#i couldnt stop laughing through this ENTIRE scene i had to pause it to fucking BREATHE
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he's such a fucking idiot
#bertie vs piece of paper 0:1#i couldnt stop laughing through this ENTIRE scene i had to pause it to fucking BREATHE#idk if physical comedy is the right term (because i genuinely dont know) but hugh laurie is fucking amazing at it#also same bertie. whenever i try to wrap a present thats me#ok he was trying (unsuccessfully) to break a window but eh details details#jeeves and wooster#bertie wooster#gif
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A Happy Man (Part 2)
A/N: Hello beauties! This is the sequel to my first ever angst piece âYouâll Be Okayâ and I really love it! Itâs loosely based off the song Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett! As always, if you enjoyed/have questions/comments/suggestions/all of the above, please let me know! I love hearing from y'all so much and I love you all to bits!
Word Count: 3.1k
Masterlist      Part 1
âHave a nice Saturday love.â
Your phone buzzed on the end table next to your spot on the couch, indicating another incoming message from Harry. And just like every other day, you left the message unanswered. For the past 4 days, like clockwork, he had sent you a text at exactly 8:15am, wishing you a good day, and another at 9:30pm reminding you that he loves you. After walking out of yours and Harryâs hotelâs room 4 days ago, you had immediately flown home and showed up a sobbing mess at your parentâs doorstep. Upon the door opening, you found your father raising a baseball bat and your mother hidden on the staircase, in fear of an intruder â as it was the early hours of the morning â a sight you would laugh at if it were any other circumstance. Once your parents realized it was just you, and that you were a wreck, they quickly ushered you inside and to the couch, so you could explain what was wrong. That was days ago, and here you were, still seated in the same spot, staring off into space while your parents watched from the entryway.
âSheâs going to start growing into the couch if she doesnât move Y/M/N.â your dad whispered, or at least whispered as much as a dad was capable.
There was a small thud, and you knew your mom had gently smacked your fatherâs chest, âHe meant a lot to her. She just needs some time.â
âAnd she can hear you both.â You turned your head to look at the two of them huddled together. âI appreciate you letting me crash here, but you donât have to dote over me. Iâm a big girl. Go to the Christmas Tree Shop or whatever it is you retired folk do.â You tried to crack a smile, but you knew it looked more like grimace.
âOh hunny, you donât have to thank us. Youâre our baby, of course you are always welcome here.â Your mom cooed as she scuttled across the room to sit next to you and run her fingers through your hair, âEverythingâs going to work itself out. I promise.â
âMy offer still stands monkey. You let me know where he is, and Iâll go have a nice little chat with Harold.â Your dad smiled, still standing at the entryway.
âNo dad. The last thing I want is for you to talk to him right now. It would only make things worse. I mean, I didnât break up with him. I just told him I needed time. So thatâs what Iâm doing. Taking some time.â You took a deep breath, talking more to yourself than to your parents now, âNot broken up.â
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âShe broke up with me, mum.â Harryâs groan was muffled by the thick white duvet as he laid face down on his hotel bed, still in yesterdayâs clothes. âIâve tried to talk to her every day, and thereâs no reply.â Similarly to Y/N, Harry had spent the last 4 days in the same position; wallowing in self-pity and crying to his mother.
âShe didnât my dear. You told me what she said, and she just needs some time.â Anne was seated next to her son, running her hands through his short curls, âYou have to understand where sheâs coming from. The two of you have been strong for two years, this is just a small bump. Everyone goes through them.â
âNot us, mum. We donât do this. We never fight, and we never walk away from each other. Weâre best friends. Or, we were at least.â
âThe two of you are two peas in a pod, donât doubt that Harry. You have a very busy life, and I mean this with every ounce of love I have for you,â Harry turned his head to peak out from under the blanket to look at Anne, âbut you do tend to put quite a lot on your plate. And you never were one for clearing your plate. Youâve been so focused on finding things to keep you busy during this time off, that youâve put some things to the back burner. Some important things.â
It was like Harry was transported back in time, listening to the bustling streets below while everyone carried on with their lives. Like he wasnât losing his mind 14 floors above their heads. He knew his mum was right. He always wanted to have a plan a, and a plan b, and plan c, but there was never a risk for that lifestyle before. Never the chance for his precisely planned life to cause such an uproar. But here he was, a weeping, snotty, mess because he planned for everything except his love leaving him.
âLet me ask you, Harry. All of the money, the designer clothes, the followers, notoriety, is it all whatâs most important to you? Would you be the happiest with only that?â
His head was shaking before Anne could even finish her questions. There was no doubt in his mind that everything he has, everything his unprecedented luck has been able to provide him, meant nothing if he had no one to share it with. No one to come home to laugh about cute fan encounters with. Nothing without anyone to call up when the silence of empty hotel rooms becomes too much. Â âAbsolutely not.â
âThen in your heart, you know what to do.â She nodded and patted Harryâs back before getting up and disappearing through the front door.
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âAlright, look munchkin. I love you, you know that. But the ass thatâs supposed to be making a dent in the couch is mine. I didnât retire for you to beat me to it.â Your dad plopped down on the couch next to you. âYou have a bed upstairs for that.â
âCanât dad. âve got pictures of him up there. Donât wanna look at them right now.â You paused, hearing your mother on the phone, for the 4thtime today, âWho she keep talking to?â
You heard him huff next to you, âWho knows. Sheâs always got something new to gossip about these days. This week, itâs been about Martha leaving the office to go to the company upstairs.â
You were thankful for your dad. While your mother was always the one to sit you down and talk some sense into you when something was going awry, your dad was the comedic relief you needed. He always knew how to take your mind off of the seriousness of life. Which Is exactly what you needed right now.
âI wasnât going to say anything, ya know, because of the reason youâre here and all, but you smell kid. I donât know how it works across the pond, but over here we have these things called showers. Itâs real neat, you go in and wash you-â
âOh my god, shut up dad. We have showers for fucks sake.â You laughed, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the soft murmur of Netflix and your soft breathing filled the air.
âEverythingâs going to work out darling. Everyone goes through a rough patch, and it was about time the two of you had yours.â He stopped for a moment, âYou know, your mother and I separated for a couple of months.â
Your head shot up at that and looked wide eyed at your father. For your entire life, you idolized your parentâs relationship and wished for nothing more than to achieve what they have. You never would have imagined that they went through any sort of issues. âNo you didnât! When?â
âYou were about a year old. I was working double shifts every week while she stayed home with you. She wanted to be able to be there for you every day, watch you grow, and I would have loved nothing more, but someone had to pay for all the diapers you shit in.â you both chuckled, âMe not being home was too much for her and she told me she needed time. Sound familiar?â
âHowâd you get past it?â
âI had been staying with your uncle for a couple months, and then woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and told myself I was an idiot for walking away so easily. So, I went back to the house, sat her down, told her how much I loved her and that I was working so hard so that the two of you could have the best lives possible. Thatâs all I want â the two of you to be happy and not worry about anything.â
The tears were starting to form in your eyes, thinking about how similar your situation is to what your parents went through. Not wanting to sit and cry in front of your dad, again, you patted his knee and stood up.
âAbout time I go shower, yeah? Wash this stink off.â you smiled and made your way to the staircase, leading to the second floor of your childhood home.
âI love you kiddo.â Your dad called after you, making some warmth spread through your relatively cold body.
In any other situation, you would be disgusted with yourself that this was your first shower in 4 days. But showering was the last thing on your mind recently. As you stood under the searing water, you thought over everything your father had said. Everything he spoke about, you knew is how Harry felt. He told you every chance he got that he loved providing for you, loved being able to make you smile. And it didnât take much. You got so much joy just by watching in achieve the things he dreamed of and standing behind the scenes to see just how much the love of your life has achieved. But that wasnât what caused your departure. You had watched Harry make room in his busy life for countless people, so why couldnât he do that for someone he loved? You thought back to your trip to Italy and hung your head. In his own way, you realized, he did. Â After canceling your museum tour, he had the two of your sit in bed all night and watch a Italian historical documentary. Brought you to the private hotel pool with a bottle of wine after not being able to go to the beach and left you a note the morning of your cancelled breakfast date. You realized these were all ways he showed you he cared and wasnât trying to put work ahead of you. And here you were, standing in your parentâs shower, ignoring all his loving messages every day, just so you could justify your leaving. Quickly shutting off the water, you grabbed a towel and made a beeline to your old room, needing to get dressed and find your phone. You had apologizing to do.
You ran down the stairs, after throwing on some old black sweats and a white t-shirt, your hair still dripping from the shower and leaving a trail of water in your path. Getting to the space you were occupying on the couch, you noticed that your phone was no longer on the charger, âMom! Where did you move my phone?â
No response.
âSeriously mom! I need to use my phone.â
Again, not response, just the sound of glasses clinking in the kitchen.
âI can hear you in the kitchen. If youâre ignoring me because youâre on the phone with someone from the office, talking about Martha again, I swear Iâm gon-â you choked on your sentence upon entering the kitchen, where you expected to find your mother.
The two of you stared at each other like deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to do or say. A wine glass was gently set down, and the room was so silent that you could hear the silent ringing it made when making contact with the marble countertop. You could feel your breathing start to pick up when he licked his lips and whisper a soft âHi.â
âHe â wha â what are you â how did?â
âI called your mom earlier. Told her I wanted to come. See you.â
You nodded, biting the inside of your lip, not knowing how to get past the awkward tension in the air. You had never experienced this with Harry, this foggy unknown feeling. And you hated it.
âWhy.â
âWhy what?â lines formed on his forehead
âWhy â why would you want to see me?
He continued to just stare at you, like you just asked him the meaning of life, with his mouth agape and hands on now resting on top of the counter. âBecause I love you. And Iâm not letting this be over. Iâm not.â He shrugged, âI know you sai-â
âIâm sorry.â You exclaimed, interrupting whatever he was about to say, âIâm sorry for assuming you cared more about work. Iâm sorry for blaming you for cancelling things. Iâm sorry for leaving. Iâm sorry, so sorry.â
Before you knew what was happening, he had raced around the kitchen island and scooped you into his arms before your knees could buckled beneath you. Muffled gasps were coming from between your lips as Harry ran his hands over the back of your head.
âShhh, hey none of that. Itâs alright. Youâre okay. Iâm here.â
The two of you stayed locked in one anotherâs arms for what seemed like hours, making up for missing the feel of each other. Missing the way you could feel Harryâs heartbeat on your temple when hugging him. Him missing the feeling of your hands wound around his torso, toying with his back-belt loops. The two of you missing the comforting smell of the other. Slowly, once your crying subsided, Harry backed away slightly so that he could look at you.
âI think we have some stuff to talk about, yeah?â you nodded simultaneously and moved to sit down, facing each other, on the kitchen island stools. He gently picked up both your hands in his own, âBefore you say anything, I need you to know I love you. I am so fucking in love with you that it makes my head spin. And when you walked out of that hotel room, I felt like I was drowning.â You moved to apologize again, but he quickly cut you off, âI donât want to hear another apology out of you. Donât ever apologize for your feelings. The hurt youâre feeling is yours to feel however you see fit.â
âI just, I donât want you to think Iâm asking you to choose, H. I would never. I know how much your career means to you, it means everything to me too. Watching you succeed and do what you love means the world to me.â You sniffled, trying make sure he understood that you support him in everything he does.
âBut I would. I would choose. Because as much as I love the traveling and picking up new projects, and always being busy, I love you more. I love you more than all the sushi I could stomach in Japan. More than the packages Gucci sends me with new clothes. More than there are stars in the sky. So, Iâmthe sorry one. Iâm so sorry I ever made you doubt that, mâlove.â His eyes started to glaze over, accent getting thicker, as the threat of tears grew closer and closer.
âMy career has given me more than I could ever ask for. This life I live gives me opportunities I never in a million years could have wished for. But absolutely none of it means anything if youâre not there to share it with me.â The smile that graced Harryâs face was brighter than anything youâve ever seen on him. His dimples were prominent on his hair covered jaw, small crowâs feet loitered around the corners of his eyes, and his hands tightened in yours.
âBut you should be able to do those things without worrying about me. About making sure Iâm alright. Youâre so young and so successful Harry! You shouldnât have to worry about how Iâm feeling 24/7. You should be able to do what you want, when you want it. Â To be your own person.â You argued, knowing that this argument was slowly fleeting, as your love for the man in front of you was overpowering any doubts you had.
âI know who I am, doll. But I also know that Iâm better with you. Iâm better when I wake up to see your hair sprawled all over the bed. Better when I see you in that black dress that makes it hard for me to breathe. Better when youâre around. So, if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower again, or drive a new sports car, thatâs okay.â Â he shrugged, seeing your inner turmoil in your eyes, âBecause if the only thing that I have in life is your hand in mine, then I could die a happy man.â
You took your hand out of his hold to brush away the tears that had made their way down your puffy cheeks. Guilt flooded through your veins for ever thinking that Harry loved you any less than how he described. So, you leaned forward to place a kiss to his lips, needing him to know you loved him just the same.
âI quite like the Eiffel tower.â You whispered once your lips disconnected from his, and a small chuckle left his lips,
âI know petal. I just want you to know that I donât need a fancy destination because youâre my great escape. My sense of normalcy in this crazy life. Youâre the one I want to repaint the living room while listening to Sinatra radio and dance around the fireplace with.â
You knew when starting this relationship that things would get difficult, what with being in the public eye and all the moving around. But you also knew that it was all worth it. It was worth it when you got to see Harry after walking off stage, after his morning jog, with his tongue sticking out between his lips while jotting things down in his journal. All the scrutiny was worth it when you got to slow dance in the kitchen or lounge all day with Evie. And no amount of rescheduling or cancellations would change that.
âDid you really just try to flex your Gucci deliveries to me?â
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Class 1-A vs. Tickle Might: Part 1
<<Â Prologue (in case youâre wondering whatâs going on) :: Part 2Â >>
(A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who offered their kind feedback, especially @gigglingknight ! 2.7k words and 4 kids - Minetaâs not getting back up again - down, 16 to go! Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think - favorite scene, constructive criticism - your feedback will keep me awake at night to write part 2!)
The forty combined eyes of class 1-A were locked on All Might as he leapt gracefully from the wall of the training grounds, passing overhead and descending in a lazy arc into the mock city before them.
âHe moves like a missile,â Momo said thoughtfully. âYou would think such a big person would be less aerodynamic.â
Other students were less calm. âHeâs gonna kill us all!â Mineta yelled. âI wonât get to enjoy my summer break at all!â
Hagakure clung to Ojiroâs arm. âGuys, I bet Aizawa-sensei sent him to beat us up before training camp. He probably thinks we wonât cause as much trouble if weâre all in full-body casts!â
Ojiro laughed, but he too was looking at the cluster of buildings in obvious dismay. âAll Mightâs the number one hero, he wouldnât just indiscriminately fight us. I think.â
Even Aoyamaâs sparkle was a little dimmed, his eyes wide in alarm behind his visor. âMon dieu, didnât you see what he did to Bakugou and Midoriya? His smile was as twinkling as ever, but⊠it was scary!â
âAnd heâs at full strength this time,â Satou added, his big lips pursed.
Those of them who were afraid edged closer to one other, clutching at armor and fabric and hands as if hoping they would fuse together into a single pro capable of taking on the Number One Hero. A select few, though, prepared to rally.
âItâll be all right, guys!â Deku was smiling. Of course he was. âThereâs a lot of us, and we have more experience using team attacks now! Iâm sure we can impress All Might and Aizawa-sensei!â
Iida frowned. âWonât it be easier for him to find us if we all stay in a group?â
âMaybe, but I feel safer with you guys!â Sero said.
âYeah!â
âLetâs come up with a plan!â
A familiar snarl filled the air. âYou extras can plan all you want!â Bakugou announced. âIâm going to face him head on! The only thing that would make me surrender is having to listen to you idiots for another minute!â He spun on his heel and stalked off, quickly disappearing behind the piles of concrete.
Kirishima grinned. âGuess I know what Iâm doing, then.â
Mineta howled. âJust let him die! Heâs really annoying! And if you get caught in the crossfire between him and All Might thereâs no way youâll survive.â
He shrugged. âMaybe, but I canât just let him go in alone! And besides, what could be a manlier last sight on Earth than those two going at it?â
âIâll come too,â Mina said, bouncing up and down on her toes. âI want to watch! And maybe I can get some surprise attacks in with my acid!â
The two of them headed off together after Bakugou, cheerily waving a goodbye to the rest of the group. Kaminari waved back at them like it was the last he would ever see of his two friends. Jirou scoffed and turned to look at the two planners left in their group. âLetâs call them the distraction, then⊠Momo, Midoriya, do you guys have any ideas?â
Bakugouâs arms throbbed inside his gauntlets.
The wounds from his finals match had been healed by Recovery Girl  - the old hag had been surprised that heâd been hurt so bad, even though Deku was in the next bed over with a shitty bruised spine, as if he wasnât just as dedicated to winning even if it means shattering every bone in his damn arm â but the memory of just how much it hurt was still in there.
He almost wished Kirishima was here to guard his back. Shitty Hair could take a punch, at least. Maybe even one of All Mightâs. But he didnât need him to win. All he needed was the chance to get in one good blow of his own this time â
A sound behind him. He whirled around, one sweat-filled hand slinging behind him with even more force. As soon as he could see his target, he would â
Something closed around his wrist. A sudden jerking sensation as his arm was pulled upwards, and the explosion seared harmlessly into the air.
All Might was holding him suspended by one hand. Like a freaking ragdoll. âAh, young hero! I might have expected you to come face me head-on.â
Instead of replying, he tried to blast the man with his other hand. It joined the other above his head just as quickly, held in that same massive grip. âWhat are you doing? DONâT RESTRAIN ME, YOU SHITTY â let me fight, old man!â
All Might propped his free hand on his hip. âA brave face, huh? You must really want a rematch. I think your sleeveless uniformâs really going to put you at a disadvantage in this roundâŠâ
He cocked his hand, fingers spread stiffly for a grab or chop, and Bakugou wasnât afraid, he wasnât, but that didnât keep his body from flinching, a fruitless attempt to protect himself from the painful blow.
His captor paused. âYoung Bakugou, are you â are you frightened of me?â
âNo.â
He lowered his arm enough for Bakugou to get his feet on the ground â still up on his toes, but at least he wasnât hanging there like a sack of meat. âMy boy, I must say that Iâm very sorry about the end of our last battle. I wouldnât have stopped you so forcefully if I didnât think you were about to seriously injure yourself.â
âIâm not fucking afraid, okay? Just hit me already so I can hit back.â
All Might looked unconvinced. âAh, thatâs⊠good, young hero! Such an indomitable spirit!â His smile grew impossibly wider. âBesides, you wonât come to any harm today!â
âOh yeah? Then what the fuck are we here to do, talk each other into submission? And what do you mean, Iâm at a disadvantage because my uniform doesnât have sleeves?â
âAh, yes.â All Might cocked his hand again. His fingers were wiggling this time, and somehow this spiked Bakugouâs apprehension in an entirely different way. âAllow me to demonstrate.â
Heâd never put much thought into a costume redesign, but as All Mightâs evil hands came in contact with his bare armpits he decided that he needed more armor. Immediately. âW-whahaHAT! THE HEHEHELL?!â His palms were sparking uselessly into the sky, face bent into a helpless grin, and shit he was glad that none of the others in his class were here right now.
It was a relief, almost, not to be thrust into another bloody fight with his hero, but that didnât stop him from kicking and screaming bloody murder, still on his tiptoes as he strained for some leverage to protect himself. All Might was chuckling. âI think this is the first time Iâve seen you smile, young Bakugou! A very good imitation of my trademark, but perhaps we can do better!â
âNOHO â nowecanât â AHAHA!â His entire torso was helpless under the attack, and his face hurt from smiling so hard. It wasnât long before he couldnât take it anymore. âOKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!â
All Might let him down gently, giving one last triumphant laugh as he patted Bakugou on the back. âAn admirable effort, my boy.â
âI didnât even do anything,â he mumbled into the ground. Was he still grinning? He was, like an idiot. He was an idiot. This was terrible.
Footsteps skidded into the street. âBakubro, we heard you screaming â laughing? â oh shit, heâs here-â
Bakugou forced his head up. Kirishima and Mina. Theyâd probably followed him in.
He snorted. âYouâre next, morons. Better run if youâre ticklish.â
Theyâd worked three-quarters of the way through a plan involving Seroâs tape (just. So much tape), Tsuyuâs mucus secretion, and a titanium bondage set from Momo when an explosion roared through the air.
âKacchan,â Deku gasped. His theory was confirmed when the explosion died down only to be replaced with cursing at only a slightly reduced volume. And then there was the screaming.
âSuch darkness,â Tokoyami intoned. âIt will swallow us all.â
The screams continued, Bakugou sounding truly desperate. âOKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!â
Mineta fainted.
The racket tapered off at last, All Mightâs laugh echoing tinnily in their ears as they all shivered. âDo you think heâs still alive?â Uraraka whispered. âMan, this is scary.â
Dekuâs mind raced. The other students were thinking frantically too, but he had two pieces of information that no one else knew.
The first: In all the videos heâd seen of All Might, heâd never heard of him making a villain beg for mercy. All Might preferred to harm the villains he captured as little as possible, making it easier to the police to detain them without having to provide medical treatment and having the added effect of minimizing property damage.
The second: Heâd grown up with Kacchan, who had never been in the habit of screaming in anything other than rage. The only thing that had ever made him howl like that had happened when they were little, and it was â it was â
Oh.
âMidoriyaâs about to faint,â Todoroki said.
âDeku?â Uraraka shook him. âWhatâs going on?â
He swallowed. âWe need to split up and hide. Now.â
The class looked at each other in alarm. If even he couldnât maintain his determinationâŠ
They were all going to die.
âWeâre not going to die!â Mina gushed. âThis is so fun! This is fantastic!â
She and Kirishima were sprinting away from All Might as fast as they could, taking corners at random in hopes that they would lose him. âYeah, if we can make it back to the others, theyâll definitely be less scared!â
âAre you certain of that, young hero?â
They both skidded to a stop, but Kirishima still crashed into All Mightâs massive chest and rebounded onto the ground. Mina shot past them both with a shriek. âAll Might!â
The man crouched over him. âI was surprised not to find you with your friends, young Kirishima.â
âWe were trying to find Bakugou,â he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. âMina and I are really bad with directions though, so we got lost until we heard him screaming.â
âIt seems you arrived at the perfect time to become my next victim,â the hero intoned, and wow that smile was the most ominous thing heâd ever seen now.
âI â haha ââ Kirishima spluttered, before remembering that he had a quirk. âHa!â he exclaimed, activating his quirk and feeling immensely relieved as his skin hardened to a rock-like texture. âThereâs no way you can tickle me now!â
âIt will be more difficult,â All Might mused. Suddenly, he yanked one of Kirishimaâs boots off. âI wonder, do your palms and soles harden as well?â
Kirishima, whoâd had his quirk for all of twelve years, suddenly couldnât remember. He glanced frantically at one of his hands and mentally cheered. âAh, they do.â
All Might frowned, as much as he could frown. âIf all your skin hardens, itâs pretty surprising that you can move at allâŠâ Taking Kirishimaâs foot gently in his hand, he rotated it right and left. âIf this works, thenâŠâ
Kirishima felt something brush against his ankle, and without thinking, snickered at the ticklish sensation.
All Mightâs grin came back in full force. Hesitantly, Kirishima offered him a weak smile. âUh⊠maybe I just have a really cool quirk⊠and tickling definitely wonât work on me?â
Turned out, his ankles were traitors. A few scratches from All Might and he was already giggling frantically, his other foot drumming against the ground as he tried to roll over and crawl away. Even worse, as he lost focus his quirk began to waver, and despite his effort of squeezing his eyes shut and trying to will the laughter away he could feel his protective shell softening around him.
âNot so tough now, young hero,â All Might teased, and Kirishima groaned internally at the joke as his torture became a thousand times worse. The soles of his feet, the soft skin behind his knees â even squeezing his calf produced a new wave of laughter from him.
He couldnât take it. No wonder Bakugou had been collapsed on the ground. âMihihinaâŠ. MINA, HELP!â
A pair of pink arms wound themselves around All Mightâs neck â Mina, jumping on his back. âHi! All Might-sensei, can I go next?â
The tickling eased up a little as All Might turned his head to smile at her. âYou know, my girl, this is technically a test.â
She pouted. âI know, but⊠tickling! I already failed my practical anyway, so Iâm sure Iâll have to take the remedial classes. I might as well relax and have some fun while I can instead of running! Right, Kirishima?â
Panting, he considered this situation. This was definitely more fun than a fight, and it was really nice after the nightmare of preparing for finals. âHeh⊠yeah, I guess youâre right.â
âI can hardly refuse such a polite request,â All Might proclaimed grandly, âbut first, I need to hear a surrender from young Kirishima here!â He reached a hand up to scratch at Kirishimaâs ribcage, the boy squeaking as he tried to bat it away.
âI could help,â Mina offered slyly.
âNo, yOU CAHANâT!â Two pairs of hands hovered over him, Mina reaching over All Mightâs shoulder with her evilest grin. âWait, wait, I give!â
All Might roared with laughter, offering Kirishima a hearty embrace as he wobbled to his feet. âA smart decision! Sheâs very determined!â
He glared half-heartedly at Mina, shaking his head with a rueful grin. âIâm going to get you for this.â He turned to All Might. âDo we get to watch the others?â
âYou do have to leave the training ground. However, your Aizawa-senseiâs in the evaluation room. If he permits you to enter, then you can watch with him!â
âCool! Iâll see you there, Ashido.â He looked around. âWhich way is the exit again?â
As he left, Mina prepared to jump off All Might and take off â she felt like running at least a little bit, after seeing how wrecked Kirishima looked. But before she could so much as loosen her grip, All Might spoke in a decidedly villainous voice. âWell, young Ashido, this means itâs your turn now.â
He grabbed her uniform and yanked, and the next thing she knew she had tumbled over his shoulder and straight into his arms with a surprised shout. He dropped to the ground, cross legged, and released her unceremoniously into his lap. âWow, you move⊠really fast, sensei!â
All Might chuckled. Evilly. âYou said you wanted to relax, young hero? Perhaps youâd like a massage?â His fingers dug into the muscle at the back of her shoulders, and she found herself squealing with laughter as they hunched up instinctively. âHm⊠you donât look very relaxed. Maybe a different technique?â Said technique was a light massaging of her ribcage that had her curled into a shaking ball, giggling her head off. âThis seems a bit harsh⊠are you really having fun, young Ashido?â
âYehehes!â she giggled, burying her head in his shoulder. âLohots of fun!â
His breath stirred her hair as he huffed with laughter. âAll right, then.â He continued happily, paying special attention to her neck when he discovered that tickling her there produced actual cackles. She lasted for nearly three minutes before slapping at his hands and gasping breathlessly for mercy.
All Might waited until she caught her breath to move, standing them up together. She jumped onto him once more, offering him a hug from the front this time. He returned it slowly, a little surprised but pleased nonetheless. âYouâve had your fun, young Ashido! I hope youâll apply as much dedication to attaining mastery of your studies!â
âI willâ, she promised, climbing to his shoulder and somersaulting off to the ground. âThanks a lot, All Might-sensei! Itâs really nice of you and Aizawa-sensei to do this for us!â
He had to point her in the direction of the exit as well. She left with a cheerful smile, and he smiled in return as he cracked his knuckles.
Time to find his next target.
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