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A/N: Idea for sweet baby boy having toe beans >> @kwaiipootato
Shinso wants to befriend Ojiro…. but won’t bring himself to make things right. Ojiro is still scared of him from the sports festival and the two’s friend, Kaminari, decides to help them with this little problem. Nothing like some old fashioned, hands on, bonding!
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Wow.... Shinso would have never thought he would find himself agreeing with Monoma but..... 1-A is weird. The possible love child of Eraser Head sat quietly in the common room, observing various groups, pairs, and individuals go by.
Some tried to talk to him, others had other things going on. So far the only one the mind controlling quirked, male could tolerate was monkey tail. However, that was probably because he wouldn't talk around or to him. Ojiro would walk away and avoid eye contact if Shinso was near him. He was afraid.
The other didn't blame him, but that's how he was anyway; The purple haired male that is. He was mature, yet immature. "I get it, I'm the bad guy. It's nothing I'm not used to, blah, blah,” and other things along those lines.
He blamed himself, yet did nothing to fix it. He apologized after joining 1-A, but the other still didn’t dare talk to him. He kept his distance and Shinso just decided to leave their relationship where it lied, rather than fixing it and maybe having a friend. All he would do was watch Ojiro, quietly. The boy kept his head down as he started to pick up the pace, the floating outfit beside him a little freaked out by the sudden change in behavior.
'I really need to stop doing that, ' the insane haired male thought. "Hey man, what's going on?" Hitoshi jumped before looking over to see the only friend he'd made so far. Kirishima had tried, as had Midoriya, but Shinso wasn't too interested. Yet, Kaminari had his appeal. Something about the dork just seemed... attractive? He was friendly, outgoing, dorky, and just kind of nice. Hitoshi couldn’t describe it but he really didn’t mind the guy.
"Just freaking out the monkey.... again. " He let out a sigh as he leaned back into the couch. Denki raised a brow before leaning over the back of the couch more. "Like on purpose or your staring again. Man, why don't you just talk to him?" The other shrugged. "Tried, he won't reply. He's afraid I'll use my quirk on him." Bummer.
Denki sighed before rolling over so that his stomach was up and his back was sliding down the back of the couch. "Maybe if I was there too?" Hitoshi shook his head again. "The floating clothes did nothing for him, don't see why you would." Floating clothes? Oh, Hagakure.
"Yeah but she's also a girl and Ojiro is the more.... shy type. Like, for example, if I tickle him it's kind of fun and he tickles me back. But if she or any other girl tickles him he won't retaliate and tries to get away. He feels dirty or it doesn’t feel right to him. I don't know, he just gets fluster, " he was cut off.
"Your rambling again." Oh. The other frowned a bit. "Sorry. Point is, " once more cut off. "No, I get it." Denki frowned more as he got comfortable in his upside down state. "Sorry." He looked away slightly as tears built up. He could take whatever insults Bakugou's threw at him with ease, but when Shinso would say he didn't care or cut him off to lecture him.... he always felt a bit bad.
The other didn't realize, thinking the blonde was looking off was just part of the overview he was originally given of his friend. "Why'd you use that example? " The other looked over. "Huh?" Watery eyes? The normally dull, uncaring eyes widened a bit. "The tickling?" He made a claw with his hand.
"Um.... first thing to come to mind I guess." Watery eyes, sliding down the back of the couch so his shirt fell a bit, arms overhead. Hitoshi smirked. "Or are you asking me to tickle you?" Shit. No, no, no.
Yellow eyes widened as Kaminari tried to get up. "No!" Too late. Arms were around him, pulling him down into the shifted lap. "Heh, sure about that?" Giggles already fled from the other's mouth as he tried to grab the other's hands. It was rather comical. He looked like a giggling toddler trying to stop his parent from tickling him.
"I'm really ticklish, please don't!" Shinso snorted a bit. "All the more reason to try." Oh shit. "Nahahahahaho!" Denki squirmed about as he tried to get free. "Nhot the thahahahummy! Nhahaho! S-Shhahahait!" The other rolled his eyes.
"Your how old and still calling it a tummy?" Kaminari shook his head beffire shrieking as a finger found his navel. "Sthahahap! Sthahahp!" His legs kicked out as he squirmed around. "His about under here, huh?"
Denki's head pressed into the legs more as his legs really started to kick. His face was starting to turn a bit red as his eyes watered. "Sthahahaop! Plehehehease Hito-hshshahahahahaha!" Small gasps and hiccups came outh as the poor pokemon tried to move about.
He grabbed at the hands as he snorted, only to have them pulled back and his underarm tickled some more. "He really can't take it," a new voice chripped. They sounded a bit panicked and stern. Shinso let up before looking over.
Ojiro stood with a blush that was slowly getting darker. "Oh, you were serious huh? Sorry. " Hitoshi brought the Pikachu's arms back down before fixing his shirt. "Mash, " Denki whined as his arms weakly called him over.
"S-Sorry, I have work to do, " he said as he quickly excused himself. "Or is it because your also ticklish?" The tailed male froze before looking at the student he feared more than any villain. Shinso smirked. "Really giving it away monkey boy. Lemme guess, tail is the worst spot?"
Eyes widened from the question as the rain slowly wagged. The idea of having a tickle fight made him happy, but with Shinso…. not his favorite idea. "Dude he's not gonna use his quirk, " Denki called from the couch. "Besides, it's always nice to make new friends. You even gave Mineta a shot! This guy is way more polite and moraly superior." He loved his bro but the guy was getting way more creepy as time went by.
Hitoshi rolled his eyes. He didn't need someone to butter him up to another person. "I'm..... just..... scared, " Ojiro mumbled as he played with his tail sheepishly. "The sports festival was just kind of.... unessicary use of your quirk. I don't like not being in control of myself."
The other couldn't argue there. He really didn't need to use it until the one on one matches, and maybe to get through the obstacle course. The headband competition wasn't nessicary at all. Shinso stood before walking over to the other and giving a bow.
"I know what I did was unjust and un nessicary. I apologize for using my quirk on you during the headband race. Truthfully, I'd like to be your friend. Your one if the only students I can stand in this class.
"I'll only use my quirk in gym class or group training. I can't garuntee I won't be against you then, but I won't use it if I don't have to. You know how it works though, which is why you won't talk to me. It's not every response that has that result.... it's controlled.
"You can relax. I.... I'm sorry." He didn't come up from the bow. Denki exchanged looks with Mashirao in slight concern. "I, " the tailed babe paused. Denki gave a nod. It was okay to trust the guy. "Alright." His blush intensified. "Good! Now that you two have mad up.... Ojiro has toe beans." Huh? Shinso stood up before looking over in confusion.
"They're really soft and super ticklish." Oh, that's what that meant. Hitoshi gave a smirk as the other boy squeaked. "No, Denki!" The two were advancing Ojiro fast. The male squeaked and ran for his room, being followed by his friends. Denki burst in the door before lifting his buddy and gently putting him down on the bed, Ojiro’ s fate was sealed.
Wasn't this a bit fast on the getting to know each other chain? Feeling fingers travel up his knees, the thought left as a tail started to wag. Mashirao giggled before brining Denki down on top of him in a hug. "Nahahaho! Chahaut it ohahaut!" Fingers started up his thighs again. "Sthaahahop! Sthaahahop it tickles!"
Denki giggled before joining in. "Isn't that the point?" He moved his fingers to Oniro's sides, warning fumker giggles and little squeals here and there. He was so cute! Shinso felt a small blush rise as he noticed the other's reaction.
Toe beans... huh? He liked cats, loved their toe beans. Maybe Ojiro's would be cute too. He started to pull off a shoe and a sock before looking at the small, round, beans. They were cute, but not as cute as a cat's paw with beans.
The human foot attached was throwing him off. Regardless, he lightly traced around a bean, earning a big squeal and a near kick to the face. "Nhahaho! No, no, no! Plhehehease sthahahop!"
"Whoo hoo! Get him Shinso!" The purple haired male smirked as he got an idea. He was already crossing lines and pushing his luck as it was. Why not go full throttle? He left the other sock on before sitting on two pairs of ankles.
Denki didn't pay too much attention... until he felt fingers scratch at his soles. "EEK! Hehehhahahaha! W-Whahahait!" Ojiro gladly took his break, greedily gulping down air. "Whahavait, whahait, hahahaha! Hitoshi!" Small sparks were coming from Denki's hands now.
Uh oh.
"Hehehehe! Cut it out!" The tail started to twack the purple haired male in the head. "Plhehehease, he's tickling me!" The small volts were on his ribs, spreading around while leaving ticklish tingles. Shinso looked over, surprised by the fact Kaminari could still coordinate. But... he couldn't. Left over giggles left his mouth as he burried more into his haired buddy, along with risdual static.
How odd. "I really need to read broccoli kid's note books." He'd been offered a few times. "No more, " Kaminari giggles as his body went into shut down mode. He was too tired to move.... but now it was Ojiro's turn. "So.... This tickle monkey boy?" The other shrieked as his toe beans were played with again, his tail curling around Denki like a seat belt as he too went into shut down mode.
"Nahahaho! Hahaha, no, no, no!" Denki started slapping a bit at Shinso to get his attention. "Gotta stop, " he grumbled. "Over doing it. " Already? The purple haired male let up quickly before imbing off of them. He felt so dirty looking at the aftermath.
They were hugging so closely, snuggling into each other for protection. Blushed face, watery eyes. They looked like lovers who's just.... oh. "My apologies, " he blurted quickly as he looked away. Ojiro let out a whimper as Denki gave a thumbs up. "No big deal. Now get back here. Your turn."
Crap. Shinso went to run, but the sound of a shriek and the bed creeking was all he heard before something had him. A tail. Shit. With a heave he was thrown back against the bed before hands messiky pulled him in to the human pile of limbs, tockking at where ever they could.
Hitoshi was giggling, shrieking, snorting, chuckling, hicciling, etc., as his two friends exacted their revenge. His tummy drove him nuts as he giggles a bit louder, trying to squirm away. Ojiro smiled a bit as he dusted his tail tip on the other's tummy, Denki moving under the arms. "Nahahaha! I'm shahaorry! S-Sthahahop! It thehickles! It thahahaickles!"
The two looked to each other before giving a slight nod. "In a moment, " the Pikachu giggles. Oh no. Hitoshi's head flew back as he screamed with bubbly laughter. Damn that rail could do some real damage. His feet wiggled against the dusting feeling.
After a few moments, Mashirao let up with a small smile. "Now we're done." Or so the thought. He squealed as arms wrapped around him and the purple haired male fell on top of him. "Oh so you think... huh?" Denki waited with excitement. This was going to be a fun day.
So the fic isn't ready yet but I have another ready that just needs to be proof read (because I really need to start doing that) so.... happy birthday Tail Man!
Author’s Note: I haven't been inspired lately and this was just a little something that hit me. Ideas such as Tetsutetsu hardening when tickled and influence of this fic come from talking and rping with @kwaiipootato.
Over view: Tetsutetsu is curious to see how his look-a-like bro, Kriishima, is. As he finds his bud is wildly ticklish, they begin to discover some more interesting details abut each other before a question or idea comes to the steel hardener’s mind.
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It started with pure curiosity. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu and Eijiro Kirishima were similar in far too many ways. They both liked things classic and old school, both had a passion for manly things and people, both had pretty much the same quirk, similar morning routines, workout routines, liked foods, disliked foods, etc. They were like twins in a way. Looked similar, carried over common interests like you would with a close friend your normally hung around, and understood each other to an impressive degree.
They were best friends! Yes, Kirishima loved Bakugou, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido, but Tetsutetsu was his number one bro. The same went for Tetsutetsu; He loved Kendo to pieces but Kirishima was his closest friend. He new everything about him…. Almost. That would be his reasoning for the hand snaking around the other’s waist as they sat in the re head’s dorm.
Eijiro looked up from his video game that he stopped talking about to look at the other’s hand. He then looked up to the steel eyes in confusion. “Bro, what are you doing?” Was he trying to get romantic or was he trying to do something else. The smirk on the other’s face instantly told him it was along the later of the options. Crap. “No, no, no! Tetsutetsu, don’t you dare!”
Kirishima tried to harden but was too late. His bro had already alerted his nervous system, making it impossible for him to use his quirk. It was an odd weakness, but a useful one nonetheless. The silver haired male laughed before pushing his bro back and lightly tickling his tummy. “Something wrong there, Eijiro? You seem a little stressed out. Here, this should help.” After moving the hand-held device away from the rock hardener, the steel hardener straddled his bro’s waist and began to tickle a bit harder into the abbed tummy.
Hiccupy, gasping laughter left the redhead’s mouth as his hands tried to pry the other’s away form his being. “Brhahahao, chahahut it hahahout,” Kirishima begged as he let his head fall back. Fingers were inching too close to his navel for him to handle. “Nhahahaha! Tetsu!” The other laughed before striking gold. The shark babe below him started thrashing about, trying to block the sensitive area. “Brheheheak!”
A;ready? Tetsu compiled before planning out his next move. Kirishima sighed and greedily started to take in gulps of air. He drapped an arm over his eyes as he caught his breath, not about to bother with fighting for freedom. “Dude,” he started, “what the hell?” Tetsu merely gave a shrug before lightly tickling the exposed underarm facing him. “Was just curious I guess. I mean we have so many things and common and we’ve been hanging out for two semesters now.”
The explanation only somewhat traveled before the other was laughing his head off, trying harder to get away. “Nhahahot thehehere, sthahahop!” He was so open about exposing such a weakness to his friends, it was almost cute. Bakugou would disagree, but Bakugou wasn’t here at the moment. Tetsutetsu was getting a blast out of this cute weakness, slowly taking the invitation to tickle under the other arm that was coming up to drape over the face as well. “Ah! Shahahahait! B-Brohohohoho! It frhehehaking thahahickles! Hahaha!”
Should he tease him on the obvious lee mood? Maybe not. But also…. It was kind of cute that Kirishima was literally exposing himself more to be absolutely destroyed with tickles. As a reward for the cuteness, Tetsu lightened his fingers to mere traces that caused a permanent smile to form along with odd snorts and static television noises. Giggles would mix in here and there depending on the spot, but other than that it was rather the same reaction over and over. There was no protesting, not cursing, no pleading, no nothing.
The steel hardener was impressed. Out of all the people he’d tickle, normally they couldn’t keep down any swears or odd sentences. It was like they were in pain when in reality it just really tickled. Maybe Kirishima just really liked this? But…. so did Kendo. But she swore and would flail around a lot more, and there was no way she could keep her arms up like this. Deciding his look-a-like needed a break, the other stopped and crawled off of him. The peace lasted for only a few minutes before the red head was now on top of the silver haired, straddling his bro’s waist with a tired yet excited grin. “Your turn,” he cried softly.
It was like talking to the pink haired girl with the horns suddenly. Tetsu snorted before spreading himself out a bit so that Kirishima could really try. “Go for it, but just don’t be disappointed.” What did that mean? Oh well. The energetic babe dug in… ow. He pulled back before moving the t-shirt sleeve. Steel. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu could harden when tickled? “Okay, that’s so unfair,” Eijiro suddenly blurted out. He squealed before finding himself pinned under the other. “What, can you seriously not use your quirk when tickled?” The blush creeping onto his best bro’s face said it all.
“Wait…. Seriously? So like veen if I do this?” He pulled a leg forward before lightly tickling one of the sock soles. It was a general kill spot on anyone. Kirishima shrieked before snorting and shaking his head. He tried to free his leg while covering his face. “No!” Interesting. Tetsu stopped before slowly lowering the leg back down. “Dude…. I automatically harden when someone tries.” That was weird. “Guess we really are similar people, huh? Even tickling effects our quirks. Yours disappears and mine goes into hyper drive,” the steel hardener chuckled.
Kirishima crossed his arms with a pout. “That’s o unfair,” he laughed, breaking the facade. The other shrugged before lifting his shirt. “If I know it’s going to happen, my nerves freak and I harden. If I don’t know, well… Kendo can generally get a few in before it registers and I harden. Gotta say, it’s more embarrassing than when you laugh from a sneak attack in class. You get more weird looks and junk.” The redhead nodded as he processed this new information. How strange.
He decided to test it out again, poking at the tummy offered to him. It was honestly like watching one of those electric toys form grade school. Where his finger touched, and only where his finger touched, steel formed as the other let out a squeak of surprise. “So it only affects where your tickled?” Tetsu shook his head. “Generally it’s my whole body but…. This is more of a controlled thing at the moment.” Oh, okay.
Kirishima launched for the other’s ribs, earning a squeal and some strangled laughter before slowly the flesh turned cold and hard. “Yhahaou ass,” the look-a-like silver edition giggled as he calmed down. The red edition kept his hands up as he giggled and tried to slip out from the other. “No, no, no, no,” Kirishima begged as he kept his hands up in defense. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” the other cooed as he started to evilly leer down at his bro.
“Tetsu, cut it out,” Eijiro broke as he started to seize up in suspense. “You’ve tickled me already, no!” The other chuckled before scooping up his best friend into a hug and blowing a raspberry onto the side of his neck. “PBBBT!” A shriek of laughter followed before the bedroom door slammed open. “Kirishima, can you keep it down? Some of us are trying to fucking sleep around here.” Both males jumped before looking over to the doorway. An irritated Bakugou stared right into the redhead’s soul, waiting for a response. “Ah, sorry Suki Tetsu just found I was ticklish and all. We’ll keep it down.”
The look-a-like tensed a bit as red eyes glared daggers at him. What was his issue?! The door shut before the redhead brought his friend at ease with some giggles. “He’s such a fucking old man dude.” Tetsutetsu was taken off guard by the sudden laughter and humor his friend found in the previous event. Damn, did Kirishima have steel…. Yeah. “Dude…. Did you not see his glare? Not sure that guy would mine fighting with us.”
The cutie stopped giggling before looking at the other in confusion. “Bakugou? I mean probably but he’d found it more useful to tickle me. Unlike you, I don’t really heat up. I’m a perfect match for his blasting powers when push comes to shove. Because of that he often will just kind of tickle me when I annoy him. I think the only reason he didn’t was because it’s an hour past his bedtime and he’s got a schedule to keep. If you weren’t in here he would have just shoved me over and slept beside me to make sure I kept it down.” Wow… not nearly controlling at all.
Tetsu nodded a bit before glancing at the clock. “It’s like nine thirty dude.” The red head nodded. “Like I said, he’s an old man. Bed by eight thirty, rise by anywhere from five thirty to six.” he other looked a bit shocked but Kirishima simply nodded. “He likes to study during the mornings and then start his routine. It’s…. It’s weird. I’ve done it for a week with him. Improved my grades but it was just so… foreign.” Huh?
“Wait…. Are you two dating or something? You know a lot about him and…. You did kind of say he’ll sleep with you.” Eijiro merely blinked before shaking his head. “No. Friends can cuddle dude.” “Bakugou….. Just openly cuddling with someone?” Okay, yeah…. Sounded screwy. “Uh, yeah? I mean… he sees me as his equal and all.” Tetsu felt like his friend wasn’t being fully honest. Grabbing a foot again, he sat down and started to mess with it.
Kirishima collapsed back into a hysterical puddle as he used the pillow to try and muffle his laughs as to not wake up Tokoyami or Bakugou with his loud screeching. “Plehehehase sthahahop! We’re nahahahot dating! I-I’d thehehelll yhahaou if wheheh were,” he cackled as he pulled at his leg more. His friend hummed before stopping. The answer would do, for now. “Sure you would. But, no I belive you.” Tetsutetsu stuck his tongue out at the other before gasping as he was pulled down ontop of, then beside his bro. “Whatever, your being punished now you damn bully.” Kirishima nuzzled into his bro as he pulled him close for snuggles. The other was taken back from the random act, but didn’t really resist. He held the other back as he let out his own yawn.
Maybe he’d dig more into his question another time, or maybe he should make…. No he should really make a list of their differences. Not that anyone besides Midoriya would be interested in them for his journals, but just so the two could contrast themselves when they felt insecure for being preserved as the same. Whatever the case, he was pretty sleepy now and that’s all that really mattered. He nuzzled into the washed, red locks before closing his eyes with a content sigh, a small snore escaping from the one below him.
Coming to U.A was probably that best thing that was going to happen to Tetsutetsu, his friendships really reflected it.
