#shindeku month

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 6: Cuddles

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Hitoshi whispers something into his hair, quiet as a breath.

Izuku misses what it is, and he blinks open his eyes to tilt his head back and look with curiosity. 

Hitoshi’s brows furrow at whatever he sees on Izuku’s face. “Oh,” he murmurs, touching Izuku’s cheek with his fingertips. It takes a moment for Izuku to realize that a tear has dripped down his face. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he gently demands. 

Izuku sniffles once and smiles, feeling more tears well in the corners of his eyes. He tries to blink them away, but another escapes. “Nothing is wrong. This is just so nice,” he says, but Hitoshi doesn’t look very convinced. 

He feels a little embarrassed and glances away, but a feather-light touch to his jaw makes Izuku look back. “I’m just a little sad we didn’t meet sooner,” he admits. 

“But you have me now,” he says, dipping down to touch his lips to Izuku’s brow.

“Mmhm,” Izuku agrees with a sigh, his eyes slipping closed as Hitoshi shifts to press another gentle kiss to his nose. 

He nudges his face to the side so he can kiss his cheek, the tip of his tongue briefly darting out to taste the trail of moisture clinging to his skin.

He moves again, and Izuku can feel the puff of breath next to his mouth as he pauses. “It’s okay to cry,” he whispers. “It’s okay.”

His lip wobbles as another tear escapes his closed lids. He swallows and dares to peek up at Hitoshi. He feels embarrassed that he’s crying like this over their sweet moment, but something about the way Hitoshi’s violet eyes dampen as he watches the newest droplet track down his face makes his heart flutter with a terribly soft emotion. 

He feels seen. They don’t really understand each other yet, but there’s time to learn.

Hitoshi’s mouth is slowly shifting into a frown, and that just won’t do. Izuku rises on his toes to close the distance and press their lips together.

This kiss seems more potent than the others from before, like his heart has cracked open and his feelings are pouring out through a ragged wound. A sob sneaks up on him, and Hitoshi breaks their kiss to pull him into a tight hug. “I’ve got you. It’s alright,” he murmurs. A hand pets in his hair and runs soothing strokes down his back. 

But Izuku doesn't want cuddles right now, he wants to smother the sharp sweetness that's building in his chest with something that burns brighter. 

His fingers seek out a firm grip in Hitoshi's hair so that he can guide his mouth right back to where he wants it. His boyfriend gives in with a sigh, sweeping the barest hint of lips against his before pressing feather-soft kisses to his cupid's bow, his lower lip, the corner of his mouth.

His fingers flex against Izuku's back, pressing deep into one of his muscles with a heavenly stroke that rips a gasp from his lips, and Hitoshi wastes no time to swoop in and capture the next sounds that threaten to spill free with a fiery kiss.

Izuku tilts his head for a better angle, meeting Hitoshi's ferocity with his own, nipping at the tongue that's swept into his mouth before licking after it. He sucks briefly at Hitoshi's lower lip and grins at the resulting groan, his tears long forgotten. 

Hitoshi pulls him closer and deepens the kiss, leaning over Izuku just far enough that he starts to lose his balance. He hangs on tight and lets his boyfriend take the lead. He returns Izuku's favor by reaching down to give his butt a firm squeeze, and Izuku squeaks out a sound of kiss-muffled surprise at how nice that felt.

Okay, yes, breakfast in bed, Izuku thinks, fully on board for this new direction they're headed.

Hitoshi jerks away with a hiss, and Izuku blinks dazedly up to see him scowling down at the floor by their feet.

A plaintive mew sounds in the resulting silence.

“Honey,” Hitoshi chastises the cat. “How could you?”

Mew, Honey replies with the most perfectly bland and innocent expression Izuku has ever seen on a cat.

(AN: lollllll)

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[shindekumonth]

It's that time of year again!

Join us for a ShinDeku Pride Weekend on June 23rd-25th!

Use as many or as few of the daily prompts as you like!

Feel free to tag us in anything you create!

[redfeatherdaemon]

Nostalgia

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/Midoriya Izuku

Tags: Fluff 

Wordcount: 2876

Summary:

Hitoshi reminisces about the past; about U.A. and how he married the number one hero.

ShinDeku month day 5: Past

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[nina-scribbles]

Your honor, we have taken over a dozen super powered teenagers and trained them in all sorts of things, including cityscape mobility... do you really expect them to take the train?

[shinsdeku]

Pride month art for the fandom olds who remember the iconic twelfth night pic for shindekuchako 💖💚💜

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Most Ardently

Most Ardently by TheKirkwallChampion

Izuku's initially confused as to why Ashido would ask him to help with their class work, especially as they already have Kacchan helping them. It becomes all too obvious that it's another “get Shinso and Izuku together” scheme the moment Izuku arrives to the library. What will Ashido put him through this time?

Words: 2094, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Shindeku Month 2023

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Ashido Mina, Bakugou Katsuki, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Gay Disaster Midoriya Izuku, Alternate Universe - College/University, Pining Midoriya Izuku, Mutual Pining

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45145852

[theotherpacman]

“You didn’t let me win, did you?” Izuku asks in a teasing tone, but the sardonic expression on his face lets Hitoshi know that this isn’t a joke; this is paranoia.

Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags

[intheticklecloset]

The Wasp (My Hero Academia)

ShinDeku AU

Summary: Deku and his newly official boyfriend Shinsou are enjoying a peaceful afternoon together until a particular insect tries to foil their plans. Luckily, Shinsou is determined to take the wasp down...and keep Deku right where he wants him at the same time.

A/N: I wanted something cute and fluffy, and who do I go to when that happens? My OTP ShinDeku of course! I love these boys so muuuuch, and I love writing silly, lighthearted fics with them. Enjoy! 💖

Word Count: 1225

~~~

It was quiet. And warm. And peaceful.

There were no villains attacking. No training sessions. No loud classmates (though of course Deku loved them all very much). It was just him and this blanket in the grass under the tree, basking in the warmth of the early summer sun and the breeze that cooled his face.

Fingers brushed his, tentatively lacing together.

Deku smiled and turned to look at the boy beside him, sharing in this moment with a soft smile of his own.

Shinsou. His Shinsou.

After all these months of hedging, seeing how they felt about each other, and figuring out if they were serious, it was official. Deku and Shinsou were dating. Dating! Proper boyfriends. The thought still made the greenette’s chest feel warm and fuzzy.

“This is nice,” Shinsou said so softly it was almost a whisper. He clearly didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Deku hummed in agreement. “Yeah, it is.” Then, because he was feeling bolder now that they were official, he leaned over and kissed him tenderly, squeezing his hand where their fingers laced together.

Shinsou brushed his free hand over his cheek, his thumb caressing Deku��s cheekbone in that way that the smaller boy loved.

Deku loved a lot of things that Shinsou did. He was beginning to feel that he just loved Shinsou in general, but…maybe it was too soon to be feeling that way.

Still feeling emboldened, the greenette shifted closer, intending to gradually wiggle his way on top of his boyfriend for more kissing and enjoying each other’s company, but he let out a squeak of surprise when Shinsou beat him to it, rolling him onto his back and loosely straddling his hips, smiling down at him mischievously.

Deku blushed furiously and giggled. “Oh, hello~”

“Hi,” Shinsou murmured, then went back to kissing him, and Deku braced his hands on his shoulders, content to take whatever was offered to him.

Until a buzzing noise snapped him out of his trance.

Shinsou pulled away, frowning with concern. He had to have felt the way Deku tensed up all of a sudden. “What’s wrong? Is this okay?”

“It’s fine – it’s great! I do want to, but I hear a…” And then he saw it, hovering dangerously around Shinsou’s wild hair. “There’s a wasp!”

“Hmm?” Shinsou, amazingly, hadn’t seemed to notice until now. He turned to face the creature head on, then gave it a bored look and waved his hand in its direction. “Shoo.”

Deku gasped. “You can’t just shoo it! They’re not like bees, they’ll sting you just because they can! Because they’re mean!”

“I’m meaner than some dumb wasp,” Shinsou replied with a smirk, shooing it again as it got closer a second time. “I can be downright villainous, if you haven’t already heard the rumors.”

Deku rolled his eyes. “We’ve been over this. You’re not a villain—”

“To humans,” Shinsou emphasized. “I definitely can be to bugs, though. Especially wasps that won’t let me love on my boyfriend.” He swatted more forcefully this time. “Begone, demon!”

When the wasp again moved in, looking angrier this time, Deku moved to sit up and help. “I’m sure there’s something in the basket that can help—”

“You stay put,” the purple-haired boy demanded gently, poking his ribs to emphasize his point. “I’ll do battle this time. You do enough fighting, Izuku.”

Deku collapsed to the ground, giggling at the ticklish poke to his ribs. “B-But I don’t want it to sting you—”

Shinsou grinned. “It won’t.” Then he poked him again, repeatedly this time, switching to gentle scribbling within just a few seconds to hear more of his boyfriend’s bubbly giggles. “And I won’t let it sting you, either. I’ve got this, babe.”

“Shihihihinsou!” Deku whined, smiling and snickering at the gentle onslaught, torn between wanting to help with the wasp and wanting to lay back and let his partner take care of it – and him – like he promised.

“Back, evildoer!” Shinsou growled at the determined insect, eyes scanning their picnic remains for something to aid in his quest. “In hindsight, probably should have put the basket a little further away from us just in case.”

“It’s clohohohohosed!” Deku offered.

“Sure, but it still has leftovers in it – back, I say!” Shinsou somehow continued to swat at the wasp that kept coming for him while continuing to scribble and poke along Deku’s ribs and sides. He was so distracted with the battle at hand he didn’t notice he wasn’t encountering resistance from his boyfriend whatsoever.

The wasp went straight for his face, forcing Shinsou to fall off of his straddling position to defend himself. Before he could recover, Deku was lunging for the basket and grabbing one of their used containers.

Shinsou snatched it out of his hand and pushed him back down playfully, grinning as he hopped on top of him again and slipped his hand under his shirt to tickle his belly directly.

Deku squealed and arched his back, bursting into another round of airy giggles despite himself. “I’m tryihihihihing to hehehehelp!”

“Well stop it. I’ve got this,” Shinsou replied, winking to show he wasn’t entirely serious.

For a few moments, Shinsou swatted at the offending insect with the empty container, unsure how to make use of it in this situation but determined to find a way nonetheless. Then he managed a lucky hit and pounced on the opportunity, reaching for several used napkins in the picnic basket and using them to create a barrier between him and the stinger as he crushed the wasp once and for all, throwing it in the container and closing it up just to be sure.

Deku was propped on his elbows when Shinsou turned back to him, and after a long moment the greenette smirked and teased, “My hero~”

Shinsou lunged for him, grabbing his hips and tickling with 100% focus now, making Deku screech and toss his head back with happy laughter.

“I told you I had him,” Shinsou teased right back, his grip on his partner tight to ensure he didn’t roll away. “No wasp can stand up to my power!”

“YOHOHOHOHOU DIDN’T KNOHOHOHOHOW WHAT TO DOHOHOHOHO WITH THE CONTAHAHAHAHAHAINER!!” Deku shot back at him.

“Neither did you!” Shinsou laughed, straddling his thighs now to keep him firmly in place. “I figured it out, didn’t I? The wasp is dead, long live the wasp killer!”

“YOU’RE RIDIHIHIHIHIHICULOUS!!”

“What happened to ‘my hero?’”

“YEAH, WELL, LOHOHOHOHOHOOK WHERE THAHAHAHAHAT GOT MEHEHEHE!!”

Shinsou smirked and snatched up his boyfriend’s wrists, pinning them above his head and leaning in so close to his face their noses brushed. “Oh yeah?”

Deku squeaked, grinning despite his nerves, knowing he was screwed now but determined not to crumble. “Y-Yeah.”

“Feel like rephrasing that little sentiment, Izuku?” Shinsou’s free fingers traced along Deku’s hipline, making the greenette whine and giggle in anticipation.

“It’s t-true, though,” he managed, before being thrown back into hysterics with his arms trapped and unable to defend himself this time. He laughed and arched his back and tried turning his face away from his boyfriend’s evil grin, but Shinsou followed him wherever he went with kisses and gentle bites and teasing words that only made Deku feel even more ticklish.

It wasn’t quiet or peaceful anymore.

But with Shinsou, Deku didn’t mind even a little bit.

[oliswamp]

Do you know soulmates? Of course you know soulmates, who doesn't know soulmates. What if instead of having the predetermined person who will complete you, you chose among other folks and literally woven your souls together? And if the ritual failed you'd feel hollow until you found someone willing to share their soul with your ripped one forever?

This idea is just bouncing around my brain. Has been for months.

In a fantasy world, being able to share your magical abilities with one another if you wave your souls together, so a person wants to have a certain soulmate just to further their magic, and nuh-uh it doesn't work like that.

Shame on you. Shame on your cow.

I wanna write a ShinDeku story about that, that starts as your usual BakuDeku and KamiShin. I want to break some stereotypes on the characters' heads. I want to do so many things.

[flames-tstuff]

AWW such an underrated trope <3 <3 <3

Not me wishing sentence starters would have won bc I SUCK at hcs but here we go!

Hey, friend! I hope you're having a great weekend so far! If I may be so bold, I have a couple of ideas for you as always, but please don't feel pressured to do both! I'd be thrilled with just one! 😊

If I may be even bolder, they're both MHA - specifically ShinDeku 🙈

Idea #1 - The boys are hanging out and something Shinsou is watching/reading/whatever makes him BURST out laughing harder than Deku has ever seen before, and he's instantly in love with laughing Shinsou. He tries to do goofy things to recreate the effect but when that doesn't work, of course he must resort to the only option left - tickles! 🥰

Idea #2 - (This one is more fluff/romance than tickling.) idk if you've seen the "pinning my girlfriend to the wall" thing that's going around TikTok right now (here's a link for your reference if not: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbrj8eGfTcA&ab_channel=SamandMonica) but you know how you were so kind as to write those adorable fics about Shinsou being weak to pet names before? I think something like this would be a great way for Shinsou to get Deku just as flustered as revenge. 😈

That's all I got for now! Again, please don't feel pressured to do either one or both if you don't want to! Just some ideas. Have a great weekend, friend! 💖

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

NYM! *flails* Oh my goodness, both of these headcanons are absolutely ADORABLE! Since I'm indecisive, I'm gonna do both! :D Let's start with idea one! :3

“GEHA!”

Midoriya all but dropped his notebook, eyes wide as he turned to the other. Shinsou was shaking in his seat, a wobbly grin on his lips as he struggled to fight down the laughs. On his phone was a compilation of cats doing funny things.

Admittedly, the green hero didn’t care that much for the cats. What got him was how giggly Shinsou looked at that moment. Usually he got a snort- maybe a few chuckles from time to time. But this? Flushed cheek, body shaking, cackling like a goon?

He wanted to see it again. He NEEDED to see it again.

~~~

“Um…what?”

Midoriya felt himself deflate at the blank stare Shinsou was giving him. “D-Don’t you get it? A cat’s favorite color? It’s purrrple?” At the lack of a response, he bowed his head in defeat. “I thought it was funny…”

“Hm…Oh! Oh I get it. Hehehe.” Shinsou chuckled, finally getting it. “That is funny.”

Silence. Shinsou blinked, suddenly feeling guilty. “Babe…whoa!” He squawked, falling backwards when Midoriya tackled him into the bed. “What the he-heheheheheheheheheell?”

“I’ll get you laughing like before-one way or another!” Midoriya snickered in glee, fingers dancing up and down Shinsou’s ribs and drawing out the scrunkiest of laughs. “Come on- let’s hear it! Don’t hold back!”

“M-Mihiihihidoohohohohoriya! Ghhhht- Gehahahhahaha whahahhahat aahahahre yohoohoohu eehhehehven shahhahahhahaying? Shhhhhkt! Gheheahhahahhahha, not thehehehehehhehere!” Shinsou arched with a loud cackle of mirth as fingers pinched along his middle ribs. “Ahehahahahahhahaha bhahahahhahahahahhahabehehehehheehe!”

“There it is.” Midoriya all but swooned at the sight- Shinsou laughing freely, cheeks flushed and smiling big. “There’s the face I was looking for.” Satisfied, he pulled his hands back, resting them against Shinsou’s chest as the other gasped for air. “Thanks for indulging me, Hito.”

“Ehehehe…ehehe…whaha-ohooh…” Understanding crossed his features, flushing them further but warming his eyes. “You know- if you want me to laugh, you just have to send me cat videos. Tickling isn’t necessary.”

“Maybe not. But it’s the easiest way to see you smile.”

“No. This is.” He reached up, taking Midoriya’s face in his hands before bringing their foreheads together

[shindekumonth]

2023 Prompts are out now!

[redfeatherdaemon]

Feel the Rain, Hear the Heart

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Rating: General

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/Midoriya Izuku

Warnings: Minor mentions of character death, read all tags before reading

Wordcount: 5023

Summary: 

Shinsou Hitoshi always told himself he didn't need any friends; he was better off alone. That is until one day, he meets an uncannily familiar boy with green hair and finds that perhaps he was lying when he said he was okay with being alone. Maybe he just needed the right person to come along and help him see that.

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[nyx3927]

I got a job interview for a full time job tomorrow and my nerves are currently staging a revolution in my stomach so I’m dumping a fic idea that I’m been mulling over here for a few months to get some of those nerves out.

Title: The no touchy zone

Premise: vigilant deku with a healing quirk with some shindeku on the side

Concept: vigilant healers have a policy of hands off applied to them by both villains and heroes because they can’t force them to use their Quirks to heal and if they try, the healer might just bolt to the other side out of spite or for protection. Hence the area that a healer claims as their territory is known as a “no touchy” zone so that the healer doesn’t refuse to heal someone.

Deku goes by White Rabbit because his Quirk relies on an actual physical timepiece like a wristwatch, pocket watch, etc. and the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland always has a timepiece with him.

People would bring their timepieces to Deku, and he can take the time from lifespan of the timepiece and can apply that to the wounds on someone. The lifespan thing is because everything has a time limit on how long it’ll function, so the lifespan of a timepiece would just be how long it works until something in it breaks.

Shinsō meets Deku when Aizawa stops by Dekus are to be healed while Shinsō is with him.

Immediate fascination because Deku is perpetually exhausted and is unintentionally cryptic. Deku likes him because he didn’t ask stupid questions or try to arrest him like some other interns had done previously

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Scandalized

Scandalized by TheKirkwallChampion

Despite Izuku and Shinso's not-date going fairly well, it's afterwards that's a disaster. That disaster leads to another much bigger disaster, one that has all of Izuku's friends in on the situation.

Words: 5188, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Shindeku Month 2023

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Characters Are Pro Heroes, Gay Disaster Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44731261

[intheticklecloset]

Merry and Bright (My Hero Academia)

ShinDeku AU

Summary: Deku playfully tries to get Shinsou to tell him what he got him for Christmas, but Shinsou is determined not to break and decides to turn the tables.

A/N: ShinDeku!! I need I say more? These boys still have my heart, even if I don't write for MHA as often these days. I figured if I was going to share an MHA fic this year, a Christmasy one for Christmas Day would be perfect! This is #4 of 4. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays! ^^

Word Count: 1,687

~~~

“Plehehehehease, Izuku!” Shinsou giggled, squirming in his more-than-a-friend, not-quite-a-boyfriend’s hold. He tried to cover up his sensitive sides but failed miserably. “I cahahahahahan’t tell you!”

“Can’t?” Deku challenged playfully, hugging him closer, curling his fingers in with devious purpose. “Or won’t?”

The day had started out fairly normally, all things considered. It was winter break now, and Shinsou was spending the day with Deku (and later with Deku’s mom as well, though she was at work right now, thank god) setting up the tree and generally decorating their apartment for Christmas. Once the tree was up and the lights had been turned on, Shinsou made an offhanded comment about how he needed to remember to bring Deku’s gift over the next time to put underneath of it, which spurred an excited Izuku Midoriya to ask what it was, which led to Shinsou saying of course he couldn’t tell him, and now…

“Ehehehahahahaha! Stohohohohohop!” the purple-haired boy squealed, grasping Deku’s wrists, only half trying to pull him away. He sure as hell wasn’t going to give up the goods, but he couldn’t honestly say he hated when the other tickled him like this. Tickling was kind of the glue that had stuck them together, so to speak. He was sure he could never hate it now.

Deku giggled along with him. “Not until you tell me, Toshi~”

That was another thing. Toshi. Deku had begun calling him that somewhere along the line, and it made Shinsou’s heart do all kinds of crazy backflips and somersaults. He melted at the nickname, but that wasn’t going to make him give in now. He was determined not to let slip what he’d gotten the stubborn greenette for Christmas.

“I cahahahahan’t!” he cried, then amended, “I wohohohohon’t! You cahahahan’t mahahahake me!”

“Oh?” Deku’s voice took on a wicked tone, suddenly dragging Shinsou away from the tree and over to the couch. He shoved the taller boy down face-first into the cushions, fingers digging wildly into his ribs and sides, making him howl. “I bet I can~”

“Nohohohohoooo!” Shinsou cackled, trying frantically to reach behind him and push Deku away, but when that failed and only opened the door for the smaller boy to dig into his underarms, he shrieked into the cushions and clutched onto them for dear life, using them as a lifeline to ground himself on as he laughed out his helplessness. “This isn’t fahahahahahahair! I cahahahahan’t tell you – it defeheheheats the puhuhuhuhurpose! Izuku!”

Deku just smiled and kept tickling him. Truthfully, he wasn’t actually trying to get his almost-boyfriend to confess anything. He just loved tickling him, loved hearing his laugh, watching the way it made his cheeks turn pink and cause that stoic demeanor to actually break into a grin for once. It was even better when he got panicky, though – that’s when Shinsou got almost unbearably cute. His heart raced at the mere thought of it.

“Looks like I’ll have to really tickle you, then…”

But instead of sliding down to Shinsou’s hips like he intended, Deku’s tickling ministrations slowly came to a stop.

Shinsou gasped for breath, still giggling, shooting him an apologetic look. “S-Sorry, Izuku. You left me no choice. Can you get off me, please?”

Deku silently did as he was told, standing obediently beside the couch as Shinsou sat up. He felt bad resorting to using his quirk, but this was another thing they’d talked about in their few months of being kind of together. Deku told him it was all right for him to use his quirk as long as he meant no harm, and when tickling each other, as long as the greenette hadn’t explicitly stated beforehand that no quirks were allowed.

In other words, since Deku hadn’t started off this tickle attack with the words, “no quirks,” it was fair play for Shinsou to turn the tables on him this way.

“Lay down on your stomach for me, would you, cutie pie?” Shinsou said softly, blushing at his own cutesy pet name, standing to the side as Deku did as he was told. Once he was exactly the way the violet-haired boy had been moments before, Shinsou gently climbed on top of him and placed his fingers just below his ribs, then released him from his mind-controlling hold.

Deku blinked, then gasped, knowing exactly what had happened since it had happened more than once before. “Ah! I forgot to say something!”

“Yes, you did,” Shinsou said in a low, teasing voice. He smiled at the way it made Deku shudder. “So…you think you can just tickle me into telling you what your Christmas present is, huh?”

“N-No?” Deku tried, bursting into giggles the instant a tiny bit of pressure was applied to his ribs. “Ehehehehehe! I dihihihihidn’t mehehehehean it! I was just hahahaving fun!”

“I’m sure you were. Now it’s my turn.” Shinsou slowly traced his bottom ribs, then moved up to the next set, then the next, all at an agonizingly slow pace. He smirked at Deku’s quiet snickers and impatient wiggling. “Let’s see. Which spot will make you give up this silly game of trying to get me to spoil your surprise?”

Deku whimpered. “Nohohohone of them! I’ll mahahahake you tehehehell me eventually!”

Shinsou beamed. This was one of Deku’s favorite things – pretending to be all high and mighty and in charge when he was clearly in no position to be smart-mouthing his way through anything, all in the hopes that his partner would completely wreck him into next week in retaliation.

And Shinsou would. But only after he made him beg for it.

“You’ll do no such thing. I’m the one in charge now, Izuku.” Shinsou dove his fingers under his arms and made him shriek in anticipation without actually beginning to tickle yet. “And you’ll do well to remember that.”

“I’ll gehehet out of this,” Deku challenged, shivering at the feeling of fingers in his armpits, even if they weren’t moving yet. “Y-Yohohou’ll spill eheheheverything, Toshi!”

“‘Toshi’? Oh, no, no, no. You don’t get to nickname me right now.” Shinsou dug in once, quick and hard, just to get his point across. “Give up. I’m not ruining Christmas for you, no matter how much of a Grinch I might seem.”

Deku twisted his head around to look up at him as much as possible, a slight frown on his features. “I don’t think you’re a Grinch, To-ahhh, Sh-Shinsou.”

Shinsou’s heart warmed at the sentiment. He chuckled. “Thanks. And I know. I’m just playing around. You know that, right?"

“Right,” the smaller boy affirmed, smiling again, wiggling nervously. “Well, are you going to do something, or are you going to just sit there and tease me all day?”

There it was. The first sign that his defiance was cracking. His first indication of how much he wanted to just be tickled already. Shinsou smirked.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just like watching you fidget.”

“I’m not a fidget toy!”

The taller boy laughed outright at that. “Oh, I think you are.” He wiggled his fingers gently into his armpits. “See? You’re fidgeting all over the place.”

“Ehehehehe! Nohohoho fair! You’re tihihihihickling me!”

“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”

For almost two full minutes, Shinsou continued to gently poke and prod at random spots up and down Deku’s torso, from his underarms to his ribs and sides and even a little bit along his neck, which he’d learned was adorably ticklish as well. The greenette clenched his fists and giggled and squirmed but ultimately held out for an impressive amount of time before finally beginning to crack again.

“Tohohoshiiii,” he whined at last. “Whahahat are you wahahahaiting for?”

Victory was near. Shinsou smiled. “For you to give up.”

“But you’re nohohohot tickling me hahahard enough for that!”

“Oh, no, cutie. I think you misunderstand. I’m not going to tickle you into giving up your silly little quest for an early Christmas surprise.” Here Shinsou leaned down and spoke directly into Deku’s ear while wiggling a single finger into either side of his ribs, keeping him in soft giggles. “I’m only going to tickle you after you give up. It’s your reward, you see.”

“Reheheheheward?”

“Of course. You want me to tickle you, don’t you? Tickle you so much you can’t even remember what we’re doing here?”

Deku’s cheeks lit up bright red, and the sight made Shinsou melt a little. He really was the cutest thing in the world.

“Well? Don’t you?”

“Y-Yehehehehes,” Deku admitted through a little whine. “Plehehehehease, Toshi.”

Shinsou stopped his gentle tickling, further making his point. “Then you’d better promise you won’t try to tickle any spoilers out of me. That’s the only way you’ll get what you want.”

Apparently Deku’s determination to keep up the “tell me what my gift is” play didn’t outweigh his desire to get wrecked, because upon hearing those words he caved instantly.

“Okay, fine, I promise I won’t try to get you to tell me what you got me for Christmas. I won’t tickle any gift spoilers out of you. Just, please…” He looked up at Shinsou again with the best puppy dog eyes he had and begged, “Please, tickle me like you mean it. I really want to laugh.”

Shinsou had to admit, it was a fatal blow to his own determination. He smiled, kissed his cheek – something they’d only done a couple of times and only very recently – and murmured, “Good. I’ll tickle you to death now.”

Without wasting any time, the taller boy hooked his fingers into Deku’s hips and dug in, barely able to keep his straddling position at the sudden, wild reaction from his kind-of-boyfriend.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! TOHOHOHOHOSHI WAHAHAHAHAIT THAT’S NOT FAHAHAHAHAIR EITHEHEHEHEHER!! NOT MY HIHIHIHIHIHIHIPS!!”

“Well, you said you really wanted to laugh!” Shinsou giggled along with him, fighting to keep his fingers in the right spot to drive him crazy. “I’m just granting your Christmas wish, Izuku~”

The both of them wound up tickling and playing together for so long that they completely lost track of time, but really, who needed Christmas decorations when there was such bright, merry laughter to be heard?

[alesyira]

ShinDeku Day 22: swimming

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Izuku feels a little weird about potentially meandering around in the nude, but if Hitoshi can do it, so can he. 

A lump of grey flies at him from Hitoshi’s general direction, and he barely catches it before it smacks him in the face. 

He stares down at it for a few seconds, then unabashedly rubs his face in the fabric with a soft sigh. It’s one of the hoodies that Hitoshi wears often, and it smells like him. 

He peeks up at his boyfriend and spots him watching with a fond smile. He chews on his lip with mild embarrassment and glances away, but doesn’t bother pulling the hoodie away from his nose until he’s ready to pull it over his head.

He hasn’t worn one of Hitoshi’s hoodies before, so he’s a little surprised to find it hangs halfway down his thighs with the ends of the sleeves dangling just past his fingertips. He feels like he’s swimming in his boyfriend’s clothes.

Hitoshi helps him fold the sleeves back a little and then tugs the hoodie collar to the side with a thoughtful expression. “It’s missing something,” he murmurs, tilting his head with consideration as he stares at the hint of Izuku’s exposed shoulder. He taps a fingertip against his lip with a slight smirk. 

Izuku’s seen him wear this hoodie with the capture weapon once or twice, but he can’t imagine being bundled with a scarf right now.

“I’m sure it’ll come to me eventually,” he says, turning away to fish out a soft pair of sweatpants.

(Izuku does not stare as he bends over to put them on.)

“No pants for me?” Izuku inquires, tugging at the end of the overlong hoodie. 

Hitoshi glances back at him with a soft look, briefly eyeing his legs. “If you’d like pants, feel free. Do you want me to put on a shirt, too?”

Izuku gulps, raking his gaze over Hitoshi’s bare chest. Now that he has unfettered access, to cover that up seems like a travesty. He shakes his head a little. 

Hitoshi laughs and loops an arm around his waist to tug him toward the kitchen. 

Izuku makes tea while Hitoshi puts together something light for a snack.

It’s an exhilarating sensation to feel the cool kitchen air on his bare butt when he has to stretch high above for something on an upper shelf. Hitoshi makes an odd sound and promptly fumbles the box he’s holding, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor.

(Izuku finds it a little funny, until he realizes what spilled is the box of his favorite crackers.)

They sit side-by-side on the couch, quietly enjoying their tea with the few crackers that remain after Hitoshi's mishap.

“Sorry,” his boyfriend mutters with adorably pink cheeks. Izuku shrugs and leans against him with a little smile.

Hitoshi sighs into his teacup as he drapes an arm over the back of the couch to play with Izuku’s hair. 

“It’s really okay,” Izuku insists, peering up at him. “You aren’t upset about something else, are you?” 

Hitoshi smiles and shakes his head.

He drains his cup after a few more sips and sets it on the table before turning his pale violet gaze on him.

Despite them not moving from their spots, Izuku feels a little hunted. He peeks up at his boyfriend from beneath his lashes, wondering what’s on his mind.

“Come here,” he murmurs, motioning for Izuku to sit in his lap. 

He sets his teacup aside and turns to face him, chewing on his lip with a bit of nervous anticipation. “How...?” He's not sure which direction he should be facing. 

Hitoshi leans over and grabs his leg, hauling him over to straddle his lap, his knees tucked in beside his hips. Izuku can feel his cheeks flame red at the sudden exposure, but Hitoshi’s attention is firmly set on his face. He brushes his fingers through the loose, wavy hair that’s clinging a little to the sides of his neck.

There’s a soft smile playing on his lips as his hands fall to rest on Izuku’s knees. Hitoshi meets his gaze and watches, very attentive to his reactions as his fingers spread wide.

He’s hyperaware of the fact that he is not wearing anything beneath the hoodie as Hitoshi’s fingertips begin a treacherously slow glide up his thighs.  

He swallows thickly and bites his lip, running his hands up Hitoshi’s bare arms. He traces a gentle path across his shoulders to press his palms to his wide pectorals just as Hitoshi’s thumbs brush tantalizingly close to his inner thighs. He shivers, feeling a little too warm beneath the thick fabric of the hoodie. 

His breath hitches as Hitoshi’s fingers continue on, drifting lightly past his hips. The fabric bunches over his arms, riding higher as he sweeps his hands up Izuku’s bare back, nudging him to lean closer. 

“Hitoshi?” He’s curious what he wants, but his boyfriend smiles and pulls him a little closer, his gaze dropping to the gap in his collar.

Izuku sucks in a quiet gasp at the feel of Hitoshi settling his mouth against the small patch of bare skin. 

(He figures out really quick what Hitoshi thought was ‘missing’ from his outfit.)

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AN: this one and the next few were supposed to be cute entries plus very important conversations and I'm not sure what happened...

actually, I know what happened. Hitoshi happened. I'll try and get them back on track, but it's proving difficult.