A/N: @made-by-jade-222 , you're my favorite writer and I’m so glad you're back. You made your stories feel so special and made me feel happy. My favorite stories that you used to write was EraserMic family and I really loved those stories so I thought up this fic that reminded me of you. Maybe when you get around and get a chance to read this, I want to let you know that you feel special to me 💖
Summary: Eri wakes up from a nightmare and runs to her daddy and papa. Aizawa and Yamada did everything they could to comfort their baby except for one method. A method that will always gets her to smile and ready to go back to sleep again.
Lers: Yamada and Aizawa
Lee: Eri
Words: 960
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Eri stirred in her sleep, her face contorted in fear. She murmured something unintelligible, and her body shook as if she was trying to escape something. It seemed that Eri was having a nightmare, her subconscious mind struggling with some unseen terror.
Suddenly, Eri awoke from her nightmare with a start. Tears began streaming down her face as she realized the dream's terror was not absolute. She felt overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry, her body shaking with each sob. She was filled with a sense of relief that it was only a dream, but the fear it had caused still lingered.
She quickly got off her bed and sprinted out of her room. She was eager to get to her dad and papa's room. Tears streamed down her face as she called out to her parents. “Daddy! Papa!” She shouted, her voice echoing down the hallway. She was eager to get to them, to be in their arms, and have them comfort her.
Eri burst into her parent's room and found Aizawa and Yamada sitting comfortably on the bed, seemingly minding their own business. Upon seeing Eri, they quickly dropped whatever they were doing and got worried, as she looked so scared.
“Eri, sweetheart, what happened?” Yamada asked. Eri began to cry again and ran up to their bed. She crashed into Aizawa’s arms and sobbed in his chest. He gently tried to comfort her, saying, “Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright, Eri. It’s okay.” His words seemed to have a calming effect on her, but she was still shaken up.
Aizawa asked, "What happened, Eri?" Eri wiped her face and sniffled before responding. "I had a really bad dream. You and Papa were gone. I thought something happened to you, and I got scared," She said.
Yamada frowned as he gently rubbed Eri's back. His voice was full of love and compassion as he spoke. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, honey. We love you so much, Eri, and we will never leave you. You are so important to us, and we will always be here for you."
He kissed Eri on the forehead and held her along with Aizawa until she stopped crying. With a final hug and a gentle smile, he let her go and looked into her eyes. “How’re you feeling?” Yamada asked.
“A little better,” Eri said. “Will you be able to go back to sleep tonight?” Aizawa asked. “I don’t know. I’m still scared.” Eri trembled. She was still afraid to go back to sleep after experiencing a dreadful dream.
Yamada snapped his fingers after he thought up of an idea. “How about we tell you a story about a monster who can protect you while you sleep?” He suggested. Eri tilted her side. “A monster?” “Yeah, and he’s a nice monster, too,” Aizawa added.
“What kind of monster?” Eri asked. Yamada gave her a sly smile. “It’s a special monster,” He said. “It only comes out when you’re really scared.” “Here,” Aizawa picked her up and adjusted Eri to lay on her back against his belly. “This kind of monster uses a special technique to get laughing if your sad.”
“What kind of monster is he, daddy?” Eri asked. “He’s the tickle monster!” Yamada shouted out of nowhere and started to tickle her sides, making her giggle. Eri squealed with laughter as Yamada tickled her. "Ehehehehehehehehe papahahahaha!" She said between laughs and curled her arms against her sides.
“And the tickle monster had decided to come to visit!” Aizawa joined his husband to tickle Eri. She wiggled side to side when she felt fingers fluttering against her belly.
“Ehehehehehehehe it tihihihihickles!” Eri squealed. “He tickles you under here,” Yamada tickled Eri under her arms. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
“He tickles you over here,” Aizawa scratched her sides. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho!”
“He tickles you all sorts of places just to get you laughing and squirming all over the place until you feel all better!” Yamada taunted Eri as he continued to dug his fingers into her underarms.
“Papahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Eri kicked her legs and rolled around, filling the room with the sound of her sweet laughter.
Yamada gasped. “I know another good place to tickle!” He scooted down the bed and grabbed hold of one of Eri’s ankles. “Your cute little feet!”
“Not my feheheheet, papahahahaha!” She cried as she tried to pull her leg away from one of the tickle monsters, but the other tickle monster pulled her back down and tickled her tummy.
“You're not going anywhere, little miss! Not until I had my fill!” Aizawa said playfully. He kept her on his lap while Yamada skittered his fingers all over Eri’s foot. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho! Daddyehehehe! Papahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Eri kicked her leg to get her papa to let go, but Yamada got a tight grip and tickled her toes. “Deliver the final blow, Shouta!” He encouraged. Aizawa smirked and lifted Eri’s pajama shirt to blow a deadly raspberry. His stubble made it worse.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DADDYEHEHEHE!” Eri shrieked and tried to push Aizawa’s head away, but it was no use. She didn’t have enough strength to make him stop, and he was a lot stronger than her.
After the two tickle monsters had enough of torturing their daughter, the three of them snuggled closely together. Eri gave a loud and long yawn. “Looks like our little sleepyhead is tired,” Yamada said as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. Aizawa yawned as well. “I hate contiguous yawns. Yeah, I’m tired as well. Eri can sleep with us for tonight.”
Eri had already fallen asleep before Aizawa noticed and turned off his lamp. “Hmph, goodnight, baby girl.” He and Yamada got comfortable in their bed and ensured Eri was safe and sound asleep.
Warnings: I didn’t proofreaded it yet, so I believe it can get a bit confusing in some parts. Execpt for AizawaxYamada, all the relationships are platonic. Found Family. Ler!Kirishima and Lee!Eri. V brief Ler!Yamada and Ler!Aizawa. Raspberries. Brief angst. All the comfort. Domestic Fluff. Family Fluff. Around 2.000 words
Kanene’s notes: Haaaaappy dayyy @made-by-jade-222! Here is my part of our lovely Secret Santa and I hope you really like it! Also, I know, it’s long but look sdfghjsdfgh first I wanted to make it long because you wrote TWO fics intead of one so you def deserve something v nice and then I got carried away sdfghwqwertert. Well, I still hope it’s enjoyable!
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Before, Eri thought that happiness was a dream.
During her darkest days, she remembers imagining about love and care and the warmth that came with those. However, not even years and years of daydreaming could prepare her for the true sea of good feelings that having a family, a true family would bring her.
That love felt like a buzzing, a great electric sensation that made her fingertips twitch on her new clothes (which she chosen, after some gentle prodding and encouraging nods, in a mall trip especially for the occasion) legs swinging on her chair, eyes firmly clued on her Papa’s expression, his gigantic smile, as he opened his gift, with a calm and patience that made her breath hitch in expectation.
Usually, she wouldn’t be so energetic, much more full of small smiles and watching gleamy eyes, but today was special. Just like his Dad explained to her, today they were celebrating, which she came to learn that it meant having nice meals together, sleepovers full of movies and candies and gifts too. It wasn’t like birthdays, though, today was Christmas Eve, what meant that not only one person would be receiving a gift but all the people she loved.
(And here, presents were something special, too. They indicated thinking, caring about the person you gave them to)
And she could be the one giving them. She could be the one giving her love to them.
(There was also a guy called Santa Claus, who gave presents too, but she didn’t trust him.)
So, she was very, very, very excited now. They were exchanging secret presents and Papa was taking forever to see his.
“Yamada-sensei!! Just open it already!” Kirishima groaned when the Voice Hero stopped tearing the shiny red paper of his gift only to shake the dark gray box underneath it with a teasy smile and an exaggerated ‘oooooh, I wonder what is insideeee~’ for the third time. “At this rate we are going to be all old and grumpy when you finally open the box.”
Eri allowed her gaze to travel to Kirishima, who winked at her playfully, showing he wasn’t actually annoyed, letting out a giggle when said yelped at Aizawa and Yamada’s synchronized prodding at his side, squeaking a protest.
Eri was glad he was there. His hair was read just like her and Dad’s eyes, and, even if it took a lot of time for her to gather enough courage to invite him to her special day, she couldn’t help but feel more relaxed about her beaming and more frequent smiles when he laughed so easily and beamed right back at her, even more excited with the Secret Santa.
“No ‘sensei’ outside the dorms and classes, remember, Kirishima?” Hizashi tweaked his nose playfully before finally giving in and opening the box without any more dramatics. He gasped loudly, pulling a few pieces of paper from the dozen ones that filled the box with a distant looking gaze. “Affection tickets?” His eyes bounced from one sentence to another, smile getting bigger and bigger at every single hand made ‘Free Hug’, ‘Free Kiss Attack’ and ‘Free Massage’. His heart melted a bit. “I haven’t seen one of these since high school. Thank you.”
The last part of his sentence was carefully directed to Shouta, who hid his blush behind the camera he used to record and eternalize the moment, ignoring Kirishima’s ‘awwww’ at them. He knew how hard it could be to talk about your needs, and even if they needed to always try to be more open about their feelings, it was nice to have a way to say what they wanted without words.
“I helped Daddy to make those!”
“You did?” Kirishima said, taking a ‘Free Dance’ coupon with cat paws and little stars drawn on it to analyze while Hizashi was too much occupied with his victory dance. He turned at her with a warm grin. “Those drawings are yours, Eri? They’re amazing!”
She ducked her head, softly whispering a ‘thank you’ before her attention being caught by Hizashi’s happy “I knew it! I guess this is a win for me.”
“It’s not like I was trying to be secretive about it.” Aizawa rolled his eyes fondly at his husband’s attics, pausing his video and passing the device to Hizashi as he standed, walking to the small pile of gifts in the corner of their dining table, pretending he wasn’t grinning at Hizashi’s thankful forehead kiss.
“Why did Papa win?” Eri seemed momentarially torn between watching Shouta opening his own gift and looking at Kirishima before deciding to stare confusily at the red haired boy, her head twitching slightly. “We are playing a game?”
“Sort of?” Eijirou tilted his head back, his finger scratching his cheek. "Technically, in Secret Santa we were supposed to try to guess who gave our gift at the end, after everyone had already opened theirs. If you guess who gave yours right it’s a win, even if there is no prize in the end, but it’s always fun to try to get it right!”
Kirishima expected a lot of things with his answer, but not the fearful eyes that found his, Eri’s tune being lower than previously when she answered him. “Did I make Daddy lose?”
“No, no. I never cared about winning this game, anyway.” Aizawa, who had been watching this exchange closely, laid his present on the tabletop, voice soft as he crouched to be in Eri’s gaze level, holding her hands when they started to turn into tight closed fists and squeezing them reassuringly.
“Yeah.” Hizashi agreed, also stepping close, showing her a reassuring smile when she turned his way. “Your daddy never really tried to really hide who he got on Secret Santa, but see this way! Now that I know who gave me my present I can be sure to attack the right person with butterfly kisses! Otherwise I would have to give everyone all the tickly kisses and big hugs until I discovered who got me, right Shou?.”
“Of course.” Aizawa locked his gaze with his partner, having a silent conversation with him before directing his attention back to the small kid. “However, now that he discovered that I got the help of a very nice girl, we will have to share his ‘thank you’.”
Eri only stared at him and then Yamada, confusion still lingering on her face.
“Yes, yes!” Hizashi was quick to take over the conversation, slowly lowering himself to carry their daughter, giving her plenty of time to protest or squirm away, and trying to not coo out loud when understanding filled her expression and she looked at him expectantly. He snuggled her close, resting three kisses on her right cheek, each one followed with a loud, dramatic ‘mwah!’ “And, you know,” He winked at her. “I think I am not the only one who wants to say thank you here…”
A smile escaped her lips when Shouta placed a quick kiss on her right cheek together with a small raspberry.
Kirishima chuckled quietly behind his phone, glad he was able to capture such a cute moment on camera. The gift exchange followed smoothly after that, however, the future hero couldn’t help but notice how Eri, even if much lighter than the moment of the ‘accident’, was still subdued, much quieter and smiley-er than previously.
And, maybe it was only his older brother instincts kicking, but he was going to change that. Eri deserved to feel happy and safe on this day, and he already had a plan to cheer her up, thanks to Hizashi.
He couldn’t help the bounce that took over his frame as he stared at the colorful, well thought and handmade card on his hands where the words “Mainly Hero” shone, his eyes tearing up a bit when he saw a drawing of him, Red Riot, in his hero’s clothes.
“So pretty and mainly!” He cried, proudly showing the present to Aizawa when he asked to see it closer.
“Right!” Hizashi clapped, claiming the attention of everyone in the room. “It’s dessert time so, Shou, dear, can you please set up the movies?”
The one being called nodded, already heading to the living room as the blonde walked in the kitchen’s direction.
It was his moment, now.
“Eri, pssst, Eri!”
She turned to him, blinking.
“I need your help.”
That got a stronger reaction from her, who scampered out of her chair and got closer to him, eager to be a hero to her heroes.
“So cute!” Kirishima cried internally.
“Are you hurt, Eijirou?”
“No, no!” He quickly shook his hands in dismissal, trying to dissipate the worry in her gaze. “I actually need your help for a very important mission.” He lowered himself, whispering. “I need to discover who was the amazing person who was my Secret Santa to give them all my thanks! They gave me a really nice gift, you know? I would love to have her, uh, I mean, them! To sign up my card so I can hang it on my room’s wall and never forget their kindness.”
“You… you want to hang it in your room?”
“Of course! Such a great gift should never be hidden. I want to cherish it forever!”
She ducked her head and played with the rem of her shirt, proudness blossoming on her chest. She was happy Kirishima liked it. Very happy. Telling him it was her who did it would be safe, she decided, but she couldn’t help the light anxiety she felt.
“I was thinking,” Eijirou’s tune was softer now, his eyes dancing across the house, looking from the living room to the kitchen. “You know that family a lot, don’t you? Maybe you can help me to solve this mystery?”
He smiled at her. She decided he was safe. She nodded with resolution.
“It was me.”
“You?!” Eijirou gasped and then beamed, as if nothing in the world could make him happier in that moment. “You are my secret santa?! Eri, that is so amazing!” He hugged her, who eagerly returned the gesture, giggling happily, legs kicking when he got up and spun with joy. “Eri! That means now I can give you all my thank you tickles!”
“Tickles?” She stared at him with a shiny in her eyes, a hint of a squeal on her voice.
“And raspberries too.” He nodded seriously. “It’s the tradition, you know. Just like Hizashi-san has his thank you butterfly kisses, I have my thank you tickly-tickles!” He adjusted his grip on her so he could free his hand, teasily wiggling his fingers at her. “Full of silly wiggly wiggles and scribbly scribbles!”
She squealed and hid her face on his neck, a couple of titters escaping and slightly tickling his neck. Oh well, he could endure a few tickles if that meant keeping such a joyful expression on his little sister. Then, he attacked, being careful as his fingers scratched her ribs, prodding and poking every single one before worming his hand under her armpit, fishing louder laughter.
“Kirihihihihihi!” She kicked her legs, squirming happily around. “Ahahahaha! It tihihihickles!”
“Yes, it does! That is why they’re called Thank You Tickles. You have such wonderful giggles, Eri-chan!” After a couple of minutes, he decided to give her a breather, changing his attacks to lightly tickle her neck, leading a sea of titters to fill the room. "Thank you for making my gift, I loved, loved, loved it!” At each word he gave her side a small, quick squeeze.
“Yohohohoou’re welcome! Ehehehe!”
Kirishima chuckled as he waited a couple of minutes for the uncontrollable giggles to end, which took way longer than the normal because, everytime their eyes locked together, he insisted on making a silly face, starting all the laughter again.
“No more silly faces!!” She pushed his face away, hiding her own on his chest, and how could he ever say no to this?
“No more silly faces, I promise.” He agreed, finally letting their laughter disappear.
Then his eyes got a dangerous gleam.
“Do you want to know how much I love your gift?”
Eri, the pure, innocent angel, beamed and nodded.
“Thiiiiiiiiiiiiis amount!!!” He took the biggest breath he could muster, lowering his head and delivering a gigantic raspberry on her tummy. For the next few seconds, only squeals, belly laughter and snorts could be heard in the house.
After such an attack, Kirishima snuggled her close, hugging and slightly swaying her body from a side to another as her remaining giggles hit his neck and her arms returned his embrace, the incident completely forgotten.
“Love you, lil sis.”
“Love you too, Eiji.”
When Kirishima opened his eyes, he couldn’t help the light blush that covered his cheeks as he noticed Aizawa and Hizashi’s grin, the latter proudly holding his phone, probably adding a new video to the gallery.
“Noooo.” He half-heartedly complained, lowering Eri on the ground, who immediately ran to her Papa to tell how much Kirishima liked her gift.
That way, with both occupied in their conversation, Kirishima was left alone to notice the exact moment Aizawa’s fond gaze turned into something much more playful and dangerous.
“Thank you tickles? Now, that is a very interesting tradition to discover.” Suddenly, shivers were running across the red haired boy's spine, adrenaline filling his veins. “Especially considering you were my Secret Santa.”
A/N: A great friend of mine requested the first time for this kind of fic and I was so happy for him to request this cute fic so I hope he likes it!
Summary: Eri wanted Midoriya to read her a bedtime story but after she’s restless and isn’t tired at all. Midoriya knows just the thing to tire her out
Ler: Midoriya
Lee: Eri
Words: 1,893
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“Are you excited, Eri?” Mirio asked, glancing at the rearview mirror and seeing the small girl sitting perfectly in the middle seat. “Mmhmm!” Eri smiled widely and nodded. Eri was so excited; it was like watching her bounce off the walls like Gran Torino. She was going to see Class 1-A tonight, especially Deku, and Aizawa couldn’t be happier to see her again.
“Wow, Eri is coming over tonight?!” Mina asked excitedly, almost squealing at this rate. “Yes, but only tonight, and I expect everyone to be on their best behavior,” Aizawa said sternly. “Yes, sir!”
Aizawa had also told his class that Mirio and Eri would arrive at 6; it seemed that time had fasted forward because Mirio and Eri were already there. All the girls shrieked and ran up towards Eri.
“Oh my god! It’s so good to see you, Eri!” “You look so cute!” “My heart can’t take it!”
Eri felt happy about receiving this kind of gentleness or however someone would put it with attention. All the girls loved her as if she was their little sister.
“Mirio, hi!” Midoriya said and walked up to him. “Oh, hey there, Midoriya!” Mirio greeted back. Mirio and Midoriya observed the girls crowding Eri. “Has her horn gotten smaller?” Midoriya asked.
“Yep! And her quirk hadn’t activated for over a while now, so it’s still a good sign.” Mirio said. Midoriya sighed. “I’m glad she’s doing better.” “We’re going to keep it that way. I don’t want her to get hurt again,” Mirio added.
“Alright, class, I’m sure Eri has had a long drive, so she might be a little exhausted. Give her some space.” Aizawa said. As soon as the girls took a step back, Eri turned around and saw Midoriya.
She gasped loudly. “Mr. Deku!” Eri ran up to him and jumped in his arms. Midoriya held onto her tightly. “Hi, Eri! Are you excited for tonight?” Eri happily nodded. “So, what’s for dinner?” Hagakure asked. “Oh shoot! I totally forgot to get the pizzas from the car!” Mirio exclaimed and got himself out the door. “I’ll be back!”
So after an hour later of the class having pizza night, everyone had their bellies full and grew tired. “Wow, that was so good!” Ashido said as she looked like she would pass out from having a full stomach.
Bakugou started to walk away. “I’m going to bed.” He said. Kaminari looked over the couch. “What?! Come on, Bakugou, stay with us for a little longer!” “No!”
Kaminari groaned loudly and turned to Kirishima. “Kiri! Do something!” He whined. Kirishima rolled his eyes and shook his head with a chuckle. “Hey, Bakugou, why not hang out with us for a little longer. You usually go to bed before 8, right? It’s 7:22, so maybe we won’t keep you any longer than 7:45. Whatta you say?” Kirishima gave out his convincing smile at Bakugou.
Bakugou growled in his throat. “Fine.” He turned around and walked back to the couch to sit next to Kirishima with his arms crossed over his chest.
Eri began to rub her eye and let out a small yawn. “Are you getting sleepy, Eri?” Mirio asked. Eri nodded. “I guess it is time for bed anyway,” Aizawa said, who was beside Mirio.
Mirio gently held Eri’s hand and started to walk toward the halls. “Can I have Deku tell me a bedtime story?” She asked. Mirio looked down at her and just smiled sweetly at her. “Of course, you can. Here, let’s go ask him.”
Mirio and Eri turned around and walked back to the common area. Eri slipped her hand out of Mirio’s and walked ahead of him. She spotted where Midoriya was rather quickly, sitting on the couch reading something on his phone.
“Deku?” Eri spoke softly. Midoriya glanced over to the side of the couch where Eri was as she curled her fingers together. “Hey, Eri. Is everything okay?” He asked. Eri nodded. Before she could give out her request to Midoriya, Mirio finally caught up with Eri.
“Fast little thing,” Mirio said and ruffled her hair, making her giggle. “Eri here actually walked over here just to ask if you could read her a bedtime story.”
Midoriya thought his heart was going to burst. He smiled genuinely at Eri. “Of course, I would, Eri!” Midoriya got up from the couch and held Eri’s hand as they walked to a room where Eri would be sleeping.
“So, Eri, what kind of story do you want me to read?” Midoriya asked. “A made-up one!” Eri chirped. Midoriya chuckled and sat on the bed. “Okay, then come here.”
Eri crawled across her bed towards Midoriya and snuggled herself against his side. “This story is about… a little green rabbit,” Midoriya smiled at himself after coming up with this story. Eri slanted her hand a little. “A green rabbit?” “Mmhmm!”
“There once was a little green rabbit that was… a bit different from the other rabbits. In fact, the green rabbit was born slow, so he couldn’t catch up to the others, but the green mama rabbit loved him just the same. The little green rabbit always dreamed of running faster than anyone else across the meadow, but they never came true,”
“Does the rabbit’s dreams come true?” Eri asked, clenching her stuffed bear. Midoriya smiled. “They did, Eri; it just happened later on.” “Oh, okay!”
“So one day, the little green rabbit met a strange animal,” Midoriya immediately thought up what the strange animal would be and smiled. “It was a blonde wolf pup. He wasn’t like the other wolf pups in his pack. He always wanted to be stronger and better than everyone else. He has this snarky attitude along with his fierce pride. Some animals think he’s fantastic for his determination and strength, while others are afraid of him because he’s always scary and yells, but the little green rabbit wasn’t scared of him. The blonde wolf pup wasn’t scared of anything and didn’t even have anything to worry about. So every day, the little green rabbit would play with the blonde wolf pup until both of them grew a bit older. The little green rabbit and the blonde wolf pup weren’t so little anymore, and they grew up together. The blonde wolf was still the same, and so was the green rabbit. One night, when the green rabbit was sleeping, he dreamed of himself on the edge of the meadow. Slowly, he moved across the meadow, and surely enough, he was running faster and faster!”
“The rabbit’s dream did come true!” Eri shouted with excitement. “That’s right, Eri!” Midoriya said, joining in her excitement.
“The next morning, the green rabbit caught up with the blonde wolf and challenged him to a race. The blonde wolf said, “Ha! Like you would win against me! Remember, you will always be the slowest rabbit, and I always win!” So the rabbit and the wolf began to race side by side across a meadow. The blonde wolf thought he would win, but in the corner of his eye, the green zoomed past the wolf and won the race! Angry but surprised, the blonde wolf couldn’t believe that the rabbit was suddenly faster than him. The wolf growled at the rabbit and accused the rabbit for being slow on purpose, but the wolf said, “No matter what, I will let every animal know in this forest that I will beat you at your best, and I’ll get to the top!” The only thing the rabbit did was nod and accept his challenge. The end.”
“That’s it?!” Eri asked shockingly. Midoriya chuckled. “Yep, that’s it!” “But what happened to the rabbit and the wolf? Did the rabbit win? Did they become good friends?”
The more Eri asked about the future of Midoriya’s protagonists in his story, the more Midoriya smiled uncontrollably. He ruffled her hair. “I’ll let you decide what happened between the rabbit and the wolf.”
“The rabbit won something, and they still became friends!” Eri exclaimed. Midoriya laughed. “Good enough. Are you ready to go to bed now?” He asked. “I’m not even tired yet!” Eri got up, jumped off the bed, and walked over to the bookshelf, observing what book Midoriya should read. “Then how would I get you to sleep?” Midoriya asked.
Eri shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”
Midoriya thought up an idea after all. “You know, I think I left out a part in the story.” He said. Eri gasped. “Really?” Midoriya nodded. “Mmhmm! Get closer.”
Eri got herself back on the bed and scooted closer in front of Midoriya. “On some nights when the baby green rabbit wasn’t tired enough for bedtime, the mama green rabbit came up with a trick. She scooped up the baby rabbit!” Midoriya picked up Eri by the underarms and held her in the air on cue. “Laid him down flat on his back,” He settled her down on her back in front of him. Eri already started to giggle uncontrollably. “And then the mama rabbit suddenly... tickled him!” Midoriya dove his hands towards Eri’s belly and scribbled his fingers over her pajama shirt.
“Ehehehehehehehehehehe!” Eri wiggled and blocked everywhere Midoriya tickled her. “She would tickle, tickle, tickle his little fuzzy tummy!” He went from scribbling to drilling his fingers into her belly.
“Ahahahahahahaha Deheheku it tihihihihickles!” Eri babbled out. “I know it does, but I need you to keep quiet. I’m not done telling the story. So the mama rabbit tickled and tickled and tickled the baby rabbit right here,” Midoriya left her belly alone and squeezed her sides.
“Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
“And tickled over here,” Midoriya skittered up to her ribs.
“Ehehehehehehehe!”
“And then right under here,” He shoved his hands underneath her underarms and dug his fingertips into them.
“Ahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohoho!”
“But the best place to tickle to get the baby rabbit worn out and sleepy when the mama rabbit snatched the baby rabbit’s ankles and tickled every inch of his great big feet!”
Midoriya grabbed one of Eri’s ankles and held it tight as he lightly scribbled all over her little foot.
“Eeehehehehehehehehehe! It tihihihihihickles! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!” “What about here?” Midoriya went up from her sole to her toes and tickled underneath. “Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohop!”
Midoriya let go of her wiggling foot and towered over her belly. “And the last thing that the mama rabbit did before she ended her tickling torment was…!”
Eri squealed in anticipation after Midoriya paused and kept giggling. “Can you guess what the mama rabbit did, Eri?” Midoriya asked with a cheeky grin. “Blow… a raspberry?” “You betcha!”
Midoriya moved her shirt out of the way from covering her belly button, sucked in a deep breath, and blew a big raspberry on her tummy.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Midoriya laughed at how Eri became worn out from the tickling. Her hair was messed up slightly, and her face showed a faint blush. He picked her up gently and placed her on his lap. “Ready to go to bed now, Eri?” He asked.
“Uh-huh,” Eri said softly and let out a yawn. Midoriya moved the covers and placed her carefully on the bed. Eri turned tiredly on her side and pulled the covers to her shoulders. “Good night, Deku.” She said. “Good night, Eri.” Midoriya turned off the lights and left sweet little Eri to sleep for tonight.
"Theeeere we go! There's my happy girl!" Eri squealed in response, squirming, wiggling and thrashing in an attempt to escape the nimbly fingers scribbling on her armpits, her legs kicking just about everywhere. "That is right! Hear those awesome laughter! Oh, is there a song more melodious than that? I don't think so."
"Paaaapaaa!!" The younger girl protested, "don't behehe mehehehean!"
"Sorry, sweetie, but there is no Papa here!" Hizashi stopped the tickling in order to hold the girl in the air, his 'malefic' grin losing for a second its evilness to show a genuine smile as Eri giggled harder. "I am now the Tickle Monster and I love to tickle sweet little girls just like you! Mwuahahaha!"
"Dahahahahad!" And in less then a second Eri was captured by Aizawa, who held her in a hug, blowing raspberries on her neck. "No! No!" She shrieked in delight "No more tickle monstehehers! Nahaha!"
"You smile is beautiful and don't let anyone say you otherwise." He mumbled, giving her a final, loud raspberry before meeting her eyes. Eri nodded, reminiscent giggles and squeaks still escaping from her mouth, especially when Yamada decided to crush both in a bear hug.
