#Ticklish!Hero

[kanene-yaaay]

To Catch a Hero’s Giggle

Alternative Title: Golden Child

Kanene’s Notes: This fic is heavily inspired by This Headcanon that is basically that Hero has a natural quiet laughter and everyone likes to pretend that they ‘stole’ his giggles while tickling him

Warnings: This one has a lot of tickles dfghjhgfgh. Angst with a happy ending. Hurt/Comfort. Raspberries. Lee!Hero and Ler!Sunny&Ler!Kel. Around 3.500 words.

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The top is a lonely place.

Actually, thinking about where he is - in the highest spot - feels weirdly frustrating. This numb feeling as he stared at the good grade on his newest text, the lack of even a small sparkle of proudness or relief at knowing that he did it again, the neutral tune of his face, the constant tiredness on his bones… none of this felt like the top. Like the best version of himself, like the amazingness and peak of development that he could achieve.

Yet, that was what everyone around him told that it was his place. The top of his class. The top of the students. The top of his school.

Hero had listened to it for years now, he had even fought with all his power for the title. And still he wondered when it would ever begin to make sense for him, to mean something for him.

(He wondered when he would look at the mirror with the same shine of pride and trust that his teachers and parents had when talking to him.)

"Hey, Hero! How did you do?" 

Hero didn't grimace, because that was his classmate and she was nice. In any other and every other situation that didn’t involve school or grades, she was really nice. 

Unluckily for him, that was not the case today.

"How did you do?" A smile, a curious look. Usually that would be enough to trail the attention away.

"I got a D! Not as brilliant as you, I guess, but still enough to pass so yeah!"

"D is still a good grade. I am glad you got it!"

"Hm mm, but still you're not running away from the question. Tell me, what did you get?"

His hand began scratching the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. "Ah, nothing much, just a B." He chuckled in good humor.

"Nothing much? Hero, I would commit crimes for your grades! Uuuurg, and you don't even look happy for it, too. Come on, I would be shooting fireworks if I was you right now. Is being that good just so normal for you, golden student, that you don't even care about them anymore?"

Words appeared and died in his tongue. A mix of "You’re not me" and "but I don't feel happy" and "Please don't call me that". Instead, he smiled and opened his mouth to say something (anything).

Scratch, scratch, scratch. He could almost feel the spotlight. It was starting to irritate, burn his skin.

Another classmate cut them.

"Hey, hey, Heroooo, my man!" That was June. She was nice and the arm that he slipped across his shoulders in a half hug made warmth spread across the touch. She was nice. "Sorry for cutting you short but I really need you to explain the subject of our Literature test like right now." 

His eyes ran at the clock above the white board on the room. It was lunchtime, their literature test would be in the period right after it.

"Of course!" Smile. Suddenly, he was back at his comfort zone, with notes and books and subjects that don’t make any sense, but when you start to stare at them long enough with a tilted head you can start to see the connections. "Do you have any questions in mind? What was the part you got the most confused?"

In a blink his own literature notebook was on his hands, pages being fastly flipped as the boy looked for where his notes were. 

Silence. The arm slipped from his shoulders.

Hero looked up. June laughed, with a tiny drop of awkwardness and bit her thumb with a dangerous smile as she avoided the other's eyes.

"Everything."

Hero stopped. Blinked. There was a light tremble in his words.

"The seven chapters about art schools?" 

"Yep." She popped the p. "And the historical context. And the authors. And characteristics." Hero must have shown a glimpse of the dread he was feeling inside because soon June was holding his hand and kneeling on the not-so-clean-and-where-did-all-this-ink-even-came-from-floor. "Please, Hero, please! I know that I haven't studied anything but you're so great at teaching. I will owe you that one, please!"

"Ok! Ok!" Hero fumbled a bit with his own hands, feeling a mix of relief to take over his movements. No one should be so desperate to get his help. And how could he even say no to her? "It's fine, it is a very long subject but we have one hour before the class so I think we can cover a bit more than the basics." 

His face became more serious, determinated eyes. "Get your book. We're going to meet on the tree next to the entrance, alright?"

"Perfect!" June jumped in the same place. "Thank you so much, Hero!"

"It is fine." And it really was, Hero loved to teach. But…"I am always happy to help, but next time, please ask me a day or two before the test." 

"Of course, dude!" And she was already out the door. 

Deep sigh. Hero looked at the clock. Actually, he took like one week to study all that stuff, however, maybe if he got the main historical events and explained how those affected the literature, architecture and worldview of each age, perhaps he could summon the main points of everything.

Another minute ticked by. Hero got his sandwich from his bag, already opening and taking a bite. Today was going to be a long day.

At least June was truly nice.

(...)

The thing about having Sunny as a neighbor is that sometimes he was just… there.

Hero, in his spot laid on the floorboards of his room - having fallen there after coming back from school and realizing that Kel was still out with the basketball group, - stared wide eyed at the deep dark eyes that curiously peaked at him from above. As soon as his brain clicked and he recognized the boy, however, his fast heartbeats began to calm down.

“Sunny!” He didn’t really want to get up, the cold floor soaking through his clothes and resting on his skin making all his muscles relax and keeping his mind from floating away. Still, he sat and turned around to stare at the younger with a pleasant quirk of lips. “Did you come to see Kel? He is still at his basketball practice. I am sure that you can still find him if you go to the park.”

Sunny looked back at him, his face was less pale and his movements less sluggish. It was good to actually see him more often, see the light come back bit by bit in his eyes. The same attentive eyes that fixed their attention at the taller boy, the silence stretching across the room before Sunny seemed to arrive at a conclusion, lightly nodding his head before popping himself on the floor right at his side.

He pulled his knees up and rested his chin on them and Hero opened his mouth, wanting, but not knowing how to explain that he really wasn’t a fun company right now.

“Heh. Sunny, I-”

A hand rested on his. The cold fingers patting his hand twice before a phone screen was basically shoved in his face.

Hero blinked, chuckled and adjusted himself to see what was on the device. It was a video of a small duck shaking himself and walking excitedly behind its owner with a light and quick ‘pap pap pap’.

He smiled, much more naturally this time, and pretended to not notice how thick with emotion was his voice. “This is cute.”

Sunny nodded, seeming content with himself, before turning back to watch something else. Probably more videos with ducks.

“Right.” Hero mumbled for anyone in particular. Deep breath. “Alright.”

Something hot ran across his cheek. And another. And another. And another.

It felt like burning, almost as bad as his eyes. Almost as annoying as the itch on his nose, the dryness of his throat.

Still, the floorboards were cold. They were brown and smooth and filled with dents wherever the tip of his fingers passes, result of years and years of both him and Kel having more accidents than the normal amount for two boys with inexplicable clumsy tendencies.

Still, there was a cold hand on his and the sound of puppies ‘yip yap yap’ and ducks ‘pap pap pap’ in the air smiling at it felt a bit easier.

 Breathe.

Hero stared at the ceiling for a pieces of minutes, letting himself slowly close his eyes as his breathing got slower. 

What a long day.

(...)

He opened his eyes, rubbing them and yawning as the consciousness slowly creeped back to his senses. His gaze travelled to the window, confirming that it was still afternoon and that possibly didn’t doze off for more than an hour. 

Stretching on the floor, the older one realized that Sunny was still there, unfolding from the tight ball he usually imitated when sitting down and answering his gaze with his own curious eyes.

Hero smiled.

Sunny was a good friend.

His smile quickly turned into a grin.

“Sunny. There is something on your face, come here for a second.”

One blink, two blinks, Sunny came closer. Hero tried to not let his plan ( or mischief) show too much on his face.

“Just a little bit closer.”

He opened his arms, Sunny moved to attend his request. Hero’s arms got closer and…

Bam!

*HERO captures you in a hug!*

With a squeak, Sunny trash for a second before realizing what was happening and letting himself fall on the floor with a small smile, amused titters making his shoulders bounce for a bit before he let himself be hugged like a teddy bear with no complaints.

“Thank you, Sunny. You’re a really good friend.” 

The younger boy didn’t answer him, but it didn’t matter. The silence that fell on them wasn’t in any way awkward. There was no need for words when all of his acts and little expressions showed how much Sunny cared.

Hero only kept him in the embrace for a couple more of seconds, giving the boy a quick squeeze before letting him go as a dazzling smile took over his face. Now it was time for him to show a bit how he cared about the younger too.

That was enough sulking for one day.

“Kel still hasn't arrived, huh? What if we both play a game then? I am sure we still have that old Spaceboy videogame where you can race his-”

“Another game.”

The voice was low, but for the way that made him immediately stop right on his tracks could be the loudest shout to ever exist. Hero tried to not let the immense wave of pride that filled his chest everytime Sunny decided to express his opinion show in his expression.

“Do you want to play another game?”

Sunny nodded, lightly pushing Hero’s shoulder so he would be laying down again. Hero let himself fall with an amused light in his face.

How could he deny that boy anything, really.

“What game is it?”

Sunny shrugged, as if not sure, he didn’t wonder about it too much, however, the shorter quickly calling his attention by lightly shaking his hands and lifting them. 

Hero tilted his head, confused and still amused. Kids nowadays are so fun.

Sunny repeated the movement.

“Ah!” Finally, it clicked. Hero lifted his own arms. Was this a new version of Worm? He and Kel used to play it all the time as kids, even though his mother never seemed excited in seeing her two sons wiggling around the floor like two invertebrate beings. “Like this?”

The younger nodded, patting the arms for a good measure and a clear message of ‘stay’.

Then he lifted his own hands again, Hero watched attentively, ready to follow the instructions to the next step of the game.

That was the moment Sunny shoved his hands on his sides.

The sound that came out of his mouth was a half gasp and a half squeal, arms immediately crashing down in an attempt to catch and stop the onslaught of squeezes and pinches that were being delivered all across the ticklish skin.

“Suhuhunny!!” As quick as the giggling came, it went away, being immediately replaced airy titters and low, almost inaudible laughter, especially as Sunny spidered his nimbly fingers upwards in order to escape the hands that tried to pry him away, each prod and poke on his sensitive ribs making the older one arch his back and let out a single high pitched squeak that made his entire face explode in warmth. “W-why!”

Sunny only hummed contently, letting his hands rest cozy and snug on his highest ribs, the tip of his fingers just scratching the tip of his armpits while the thumbs kneaded the ribs with energy. Soon enough more and more loud high pitched squeals and squeaks began breaking the quietness of his laughter only for Hero to descend right back and his hysterical airy giggles all over again, arms clued on his sides, torso squirming from a side to another in lazy, futile wiggles that did nothing to actually stop the sudden tickle attack.

“Got you.” Sunny’s voice was as calm as ever, with plenty of a playful joy blossoming on it freely. “I will steal all of your giggles for myself…” 

His attack went back to his sides, however instead of maddening squeezes or killer pinches, Sunny simply laid his hands on the skin and vibrated. 

Hero jumped, merely wheezing before inaudible snickers that made his shoulders bounce with giddiness bubbly right out of his lips.

“Got them. They’re mine now.” Hero almost wished that his laughter was as loud and boisterous as Kel’s just so it wouldn’t be so easy to listen to Sunny’s teasy remarks, which weren’t even that teasy in the first place, lacking the smugness Aubrey had during her tickle attacks or Kel’s mischievous pokes of fun, but his words right now sounded just so sincerely happy that all that Hero could do at the this was let out an embarrassing snort that made his cheeks even more warm, the gigantic smile plastered on his face getting wobblier.

Especially as he heard a voice from his doorway.

“Are we tickling Hero?”

The immediate cry of “No!” that flew from his voice was quickly subdued by the fact that the younger violin player decided to change his technique to a skilled scribbling that concentrated too much on the spot where his sides connected with his stomach to be a coincidence. The word died in the air just as Hero’s bouncy snickers got even bouncier and even snickery, Sunny’s affirmative hum instead filling the room.

“Great!”

“Don’t!” Hero managed to slip in between his chuckles, opening a watery eye just to face the one thousand watts smirk of his younger brother, a smirk full of promises of danger and his very immediate doom. His brain run though arguments to find anything, anything promising enough to discourage Kel from helping Sunny but all he got was the same mantra of “it tickles it tickles it ticklesitreallytickles” that scrambled his thoughts any time that wiggly fingers even looked at his direction. 

“I’m going to-” Wheeze. 

“I can’t-” Yelp. 

“When I-” A hiccup. More airy giggles.

Finally, he acquiesced, accepting his fate. “Plehehehease.”

“You’re tickling his sides? Nice idea, Sunny! That is a very good spot.” Kel carelessly threw his bag somewhere on the floor running to sit right at his brother’s sides, taking full advantage of the situation where Hero couldn’t scold him for that. “But you have to see his reactions when I tickle his legs! It’s like a super secret spot that can get him crazy every single time!”

Hero actually jumped when a hand lifted his leg, a few half-heartedly kicks with no real effort showing his struggle as he shook his head in protest.

“He always gets all squirmy when I do that but he never actually tells me to stop.” Kel ‘whispered’ (which, for Kel’s standard, was a lowered shout). “Even when he kicks me it’s so light that I can barely feel it. I think that he really doesn’t mind being tickled but I don’t tell him that I know or he would be really embarrassed.”

Sunny seriously nodded in understanding. Hero wondered if his face was trying to melt with how hot it was. Maybe if he tried enough he could be able to get that invisibility power he always wanted as a kid.

He kicked again. 

“Watch this.” Kel whispered to Sunny, who decided to stop his own attack so the taller could get some interrupted oxygen. Two sets of watchful eyes turned in Hero’s direction. “Ha! This one wasn’t even close, Hero. Try again!” And then Kel’s hand found his calf and began kneading.

The force of the crackle that was fished from his throat made Hero shoot his head backwards, arms failing around for a couple of seconds before he fell back on the floor, quiet, fast and impossible to hide began dancing around in the room like a sweet melody.

“Ok, ok!” Kel, like the little demon he is, laughed together with him. “Now you just need to do this and…” His fingers crawled a few inches closer to his knee, attacking the spot with squeezes and pinches non stop. A snort shot in the air. And another. And another. And another. “Tcharam!! A snorty piggie coming right up.”

“Kehehehel! Don’t!”

“Make me.” Kel raspberried at him, suddenly stopping the banter when he saw his neighbor moving like he was snatching something out of thin air. “Eh? Did you catch a mosquito?”

Sunny shook his head, a grin on his face. Hero turned his attention to him as well when the boy repeated the gesture.

“I am catching Hero’s snorts.”

“Ohohoho my gohohod.” Sunny telegraphed his movements enough that when the oldest’s protest began disappearing in a wheezy crackle he was already “snatching” it from the air. “Stohohohop!”

“Ah! I get it! But you can’t have only his snorts, Sunny. Look! I can make him do other sounds too.”

Suddenly there were scritchess and scratches worming their way on the extremely, awfully, horribly ticklish skin under his knee, giving every inch of it a special attention as more and more silly sounds fell in flocks from his lips.

“There is a giggle!”

“And a yelp!”

“Quick, catch this squeak, it’s already floating away.”

As Kel and Sunny kept their play pretend, Hero started to feel like he was going to explode, and, in an unexpected bound of energy the flew forward and catched Kel’s hands, holding them with a triumphant grin - which was cracking at the corners with leftover chuckles, it’s true, but still - as he stared down at the brother in front of him.

“Heyyy, Hero.” Kel smiled nervously. “I, huh, er, uh…”

“Hi, Kel.” He was careful enough to put a playful growl at the end of the younger’s name. “Missed your old friend, the Tickle Monster?”

“Eek! Aaaaah!! He is going to tickle me! Sunny!”

“Don’t worry, the Tickle Monster has two hands. One for each ticklish boOOOY!”

A sensation exploded across his senses. A buzzing that began in the back of his neck and spread like a tickly electricity across all his nerves, teasing his ears, dancing on his chin, zig zagging over his spine and humming over his torso.

“Yes! Get him, Sunny! More raspberries until the Tickle Monster is defeated!”

Quickly another raspberry followed the first, and then another and another over and over again, all of them unfairly attacking his unprotected neck. For a moment Hero lost himself in uncontrollable belly laughter, in smiles, in airy snickers, teetery titters and in a maddening sensation that made everything else but the constant idea that “It tickles!” disappear from his mind in a blink.

After some time, he was tapping the floor, happy tears running on his cheeks and a wheezy “enohohohough” flying from his lips as the tickling went away. Sunny running to stay at Kel’s side as his friend called him for a winning high five.

“We did it. We defeated him!” Kel’s excited voice made amusement fill his chest. Kids are so fun nowadays. “Your raspberry attack was a good idea.”

Breathe in. Breathe out. Giggle giggle giggle.

“But, eh, why were we tickling Hero?”

At this, Hero’s head shoot upwards, body slowly unfolding from the defensive ball it tried to mimic to watch Sunny with an equally curious gaze.

The shortest eyes glanced at his form for a bit, but before Hero could think anything out of it (was he going to tell-) Sunny just shrugged.

Silence.

“Ok! Hey, Sunny, since you’re here, we should play a game!”

Their neighbor grinned, just the tiniest tiny bit. 

Hero wondered if he, as a good older brother, should warn Kel.

“Do you have any idea of a good one?”

But nah. Hero sighed - a mix of relief and a calm contentment that spilled from his soul and filled his heart. He would let them have their fun.

[kanene-yaaay]

This is AMAZING this is PERFECTION this is FABULOUS and this is one of the best masterpieces ever created thank you very much for such a piece of pure GOLD

Precious beans precious beans precious beans aaaaa they are simply so cute and lovely aaaaaa ♡♡♡♡ I love how they are in ur style and those big smiles simply MELT my heart

Yeap, I have not played OMORI, but I know the plot and generally love the characters from there—

Therefore, a drawing with Hero and Mari spontaneously turned out, cause they are a charming couple ^^

[gabe-76]

Tickletober 2024- Day 4: Upside down (Dabihawks)

"Stop it, Dabi!"

"You can easily fly away, you're wanting this"

[thebest-medicine]

Deku’s Damn Smile

MHA - BakuDeku - lee!midoriya, ler!bakugo, brief ler!class 1A, adorable ticklish dork deku - [read on ao3]

Summary: In which Bakugo slowly becomes more and more enamored with Izuku’s smile… 

A/N: I like them so much your honor! AHHH! written in the form of little snippets of time

Words: 1.4k 

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Whenever Bakugo brought his dorm room trash through the building to take outside late in the day, he typically didn’t expect to encounter much on his short journey. Maybe a movie night in the common room or a few students up late studying, never really much noise.

This evening, however, as soon as Bakugo opens his door, he hears a piercing shriek coming down the hall. Then, wild, cackling laughter. His face warms as he realizes he recognizes it right away. Izuku.

He drops the bag back into his freshly changed trash can, closes his door quietly, and turns in the direction of the commotion.

The sound of the familiar, bubbly laughter draws his steps forward, quickening their pace as he approaches the common room. 

“Oi!” Bakugo enters with a quizzical scowl that quickly transforms to an expression between pleased and confused, maybe with a little hint of jealousy in the mix. “What, you guys tickling the poor nerd to death without me?” 

“Kacchahahahan?” Izuku squeals just as Shoji wraps a second set of arms around Izuku’s elbows to help keep his arms pinned up over his head, just in time for Kaminari to dig his fingers into Midoriya’s armpits. “Guhuhuhuhuys nohohoho!”

They’re in a misshapen heap on the floor, the lot of them. Shoji is laying back with Midoriya pulled against his chest, holding him now at wrist and elbow to keep his arms up. His third set of arms appear lower, pinching around the backs of Izuku’s lower ribs. Denki has a wild grin on his face as he reaches in and tickles under his arms. Kirishima has a rock-solid grip on one of Deku’s ankles and is tickling away at his undocked foot. Mina and Ochaco are struggling with the other leg, squeezing at his knee and calf and occasionally down to his foot. They’re basically laying across him, trying to hold back the squealing, giggling, ticklish hero-in-training. 

Mina reaches up, frustrated with the amount of squirming his leg is doing, and pokes a few times into his stomach, near his bellybutton. Midoriya shouts out another cackling laugh. 

He’s practically hypnotized by the sight when Katsuki hears. “Kacchahahan heheheheheehe- hehehehehelp!”

Bakugo smirks then, finding his footing again. “Heh, oh you know I’m gonna help.” 

“Nononononono! Wahahahait!” Deku cackles in protest as Katsuki approaches the pile of students on the floor with an eager, mildly evil grin on his face. With a crack of his knuckles, Kacchan takes his place at Izuku’s side with wiggling fingers.

…

“Alright, seriously, what’s wrong with you?” 

Izuku’s forehead wrinkles in concern. “What are you talking about?” 

“Come on, you always come at problems with a smile on your face. You’re scowling right now.”

Izuku softens. “I’m just taking the assignment seriously.”

“I’m serious too. Don’t make me make you.” 

Midoriya turned to look at him, frustrated with wide eyes. “Make me what?” 

“Smile.” Katsuki replied as though it was obvious.

“What, are you gonna tell me a joke? Come on Kacchan, seriously, we have a time limit to get this done.” 

“Oh I know. Won’t take long.” He flexes his fingers and reaches out toward Midoriya, who flinches with a familiar jolt of recognition. 

“Wait…Kacchan, y-you don’t mean—”

Bakugo smirks at him and pushes in closer, bringing hands in to connect with Izuku’s sides. They tickle and poke and prod into the sensitive muscle there, and Deku can’t do much other than fold. He wheezes out a laugh as he crumbles inward from the tickling. 

Bakugo follows with ease. “See, there it is!” 

“Ahaha- Kacchahahahahan! Quihihihit it! Nohohoho—” Midoriya gasps through his surprised laughter. His eyes are squeezed shut tightly as he contorts in on himself; he wears a red blush high on his cheeks and a wide grin on his face. 

“See? Easy.” Katsuki backs off a few long seconds later, reaching a hand down to help Deku up. “Alright, now that that’s settled, let’s win this.” 

“W-why… did you.?” Izuku whines with a giggle.

“Oh come on, you know you plan better when you’re smiling and not all in your head.” Bakugo offers as though it’s an obvious answer. “Now what’re you thinking?” 

“Oh, heh- well, uh.. thanks then? I guess.” Izuku shrugs, blush still pink on his cheeks. “Anyway, what I was thinking was we could—” And as he continued explaining, they could both tell Bakugo had been right.

…

Izuku’s mind is so wrapped up in his current thoughts that he almost smacks right into Bakugo in the middle of the hall, stopping short when he hears. “Hey, nerd. What’s eating at you?”

“What?” Midoriya blinks, looks up.

“You’re walking around with a scowl on your face.” Bakugo observes. “Trying to copy my look?” 

“Huh? No, of course not Kacchan. I was just…” Midoriya deflates a little. “Thinking about stuff.” 

“Well, then do it with a smile on your face like you usually do!”

“Wha-” Izuku stops, turning to look at him. Just then, Katsuki reaches out to tweak his side. Izuku squeals, choking back a sudden laugh. “Hey!” 

“There. That’s better.” Bakugo shrugs with a sly grin. “Much more like you.” 

“Kacchan, what are you—”

“Hey.” Another squeeze to his side and Izuku squawks. “You wipe that stupid smile off your face and I’ll really get you, got it?” 

“Wha?” Izuku blushes, his smile morphing into a nervous grin.

“I’m serious.”

Izuku continues to smile as Katsuki walks on by, both unaware of the flutter of butterflies in the other’s stomach from the interaction.

…

On the first free evening of the weekend, Midoriya and Bakugo find themselves watching an old All Might film, cozy on their respective ends of the couch in the dorm. The movie is loud. The smell of fresh popcorn hangs in the air. Izuku sniffles slightly on the other end of the couch—

“Oi, what are you crying about over there?”

“T-This is a really sad part..” 

“Okay, first of all, it’s a movie.” Bakugo rolls his eyes, kneeing his own leg into Izuku’s. “Plus, it’s an All Might movie! He’s always smiling even if shit’s sad, don’t you wanna make that part of your hero schtick too?” Kacchan teases, nudging more at Izuku’s foot that is draped toward him across the cushions. He gets an idea. 

Smirking, Katsuki reaches over and grabs onto Midoriya’s ankle, towing it in a little closer.

“H-Hey, what are you doing?” Izuku’s eyes flicker from Kacchan’s wrist to his face. He wipes the tears from his cheek as a nervous smile grows on his face.

“Cheering you up, nerd.” Katsuki smirks back at him. “You’re welcome.” 

Izuku crumbles into giggles right away. “Wait! Kacchahahaha- nohohohoho! We’re gonna mihihihiss the moviehehehehehee!”

“Relax, we can rewind.” 

“Nahahahaha Kacchan! Eheheehehee quihihihihit it!” Deku pleads through his soft giggling as Bakugo scratches gently up and down the trapped sole of his foot. 

“You done crying?” 

“Yehehehehehes!” 

“Good.” Katsuki pats his foot twice and then releases him.

“Ehehe- my foot’s all tihihingly now.” Midoriya whines, rubbing his sole against the couch. 

“Here, let me—”

“—No! You’ve helped enough!” Izuku cuts him off with a panicked little laugh. 

“Shut up, nerd. I won’t tickle you.” 

“I hehehe- I don’t know if yohohou can help it.” 

Bakugo stops, raising an eyebrow at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Ehehe- nothing.” Izuku giggles, blushing. “Just- you’ve been tickling me a lot more lately, and—”

Bakugo cuts him off with a scoff, a blush rising on his face before he mumbles out. “Not my fault you’re so ticklish..”

“It’s alright I… I don’t mind that much.” Izuku holds his hands up defensively with a smile, the movie long forgotten. “And it’s been- you’ve been kinda… almost sweet about it lately, too, ya know?” 

“—What?” Katsuki scoffs. “Shut up!”

“Like, every time, you said it’s because you’re trying to get me to smile or something..” Izuku continues bashfully. 

Katsuki holds a stare for as long as he can before he ducks his head with his own warm blush. His legs fidget and squirm along the couch, until Izuku pushes his foot against Bakugo’s knee and grounds him. 

“Don’t get all sappy on me, idiot.” Katsuki protests, but his voice is soft, quiet. A few beats of blushing silence follow before he continues. “We missed like 15 minutes of the movie, where’s the remote anyway?” 

“I think I might’ve kicked it off…oops.” Izuku laughs before leaning over the edge of the couch to look for it. 

Bakugo watches him, fond expression hidden as Midoriya looks under the couch. He knows he’ll probably get the urge to see the nerd smile again soon.

[intheticklecloset]

You Mean More (My Hero Academia)

One Shot

Summary: Bakugou promised Todoroki to spend time with him on the last day of summer break. The problem is he's forgotten that, and now Todoroki is acting out.

A/N: Definitely more angsty than I tend to write, but I had a good time exploring these characters in a different way, and I think it turned out really well. I wrote this for @giggly-squiggily after one of our many wonderful conversations! I hope you enjoy this slightly different take on my usual TodoBaku. 💖

Word Count: 2222

Warning/Disclaimer: Angst, mostly a comfort fic with some tickles involved

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Whump!

Bakugou sputtered as the pillow connected with his face, making him drop his phone in his lap and blink back into the real world, where Todoroki stood with one hand on his hip and the other gripping the corner of said cushion.

“The hell was that for, icy-hot?!” he snapped.

Todoroki shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you’ve forgotten something.”

He made to swing the pillow again, but this time the blonde was ready. He protected himself with an arm and then knocked the soft weapon away entirely. A quick glance at his phone screen told him his character had died in battle.

Bakugou growled and closed out of the game. “Forgotten what?”

“‘Forgotten what?’” Todoroki mimicked in a purposely mocking voice that annoyed the blonde to no end. “You always do this. It’s the last day of summer break! Weren’t you going to do something with me today, hothead?”

Okay, so Todoroki was clearly in an interesting mood. Irritated because of the mocking but still using the affectionate ‘hothead’ nickname? Bakugou frowned.

“Just remind me. You don’t need to hit me in the face with a pillow, especially in the middle of a game.”

Todoroki glanced at the phone still in his boyfriend’s hand, then huffed. “Would you like me to role play as your emperor? Would that get your attention?” Then, before Bakugou could protest, he jumped right to it, straightening imperiously and looking very much like his father for a brief moment. Not that the blonde was stupid enough to say so out loud. “You, peasant! I demand that you serve me. Keep the promise you made at the beginning of the week!”

Bakugou clenched his fists, breathing through his nose in an effort to stay in control of his temper, which was quickly rearing its head at the way Todoroki was acting right now. “What promise?”

“You’ve forgotten again? Bah!” Todoroki turned on his heel and strode away a few paces. “I’ve no need of a useless boyfriend like you.”

At this point, Bakugou got to his feet. “Hey! Cut the attitude. Just tell me what you—”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you liked being bossed around like a servant.” Todoroki gave him a glance that was both angry and hurt. “Since you spend so much time on that game you’ve forgotten me entirely this week.”

Bakugou opened his mouth to retort, but found that he couldn’t. All of a sudden he felt a stab of guilt. He glanced at the calendar on the wall, noticing that it was indeed the last day of summer break, and what had they done together? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t know that he’d even seen much of Todoroki this week, let alone actually spent time with him.

He let out a resigned breath. “Shit.”

“Truly, a word of great wisdom,” Todoroki muttered, but he deflated a little as well.

“I’m sorry, icy-hot. It’s just…this game—”

He realized it was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left his mouth. Todoroki looked like a kicked puppy for a brief instant, but then his eyes glazed over with a coldness that could rival his tallest ice wall.

“Don’t bother. Your emperor clearly means more to you than me.”

Bakugou clenched his fists again. “Icy-hot. You’re not going to like where that sass of yours is gonna take you.”

Todoroki gave him the most deadpan expression he could muster and monotoned, “Oh, no. Please. Don’t take me anywhere. I would hate that.”

“All right, you asked for it!”

Bakugou lunged for him, and though it was obvious Todoroki had been trying to get any kind of attention from him, he was surprised that his boyfriend actually fought back, dodging his attempt to grab him as deftly as a ninja.

“You want me?” Todoroki spat, still looking both hurt and angry at the same time. His voice wobbled a bit on the last two words: “Prove it.”

Challenge accepted.

For a few minutes the two of them tussled – Bakugou trying to grab at him and Todoroki dodging out of the way, literally dancing circles around the blonde, which only got him more fired up. Soon the grabs turned into actual attempts to land a blow, which then turned to them all-out sparring in the middle of the room. How they both resisted the urge to use their quirks was beyond Bakugou.

Still, when the blonde was determined to do something, he did it. At last, he managed to grab a fistful of Todoroki’s shirt, at which point he promptly threw him to the ground. Todoroki tried to punch and kick him away, but his boyfriend merely snatched up his wrists and pinned them out at his sides, throwing one leg over to half-straddle, half-lay on his legs to keep him from thrashing, and finally – finally – the icy-hot boy stopped fighting.

“Do I have your attention now?” he asked as he caught his breath, panting from the exertion.

Bakugou grunted. “Hell yeah, you do. And you know what? I still don’t like your attitude.”

“Oh, poor baby.”

The blonde gripped his wrists hard enough to make him wince. “If you weren’t my boyfriend, I’d pound your ass into the ground.”

Todoroki snorted. “I’m your boyfriend? Could have fooled me.”

“But since you are,” Bakugou continued as if he hadn’t heard him, “I’m going to give you a different attitude check.”

The icy-hot boy opened his mouth to say something more, but he was cut off by his own loud gasp when he felt a finger swipe down the arch of his foot.

Todoroki lifted his head to look at the blonde, who was giving him a wicked look that he knew meant only one thing was coming. He yelped, “Wait!”

“Wait? Fuck no! Not after all that,” Bakugou snapped, releasing his pinned arms to dive for his feet, ripping off the socks and going all-out on his bare soles.

Todoroki let out a scream, immediately bursting into uncontrollable laughter as he flailed his arms and cried, “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! KAHAHAHAHAHATSUKI DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!!”

“What’s that? My first name? Must be doing something right,” Bakugou half-teased, half-growled, locking both of his partner’s feet in a headlock and scratching ruthlessly at his arches, his heels, his toes. “I’m gonna tickle that sass right outta you, icy-hot.”

“NONONONO!! KAHAHAHAHAHATSUKI!! DOHOHOHOHON’T TIHIHIHIHICKLE ME!! I’M MAHAHAHAHAHAD AT YOU!!”

“Yeah, I got that. But until you can talk to me without being snarky, you’re getting my full tickle torture treatment.” Bakugou reared his head back when one of Todoroki’s feet tried kicking him in the face. He growled and pinned his ankles down to straddle them, then went crazy tickling both of his worst spots at once, enjoying the screeching laughter he got for his efforts as he usually did, even though a part of him was still annoyed by the whole situation.

Todoroki flailed and bucked and laughed and rolled from side to side in ticklish agony, but despite all of his efforts, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. A part of him had known he’d get stuck in this situation if he pressed Bakugou too hard, but really, what else was he supposed to do? Trying to get his own boyfriend’s attention was as difficult as trying to defeat Shigaraki sometimes!

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE KATSUKI!! STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!”

“Well done. Saying ‘please’ is a good first step. Now, will you promise to talk this out with me like a civilized human being?” Bakugou asked in a teasingly reasonable tone.

“WHOHOHOHO ARE YOU AND WHAHAHAHAHAT HAVE YOU DOHOHOHOHONE TO BAHAHAHAKUGOU?!”

The blonde wordlessly pulled back his two biggest toes to scratch ruthlessly at the hypersensitive spots on the icy-hot boy’s arches, and Todoroki instantly lost what was left of his mind – and his resolve.

“SHIT OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!! OKAY OKAY I’LL TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALK!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!! PLEASE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!”

Finally Bakugou ceased his attack, allowing Todoroki to melt into the ground and gasp for breath, cheeks pink and eyes misty and giggling out leftovers.

Then the blonde braced himself on either side of his partner’s shoulders, looming into his field of vision. “Out with it. Nicely.”

Despite everything, Todoroki still managed to summon a sad look when he asked, “Do you really not remember?”

Bakugou frowned, shifting as though about to strike again. “Icy-hot—”

“You said you’d cuddle me!” Todoroki cried, his voice coming out whinier than he probably meant it to, since he took a moment to clear his throat before trying again. “All summer break you wanted your space. I guess you wanted to play your game, and I get that you’re not clingy like me, I really do. But – but you keep telling me that if I ever really need them, I’m always allowed to ask you for cuddles, and at the beginning of the week you promised to save this day for an anime marathon and cuddling on the couch together, but then every time you promise something like that you forget, and—”

Bakugou’s eyes widened as the memory hit him out of nowhere, and suddenly all of Todoroki’s nagging and attitude made sense, as did the first tears spilling down his cheeks.

“I’m just so tired of competing with a stupid video game,” his boyfriend finished weakly, the last words rising up into a sob as more tears came to his eyes.

“Fuck,” Bakugou whispered, panic welling up inside him. He’d done it again. He was the worst! How had Todoroki put up with this shit for so long? He should have left him forever ago for pulling this stunt over and over again. Because he was right – it wasn’t the first time.

Todoroki rolled onto his side, and despite his looming position, Bakugou allowed him to do so. But he wasn’t going to let him cry without saying something. No way.

“God, I’m sorry, Shoto,” Bakugou said, and he was surprised how much it hurt to say it. He shouldn’t have had to say it. He should have been a better boyfriend and kept his promises from the start. He should never have put either of them in this position. “You’re right. I’ve been way too focused on shit that doesn’t matter. You’re so much more important to me than some dumb video game. I should have been better about proving it.”

At this point, Todoroki took in a shuddering breath and covered his face. “I’m sorry for being so clingy. I know it’s not normal to want to cuddle so much—”

“Nope! Stopping you right there.” Bakugou gently grabbed his shoulder and forced him onto his back again so that he’d have to look up and make eye contact. “Fuck normal. This is your normal. Wanting affection isn’t a bad thing. I’m just shit at making it happen for you. But I swear on All Might – on all the pro heroes in the entire world – I’m changing that right now.”

Todoroki didn’t reply, but the look in his eyes was clear: I don’t believe you. You’ve said that so many times and never followed through.

With a sudden determination, Bakugou pushed to his feet and strode back to where his phone now lay on the ground, picking it up and opening the lockscreen on his way back to his partner.

He went to his home screen.

He held down his thumb so the icons would start to bounce.

He clicked the X on the game he’d just been playing.

“Wait—!” Todoroki reached out as if to stop him, but Bakugou swiftly moved out of his range and followed through, deleting the app and all of this week’s progress in one tiny tap.

Utter silence descended.

Bakugou tossed his phone aside and reached out to cup Todoroki’s scarred cheek. “You mean more.”

Todoroki’s face crumpled as a fresh round of tears overtook him, and Bakugou wrapped his arms around him and held him to his chest, hugging him as closely and as tightly as he could manage.

A few minutes later, Todoroki finally stopped crying and took a deep breath to calm himself. “You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured. “I just wanted to be with you.”

“You’re my emperor,” the blonde returned in just as soft a tone. “Not some cheapass CGI character."

Todoroki snorted out a laugh, and the sound of it made Bakugou’s spirits lift. “Cheesy.”

“Not as cheesy as that anime you wanted to watch. What was it? Kaguya-sama?”

“Love is war,” Todoroki confirmed. “Which honestly, kind of suits us, doesn’t it?”

“I do like sparring with you.”

“And wrestling.”

“And being pinned down?” Bakugou teased, smirking at the blush that rose up in response. “And tickled out of your mind?”

Todoroki giggled a little, pushing at his chest. “Shut up.”

“Oh, that’s right. You like tickling me out of my mind even more.”

“Shut up!”

Bakugou chuckled and tilted his chin up so they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “I can’t decide if I want to kiss you, or squeeze you, or wrap you up in a blanket burrito, or tickle you again because – god – your laugh.”

This time it was the exact right thing to say. Todoroki’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he shifted in Bakugou’s lap a little as he seemed to formulate a response.

“Maybe…” he said tentatively, “all of the above?”

Bakugou started by kissing him.

[kanene-yaaay]

I am simply OBSESSED with the panel where Hero is just listening the "thump thump thump" w his expression like :) "I wonder what that sound is" MAH MAN RUN FOR UR LIFE

Top ten pics taken before a tragedy ajvwugshvshvsjs

Aaaaa I absolutely LUV the playful vibes from this comic. It's all so silly and lovely! Kel looking at Hero and choosing VIOLENCE and Hero's smiling face and Kel's tease and aaaaaaaaaaa ❤️💘❤️💙💜🖤💚💜💞🤍🖤💜❣️🤍🤎🤍💟🤎💜🖤💚💘💞🤍💛💛💛

Day 12 - Surprise

“Haha! Crack that smile, Hero!”

[gaybananabread]

Could I get lee!dabi and ler!hawks for day 28? <3

TickleTober Day 28 - Spooked

~Ehehe my bois! These two will always be one of my favorite ships to write; it’s so fun with their dialogue! Been a hot sec, so I’m sticking to the character attributes I remember. Dabi’s got his black hair and patchwork chest, and Hawks has his wings. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Summary: Dabi decides to spook his boyfriend with a “harmless” prank. Hawks doesn’t appreciate his sense of humor, teaching the crispy-fried villain a lesson he won’t soon forget.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“I’m home, Dabs!” Hawks bumped his hip against the janky door of the villain’s apartment, sighing as it stuck once again. He’d really have to get on his ass about moving in with him…

“Uh…why’s it so dark?” The winged hero felt like he was talking to himself as he looked around, fumbling for the light switch. It was in such a weird place; he could never find it, and that was with the lights on.

A thump sounded from Dabi’s room, making Hawks’s eyes narrow. That wasn’t normal…

Two feathers came off his wings, hovering beside him as he slowly approached the door. He was in full hero-mode, the familiar feeling of adrenaline creeping into his veins almost putting him at ease.

When he reached the door, he sent the feathers towards the thumping noise, only to find them…sticking out of the top of a Roomba. A very sad and confused little Roomba that kept bumping into the wall, hence the thumping.

“What the fu-”

“AAAUGH!”

Hawks let out his own scream at the deep-throated howl that came from behind him, whirling around to strike the offender. His wrist was easily caught, though instead of a bullet to the ribs or stab to the heart, he was met by the cheeky grin of his boyfriend.

“Ha! Holy fuckin’ shit, birdy! I didn’t think it’d get you that bad!” Dabi’s teeth were showing in an uncharacteristically gleeful smile, his eyes glowing with amusement. “Thought you hero types were supposed to be brave and all that.”

“You…” The blonde’s brain took a moment to catch up, the adrenaline in his system still addling his thoughts. Dabi had turned out the lights, set the Roomba, and… “You asshole! What if I’d stabbed you?!”

“But you didn’t. Actually, you stabbed the Roomba. Poor lil’ guy.” Dabi nudged the thing with his foot, watching as it shifted back and forth on the carpet. Hawks had definitely damaged it, but hadn’t completely broken it. It was just stuck in a sad little shuffle.

“I didn’t mean to- since when did you have a Roomba?” Hawks asked incredulously, looking around the apartment. The floor was kinda clean for once, save for the random shirt or sock here and there.

“Found it.” Dabi snickered at the look that earned him. “What, the guy was a dick! He was scammin’ people the whole morning.”

“Damn it, Dabi,” Hawks sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. No matter how terrible of a person the guy was, he shouldn’t have been stolen from. Unfortunately, the machine wasn’t exactly in peak condition anymore. “Can’t really return it now…”

“Oh no, so sad.” Dabi’s monotone snark really let Hawks know he regretted his actions. Not. “You should’ve seen your face, Keigo. Adorable~”

“Proud of yourself, are you?” Hawks’s voice dropped an octave, making Dabi’s grin falter slightly. Maybe he’d gone a little far, but…well, he really didn’t regret it. It was fun as hell to spook him.

“Yep. I always knew you were a chicken~”

Oho, that’s it, you shithead!

Hawks lunged at his boyfriend, making the man jump back. He landed on his bed, the bird quickly jumping down on top of him. After a quick tousle, the winged hero had him pinned, a dangerously playful glare on his face.

“Damn! You really are an adrenaline junkie, ain’t ya?” Dabi smirked up at him, puffing his chest out a bit. Even when he was stuck beneath someone, he managed to dominate the situation.

“Shut up.” The tone of his lover’s voice immediately shut him up, leaving the burnt boy blinking in surprise. Hawks shifted, forcing the man’s arms above his head. “You like laughing at me so much? Try laughing at yourself.”

“H-hey, Keigo, wait a min- GRK!” Dabi jolted as the winged hero targeted his navel, immediately attacking the unburned area that he knew damn well was ticklish as hell. The man lasted a grand total of five seconds before he broke.

“FUHUHUCK YOUHUHUHU!” The villain thrashed and tugged on his arms, trying to get free of his boyfriend’s evil grip. He was really regretting wearing such a thin shirt…

“We could’ve just cuddled when I got home, but noooo. Someone had to be a little asshole and scare me.” Hawks didn’t stop the scolding as he tickled him, leaning in so the ravenette could hear him over his own laughter. “You brought this on yourself.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” His taunt stomach quivered as he laughed, sure to be sore later during training. He really didn’t have a good comeback for the man; he wasn’t wrong, but there was no way Dabi was gonna admit it.

“No thanks. You learn best when you’re forced to.”

A thought popped into Hawks’s mind, making him smirk. Teaching him was a good idea, actually. He lifted his hand from the man’s stomach, instead sending two feathers to trace along his collarbones. Dabi’s unruly laughter slowly died down to airy giggles at the tactic change, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m gonna ask you some questions, babe. Try not to get them wrong.” Hawks flexed his fingers menacingly before speaking again, the feathers never stopping their gentle teasing. “Is it okay to steal from someone, even if they’re being a dick?”

“I-ihihin the rihight cihircumstahance, yeheah.” Dabi answered with his honest opinion, knowing it would piss the bird boy off. He was digging his own grave, but he was doing it with style. At least, he felt like he was.

“Bzzzt! Wrong, jackass. The correct answer was ‘No, beautiful, it’s not.’” Hawks dug his fingers back in as he made the buzzer noise, giving Dabi’s navel a good knead.

“C-COHOHOCKY BAHASTAHARD!” Dabi arched his back off the bed, though he was quickly pushed back down by Hawks’s elbow. He really wasn’t playing around…

After a nice two-minute penalty, Hawks tried asking a different question. “Let’s try this one. Is it okay to scare the living daylights out of our boyfriends who take down bad guys for a living?”

Dabi bit his lip as he giggled, panting slightly. It would be in his best interest to answer wisely, but… Well, Hawks didn’t lose control often. He wanted to see what would happen if he pushed that little bit too far.

“Hehell yeah. Ehespecially whehen thehey’re adohohorable lihittle chihicken- GYAAAAHAHAHA!”

The smug retort was cut off by a loud and ridiculous sound. Hawks blew a raspberry – a fucking raspberry – on his navel, nearly sending the burnt man into silent laughter. Curse his damn sensitivity!

Just to really make sure the lesson made it through his boyfriend’s thick head, Hawks blew a few more little ones across his stomach. By the time he was done, the unburned crests of Dabi’s cheeks were practically glowing with a blush, his eyes half-lidded. Hawks thought it was beautiful, taking a mental snapshot.

“One more chance.” The feathers resumed their tracing, swooping across the spent man’s collarbones once again. The sleepy giggles nearly made Hawks melt, but he held strong. “Was it a good idea to scare me like that, especially when you had to steal to do it?”

“N-nohohoho…” Dabi’s resolve had been thoroughly broken, his weary body lying still as the feather grazed across his skin. It was actually sort of relaxing, the soft compared to the rough.

“There ya go. Good job,” Hawks cooed, petting his exhausted boyfriend’s head as he settled down. If he were fully awake, Dabi would no doubt be taking his revenge; he wasn’t, though, his clingy side showing with the grogginess.

Dabi wrapped his arms loosely around Hawks as the man lied down, nuzzling his face into his soft hair. It smelled faintly of his vanilla shampoo, though he was much too tired to tease him about the scent. Instead, he sighed and closed his eyes, letting the warmth of his lover seep into his bones. A moment later, he felt Hawks’s wings extend, draping over them like a weighted blanket. So tired…

“Love you, KFC…”

“Love you too, you burnt chicken nuggie.”

[lovelymessybubbly]

Art idea:

Izuku in Sir Nighteye's tickle machine.

yes, great idea !!! i had been wanting to illustrate a ticklish hero being punished in this anyways ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟ ♡ and izuku-kyun is super cute when he is hysterical.

i guess he must have said something that was not deemed in good spirits. poor, ticklish izuku-kun !!! ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡

[gingerlee-holds]

I feel bad for popping a request in ☠ anyway

If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,

Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)

oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong

i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-

the reader is sorta a brat lol

Like Poetry

Words: 2,334 Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!

You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town. 

You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.

Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people. 

You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.

“Hi!” you said chipperly. 

He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”

Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”

You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal. 

“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.

You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”

“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”

The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”

You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile. 

“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.” 

“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.

“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away. 

You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again. 

But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”

“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.

He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”

Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’ 

You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself. 

“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it. 

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.

“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were. 

“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter. 

“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.

You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy. 

“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table. 

Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”

“Yes.”

“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”

Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening. 

“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them. 

He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!

“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.

“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”

Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.

Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail. 

You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different. 

“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.

“For the tea?”

“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly. 

“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement. 

You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.” 

Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience. 

Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully. 

“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!” 

“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness. 

Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”

“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”

You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”

With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”

With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles. 

Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”

“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.

And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs. 

[kanene-yaaay]

^^^^ me trying to recover after reading one of the SWEETEST and CUTEST stories (imagines?) to ever exist because hooooly GOSH the amount of PRECIOUSNESS that exist in this post is simply gigantic and impossible to describe in words!!

I mean! First of all the playful scenario and joyful vibes from here are absolutely LOVELY!!! And the soft, gentle tickling also transformed my heart in a happy puddle on the floor oh my goooooosh ♡♡♡ The way that every character had their silly moment under the spotlight! And their fair share of tickles too (Aubrey I am looking at u. U are on thin ice ahcadxwggwhvw

"Cold Hands and Polaroids"

an Omori tickle imagine !!

word count: 1,614

a/n: wasn't sure what to call this so I just chose imagine!! (props 2 snicker doodles for that one tyyy) I've had this sitting around for a while and even drew the Polaroid photo which I'll post later!! Anyway I hope y'all like it :D Apologies if the format is odd. Also this is pre-trauma but I still use he/they for Basil bc personal hc !!

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-Kel has cold hands when everyone comes inside Sunny's house after being out during the fall and complains about it. And then without thinking lunges toward Hero and slides his hands under his sweater as he takes his coat off, and Hero yelps out a laugh and nearly falls over

-Aubrey watches with a semi-annoyed expression while Hero lets out wheezes and tries to fight Kel off (nearly falling over in the process), but then she looks at Mari who's next to her and gets a sly little grin that Mari immediately notices and steps away from.

-Except Aubrey just keeps that smile and lifts her hands up to wiggle her fingers and Mari is already in a fit of giggles (she can't take anticipation to save her live this girl....)

-Mari immediately freezes up on instinct and just slams her arms down and giggles as Aubrey pounces and gently kneads into her upper ribs, complaining that she's "Trying to warm up my hands, stop squirming!!"

-"Ihihi cahahan't! Aubrey! Ihihit tihickles!"

-(It's almost impossible to properly fluster Mari but catching her off guard is a very good method)

-Basil and Sunny are just watching as they had both headed towards the sofa after taking their coats and stuff off

-Basil is mildly amused and considers taking out their camera

-However when he turns to reach for it and catches Sunny's expression he stops

-They can't stop the nervous grin that his lips wobble into because while it would not be obvious to basically anyone other than Basil and Mari, Sunny's got a soft smile and his eyes are playful

-"W-wait, Sunny dohon't-"

-He tilts his head innocently, because he hasn't even done anything yet but Basil is already tittering, they can't help it

-Plus they can see Sunny raising his curled fingers as slow as possible because he's a menace, and Basil scoots back until his back hits the arm of the sofa

-They bring their knees up instinctively, trying to gently nudge Sunny away with their arms and feet while giggling and going "Nohoho! Dohon't!"

-Meanwhile Aubrey has stopped tickling Mari and they've taken their coats off and stuff, and have walked over to the sofa, catching the sight of the other two and smiling at each other

-Meanwhile x2 Kel is cackling while he's slung over Hero's shoulder, and Hero is scribbling over his sides and lower back while carrying him over to the sofa. He should know better than to challenge his older brother, because Hero always wins

-He gently plops a manically-giggling Kel onto the other end of the sofa, where he curls up to get out the rest of his after-giggles

-Sunny keeps wiggling his fingers closer and closer to Basil and the poor kid's cheeks are already so flushed from the anticipation and his giggling

-They can't even make eye contact with Sunny because those playful eyes make the butterflies in his stomach even worse

-Sunny gently but firmly moves Basil's legs out of the way, which Basil is already too hyped up to stop, and he pounces quickly, scribbling underneath their baggy sweater onto their sides and stomach

-(Except their stomach is Basil's worst spot. Also they are ridiculously ticklish, by far the worst in the group, but he prefers softer stuff)

-Basil immediately falls into high pitched laughter and giggles, his legs subconsciously kicking into the sofa as he puts his hands on Sunny's shoulders to steady themself

-And then suddenly they hear a click, and both turn to look as Sunny slows down his gentle tickling even more

-They see Mari holding Basil's camera, giggling as his face somehow gets even more red, and she takes the photo from its slot, smiling down at it

-"Sorry, but you two just looked so cute! Plus Sunny hardly ever tickles anyone."

-Hero goes "I guess you're the special exception, huh Basil?" With his kind smile and it's Sunny's turn to blush, his ears turning red

-He gives a few squeezes to Basil's lower tummy and they let out a yelp, going right back into a giggle-fit

-Then Sunny crawls back, the small smile on his face just a tiny bit bigger now despite his ears being flushed

-Except Sunny isn't out of the woods yet

-Basil giggles again, this time not because of the tickling but because of something behind Sunny, and he turns to see Mari quickly bringing her hands down and behind her back (very not-subtly)

-She gives him a sheepish smile and shrugs, and he bites back a nervous little smile before suddenly there's a weight pushing him down onto his back on the sofa and he turns to see Aubrey over him, a giggling Basil behind her

-"How dare you bully our poor Basil like that!"

-Kel, who has since recovered, chimes in with "Yeah!! Plus you're the only one who hasn't been tickled yet!!"

-(They forgot about Aubrey but she'll get got later it's fine)

-Mari perks up, turning to Hero and going "C'mon, we should start making lunch for everyone! Let's go–" and interlaces their fingers, silently relishing in how Hero's cheeks immediately dust pink

-She swiftly walks over and hands Basil his camera and the photo, giving them a little grin and whispering, "Incase you want to catch anything."

-Then she quickly walks into the kitchen, dragging a still slightly blushing Hero behind her

-But Basil gently sets their camera down on the little table next to the couch, since they already know Sunny isn't a huge fan of photos and he gets embarrassed by the tickling

-Then Basil peers over Aubrey's shoulder as she's now sitting on Sunny's hips, pinning him to the soft sofa (she's not too heavy and makes sure to make it so that he can escape if he really needs)

-They throw him a slightly apologetic but amused smile, and they giggle again when Sunny tries to glare at them (it holds no real malice)

-Sunny is obviously lying on his back, and he peers up to see Kel sitting on the other side of him with a borderline evil grin, butterflies filling his stomach as he squirms a bit

-He looks back up at Aubrey, trying his best not to think about how close she is because he most definitely does not have a little crush on her at all

-He's still very much flushed, color coming to his cheeks as Aubrey goes, "Iiiiiiiii've... gotcha!" and slips her hands slightly under his hoodie, tracing her fingers over his lower stomach and the place where his back meets his sides

-Its clear to all of them that he's trying his hardest not to squirm from the teasy tickles, bringing his hands up to cover his face as a wobbly little smile grows

-He also does this thing where he puffs his cheeks out in an effort not to laugh, squinting his eyes and wiggling around as much as he can at first

-Except Aubrey already knows what to do to get him to laugh

-Aubrey smiles down at Sunny, continuing her soft tracing and honing in on the back-sides spot because it's one of his more ticklish ones

-"Awww, you're so cute Sunny! Does it tickle?~"

-Sunny quietly giggles out, "No, dohon't!"

-"Don't what? I'm not doing anything!" She giggles, and then follows up with "Tickle tickle tickle~"

-That makes the butterflies so much worse

-"Nohoho! Shuhut up-"

-They are literally the only ones who could get this response out of Sunny and it always makes all of their hearts swell

-"Hey, that's not very nice!" Kel chimes in, and reached over to scitter his nails really gently over Sunny's neck and under his chin, making him giggle a little more and scrunch up, letting out more quiet "Mmm- nohohoho-" and whines of "protest"

-"D'aww, I love your little laughs! Does this tickle, this spot right here?" (dear god that tease GETS him)

-Again, Aubrey holds the place as second best tickle teaser

-Sunny's cheeks are definitely all flushed now, he's wiggling helplessly and trying his hardest not to push them away

-His arms are glued to his sides with his hands covering his face, quiet laughter muffled behind them

-Aubrey is still gently dragging her finger tips all around his sides and around his lower ribs, as Kel tickles his neck and under his chin, which actually gets him to snort a bit and they all light up at that

-They start to let up, and Aubrey climbs off of Sunny, letting him curl up to protect his spots as he finally uncovers his face slightly, showing his pink cheeks and happy smile

-Basil scoots next to him and goes "You ok?" And Sunny just nods, letting out the rest of his silent laughs, his shoulders bouncing

-He avoids eye contact with all of them, feeling really flustered but not in a bad way as he pauses for a moment. They all know to give him some time, until he mutters "...That was fun..."

-Just then, coincidentally, Mari peaks her head from the kitchen and says lunch is ready

-Kel is already up and dashing to the kitchen, Aubrey perking up and shouting "Kel!! Don't eat everything!" before following suit (He responds with "First come first serve!!!")

-Basil stands up from the couch, offering their hand to a now sitting up Sunny, and he takes it quietly, the smile still on his face

-Basil giggles quietly, moving to grab his camera (and the photo) before squeezing Sunny's hand as they both make their way towards the kitchen, feeling more energized and happy

[allnightstay]

Day 13 - Win 🎖️

Summary: All Might tries to find a new way to motivate Midoriya who's falling behind in training.

Lee: Deku

Ler: All Might

Deku wiped the sweat from his brow as he caught his breath. His training with All Might had been intense lately, with every workout designed to push him beyond his limits. But no matter how hard he worked, he felt like his progress had plateaued, and the weight of self-doubt began creeping in.

All Might noticed Deku’s frustration. “Young Midoriya, I see you’ve hit a wall,” the towering hero said with his usual booming enthusiasm. “But fear not! I have just the thing to help you break through!”

Deku blinked, confused but curious. “A new training method, All Might?”

“Well, not quite.” All Might grinned mischievously, the kind of grin that Deku knew meant trouble. “You see, we need to lighten the mood a bit. So, if you don’t complete your tasks in today’s training… I’ll have to tickle you!”

Deku’s face turned as red as a tomato. “W-what?! Tickling??” He took a step back, horrified at the thought of being reduced to helpless laughter in front of his mentor.

“Exactly, my boy!” All Might declared with a hearty laugh. “Tickling can teach two valuable lessons: resilience and unpredictability. And there’s no escape from me! Consider it a win if manage to get through!” He struck a heroic pose, flexing his biceps dramatically.

Deku swallowed nervously. He knew All Might was serious—even when he was being ridiculous.

Deku tried his hardest to stay focused. He shot across the training course, using One For All to boost his jumps and dodging obstacles with precision. But as the minutes ticked on, his stamina started to falter. He stumbled on the last hurdle and landed face-first on the mat.

Panting, Deku rolled over and groaned. "I—I almost made it..."

"Almost isn't enough, young Midoriya!" All Might’s booming voice rang out. Before Deku could react, All Might was upon him. “You know the rules!”

“All Might, wait! No—”

But it was too late. All Might’s hands descended mercilessly, wiggling fingers into Deku’s sides. A startled giggle erupted from Deku’s mouth.

“N-nohoho! A-All Might, s-stahahap!” Deku squirmed desperately, trying to push his mentor’s hands away.

All Might chuckled as he easily pinned Deku in place, his fingers now dancing under Deku’s ribs. “What’s that, my boy? I can’t hear you over all that laughing!”

Deku twisted and thrashed, tears forming in his eyes from the relentless tickling. “I—ahhh! Hahahaha! Come ohohon!!” he gasped between helpless bursts of laughter.

“Then use your training! Find a way out! Show me you can win!” All Might encouraged, grinning ear to ear.

Through his giggles, Deku summoned every ounce of concentration he had. Using a burst of One For All, he managed to roll out from under All Might’s grip and sprang to his feet, panting but smiling.

“See?!” All Might beamed. “You’ve got more strength than you thought, young Midoriya!”

Deku collapsed onto the mat, still catching his breath but feeling lighter somehow—like the weight of his frustration had lifted. "I don't know if that was training or torture..." he muttered, wiping away tears of laughter.

All Might gave him a thumbs-up, grinning proudly. “Sometimes, young Midoriya, the path to greatness requires a little silliness. And if tickling is what it takes to get you back on track, so be it!”

Deku couldn’t help but laugh along with his mentor. "I guess... it worked, huh?"

"That's the spirit!" All Might clapped him on the back, almost knocking him over. "Now get ready—because next time, I'll be tickling even harder if you don't give it your all!"

Deku groaned, but the playful glint in his eyes said it all. Maybe this strange, ticklish punishment was exactly what he needed to stay motivated after all.

[kanene-yaaay]

RANDOM TICKLE HEADCANON TIME

Okay, this time is with Hero from OMORI because I just can’t stop thinking about it but please, please picture this with me:

Hero with a natural silent laughter.

No matter if the tickles are soft or rough his laughter only changes between quiet wheezes and silent crackling, which are only interrupted by quiet gasps, silly hiccups or an unexpected loud snort that immediately makes his entire face be set on fire. Mari loved to tickle him and then move like she was snatching something out of thin air just to smile and tease him with “Look! I caught Hero’s giggles! I got all of them and I am not giving it back~”, which only made Hero more flustered, more giggly and more quiet.

Also I picture him as someone who just LAYS there and TAKE IT while being tickled. Like, mah man will try to halfhearthedly push your hands away but without much heat because he is just so lost in giggles and blushes which makes his brain bluescreen and his ability to fight or flight be totally erased from this plane.

On the other hand Kel will fight and trash around with all his being as if he hates being tickled even tho he is usually very vocal about not minding at all any tickle fight (execpt w Hero because Hero is an EMBARASSING DORK who would tease him forever if he knew how much fond he is to their tickle fights) and it’s just because he !!!! has so much giddy energy when someone tickles him ! he can’t help it!!!

[funagonys-blog]

"Don't mock Captain Hero - a ticklish lesson for Kudo"

... and don't pull reckless stunts while fighting All For One's organization! These are the lessons Kudo, the second One For All holder, is learning the hard way.

I don't know much about Yoichi, Bruce and Kudo, so these interactions might be out of character in canon. However, I have read fanfictions where Yoichi, the first OFA holder, shows Captain Hero to Kudo and he often thinks it represents a parody of the hero genre. Also, in those fics he tends to find hero (an villains) monologues insufferables. On the other hand, I have read some fics where Kudo acts in a reckless and self-sacrificing way due to some issues. Consequently, I used all these elements to create this scenario inside the Void of One For All, where Kudo accidentally offends Captain Hero in front of Yoichi, who decides to punish him for this, with the help of Bruce, the third OFA user, who wants Kudo to pay for being a reckless sacrificing idiot and worrying both of them when they were alive.

In the end, I just wanted an excuse to draw the stony second OFA user laugh.

[amazingmsme]

No Harm, No Foul

AN: this got longer that I was expecting tbh, but I just couldn’t help myself! This one was so fun & playful to write, all the voices & the narrator are so silly, I love them so much! This game has such a grip on me, & there’s literally no fluffy fics for all that angst!

This is set during the prisoner arc, but that’s not really relevant, just provides a setting & some context. This is formatted a lil different from my other fics, as it’s written in second person to match the games style but to be clear, I still don’t write reader inserts & because of all the voices, I’m adding a color chart to help you know which voice is speaking, even if it’s not specified

Hero- red

Skeptic- blue

Smitten- pink

Contrarian- green

Broken- purple

& the Narrator’s lines are just naturally written in the descriptions. The princess responds normally

Hope this helps! Without further ado, here’s day 20!

You're on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path, is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess. You're here to slay her.

Except you didn't slay her. You both tried to escape, you had been so close, but this world refused to let you be together for too long.

You've lost count of how many times you've done this song and dance. Endless, it would seem. And now, thanks to your own poor decisions, you yourself are left in the basement, side by side with the embodiment of evil.

"Embodiment of evil? She hasn't so much as said a word in days," the voice of the Hero interrupted, before the voice of the Skeptic interrupted him.

"I'm pretty sure it's been longer."

They were your only company, seeing as the princess was so intent on ignoring you. You're not quite sure how much more time has passed, but you stroke a patch of moss on a nearby stone that wasn't there before.

"Watch it." It was the first words she'd spoken in what felt like forever. Her voice was deep and raspy from lack of use. She cleared her throat, sitting up as straight and dignified as ever.

"Sorry, I just hadn't noticed that before," you explained, pulling your hand back. She hummed as she noticed the small patch of color in the dull room.

"How nice," she said, scooting closer to pet the soft plant. You adverted your gaze as she got closer, unsure of where her boundaries still stood. You fiddled with the heavy lock around your neck, the thick metal digging into the tender skin.

She noticed your discomfort, staring with a blank expression as you tried to pull it away from your throat. Her eyes trailed from your chains to her own.

"It's not the most comfortable, is it?" she asked, startling you a bit.

"Um, no, it's not. But then again, I don't think they make chains with comfort in mind," you spoke in a deadpan tone. She barked out a sarcastic laugh, but there was enough sincerity there to make your... heart flutter? Are you really making me say this?

"She thinks we're funny! We made our darling precious angel laugh! And what a beautiful sound it was!" the voice of the Smitten rambled on in a lovesick tangent. But he made sure to shut up as soon as the princess opened her mouth.

"I didn't know you were funny," she sounded genuinely surprised, and honestly, so am I. That wasn't even a proper joke.

"Hey, are you saying we're not funny?" the Hero immediately went on the defensive.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

"The princess thinks we're funny," the Skeptic chimed in.

You just happen to share the same morbid sense of humor. She's laughing more at the situation than anything else.

You huff and the voices in your head grow quiet once more. Time drags on; the moss spreads, and cracks slowly crumble away the stone and brick. The princess occasionally breaks the silence with a rare comment or question. Sometimes, if you're lucky, she might even carry on a conversation.

It seemed now was one of those times.

"Y'know, you're molting again, and all these loose feathers really got me thinking. You wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?"

"What? You don't just ask someone that right out of the blue! No build up, no hints, no nothing!" the Hero began to panic as she continued speaking. Oh, so she wasn't even done yet.

"It would be kinda ironic, wouldn't it?" she continued with a smirk. She cocked her head to look at you expectantly. She cocked a brow when she didn't receive an answer. "Well?"

"Yeah, it would," you agreed, hoping it would be enough to suffice. But you are dealing with a cruel, calculating, and manipulative person, so of course that answer doesn't sate her appetite.

"Aw, a little shy, are we? After all this time?" she asked, her voice just a touch softer.

"Pretty sure anyone gets shy at that question," the Skeptic snapped defensively.

"Okay, you got me. Maybe a little. There, happy now?"

No, no! What are you doing? You just told her your greatest weakness!

"Hey, that is not our greatest weakness!" the Hero argued, sounding genuinely flustered.

Well it is now. Enjoy.

"Relax, he can't just do that," the Skeptic was quick to reassure him.

It took all but a second for this conversation to happen in your head. The princess is now smiling at you, scanning you up and down with a hungry gaze.

"Only a little? You wouldn't mind if  I tested that, would you?" she asked, her tone even, almost uninterested. But you could see the mischief dancing in her eyes. Finally, you're seeing her true, sadistic side shine through.

"Sadistic? Our darling simply wants to play! Haven't you ever heard of flirting before?" the Smitten chimed in. And okay, rude.

But I assure you, she's not flirting, it has to be some kind of power play. As soon as you let your guard down, she will kill you.

"Is... is boredom just a foreign concept to you?" the Hero asked. "If she wanted to kill us, I'm sure she'd have done it by now."

That's just what she wants you to think.

Her chains clanked together softly as she inched closer. You tensed, but hesitated to move away. That would make it too obvious, and her predatory instincts would surely kick in.

"I didn't hear a no," she hummed, shifting so she sat facing you.

"Shit, did we forget to answer her?" the Hero questioned, panic lacing his voice.

"So, where do you think we should start?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. She cocked her brow, a smirk tugging at her lips. It was the first time you'd seen her look even vaguely happy since you were locked down here.

"U-um..." you stuttered, struggling to think of a suitable answer.

"She can't expect us to choose! That's not fair!" the Hero complained.

"She's just trying to be considerate of our preferences," the Smitten justified.

"What? We don't have preferences! Not... not about this at least..."

"Dealers choice?" you answered lamely, the voices in your head offering no help in your decision. You froze when you heard her chuckle beside you, your feathers ruffled.

"Why do you look so tense? Relax, will you?" she prodded your side, hoping to get a reaction. You flinched away at the touch, the corners of your beaked mouth twitching upward in a short lived grin. "Aw, is that a smile?" she teased, poking the same spot, wiggling her finger a little and earning a stifled snicker.

Are you really just gonna let this happen? You're not gonna put up any kind of fight, whatsoever?

"I'm pretty sure she'll make us regret it if we even try to fight back. At least right now, she seems... playful."

"Maybe we should fight back and see what happens. Let her really go to town on lover boy, see how much he likes her then," the Contrarian spoke up for the first time in quite a while.

"I'd still love every second of it! Whatever makes our princess happy," the Smitten was unwavering in his adoration as always.

"No! Have you forgotten we all have to endure what she dishes out? I'd rather not piss her off," the Hero reasonably pointed out.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt long nails scratch under your chin, burying beneath the downy feathers. You let out a squawk of surprise, immediately scrunching your shoulders. Giggles bubble up your throat and you clamp a hand over your mouth, desperate to contain the embarrassing sounds.

"Excuse you, our laugh is rugged and handsome!" the Smitten proudly proclaimed.

"I can't reach your feet, mind helping me out?" she asked so nonchalantly it gave you whiplash. You instinctively curled your talons, tucking your legs closer to your chest.

"W-what did she just say?"

"Pft, yeah, like we're just gonna put our feet in her lap," the Skeptic scoffed.

"That's a great idea! She can barely reach us in those chains," the Smitten noticed, deciding to rectify this mistake by turning to face her, stretching your legs out.

"No, I just said we weren't gonna do that!"

"I don't know, maybe we should. She's gonna tickle us anyways," the Broken noted.

"Thanks," the princess smirked as she grabbed your ankle, scooting even closer. She grabbed one of your feathers off the stone floor, twirling it for you to see. Your leg jerked back reflexively at the sight. She chuckled as she traced up and down your foot, paying close attention to your reactions. She grabbed your talons and pulled them back, stretching out your feet as she sawed the feather between your toes.

You leaned against the wall, burying your face in your hands with a loud squawk of laughter. You tried to kick and squirm away, but she held onto your ankle, keeping you sufficiently trapped as soft giggles poured out of you. Your talons curled and twitched with each fluttery stroke, much to her amusement. She grabbed your other foot, wasting no time before giving it the same treatment.

"Wow, you're more ticklish than I thought. Now tell me, is it worse knowing that I'm using your own feathers?" she asked curiously, deciding to attack both feet simultaneously. You shrieked and arched your back, nodding instead of giving a verbal answer. You already had too much going on inside your head to reply.

"What? She can't be serious! Of course it makes it worse! She knows that!" the Hero protested, sounding flustered beyond belief and on the verge of giggles himself.

"She can't possibly know that, she's just trying to get a rise out of us," the Skeptic argued.

"Well it's working," the Hero whined.

"Hm, I wonder where else you're ticklish," she mused aloud, scanning your body up and down. She reached out, giving both knees an experimental squeeze.

Chains rattle as you jerk away with a loud laugh, surprising even you. Her shock quickly morphed to sadistic glee.

"Uh oh, looks like I found a bad spot," she taunted, dragging you back by the ankles. You sat there, completely frozen as she crawled towards you until it was too late and she latched onto your knees.

If you ask me, I'd say everywhere's a bad spot.

"That was uncalled for!"

"No one asked you!"

"Is it a crime to be sensitive?”

You wished they would all just shut up.

Between the chain on the wall and the princess in front of you, there was nowhere for you to go, and nothing for you to do except cackle and writhe on the ground.

But if you were being honest, it- wasn't the worst way to spend your time? You can't be serious! Please tell me you're joking.

"Well... at least now something's actually happening," the Hero sheepishly admitted.

"True. An eternity of silence is more torturous than whatever she can dish out," the Skeptic agreed.

"I can't even remember the last time we laughed. It's... kinda nice, if I'm being honest."

Okay, you know what? Fine. You win. You let her tickle you for however long she wants, which just so happens to feel like an eternity. She manages to find your most ticklish spots with ease, and even a few you weren't aware of. All the while, you continue to flail around uselessly and make the most humiliating noises you've ever heard. She loves to mock those sounds, pointing out the way you ruffle your feathers when flustered, or how you try to hide your face instead of fend her off.

Maybe she knows you like this? Probably, I mean, you're making it pretty obvious, aren't you?

"Okay, we get it!"

So I hope you enjoy this demise of your own making, because it won't be stopping anytime soon it would seem.

But like I said. You probably like that.

And she knows it.

[mushyblushyredhead]

Ticklish Tamaki, my beloved!! 🪶💜˚✧₊⁎ 。(*⁰▿⁰*)

[thebest-medicine]

Could I mabye get 40 with lee!bakugo and ler!kirishima? Mabye bakugo saying he doesn't like his laugh and stuff, I think it'd be cute :3 (love your acc and ur fics btw, you're doing amazing <3)

Not forced :p

Prompt 40 - “I’ve never heard you laugh like that before, it’s nice.”

A/N: i loooove this trope and these characters 💚

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“I’ve never heard you laugh like that before, it’s nice.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Why not?”

“Tch.” Bakugo rolls his eyes before adding quietly. “I hate my fucking laugh.”

“What?! How?” Kirishima gapes. “It’s so cute and so much ..lighter than you’d expect!” 

Bakugo wills down the warmth starting to spread on his cheeks. “Would you just shut up about it already?”

“No way. I wanna hear that sweet, sweet laugh again.”

Bakugo rolls his eyes again, sitting up straighter. “Not a fucking chance, you dork.” He moves to stand up when Kirishima grabs him around the waist, dragging him back down. “What the hell, Shitty Hair?!”

“C’mere! Gonna make you laugh.” 

“What theheh- FUCK! Stop that stupid shiHIHIT!” Bakugo exclaims, squirming in the hold on him as fingers start to wiggle into his sides. “Fuhuhuck off!” He falls onto the couch, fighting back his laughter as hard as he could.

“So you’re ticklish, hm? I hoped so but.. Man! This is great.” Kirishima grins, working his way over top of his friend. “Now I can make you laugh all the time.”

“I’m gohohohonna fucking kihihihill you!” Bakugo argues, failing miserably at holding back his giggles. He looks softer than Kirishima’s ever seen him. 

“Maybe later.” Eijiro shrugs. “But for now… You’re gonna laugh for me!” He grins triumphantly, having straddled Bakugo’s waist. His fingers wrench their way along Katsuki’s ribs and even up under his arms, getting him access to a well of true, unbridled Bakugo laughter. Katsuki just lays back, not fighting him off despite his harsh words. Despite his best efforts to be angry and annoyed, all he can feel is light. Well, light.. and ticklish.

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