Hi I saw you did a headcanon about Toshinori and how he was ticklish and I was wondering if you had a fic of Toshinori being chased by his students and tickled by them? Something like that would really make my day as I've been having a bad week
Anon, first of all - I don’t know if you will even see my answer, but let me just tell you that I’m so, so sorry for not answering this sooner. I’ve been stuck in a really bad writer’s block lately and just couldn’t come up with anything for this request. I’m so sorry for not being there to make your week a bit better! I hope you will still be able to enjoy this now, though (and also that you’re feeling much better by now):
It could have been such a nice andrelaxing afternoon, Izuku mused half-heartedly as he watched the happy mess infront of him unfold. Such a nice, quiet afternoon, with Bakugou taking a nap,his classmates engrossed in different – quiet – activities and no homework todisturb them.
He had wanted to watch a bit of TV, thatwas all. Had wanted to catch up on a view hero talk shows he liked to watch.
Now, however, Izuku, just like the rest ofhis classmates, found himself captivated by the sight of Mina lurking around inthe kitchen, the girl watching All Might closely as he went around the kitchento prepare some drinks and snacks for everyone.
Based on the stiff set of Toshinori’sshoulders, Izuku could interpret that the man was on high alert, knowing whatthe girl behind his back was aiming for.
It had started out all too innocent.Toshinori had been rummaging through the fridge, bent over quite a bit, as Minahad squeezed herself into the little space between her teacher and the openfridge-door, darting forward to grab something from the cold depths. Completelyby accident, the girl’s finger had scrambled over the man’s side all the while,digging deep into the white material of his shirt as Mina tried to gently shovehim aside.
The reaction had been immediate, asToshinori had jumped with a yelping sound, head hitting the fridge’s ceilingwith a loud Thunk as he splutteredout a weird, high sound.
And if that hadn’t been enough, Mina’shorrified shriek certainly had been enough to draw everyone’s attention to theboth of them.
“Sensei, are you okay?! Did I hurt you?!”
“N-No, really, I’m… I’m quite alright, mygirl…”
“Did I hit your scar?! I’m so, so sorry…oh no, wait, your scar is on the left side… but still!”
“Mina!” Toshinori had tried as the girlhad tried to lift his shirt to see where the damage lay, “I assure you, mygirl, I’m more than al-…”
Mina’s soft touch had connected with hisside and the man had let out a far too high sound, somewhere between acut-short laugh and a yelp.
That had been the moment when it hadclicked for Mina. “Sensei, are you tickli-…?”
And Toshinori, honest to a fault as hewas, had probably not made the best choice by interrupting the girl, sayingsomething about having to get started on the snacks, and turned away from her.Him making sure that he stayed out of her reach all the while had been quitesuspicious, too.
Really not the best choice, Izuku mused,attention once again drawn away from the TV and over to where Mina was sneakingup on Toshinori.
Perhaps they should have warned him –there were almost ten pairs of eyes directed to Mina and their teacher – butsaying that the other children weren’t interested in the spectacle would havebeen a blatant lie. So it was probably no surprise that nobody, not even Izuku,called out warning as Mina used a short moment of distraction.
The girl ducked slightly, stealthilygetting closer until Toshinori – still with his back to her – was in her reach.
The moment Mina’s fingers wiggled up theretired hero’s side, Toshinori all but jumped,throwing one hand up to steady himself on the kitchen counter while asharp, surprised bout of laughter left him. It didn’t matter that he slappedhis free hand over his mouth only a second later, it was already too late.
Mina was beaming, smile wide and shiningand excited all at once. “You are ticklish!”
“A bit,” Toshinori relented, leaning awayfrom her and out of her reach. “A little bit, perhaps.”
They looked at each other for a moment,Mina thoughtfully and Toshinori warily, both clearly assessing what they shoulddo next.
Then, everything happened in the blink ofan eye. Mina darted forward, expression determined and hands outstretched,aiming straight for her teacher’s sides. In the same moment, Toshinori’s handsdarted upwards and caught the girl’s wrists, stopping her from touching him.Still, Mina had so much momentum that she slammed against Toshinori, making himstumble backwards.
“Nonono, we’re not doing this!”
“I just want to hear you laugh somemore!”
“As much as I would like to indulge you,tickling is not the right wayyy…!”Toshinori’s words became rushed and drawn-out as he bend and twisted to getaway from the fingers trying to poke him. He didn’t dare to use his fullstrength on the girl, fearing that he could hurt her, but holy, if Mina wasn’tsurprisingly strong. More than once, she almost managed to slip from his grasp.
And as if that weren’t bad enough, Minawhined, “Guys! Help me!”
There was a moment were the othersexchanged quick glances, a bit taken aback by the sudden request.
“Uuuuh…” Kouda mumbled, ducking his head.“Should we really…?”
“Well, it would be funny,” Kirishima’sexpression turned from thoughtful to excited.
“Wouldn’t he get angry, though?”
“Nah – Sensei never gets angry with us!”
Izuku had long since forgotten about hisTV-show by now, trying his hardest not to laugh as he turned around and lookedover the back of the couch.
Toshinori had almost managed to freehimself of Mina when Kirishima slammed into his back, latching onto his rightarm tightly.
“Young Kirishima…!” the blond warned,half-heartedly, slight panic flickering over his expression.
“Yeah,” Kaminari chimed in, apologeticsmile on his face as he grabbed his teacher’s other arm. “Please don’t getangry at us, okay?”
Mina whooped in triumph as her classmatescame to her aid one after the other – holding onto Toshinori’s arms or climbingup his back – and the second she was free and there were no defensive hands inher way, she dived right in, taking great delight in poking and tickling to herheart’s content.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds forToshinori to go down, knees buckling and not able to hold up the combinedweight of him and his students. By the time he landed – or more, was let down –onto the ground, he was already howling in laughter, coughing in between as hesquirmed and writhed, trying to get away from the deft fingers tormenting him.
The laughter of the children joined in asthey cheered. Even Izuku was laughing at the sight of a delighted Mina, notgiving up in her tickling, and flushed and laughing Toshinori, rolling over theground in a heap.
Izuku’s smile dropped, though, when thecoughing suddenly overtook the laughter.
“St-Stop…!” Toshinori wheezed out, smilesuddenly turning into a grimace, “Stop, please!”
Mina’s laughter trailed off as well andshe pulled back, but too late – while the children were still retreating,helping their teacher to sit up rather than holding him down, Toshinori alreadydoubled over, coughing hard, blood splattering over the hand he covered hismouth with.
Izuku was up from the couch and dashedover at top speed, falling onto his knees next to his mentor as everyonecrowded around them. “Toshinori-san!”
“I’m sorry!” Mina’s eyes were already fillingwith tears as she gestured around, reaching for Toshinori and yet not daring totouch him again. “I’m sorry, I should have stopped, I should have listened…!”
She trailed off, sniffling, as Toshinorireached over with his free hand, gently ruffling her hair. The coughinglessened gradually as Toshinori shook his head, smiling slightly. “No need toapologize at all, my girl.”
“Whoa, Sensei,” Kirishima’s laugh wasstrained as he handed the man a tissue. “You really startled us there!”
“Are you okay?!” Kouda asked, eyes widewith concern.
“Do you want to lie down for a moment?”Uraraka offered.
“Nonsense – thank you, my boy,” Toshinorismiled at Izuku as the boy helped him to his feet. Stretching carefully,patting his chest to make sure that the coughing was over, the former herogrinned brightly. “I’m more than alright, honestly.”
Relieved smiles were exchanged as everyonerelaxed again.
“And now that that is settled…”
Sudden silence fell over the room as thechildren stopped mid-motion, going pale at the pure power crushing down on them.
Quirk or not, Toshinori still had thecommanding aura of All Might if he wanted to.
“I dare believe,” the blond rumbled, eyesblazing with mischievousness. “It’s my turn now.”
Mina was the first to react, squeaking loudlyin a mixture of mock-angst and delight as she made for a mad dash towards thedoor. Kirishima followed suit, laughing and hollering for “everyone to takecover, he’s after us!”
It didn’t take too long for the others tocatch on, and quickly, the living room was near empty as everyone run for it,laughing and screaming all the while.
Shouto looked from Toshinori to hisfleeing classmates and back, slightly confused. “I… don’t think he would reallyhurt us?”
“It’s not about hurting, man,” Sero laughed,pulling the other after him out of the room. “It’s part of the game, you know?”
“Ah. I see,” nodding thoughtfully, Shoutolet himself be dragged away.
Huffing in amusement, Toshinori leveledIzuku with a questioning gaze, running a hand through his ruffled hair. “You’renot going to run, my boy?“
“You have no reason to take revenge onme,” Izuku said after considering the question for a moment, lips quirking intoa smile. “So, no.”
Blue eyes flashed as the man smiledwidely, softly. “Fair enough.”
They shared a grin before Toshinori cockedhis head, listening.
Izuku did the same. Training had honed hisawareness and senses enough that he could hear the shuffling and hushedwhispers in the hallway in front of the living room, the snickering andrustling of clothes.
His classmates hadn’t fled very far,obviously hoping that their teacher would chase them to continue the fun.
And if Izuku could hear them, then AllMight surely could, too.
The wide grin stretching the blond’sfeatures said that he could hear it indeed. Waving vaguely towards the hallway,the hero started, “Mind if I…?”
“No, no, go ahead,” Izuku shrugged, makinghis way over to the couch again. “I’m occupied anyway.”
“Right,” Toshinori didn’t sound convinced,but he didn’t protest.
Settling down again, Izuku tried toremember what had happened last in the show. And, oh dear – he couldn’tremember.
So much for watching his favorites showsthis quiet afternoon. That was probably completely impossible around hisclassmates…
The sudden feeling of gentle and searchingfingers gliding over the sensitive spots where neck met shoulders made Izukuyelp aloud, jerking forwards on the couch to escape the tickling sensation.
Chuckling resounded right behind him,making Izuku blush and splutter as he whirled around, scandalized, “Hey!”
Toshinori’s eyes were alight withamusement as he held up his hands in surrender, even though he was stilllaughing. “Sorry, sorry. I just had totry it.”
“You don’t look sorry at all,” Izukumumbled, covering the sensitive spot with one hand while he scooted away fromthe mischievous man.
Izuku didn’t take his eyes off Toshinoriagain until the man had left the room, pretending to “chase” his waitingstudents. Only when he heard loud shouting, cheering and laughter resoundedfrom the hallway, indicating that their teacher had joined his classmates, did Izukudare to relax again.
For, like, two seconds. Before his fingersstarted drumming impatiently, and his gaze shifted more than once away from thescreen and strayed over to the door.
It sounded like everyone was having fun…
Izuku was dimly aware that he had no ideawhat was happening on screen because he was too busy listening to his classgoofing around.
With a sigh and a smile, he relented,turned off the TV and threw the remote to the side.
There were better things to do, he thoughtas he jumped up and rushed out of the room, running into the direction of shoutsand shrieks and happy laughter, grinning widely as he noticed that Toshinorihappened to stand with his back towards him. Much better things.
The moment Izuku leaped forward, landingon his mentor’s back and reaching for the sensitive sides under the loose whiteshirt – hearing the way Toshinori shouted in surprise and laughter and how hisfriends cheered for him – he was laughing aloud himself, feeling warm andhappy.
This was so much better than watching TV.
