taunting pokes and scribbles that played with his reflexes, teasing his armpits when he tried to hide his face, skittering on his neck when an attempt of a pout grazed his lips and showering his lower back with scritches every time he tried to curl in a defensive ball. Always more than happy to cheer loudly at any of his reactions because YEAH Shou, show us all that rocking smile, yo! You wouldn’t try to hide it from your best friends in the whole world, huh? After everything we’ve been through you wouldn’t leave us out here to suffer and die without our daily doses of Shouta’s giggles?
With all of their attentive gazes, careful touches and soft whispered questions, checking if he was fine, if that was okay, if they went too far, filling his heart with such an amount of care and a love that never failed in leaving Aizawa speechless.
Even though his friends would be adamant to deny that last part, especially with how quick he was to recover from their attack and immediately pull Nemuri to his arms, ignoring her flirts and wobbly attempts to break from his hold with more clumsy tickle attacks to focus his attention in squeezing the especial spot just right above her knees and a few inches to the left that created the most lovely snorts. After that it didn’t take too long for a flow of uncontrollable laughter to flow freely in the air, which, on itself, meant that now he only needed to whisper a few teases close to her ear - how could a single person have such ticklish ears he would never know, but the loud squeals and crackled death treats made this spot one of their favorites to tickle -, letting them evolving to an onslaught of nibbles - and a couple or two of kisses, - before she finally got distracted enough to not realize one his hands getting way too close to her stomach.
The loud wheezes and sudden silence that bathed the whole space meant that the panther was already after his next victim.
(And, if he stayed just a few seconds more than necessary, hugging Nemuri close to him while she recovered, it didn’t matter. He was out before she could gather enough oxygen to tease him about being a complete, incorrigible and utter softie. Shut up. You know nothing.)
A high pitched shriek that was cut in the middle of being shouted always made pretty clear who was the next one to be caught.
And this time Shouta already had gotten most of his breath back, but, even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be so difficult to transform Hizashi in a mess of blushes, squealed ‘nononono’s and infinite squawks, even if the black haired one just did as much as look in his direction.
When asked about it, Yamada said it was because of his smirk. There was just something in the way his eyes glinted in a playful way and his lips were pulled up in a grin which basically shouted ‘You are dead’ that made all his nerves alight and incoherent noises to bubble on his throat. Now, how the blond was able to realize that while he was kicking and squirming and wiggling and trashing non stop on the floor, Aizawa didn’t know.
Eventually the underground hero would be able to dig his hands on his thighs and draw senseless nothings on his soles, occasionally scratching his toes just to watch him jump and yelp, his own low, playful pokes of fun being easy to be heard over Hizashi’s usual silent laughter that made his entire body shake with happiness and delight.
(And, if he brushed Yamada’s hair with his fingers while he squirmed the rest of his giddy energy on the floor so it would look a little bit less of a mess, enjoying the not-quite silence that hung around then, no, he didn’t. You saw nothing. Get out.)
Tensei, on his turn, wasn’t particularly fond of being tickled. He would endure a few pokes or a random raspberry if they got caught in a tickle fight or any similar situation, but more of that was not his definition of a good time. This required Aizawa to be creative during his revenges, then, usually deciding to pull a snicker and distract the other with a couple of pinches on his sides, fast enough to just divert his attention while Shouta stole some of his fidelity cards of their favorite cafeteria and a pair of Tenya’s baby pictures from his wallet before tangling his capture scarf on his arms so he could safely dart away without being immediately chased.
He still had one victim left, afterall.
(Before going, however, he always spared some time to adjust Tensei’s glasses so they stop being dangerously close to falling from the tip of his nose, a tradition that began during their time on UA as students and continued until nowadays, even if Tensei kept trying to bite him every single time. Nuisance.)
Toshinori was a little more like himself in this point, much more full of breathless giggles and sudden snorts than a strong belly laughter - like Hizashi or Kayama. It was fine. It was perfect. Because honestly Shouta already had enough of All Might’s customary, booming laughter, but this? The high pitched, quiet ‘mercys’ he let out amidst his titters? The muffled yelps and low snickered babbles full of nonsense filling the room when Aizawa let his fingers prod softly on his ribs and tap their way across his right side, finding and exploring any weak spot for quick, maddening seconds before jumping to another one?
He could never, ever get enough of this.
The smiles, the squirms, the quiet and loud reactions, the whispered teases, the feeling that brought warmth to his chest every time he saw one of his friends smile and thought ‘I did that’, the way they grinned proudly after one of their tickle fights, the comfortable silence that sat with around them after those moments, the excited conversations, the warm touches, the nice embraces.
…Yeah. Aizawa loved to tickle his friends. And he loved being tickled by them. He loved and loved and loved and loved again and again and again.
Warnings: Raspberries, tickly kisses, nibbles, a few sentences of light making out (nothing v explicit), swearing, romantic relationship, Switch!Aizawa and Switch!Hizashi. About 4.000 words.
Kanene’s notes: HEELLOOO @a-fluffer-nutter ! Guess what! I am your squealing santa and ohhh gosh! I just can’t believe you chose such amazing ship fpor you prompt, I got so inspired >w<. I ended up not doing it on a Christmas scenario but I still hope it’s enjoyable! You were one of the first tickle blogs I found here on tumblr before creating my on blog and I wanted to say that your fanfics and your writing inspired me a lot!! Thank you so much. I hope you like this fic as much as I liked to write it.
Aw, look at them, being all silly and playfully affectionate <3.
Also, my biggest thanks to @ticklygiggles for hosting the Squealing Santa this year! It is such a fun event to participate!! Thank you! thank you! <3
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There were a few sacred rules in the world.
"Hizashi." Aizawa couldn't help the way his low, rushed voice trembled, especially with the way his husband's smirk just grew bigger as he got closer, like a shark sensing his momentary weakness. "Hizashi, I am warning you. Don't you fucking dare."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Shou." Aizawa pressed his lips in a tight line as a single finger started to tease the sensitive skin behind his ear, giggles immediately beginning to fastly bubble inside his chest.
"I-I am gohoing to kill-" his threats came to a halt when a tickly kiss was delivered on his unprotected collarbone, a hint of a squeal almost escaping before being quickly swallowed by the stubborn one. “-you. Fuck.”
"Shouta! No death threats in front of the children. What kind of example do you want to set for them?" Hizashi quietly chastised, a huff of a fond chuckle on his tune, and that made everything so much worse, especially when his face was so close and every breath made shockwaves run freely across Shouta's spine directly to his nerves, leaving a trail of tingles behind. "Also, shhhh, be quiet! You don't want to wake up the babies, yeah?"
There were, indeed, a few sacred rules in the world. The ones that couldn't be broken without descending your very existence in a pit of torments and chaos. Aizawa Shouta was plenty aware of that, of the truly inmensurable pain he would bring upon himself if he wasn't careful, if he let Hizashi's soft, maddening touches and teases get the better of him.
Because, right now, he was stuck. Utterly and hopelessly stuck under the weight of two relaxed purring, warm cats who were contently sleeping on his lap, trusting their peaceful, careless rest to him, trusting that he would just stay still and definitely not move until their bright, shiny eyes opened and stared at him with the most pure and innocent gleam of hope and love and-
Another finger joined the assault of his ticklish ears, leading the other to use every fiber in his being to prevent himself from even squirming away from them.
-and Yamada Hizashi? Well, he was taking full advantage of that.
"Come ooon, Shouta, don't be greedy. Give me all that beautiful laughter from my favorite listener in the whole world, pleaseee? ~" The underground hero just shook his head, turning his flaming cheeks away from those bright green eyes full of mischief and endearment, ignoring the way they made butterflies shake their wings in excitement on his stomach and made a wobbly grin fight its way to his lips. "Now, now, hiding that sweet dashing smile, are we? Well, wouldn't it be a pity if that move left your sensitive, so sensitive neck even more vulnerable to my wiggly silly fingers?"
Just as the words left his mouth both hands changed their tracks to attack said spot with skillful wiggles and scribbles, running and tickling every inch of avaliable skin with precise, playful touches, years of relationship leaving them fully aware of each other's weak spots.
And no. Aizawa Shouta, the serious, cold and impassive underground hero didn’t just squeak, get out.
“Gyah! So cute!! Let’s see if I can make you do that again…”
"Shuhuhut it, 'Zahahashi!"
"Oh! my! god! I can't believe in my ears. Are those Shouta's giggles? One of the most melodious sounds in the entire world? The one song able to end wars and make DJs helplessly swoon? Ah, have pity! I can already feel my heartbeat faster…"
Aizawa was melting. He was sure of that. His whole face seemed to have been set on fire as teases and more teases dripped freely from his husband's lips. Maybe it was the position he found himself in (don’t move, for the cats, don’t move), or perhaps the unbearable tickles or even the way he could read and perceive - just like most of the blonde's feelings - all the love and those mushy feelings in between it filling every praise in Yamada's words as his nimble attacks fished more and more embarrassing sounds from his husband, but the dark haired one felt his usual calm façade crumbling and totally disappearing at each titter and snort, making his smiler bigger, his ears redder and his reactions stronger.
He thought about pushing the other away and turning the tables, however, the moment when they locked their gaze and he saw how much happiness shone on Yamada’s expression and a warm, cozy feeling flooded his chest? He was done. He would do anything to keep that gleam on the other’s face.
For a moment, he thought, maybe being under the voice hero's mercy wasn't such a bad thing.
“Maybe I can make them louder with some raspberries and nice kisses kisses here and there and everywhere. ~”
Fuck it.
His hands shoot to pry the offending fingers from his neck, his hair beginning to float and his eyes to prickle as his quirk was activated, a few reminiscent giggles still escaping and filling the room. He tried to scold his face into a threatening glare, and not being very successful on his task by the way Hizashi only grinned back, innocently batting his eyelashes at him.
"Blushing at holding hands? Aww, Shouta, it's like our teenage years all over again! You're just a true softie inside, aren't you?"
In a fast, firm gesture the black haired one tugged his hands, making the other lose his composure and stumble forward, their faces almost colliding, green eyes having no other option but to watch the intense fire burning in black ones.
"In just a few minutes, I am going to show you how much soft you can be." At the last part, Aizawa quickly sneaked a squeeze on Hizashi's side, his smirk growing even more dangerous when the blonde almost fell off the couch, shrieking. Their enlaced hands were the only thing keeping him there.
(That and his excitement, that giddy sensation, which only inched his body closer to his predicament.)
"Shh." Aizawa chastised, echoing the tease that started this whole scene. "Be quiet. Otherwise, they will wake up and the moment my legs are free again…" His voice got lower, almost as a purr, just like a feline getting ready to attack. "I am going to get you."
They stared at each other. Hizashi gulped. Nearby, the kitchen's clock ticked and bird sing-songed.
Hizashi was suddenly very aware of the situation he got himself in. (Not that he wouldn't do everything exactly the same if that meant seeing Aizawa's flustered smile all over again.) Things were simple and clear: He wouldn't survive if the cats woke up. He could, of course, listen to the screams of his survival instinct and run. However, Aizawa was quicker, and there was always the chance of him dashing first to their room and gathering his capture weapon, there would be no hope for the radio host, then.
He needed a plan.
Something bold. Something dangerous. Something that would probably worsen his fate but be too much fun to not not do, at the same time.
Shouta adjusted himself on his seat, just the barest of the moves, almost imperceptive if it wasn't for their proximity. The movement ended up attracting the gaze of his husband, who only now realized how the previous attack pulled the other's shirt up just enough for his belly to show.
Hm.
Hm.
An idea emerged in his head.
A bad idea.
A very, very bad idea.
He looked at the cats dozing off, silently asking for their forgiveness.
"Hizashi, no" Aizawa warned, following his gaze, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "No. You're going to wake them up. You know what is going to happen if they wake up."
"It's the only way." He answered in, staring at his partner dramatically, voice shaking in fake sadness. "You left me with no other option."
"Don’t." Aizawa tried one more time, sucking his stomach instinctively as his husband approached the spot, still unable to move and escape the teasy lips getting closer and closer to their target. "Wait, fuck, no. Hizashi, wait, don't!"
"You either die a hero… or you live enough to see yourself become the villain." He took a deep breath in.
In a true desperate attempt of survival, Aizawa trashed his body to the other side at the last second. Blanket and Pillow yowled in protest and surprise, batting their paws at the silly adults before dashing away, probably to find a much calmer napping spot. Shouta, in his turn, was way too much preoccupied with the realization that his “defense move” actually made the raspberry lay perfectly on the spot right above his hips to feel properly guilt, everything else disappearing from his mind the moment that awful, maddening buzzing spread across his entire side, prying a loud guffaw from him.
“And look what we got here!” Hizashi was flooded with delight at the sound, his fingers being quick to dance all across the other’s sides in scribbles and scratches, keeping Shouta in stitches while he got his own breath back. “Aw, babe, if you reeeally wanted me to tickle-tickle-tickle your hips that bad all you needed was to ask! You know that I could never pass an opportunity to hear your awesome laughter and get my daily dose of Shouta’s cute blushy blush…” With his unfairly long nails he circled his hipbones, watching with a smile the wiggles and snorts that this caused. “Let’s see how much more beautiful sounds I can get from you, shall we?”
He took another deep breath, fingers clawing the back of the other’s ribs. Shouta shook his head, too lost in laughter to form any coherent sentence, arms trying to push his partner away, but being too weakened to truly prevent his ticklish fate.
The kitchen’s clock ticked again.
Hizashi attacked.
Guffaws, yelps and snickers mixed themselves with a low, already naturally horse laughter and floated together with excited coos and giggled teases all across the room during the next few minutes.
Eventually, the voice hero laid a smooch on each side of the raven haired hero’s torso before going forward and resting a longer kiss on Shouta’s lips, their residual giggly demeanor making it even more enjoyable. His fingers combed the black hair out of Aizawa’s face, smirking at the wobbly smile still plastered on it.
Aizawa rolled his eyes, not unkindly, and pulled him for another kiss.
The moment Hizashi felt hands twitch, starting to crawl on his waist, he jumped out of the couch, legs already carrying him through the house with the fastest speed he could muster, a nervous high pitched screech leaving his mouth as, not even a minute later, a quiet series of thumps - almost inaudible if you didn’t know what to look for - followed his fleeing actions, showing that Aizawa’s metabolism and recovery speed was truly enviable and said one wasn’t too much far away from his position.
It was exactly because of this that the second everything became quiet, all sorts of warning sirens rang inside Yamada’s head. A quick look behind him confirmed his fears: instead of the determined shine on his husband’s eyes or the playful smirk which always painted his face on domestic days like this, all he found was the door of their empty room, not even a trace that the underground hero had been chasing him.
“Shou?” He looked around, gaze flying to the top of their closet and bookshelf, knowing very well the other’s liking for high spots. “Babe? Darling? Love of my life? Light of my day? Can we just talk about that?”
He didn’t need to see Aizawa to imagine the way his mischievous grin would be growing at those words. He pouted. It was unfair how great the other was at attencipation.
(It was unfair how much his nerves tingled in excitement).
Then his phone rang.
He almost jumped out of his skin when the previously quiet house was filled with the joyful, loud ringtone of his device. His hands quickly shot to his pockets, instinctively investigating them and coming out empty before the memories of him checking his email on the couch an hour ago filled his brain.
An hour ago.
A few minutes right before he looked at his husband relaxing with both of their cats dozing out on his thighs and smirked at the mischievous idea that blossomed on his mind, deciding that everything was way too much calm for his liking and that nothing better than some of his husband’s uncontrollable laughter to fix that.
His phone went quiet for a second, ringtone being quick to pick up again. No other sound was heard.
The lack of chasing finally made sense. Hizashi mused, trying to make his footsteps as light as possible, eying his surroundings cautiously as he got closer from the living room. No need to run around after your prey when you know exactly where they will appear next.
His pout soon made another appearance when he finally found his phone, securly held by a very smug-looking Aizawa, who grinned at him right as he stopped by the door’s frame, joyful eyes looking right at the bottom of his soul.
“Not going to get it?” Shouta slightly shook the device. “It could be a very important call, you know.” His dark eyes flicked to the screen for a second before finding his gaze again. “Or it could be just Nemuri planning another crazy trip for our vacations that she will give up in less than one week.”
They stared at each other for some pieces of moment. Hizashi frowned half heartedly.
“You can pout all you want. It won’t stay in your face for too long anyway. ~”
In a light of the true meaning of the sacrifices you need to make when you’re a hero and a responsible adult, Hizashi walked to (his death) the waiting arms of his husband, blowing a raspberry at him in true show of commitment to adulthood, finally accepting the call.
“Hello?”
“Ah, hello, Yamada-san! I hope I did not call you in a bad time?”
“Yagi!” He turned at Aizawa, a bit at loss, receiving an equally confused frown. After the initial, quite strange, order that was to adapt the fact that he would be teaching together with All Might (“Like, it’s THE All Might, Shou! Can you even beliEVE-”), he and the other had gotten quite close, and, even though they exchanged numbers, none of them ever got to really use them. “Of course not, my very tall listener. Are you okay? Something happened? If you send your localization I can-”
“There is no need, there is no need!” The words stumbled quickly, cutting his rambles, followed by a muffled cough. “I am totally okay, I swear. Nemuri just told me you also had cats and I, uh, wondered if I could ask you a favor?”
‘No emergency. Everything is just peachy.’ He mouthed the words to Aizawa, giving him a thumbs up as he felt his muscles relaxing together with his husband’s relieved sigh.
“‘Also’? So do you happen to share a fair level of love for our feline friends, as well? Always thought of you as a dog person, Yagi!”
“Hehe.” It was impressive how the radio host was able to picture the other scratching the back of his head at this moment, smiling sheepishly at his words. “I am afraid I no longer hold all the necessary energy a puppy would need, even with my soft spot for them.”
Hizashi was still deciding if he should make a pun about how old that sentence made the Symbol of Peace sound or dramatically reassure him while loudly complaining about how old that sentence made the Symbol of Peace sound when a couple of fingers vibrating on his bottom ribs almost made him open a hole on the ceiling before his quirk was erased, resulting, instead, of a mix of a half high pitched and half strangled noise to flee from his lips.
He turned to Aizawa, eyes wide, betrayal shining crystal clear on them.
‘No.’ He mouthed.
His husband, the fucking traitor, only smirked back, his fingers twitching on their place, slowly - awfully, horribly - worming their way to his armpits, each step being careful and mindful to apply just enough pressure to fish one barely-surpressed squeal after the other. Hizashi tried to block his attacks, huffs of laughter escaping from his lips while his mind tried to focus enough to not laugh, not let his wobbly legs fail under his weight and push those devilish, persistent fingertips away.
“That must be so difficult for you.” Aizawa’s teasing was barely a breath, so quiet that if their gazes weren’t locked in a half-heartedly glare battle, he wouldn’t notice his mouth moving. “Being so helplessly ticklish like this, having to hold all of your laughter inside as you feel the tickles getting closer and closer and closer to your worst tickle spot while you can’t do anything to stop them. It must suck to be you.”
He shook his head, clutching his phone while distancing himself from it, one hand flying to cover his mouth just in time to hide a loud snort. His body continued to squirm around, totally unsuccessful in prying the curious hands away as Shouta just followed him with little to no effort, looking as if they both were moving a weird dance. “Stop!” He wheezed.
“Sorry, could you repeat yourself, Yamada-san?”
Oh, right. Shit, Yagi was still on the phone.
“No-O-othing.” He couldn’t help the squeak that painted his tune, words flooding from his lips in a hurry to disguise his slip, even if his mind was so clouded that all the coherent sentences seemed to run further and further away from his grip. “Nothing, really! I, huh, I just saw a- a… thing! Yeah, yeah, a thing and I thought it was another, uh, t-t-thing…” Aizawa stopped pinching his highest ribs to rest a finger on his lips in a ‘shhh’ gesture, silently snickering under his breath.
Oh, he was so on cleaning the litter box duty for a whole month.
“So, yeah! Ha! It scared me!” Trying to be more convincing, the voice hero aimed for an awkward chuckle and got more of a breathless sea of bubbly giggles, all of his ribs still tingling with phantom touches. Dang it! “That's why I was squealing, of course.”
“I see.” Yagi’s voice seemed to sound mildly amused, but maybe it was only his imagination playing tricks on him. “Then, I won’t take too much of your time anymore.” Hizashi tried, in vain, to bap Shouta away when he approached again in another attack, indignantly yelping at the other’s fast dodges and almost failing in stopping himself from whining when they managed to rest them on his armpits, nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin there, making his face scrunch on that adorable happy face he always did when his death spot was targeted. Aizawa grunted. His partner had no right to be as cute as he was.
Yagi continued. “So, about my question, will you be able to do it? It’s totally fine if you can’t, too!”
Aizawa adjusted his offending hands so his thumbs would be laying on his pits while his other fingers drummed on his back, restless, impatiently.
He was running out of time.
“You’re a pro hero, aren’t you? Take this as an endurance test, let’s see how much time it takes for me to break you.”
“Yeah! Of course, you can count on mEEE-” Suddenly, the (lovely) bastard that he called a husband got tired of waiting and simply drummed on his tickle spots, skillful fingers wiggling and scribbling on his shoulder blades, leading to his back to arch involuntarily and sending his uncontrollable squirms directly to the thumbs digging unmercifully on his armpits. “OKAYYAGIITSEEYOULATERBYE!”
Hizashi, actually, had no idea if any of his words sounded more than a high pitched shriek. He immediately turned off his phone and threw it on the general direction of their couch, unable to do more than focus on the way which Shouta’s chuckles sent shocking shivers down his neck as the raven haired hero pulled him closer, holding him in a firm, absurdly tickly embrace as his legs gave up and the blonde - amidst kicks, half-squeals and half-pleas - began to be slowly lowered to the ground.
“No! Love! Darling! Kitten!” Hizashi trashed, wiggled and squirmed in a dance of total incoordination, his arms torn between pushing the offending hands away and hiding the crackles which began to paint his usual loud laughter behind his palms. “Bad kitten! Bahahad kitten!”
Aizawa squeezed his side, huffing a chuckle and immediately cutting the other’s teasy protest.
He decided to not be very nice, then.
“That is a very bad spot, isn’t it?” Aizawa tsked when his partner nodded, momentarily lost in a sea of giggles the moment the black haired hero started to nuzzle his neck, a big smile taking over his face. “That must be so difficult for you… to have someone who knows all of your weak spots attacking them and transforming you into a cute, silly mess of laughter until I am satisfied… I wonder when that will happen.”
“I can’t. I can’t! Sho!” Squeal. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle. “No teasing, you mean!”
“You want me to stop the teasing but not the tickling?” Aizawa turned his touch softer, part to keep their house free of holes caused by quirk accidents, and part because the voice hero needed a break from the surprise attack on such sensitive spots. Meanwhile, he decided to scratch Hizashi’s lower back, drowning in the flow of snickers and chuckles that such action resulted in. “Honestly, Hizashi, you could at least try to make a better job of hiding how much you like this.” Aizawa hummed, enjoying the way it made his partner jump and try to scrunch his neck. “But, I can’t say I am disappointed.”
Yamada didn’t bother with an answer, instead twisting his body enough so he would be able to kiss the other, trailing a path of giggly pecks all across his jawline before capturing his lips, his wobbly smile growing bigger at the slight quirk of Aizawa’s lips with his attics.
Aizawa’s hands stopped to tickle him only to pull him even closer, trailing his sides in an explosion of warm and Shouta and good that leaded all his muscles to melt, humming softly - and a bit smugly that his distraction plan worked, if he was being honest - when they parted lips to breathe.
They kissed again. Aizawa’s hands went higher and higher and-
-And then Hizashi broke the kiss with a wheezed squeak, his bubbly, crackling laughter starting all over again, body trashing and squirming as his hands tried to reach the offending fingers kneading the back of his ribs. A new sea of random, endearing nicknames escaping from his mouth and doing nothing to placate the evil grin on his partner’s face.
“Shou!! No! Mean! Not again! Shou!”
“What? You thought you could just give me a few kisses and then you would be out of the hook to plan a new attack?” Shouta pushed his shirt up, lowering his head and beginning to distribute nimbles and kisses at every inch of ticklish skin on the blond’s belly, happy with the way the spot under his lips shook with the loud, uncontrollable laughter. Hizashi kicked again, using all his willpower to hug himself and not push the playful attention away, squeaky sounds one more time filling the air.
“Don’t worry, ‘Zashi. We will be staying here for a long time…”
