#ticklish aizawa

[horizonvn]

Waaah im back!! I got a lil scared cuz some mutuals found me from irl and stopped posting and deleted cuz well

I got shy

Im really into mha now so ill be posting some of that!! Feel free to request tk art aswell

Im not in many fandoms like at all but ill still draw if you got requests, preferably only anime or cartoon requestsss i dont watch anything else really

(For those who dont remember or care, i am a tickle blog, ‼️‼️‼️completely sfw,‼️‼️‼️ though!! I just find the aspect downright adorable)

My name is horizon. Any pronouns are fine, though i have a he him pref!!

Anyways, some erasermic tks because why not <3 (aizawa looks a lil wonky ik waah))

[august-anon]

A Friendly Spar

For Tickletober Day 18: Tickle Fight

Late again!!! Because I also did not have a chance to edit it until last night!! Apologies, and curse real life obligations!

BUT I am caught up now and hopefully can get the rest of the fics i have for the month edited and posted on time lol

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Hizashi/Switch!Shouta

Word Count: 967 words

Summary: After so long, sparring has become a sort of love language.

[ao3 link]

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After fifteen years of friendship, and over a decade of romance, any relationship would develop its fair share of little quirks. One of their special little quirks was their love languages.

Oh, sure, they had the typical ones. Hizashi thrived on physical touch and words of affirmation (not Shouta’s strong suit at all, but he tried, and Hizashi loved him for that), and Shouta’s was undeniably acts of service. But the one love language they had perfectly in common?

Sparring.

It probably had something to do with growing up in the hero sphere, and training until they dropped during their formative high school years. Shouta especially had a tendency to work himself to exhaustion, always needing to be the best of the best. Somewhere along the way, between the two of them and Oboro (not to mention Nemuri and Tensei, at times), sparring became more enjoyable, and even fun at times.

It was something they carried with them well into adulthood, and working at UA certainly came with its perks to support that – like constant free access to any of the near-dozen gyms on campus, granted that there were no students using it at the time.

And sparring didn’t have to be serious, Hizashi thought as he dodged another swipe from Shouta’s devious fingers. In fact, their spars rarely managed to be serious anymore – they both got enough of that, between training the next generation of heroes and their own regular hero work. This particular spar had devolved almost immediately, both of them needing to let off a little steam after a long week of teaching and cases that went nowhere.

“You can’t run forever,” Shouta grunted, rebalancing himself on his toes after his failed strike.

“And you can’t chase me forever,” Hizashi said, spinning away. 

He’d demanded Shouta remove his capture scarf for the spar – it gave him an unfair advantage that Hizashi was not willing to concede to that evening. He wasn’t that desperate for a laugh, at least not yet. No, right now he wanted even odds and a fair chance to win. He was dying to see that healthy, laughter-induced flush on Shouta’s cheeks as well, and nothing was going to keep him from his prize.

“I’ve chased more difficult opponents for longer. I think my stamina is up to par. Is yours?”

Hizashi gave him a salacious grin. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night, mister.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You love it.”

“I love you – have you considered the idea that there may be a difference?”

“Mmm, nope!”

Hizashi dodged another strike, this time redirecting it in order to bring himself closer to Shouta. He slipped one hand up Shouta’s loose muscle shirt, searching out any tickle spots he could find on the sweat-slicked skin. He used the other to pull Shouta close and hold him there, well aware he was leaving himself open for attack. It was no fun if Shouta didn’t fight back, after all.

“Dammit, Zashi!”

“What, does that tickle? Just a little? You can go ahead and laugh, I won’t tell anyone. Your scary reputation can stay intact.”

“Fuck you!”

“Been there, done that. Weren’t you listening?”

Though his squirming and escape attempts didn’t stop, Shouta buried his face into Hizashi’s neck, leaning his weight against Hizashi and huffing strangled breaths against his skin. Hizashi shivered, then squeaked. He grabbed Shouta’s hip to ground himself, only to finally make Shouta crack and huff a laugh into his neck.

“What, does that tickle?” Shouta chuckled against his throat, scruff and hot breath wreaking havoc on his nerves. “Just a little?”

“Wait, Shouta, please!” Hizashi’s giggles were high pitched and frantic, almost too thick to speak through.

Shouta’s own laughter, on the other hand, was deep and rich and only made his voice even more unfairly attractive. “You’re the one who grabbed me.”

That was true. Hizashi planted both hands against Shouta’s middle, preparing to shove him away, only for Shouta to grab his wrists in a vice grip. Before Hizashi could blink, he was spun around so his back was pressed to Shouta’s chest, arms crossed over his own chest as Shouta continued to grip his wrists and hold him close. Shouta’s face quickly found its way back to Hizashi’s neck, nuzzling and nibbling and huffing horribly ticklish breaths all over. Hizashi squealed, barely holding back his Quirk. They did not need the windows repairs taken out of their paychecks. Again.

“Perhaps,” Shouta whispered right up against the shell of his ear, “it would do you well to remember who your opponent is, and how frequently he kicks your ass.”

Hizashi shrieked and giggled and tried to kick back at Shouta’s shins. “Just you wait until I get your neck!”

“Oh no. I’m so scared.”

Gritting his teeth against his smile, Hizashi threw his weight backwards, catching Shouta off guard in a rare moment, and landed them both on the floor. This was serious now, and Hizashi didn’t intend to lose. He went for the kill immediately, straddling Shouta and shooting one hand back toward his thigh and the other toward his ear. On the other side of Shouta’s neck, Hizashi buried his face and did his best to nuzzle his mustache into the skin.

Shouta howled, trying to buck Hizashi off to no avail. Instead, he brought his hands up to vibrate into Hizashi’s ribs. Hizashi faltered for only a moment, fighting the urge to curl up into a ball and roll off Shouta for his own protection. Instead he steeled himself and forced himself to hold still, cackling into Shouta’s neck.

“Give up!” Shouta choked out through his laughter.

“You first!” Hizashi wheezed.

It was a good thing they had this gym booked for the next hour, because Hizashi doubted either of them would concede any time soon.

[burningablaze]

Aizawa x Reader - What Makes You Human

A/N: This was requested by an anonymous and asked for a father/daughter relationship so this IS NOT a ship

Summary: Y/N admitted to her father that she wanted to be serious just like the other heroes. Aizawa was about to tell her something different

Ler: Aizawa

Lee: Reader

Words: 2,439

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Y/N and Aizawa, her father, were alone in a wooded area to the far side in UA campus. He wanted to teach her how to avoid to be caught be villains.

Aizawa glanced at her. “Alright, pay attention, kiddo. You’re gonna want to be extra prepared for this lesson.” he said in a stern voice, yet a hint of care.

Y/N nodded. “Okay.”

“Good.” he said as he slowly moved towards the trees while looking over his shoulder every so often. “I want to see how you do while being chased. You up for it?”

She stared at him with confusion. “Huh?”

“It’s a drill.” he said, stopping to face her fully and crossing his arms. “I’m gonna hide in these tree and you’re gonna have to find me. Once you found me, I’m gonna start chasing you and you have to avoid getting caught. Got it?”

“Wait, wait, we’re going to play hide and seek but you’re going to chase me when I find you?”

“Don’t think of it as just regular hide and seek,” he said with a huff as he stepped closer and put his hands on her shoulders. “I think of it as training. I need to make sure you’re prepared when you do come across a villain. You never know what a villain will do to you. Okay?”

She sighed a bit. “I guess.”

“Good girl.” he said, ruffling her hair before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking back to the trees. “Now, count to ten for me.”

“But wait, what’s gonna happen if you catch me?” she asked a bit nervously.

“You’re gonna get tickled.” Aizawa said bluntly, a smirk slowly formed on his face.

“Crap.” she groaned under her breath as she turned around towards a tree to get ready to count.

“What was that?” he asked back, peering through some nearby bushes with a smirk, obviously heard her.

“Nothing!” she said, trying to hide her flustered expression.

“I think I heard ‘crap’ from you.” he chuckled lowly and stepped out of the bushes. “Don’t tell me you’re scared to get tickled, kiddo.”

“You’re ruthless when it comes to you tickling me!”

He huffed out a laugh. “I thought you liked getting tickled,” he replied and began to slowly walk towards her. “What’s changed?”

“Well, uh, maybe I… grew up from that.” she said as she rubbed her arm.

“Oh, really now?” he mused, now within a couple feet of her. “So I guess you’re saying you’re too mature for getting tickled, huh?”

“I… guess so? I mean, come on. I’m gonna be a hero one day and I can’t be involved with that kind of stuff anymore. she said.

Aizawa chuckled again and started to slowly circling around her as if he’s inspecting her. “And is that because big heroes like All Might don’t get tickled? They’re mature, strong, and grown-up. And grown-ups don’t get tickled. Is that what you think?”

“If that’s how you want to describe it then yes that’s what I think.”

He stopped circling to stand behind her. “And you also think big, strong, grown-up heroes need to act like robots, don’t they? They’re not allowed to let things like feelings, and emotions, and tickles stop them from saving people, right?”

“I… guess so?”

He suddenly reached his hands out, his nimble and lithe fingers gently grasping at her sides. “Which means… they need to hold back their laughs… no matter how badly they wanna let the tickles.”

She tensed up when she felt his hands and pressed her lips together.

Aizawa’s fingers gently, yet deliberately, began to squeezing her sides, applying just enough pressure to get her laughing. “And it also means… they gotta stay stoic and strong, even if they’re secretly losing their minds on the inside.”

Y/N nodded frantically and kept trying to hold in her laughter.

He smirked and kept squeezing her sides rapidly. “But I wonder how strong that restraint is. Can you really hold in your laughter if you’re a big, strong, mature hero?”

She bit her lip as she started squirming a bit.

“Hmm… I’m not quite sure about that.” he said with false concern. “I think you’re losing your composure a bit.”

She clamped her mouth with her hand to keep her giggles in.

He chuckled lowly as he started to spider his fingers up and down her sides and used his other hand to grab her wrist to slowly pry it away from her mouth. “No, no, none of that. Big, mature heroes can’t cover their mouths like that. They have a reputation to uphold, after all.” he said, his fingers wiggled into a particularly more sensitive spot.

She lets out a short chuckle.

He continued to dance his fingers against that area, smirking victoriously as he watched her composure start to break. “Oh, what’s that? You don’t seem like you’re holding it in anymore. Are you losing your resolve already, kiddo?”

She grabbed both of his wrists to try to push them away as she was slowly losing.

He quickly pried her fingers from his wrists and pinned her arms to where they can’t move. “What happened to keeping your composure? Big, mature heroes can’t give in to this.” he said in a mocking tone, his hands now fully digging her sides, causing her to finally break.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha, dahahahahahad!” she giggled loudly and squirmed more.

He chuckled, now fully pinning her against his chest as he continued to dig into her sides relentlessly. “What’s the matter, kiddo? Losing your composure? You’re supposed to be a mature hero, after all. You can’t just give up to a few tickles. What if All Might sees this? What will he think when he finds out you can be reduced to a giggling mess?”

“Ahahahahahahahahaha, okay, okay! Stohohohohop!”

Aizawa chuckled again, his hands now gently scratching up and down her sides. “Oh, really? You sure you’re had enough?” Maybe a few more tickles will change your mind.”

“Nohohohohoho!”

He smirked and gripped her waist, holding her captive as he kept raking at all of the sensitive areas around her sides. “Come on, I think you still have a few more laughs left in you. Just give in and let it all out.”

She felt her knees starting to give out and fell to the ground. “Ehehehehehehehe!”

He chuckled as she fell onto the ground and followed her. “What’s the matter? You gonna give up and submit to the tickles? You’re still supposed to be strong and mature hero, remember?” he said as he sat on her legs and moved his hands to dig his fingertips into her stomach.

She wiggled side to side and tried to push his hands away. “Dahahahahahahad, stohohohohohop!”

He smirked and grabbed her wrists to pin them to the ground above her head. He continued to dig into her stomach. “Oh no, no, no, no, you can’t push the Tickle Monster away. I’m not gonna stop until you lose all that built up tension and let out all your ticklish giggles. Don’t you know big strong heroes aren’t supposed to give in to simple tickles?”

She kept squirming and laughed more. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

He laughed along with her, thoroughly enjoying the sound of her loud and unstoppable giggles. “Aww, is someone feeling ticklish? Is a big, mature, and strong hero really just a ticklish little girl in the end?” he teased, his hands now raking over her stomach and lower ribs.

She squealed loudly and wiggled side to side. “Ahahahahahahahahaha, okay stohohohohop!”

“Is that your way of admitting that you can’t handle a few simple tickles?” he teased again, skittering his fingers around her belly button.

She arched her back and leaned her head back. “Okay, I was wrohohohohohong! Wrong, wrong, wrohohohohong!”

He laughed again, loving the sound of her squeaky little giggles. “Oh, you were wrong, huh? So you admit that a big, mature hero can be taken out with some simple tickling? Is that what you’re saying?” he asked with a smirk.

“Dahahahahahad, plehehehease stohohohohop!”

“But why should I stop? I’m just doing my job as the Tickle Monster. I need to make sure strong, mature heroes can’t be taken out by the simplest of things.” Aizawa mused, his blunt nails circled the sensitive areas around her ribcage. “Maybe a few extra tickles on these sensitive spots will bring out a few more of those cute little giggles.”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

“Uh oh, it seems like I’ve found a really squirmy spot. Guess I’ll have to work on this sensitive area a bit more.” he chuckled, scribbling his fingers faster. “Maybe you should have thought about giving up a little earlier. Now I know all your ticklish spots.”

“Dahahahahahahad, I can’t tahahahake it!”

He chuckled as he continued to ruthlessly scratch away at her ribs before trailing up to her armpit. “Aww, what’s the matter? You’re squirming so much. Have you learned your lesson about trying to hold in your ticklish giggles yet?”

He thought for a moment, his fingers slowly coming to a stop. “Hmm… I’ll stop but only if you agree to one simple thing.” he said with a smirk.

“Whahahahat?”

“You have to agree that big, strong, mature heroes can be reduced to a giggling mess by a few simple tickles. Say it.” Aizawa demanded, his fingers lightly fluttered over the middle of her armpit, just to prove that he meant business.

“Ehehehehehe, okay, okay. Big, strong, mature heroes can be reduced to a giggling mess by a few simple tickles.”

He stopped again and smiled. “Good. Now say that you, yourself, can be reduced to a giggling mess with a few simple tickles.” he said, his hand moved to her other armpit and gently tapped his fingers to tease her.

“Ehehehehehe! I can be reduced to a giggling mess with a few simple tickles!”

He chuckled and finally moved his hand away from her armpit, leaving her breathing heavily and tired from the tickling. “That’s what I like to hear.” he said as he let go of her arms and got off her legs to sit next to her. “See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it? Just needed a little tickle persuasion to get that admission out of you.”

After a moment of calming down from the overwhelming tickling, Y/N sighed and stared at the sky. She was feeling embarrassed, not from what he said to her.

He chuckled again, seeing her tired and defeated expression. “What’s the matter, kiddo? You look a little bit worn out. Did that tickle torture wear out your body a bit?” he teased.

She sighed and thought what she said to say. “Dad, all my life I looked to you, to the heroes I watched on TV growing up and they look so serious all the time, and… I just figured that’s how I should be if I’m training to be a hero.”

He was surprised to hear her say something so serious, but he listened intently nonetheless. “Hmm… so you think that in order to be a hero, you need to act serious and have some kind of tough exterior?” he asked.

“Well… yeah. I just figured that I would stop getting involved with kid stuff especially tickling.”

He thought for a moment, a bit surprised at how mature of a mindset she had. “I see… but what’s the problem with letting yourself indulge in a little bit of kid stuff? Even heroes need a break every now and then. There’s nothing wrong with letting your guard down every once in a while.”

“I guess so.” she said softly.

He smiled warmly and ran his fingers gently through her hair. “You know, you don’t have to act serious all the time. It’s okay to be silly sometimes, to let out a few giggles and laughs. It doesn’t make you any less of a hero. It just means you’re human.”

“Is that how you feel?” she asked softly.

Aizawa chuckled. “Of course. Do you think the other heroes are really as serious and mature as they appear on TV? No. Some of them are even goofier than most civilians. Heroes are humans, first and foremost. They have their moments and vulnerability, which includes bouts of laughter and even tears. There’s nothing wrong with showing a little weakness every now and then. That’s what makes you human.

“What about that pro hero, Endeavor? He’s serious all the time.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Oh yeah, that old stick in the mud. Yeah, he can be a very serious character, even more so than me, surprisingly. But even he has his moments when he’s a bit soft spoken and can laugh a little. He’s just so serious that you don’t see it very often.”

“Oh,” she responded softly.

He chuckled, still running his fingers gently through her hair. “See, even heroes like Endeavor, as serious as they are, are still human. They have their moments of weakness and vulnerability, just like everyone else. Just like you. So it’s okay to let your guard down every now and then, kiddo. Don’t feel like you have to be serious and mature all the time in order to be a hero. You can be yourself.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile softly, understanding and accepting his words of advice. “Thanks, dad.”

He smiled down at her. “Of course, kiddo. As your father, it’s my job to make sure you understand these things. Just because you’re training to be a hero, doesn’t mean you have to act like an adult all the time. Heroes are still human underneath it all. You shouldn’t feel guilty about laughing and being silly every now and then. After all, you’re just a kid. You’re supposed to be a little silly.”

She nodded and smiled again. “Okay, dad.”

He smiled back and ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now, let’s see if we can get you laughing again. After all, I haven’t exhausted all your ticklish spots yet.” he teased while slowly smirking.

“Dad, no!” she squeaked and began to curl up to protect herself.

He chuckled at her response and slowly moved his wiggling fingers together sides again. “Oh, really? You don’t want another round of tickle torture now that you’re a little more relaxed and vulnerable? I think I can hear those adorable little giggles already.”

“Dahahahahahahaha, plehehehehease!”

He chuckled again and began to dig into her sides with his fingers. “Oh, c’mon! You’ve already admitted that big, mature heroes are just as ticklish as everyone else. There’s no more reason to hold back those adorable giggles now. Let them out for the Tickle Monster again.”

[infrequent-creator]

DAY 1 : Trap

DAY 1: Trap

Ler Aizawa , Lee Shinsou

((So I couldn’t decide who’s tickletober to do …

So I did a little bit of everyone’s! Miya&Mia’s , Crow’s & August’s!! So excited ! ))

[kanene-yaaay]

Logical (or The One About Love and Friendship)

Warnings: None. This is literally 2.200 words of Aizawa being WEAK for his friends, tickling and being tickled by them. It’s cute, it’s fluffy and full of teases, playful tickles and warm feelings. Switch!Aizawa, Switch!Nemuri, Switch!Toshinori, Switch!Hizashi and Ler!Tensei. All the relationships are platonic

Kanene’s notes: I 100% give this fanfic to my sisters that painted my nails and lightly tickled me for a few secs while I was rambling which immediately made think about happiness and love and all the soft stuff in between for weeks. <3

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Aizawa loved to be tickled. 

He wasn’t ashamed to admit this.

It made him feel silly, yes, sometimes even shy, but not ashamed.

Most people would find tickling as an annoying thing or his liken for it weird, but he could care less about them. He loved it. Simply and quick like that. It was only rational, afterall: he was always the kind to be affectionate - in his own quiet, unwavering and attentive way - with the people he was close with, not holding himself back when he felt it would be proper - or simply nice - to share headpats, half hugs or shoulder bumps with his friends. Or to just follow them around like a particularly determined and easily irritated shadow, seeking their warmth just like a cat sought for a sunny spot to nap. 

Tiny touches and daily small doses of affection quickly became an important part of his life, especially after he got into UA and met the most important people he would ever know, people he would take and follow to the most difficult and easier days of his life.

So, yeah, Shouta could recognize he was quite a tad touchy. He could admit it even, on a particular early morning around his friends, right when everything feels just a bit more unreal and dreams are closer to touch. Even if this memory was something that Nemuri and Hizashi would constantly tease him about, delighted to discover a something that would make their so gloomy and grumpy companion share a tiny smile for a piece of second before immediately shoving both it and the beginning of a blush that appeared on his face in his scarf. 

They were all chill with this part of himself, too. More than happy to answer and support his touches with plenty of hugs, snuggles and a constant invasion of his personal space (not that he complained) without even a blink. Like he said: it’s only rational that his love for touch and the closeness that meant trusting someone translated into something as tickling.

It simply felt right.

To just let himself close his eyes and smile, to lazily wiggle around as Hizashi began to prod and skitter his fingers on ribs, finding and attacking all his weak spots with a precision and accuracy that came with years of experience and friendship, leaving plenty of tingles and tickly shocks to generously spread on his torso and fish more huffed giggles and quiet snorts from the dark haired hero as he go.

To bask in the warmth of the friendly, playful teases and lights pokes of fun that spilled freely and unashamedly from Nemuri’s smirking mouth when she sneakily wormed her hands to his armpits, skillfully using her nails to create not only a quite loud squeal in the sea of puffing giggles, but also one of the most unbearable sensations he ever felt in his life.

To ignore everything else and only focus on holding Yagi’s wrists as they got dangerously close to one of his most ticklish spots, even if he showed no real struggle to push the offending digits away, just keeping them in a loose hold, tittering non stop at the way the taller scratched and scribbled on every inch of sensitive skin, gradually increasing the speed. His clear smile of half amusement and half fondness plastered on his features that never failed to make his cheeks prickle with hotness.

To feel his mood immediately light up and his day get just a grain better at the rush of adrenaline flooding his system at Tensei’s fast, startling pokes that always seemed to get him in the moments he least expected it - not a easy accomplishment, something Aizawa should mention - or at the surprising tickle attacks full of squeezings and raspberries that, somehow, seemed to came when he most wanted it, with the right amounts of awful teases and incredibly fun, giddy energy that accompanied the underground hero hours after they parted ways. Probably a skill that comes with being an older brother.

It didn’t matter if it was just one of his friends or all of them at once. If his silent huffed snorts and low laughter mingled with Yagi’s calm presence, his quiet teases being always careful to be delivered on the most unexpected moments in an exact formula that never failed to make hotness prickle on the skin of his cheeks. Or if it clashed and danced beautifully in sync with Hizashi’s own loud laughter, just a tad of taunting and just a tad of amused, both of their reactions filling the air with playfulness and games full of “Let’s see how long can the gloomy, grumpy hero Eraserhead last before being defeated by a few tiny tickly tickles”.

If Nemuri would always start a collection of squeals, squeaks and yelps when she decided to tickle him, being sure to properly coo at every one, something which would normally make the underground hero flare with indignation (he was not cute, dammit), but, under how much soft her grins got during those times, he let it go. Or if Tensei would make as his goal to find any new tickle spots, showering his sides, back, calves, neck and basically anywhere with all the kind of soft pokes and maddening pinches, only to his determined expression to totally light up and his snickers to ring freely when he succeeded in fishing a bark of laughter from Shouta.

Sometimes they would all collectively look at Aizawa and decide that he needed a smile on his day and then jump on him in a mess of hands scribbling, skittering, prodding and tickling everywhere. 

With Nemuri’s loud brags of how she was the first one to make Shouta giggle her name out loud and did you see how much adorable that was awww, sorry guys it must suck for you all to not be able to do that but don’t worry it’s fine no one can be the best I will gladly bear such heavy burden alone. 

With Tensei’s loud laughter and playful bump of shoulders asking for space, come on give a bit of space for the tickle master here, I want to test something that makes Tenya go absolutely crazy, it’s so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from becoming a mess of giggles and you definitely will want to see it if Shouta has even a quarter of his reaction.

With Toshinori’s wheezing snickers as he requested for everyone to please calm down and stop making such a fuss, there is plenty of Shouta for everyone here to tease and attack and he knows, he knows it must tickle a lot with how incredibly ticklish you are, Shouta-san, but if you could stay still for just a bit longer for Tensei to try this new thing (even if his own hands kept tap-tap-tapping the sensitive skin right under his knees and that definitely was not helping) it would be really nice.

With Hizashi’s taunting pokes and scribbles that played with his reflexes, teasing his armpits when he tried to hide his face, skittering on his neck when an attempt of a pout grazed his lips and showering his lower back with scritches every time he tried to curl in a defensive ball. Always more than happy to cheer loudly at any of his reactions because YEAH Shou, show us all that rocking smile, yo! You wouldn’t try to hide it from your best friends in the whole world, huh? After everything we’ve been through you wouldn’t leave us out here to suffer and die without our daily doses of Shouta’s giggles?

With all of their attentive gazes, careful touches and soft whispered questions, checking if he was fine, if that was okay, if they went too far, filling his heart with such an amount of care and a love that never failed in leaving Aizawa speechless.

Even though his friends would be adamant to deny that last part, especially with how quick he was to recover from their attack and immediately pull Nemuri to his arms, ignoring her flirts and wobbly attempts to break from his hold with more clumsy tickle attacks to focus his attention in squeezing the especial spot just right above her knees and a few inches to the left that created the most lovely snorts. After that it didn’t take too long for a flow of uncontrollable laughter to flow freely in the air, which, on itself, meant that now he only needed to whisper a few teases close to her ear - how could a single person have such ticklish ears he would never know, but the loud squeals and crackled death treats made this spot one of their favorites to tickle -, letting them evolving to an onslaught of nibbles - and a couple or two of kisses, - before she finally got distracted enough to not realize one his hands getting way too close to her stomach.

The loud wheezes and sudden silence that bathed the whole space meant that the panther was already after his next victim.

(And, if he stayed just a few seconds more than necessary, hugging Nemuri close to him while she recovered, it didn’t matter. He was out before she could gather enough oxygen to tease him about being a complete, incorrigible and utter softie. Shut up. You know nothing.)

A high pitched shriek that was cut in the middle of being shouted always made pretty clear who was the next one to be caught.

And this time Shouta already had gotten most of his breath back, but, even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be so difficult to transform Hizashi in a mess of blushes, squealed ‘nononono’s and infinite squawks, even if the black haired one just did as much as look in his direction.

When asked about it, Yamada said it was because of his smirk. There was just something in the way his eyes glinted in a playful way and his lips were pulled up in a grin which basically shouted ‘You are dead’ that made all his nerves alight and incoherent noises to bubble on his throat. Now, how the blond was able to realize that while he was kicking and squirming and wiggling and trashing non stop on the floor, Aizawa didn’t know.

Eventually the underground hero would be able to dig his hands on his thighs and draw senseless nothings on his soles, occasionally scratching his toes just to watch him jump and yelp, his own low, playful pokes of fun being easy to be heard over Hizashi’s usual silent laughter that made his entire body shake with happiness and delight.

(And, if he brushed Yamada’s hair with his fingers while he squirmed the rest of his giddy energy on the floor so it would look a little bit less of a mess, enjoying the not-quite silence that hung around then, no, he didn’t. You saw nothing. Get out.)

Tensei, on his turn, wasn’t particularly fond of being tickled. He would endure a few pokes or a random raspberry if they got caught in a tickle fight or any similar situation, but more of that was not his definition of a good time. This required Aizawa to be creative during his revenges, then, usually deciding to pull a snicker and distract the other with a couple of pinches on his sides, fast enough to just divert his attention while Shouta stole some of his fidelity cards of their favorite cafeteria and a pair of Tenya’s baby pictures from his wallet before tangling his capture scarf on his arms so he could safely dart away without being immediately chased. 

He still had one victim left, afterall.

(Before going, however, he always spared some time to adjust Tensei’s glasses so they stop being dangerously close to falling from the tip of his nose, a tradition that began during their time on UA as students and continued until nowadays, even if Tensei kept trying to bite him every single time. Nuisance.)

Toshinori was a little more like himself in this point, much more full of breathless giggles and sudden snorts than a strong belly laughter - like Hizashi or Kayama. It was fine. It was perfect. Because honestly Shouta already had enough of All Might’s customary, booming laughter, but this? The high pitched, quiet ‘mercys’ he let out amidst his titters? The muffled yelps and low snickered babbles full of nonsense filling the room when Aizawa let his fingers prod softly on his ribs and tap their way across his right side, finding and exploring any weak spot for quick, maddening seconds before jumping to another one? 

He could never, ever get enough of this. 

The smiles, the squirms, the quiet and loud reactions, the whispered teases, the feeling that brought warmth to his chest every time he saw one of his friends smile and thought ‘I did that’, the way they grinned proudly after one of their tickle fights, the comfortable silence that sat with around them after those moments, the excited conversations, the warm touches, the nice embraces.

…Yeah. Aizawa loved to tickle his friends. And he loved being tickled by them. He loved and loved and loved and loved again and again and again.

Of course he did.

It was only logical.

[kanene-yaaay]

HEY HEY WAIT WAIT CALM DOWN WAIT A BIT I WAS NOT READY I-

THIS IS SUCH 👏 A CUTE 👏 SCENARIO 👏👏 Verything about this fanart is just so precious! Shinsou smiley face and Aizawa's teasy grin and aaaaaaa ♡♡♡♡♡ very ery very noice ♡♡♡

If you're still in the market for requests:

Could we see Aizawa tickling Shinsou during some capture weapon training?

Or, if you prefer, a battle between liberos. >w< Nishinoya in a tickle fight with Yaku. Maybe with Shibayama too.

-Panda/Black Feathers

awaa 10 more requests left yayyyy

[asocialangel]

how MHA lovers like to kiss you

how they like to kiss uuuu ( ˘ ³˘) 💕

quick headcanons for my bnha lovelies because i fell back into it and ugh it’s so good esp my baby bakugow… enjoy and tell me which characters u want for part 2 ! Gender neutral.

includes: bakugo, shoto, deku, mina, aizawa, kirishima. pt2 here with monoma, shinsou, sero, denki, iida, hawks, dabi and toga

bakugou: cheek kiss

uhm sue me ? In a relationship, to me, bakugou would be very innocent and like, ¿calm?. First of all he’s a PDA HATUURRRR like u’ll never catch him doing dat. Anyway, cheek kisses are quick ways to tell you ‘i love you’, ‘i love you for who you are’ an honest yet inaccurate way of showing his immense adoration to u.

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todoroki: forehead kiss

something about it feels so authentic to him. “I love you, without lust” (obviously sometimes there's lust but here he means it like i love so i'm kissing you goodbye– oh i cherish you so much you wouldn't even know anyway see u love). It’s also like a protective ‘you’re safe with me’ kiss. 

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izuku: hand kiss

hello ? grabs both your hand and kisses ‘em. Goodbye ? takes your hand quickly and kisses it while looking at you straight in the eyes. Goodnight ? will grab your hand and blindly kiss it, holding it asleep. “I love you” ? He was casually telling you that after tying your shoelace, grabbing your hand and kissing it like a prince asking your hand in marriage or sum…

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mina: eskimo kiss

Nose to nose. She’ll grab your face and bring hers closer, so close your noses touch and then she’ll slightly move her head right to left so your noses rub against each other. Staring at you dead in the eye, obvi. “I love you~~~~” (she whispers). “You know that I hope”.

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aizawa: shoulder kiss

For that casual yet sensuous feel it has. He loves creeping up from behind you without you noticing, to startle you with a kiss. And when he kisses your neck, he’ll alternate between looking at you and the floor, fidgeting with your clothes and hair. Sometimes it can last five whole minutes before he moves on, sometimes he just greets you in a flash while he goes from one location to another.

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kirishima: bite kiss

That boy loves you so much he gets that aggressive pulsion when he sees you because of how cute you are. So whenever you kiss –whether it’s lips collarbone or ear– he’ll add in some teeth in the mix. He just can’t help himself buuuut he knows you just love the feel of his sharky teeth. Sometimes it’s soft nibbles, sometimes you have whole teeth marks afterwards. He loves how you giggle from the ticklish feeling.  

A/N: ew somehow writing for eraser head felt weird, i just don't love his character sm and he feels ? old ? ion even know how old he is canonly ANYWAY WHO DO U WANT FOR PART TWO ??

[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. 

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 4 - Weak spot

Prompts by @tickletober

I think Aizawa having a ticklish neck is canon at this point and he’s gremlin of a husband would use it all the time against him. Wjajswwjssj I love them too much 🥹

Happy tktober everyone! 💜

[august-anon]

War on Christmas -- Squealing Santa 2022

My @squealing-santa​ gift is ready, and it is for the very very cool @a-fluffer-nutter​! From your BNHA ship list I went with EraserMic, and had lots of fun with your prompt of "The pairing celebrating Christmas or the holidays. Opening presents turns to chaos!" Though, it wound up being more post-gift opening/cleaning up chaos in the end. I hope you enjoy!

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa/Switch!Yamada

Word Count: 1501 words

Summary: Hizashi and Aizawa get a little sidetracked while cleaning up the post-gift opening mess.

[ao3 link]

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Christmas in the Aizawa-Yamada home was turning out a bit more chaotic that year, compared to the celebrations of the past.

While Hitoshi had seemed perfectly content to sleep in until late in the morning, a boy after Shouta’s own heart, the combined energy and excitement from Hizashi and Eri had the whole household up when the sun had barely cleared the horizon. From there, the morning was a blur of messy breakfast, wrapping paper, and sparkly bows.

Now, they finally had a moment of quiet.

The moment Eri had opened her last, largest gift and found a pink, sparkly tricycle inside, Shouta knew it was over. While she would never demand it herself, they could all see how much she was itching to take it out for a ride, snowy lawns and icy sidewalks be damned. Hitoshi, perhaps seeing the exhaustion in Shouta’s eyes, or maybe just wanting to get out of the house because of the flirtatious looks Hizashi kept shooting him, didn’t hesitate to offer to take her out for a ride.

And then it was just the two of them, finally having a moment of privacy, getting to enjoy each other’s company… if it weren’t for the mess.

For so many years, when it had just been the two of them, there had always been so little to clean up. A few pieces of wrapping paper here, a handful of dishes there, and then the house was clean once more. Now, however, their living room was covered in brightly colored foil paper, all ripped to shreds. The dishwasher and sink were overflowing with dishes from cookie baking, large dinners, and sweet breakfasts. The coffee table was covered in frosting and edible glitter from Eri’s (and, admittedly, Hizashi’s) efforts. The house looked like Christmas had exploded, and not in a fun, festive way, and Shouta decided that that certainly wouldn’t do. 

So, despite all Hizashi’s whining for attention, Shouta moved on to cleaning. They had plenty of time for Hizashi’s dramatic forms of affection later. Right now, Shouta wanted to be able to see the floor.

And then, as Shouta tried to gather up some of the stray pieces of colorful paper scattered around the tree, he felt something hit him in the back of the head. Looking down, Shouta saw a balled-up scrap of wrapping paper.

“You’re supposed to be cleaning,” Shouta said, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Not making more of a mess.”

Hizashi gave him an innocent look. “I don’t know what you mean, Sho.”

Shouta narrowed his eyes. Fine. Two could play at that game. Instead of immediately retaliating, Shouta only huffed and turned back to his own trash bag, shoving the balled-up paper inside and continuing to clean. He heard Hizashi let out a quiet sigh on the other side of the room and the rustle of him continuing to clean. That was when Shouta struck.

Quickly, he balled up several scraps of paper, doing his best to make it look like he was only trying to make the trash fit better. Then, he took his arsenal and chucked one directly at the back of Hizashi’s head. Hizashi yelped and whirled around, a hand raising up to where the paper hit him as he gave Shouta a startled look. Shouta smirked, throwing a second balled-up scrap and nailing Hizashi directly in the forehead.

“Oh, you’re on Sho!”

Shouta scoffed, wider grin tugging at his mouth. “I may not have started this fight, but I’ll certainly finish it.”

And then the room became a whirlwind of bright, flying paper. They had bought the pretty, decorative kind this year, for Eri and Hitoshi’s first holiday with them, which meant they were both likely to be shampooing glitter out of their head for weeks. Shouta wondered if they would ever get it out of the carpet.

Hizashi laughed the whole time, loudly and easily, dodging sloppily (despite the fact that Shouta knew he could do better than that, they were Pro Heroes after all) but throwing with alarming accuracy. Shouta, on the other hand, didn’t hold back. He was much more suited for this kind of war than Hizashi, with his skillset as an Underground Hero, but when he finally cracked, barking out a laugh when he accidentally knocked Hizashi’s glasses right off his face, he started to get a bit sloppy himself. There was a sort of fun in that too, not aiming to be perfect the whole time. It was a game, after all. A silly bit of fun. He could afford to not be perfect.

He would still win, anyway.

At least, he would have, if Hizashi wasn’t a dirty rotten cheat. With a battle cry, Hizashi broke from his side of the room, pelting a laughing Shouta with wrapping paper ball after wrapping paper ball as he charged, eventually tackling Shouta down to the ground.

“Hey!” Shouta snapped, trying his best to sound authoritative despite the lingering laughter in his tone. “Get off!”

Hizashi only laughed, pressing his weight further onto Shouta. Shouta scoffed and reached up, grasping around for one of the wrapping paper balls to shove down Hizashi’s shirt. Hizashi gasped in faux-offense.

“I’ve won, and you’re still trying to sabotage me?”

Shouta let out a grunt. “You didn’t win, you filthy cheat, you– ah!”

Shouta’s arm shot down in defense, but it was too late. Hizashi’s devious fingers were already buried in the hollow underneath his arm, scribbling and scrabbling away at the sensitive skin. Shouta bit out a curse, scrunching up his face and squirming underneath Hizashi in a half-hearted escape attempt.

Hizashi gasped in faux-offense. “Shouta, kitten, you’re accusing me of cheating?”

“Even more-so now,” Shouta ground out, refusing to give Hizashi the satisfaction of his ticklish laughter so easily.

“Why, kitten, I would never.”

Of course, the words were accompanied with Hizashi immediately darting forward and burying his face in Shouta’s sensitive neck, so clearly he wasn’t doing a very good job of defending his own actions. Shouta knew he should’ve grabbed his capture scarf off the hook in their bedroom that morning, just in case, because now without it, Shouta had nothing to block Hizashi from nibbling and nuzzling and huffing out breaths that unfortunately sent Shouta squealing.

Hizashi huffed a laugh against his neck, which certainly didn’t help Shouta’s predicament. “Wow, Sho. I think that’s a new record, huh?” He blew a quick raspberry against one of Shouta’s weak points. “That may be the fastest I ever got you to laugh, huh?”

Shouta had never been a man of many words, so he figured a simple “Fuck you!” would suffice as a reply.

But, Shouta realized, with Hizashi’s new focus on one of Shouta’s weaker points, his fingers were less focused and intense, fumbling and half-hearted as Hizashi sought out better reactions with new methods. Shouta had control of his arms again. And Hizashi had far more weak points than he did.

Shouta’s hands shot out, wrapping his arms around Hizashi’s back and rolling them over, scratching his fingers in-between Hizashi’s ribs as they went. Hizashi shrieked, barking out a loud laugh, tilting his head back with the force of it. Shouta shrugged his shoulders up to try and rub the remaining ticklish feeling away (and keep Hizashi from getting any more ideas).

“Not fair!” Hizashi cried out through his laughter.

Shouta raised an eyebrow. “Not fair? It wasn’t me who brought tickling into this, Zashi.”

Hizashi twisted underneath him, probably trying to get leverage to throw him off, but Shouta wouldn’t allow that. He pushed Hizashi back down, planting his legs firmly on either side of Hizashi’s hips, and finally enacted his true revenge. 

His fingers jumped from tickle spot to tickle spot, wiggling and spidering and scratching as swiftly as they could. Hizashi wailed in response, his laughter going near-hysterical as his senses were overloaded, not being able to keep up with how quickly Shouta was switching spots. His hands were always two steps behind in defense, never knowing where to jump next to stop Shouta.

It was a good thing Shouta knew how much he loved this. Otherwise he might actually feel bad about the tears of mirth slowly building up in Hizashi’s eyes.

And then the front door burst open, revealing their two children, both seemingly far too energetic for having been sloshing through slush and snow for the better part of an hour. Shouta halted in his attack, opening his mouth to greet them even as he started to remove himself from Hizashi’s waist, when he was tackled back to the ground himself. Shouta shot Hizashi a glare, wishing the kids were still outside so he could spit out a curse or two at being so sloppy in his own defense. Hizashi winked at him, then turned his beaming smile on their children.

“Hey, wanna see what Sho looks like when he really smiles?”

Maybe family tickle fights would become another one of their new Christmas traditions, after this year.

[burningablaze]

EraserMic Family - A Nice Monster

A/N: @made-by-jade-222 , you're my favorite writer and I’m so glad you're back. You made your stories feel so special and made me feel happy. My favorite stories that you used to write was EraserMic family and I really loved those stories so I thought up this fic that reminded me of you. Maybe when you get around and get a chance to read this, I want to let you know that you feel special to me 💖

Summary: Eri wakes up from a nightmare and runs to her daddy and papa. Aizawa and Yamada did everything they could to comfort their baby except for one method. A method that will always gets her to smile and ready to go back to sleep again.

Lers: Yamada and Aizawa

Lee: Eri

Words: 960

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Eri stirred in her sleep, her face contorted in fear. She murmured something unintelligible, and her body shook as if she was trying to escape something. It seemed that Eri was having a nightmare, her subconscious mind struggling with some unseen terror.

Suddenly, Eri awoke from her nightmare with a start. Tears began streaming down her face as she realized the dream's terror was not absolute. She felt overwhelmed with emotion and began to cry, her body shaking with each sob. She was filled with a sense of relief that it was only a dream, but the fear it had caused still lingered.

She quickly got off her bed and sprinted out of her room. She was eager to get to her dad and papa's room. Tears streamed down her face as she called out to her parents. “Daddy! Papa!” She shouted, her voice echoing down the hallway. She was eager to get to them, to be in their arms, and have them comfort her.

Eri burst into her parent's room and found Aizawa and Yamada sitting comfortably on the bed, seemingly minding their own business. Upon seeing Eri, they quickly dropped whatever they were doing and got worried, as she looked so scared.

“Eri, sweetheart, what happened?” Yamada asked. Eri began to cry again and ran up to their bed. She crashed into Aizawa’s arms and sobbed in his chest. He gently tried to comfort her, saying, “Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright, Eri. It’s okay.” His words seemed to have a calming effect on her, but she was still shaken up.

Aizawa asked, "What happened, Eri?" Eri wiped her face and sniffled before responding. "I had a really bad dream. You and Papa were gone. I thought something happened to you, and I got scared," She said.

Yamada frowned as he gently rubbed Eri's back. His voice was full of love and compassion as he spoke. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, honey. We love you so much, Eri, and we will never leave you. You are so important to us, and we will always be here for you."

He kissed Eri on the forehead and held her along with Aizawa until she stopped crying. With a final hug and a gentle smile, he let her go and looked into her eyes. “How’re you feeling?” Yamada asked.

“A little better,” Eri said. “Will you be able to go back to sleep tonight?” Aizawa asked. “I don’t know. I’m still scared.” Eri trembled. She was still afraid to go back to sleep after experiencing a dreadful dream.

Yamada snapped his fingers after he thought up of an idea. “How about we tell you a story about a monster who can protect you while you sleep?” He suggested. Eri tilted her side. “A monster?” “Yeah, and he’s a nice monster, too,” Aizawa added.

“What kind of monster?” Eri asked. Yamada gave her a sly smile. “It’s a special monster,” He said. “It only comes out when you’re really scared.” “Here,” Aizawa picked her up and adjusted Eri to lay on her back against his belly. “This kind of monster uses a special technique to get laughing if your sad.”

“What kind of monster is he, daddy?” Eri asked. “He’s the tickle monster!” Yamada shouted out of nowhere and started to tickle her sides, making her giggle. Eri squealed with laughter as Yamada tickled her. "Ehehehehehehehehe papahahahaha!" She said between laughs and curled her arms against her sides.

“And the tickle monster had decided to come to visit!” Aizawa joined his husband to tickle Eri. She wiggled side to side when she felt fingers fluttering against her belly.

“Ehehehehehehehe it tihihihihickles!” Eri squealed. “He tickles you under here,” Yamada tickled Eri under her arms. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“He tickles you over here,” Aizawa scratched her sides. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho!”

“He tickles you all sorts of places just to get you laughing and squirming all over the place until you feel all better!” Yamada taunted Eri as he continued to dug his fingers into her underarms.

“Papahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Eri kicked her legs and rolled around, filling the room with the sound of her sweet laughter.

Yamada gasped. “I know another good place to tickle!” He scooted down the bed and grabbed hold of one of Eri’s ankles. “Your cute little feet!”

“Not my feheheheet, papahahahaha!” She cried as she tried to pull her leg away from one of the tickle monsters, but the other tickle monster pulled her back down and tickled her tummy.

“You're not going anywhere, little miss! Not until I had my fill!” Aizawa said playfully. He kept her on his lap while Yamada skittered his fingers all over Eri’s foot. “Ehehehehehehehehe nohohohohoho! Daddyehehehe! Papahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Eri kicked her leg to get her papa to let go, but Yamada got a tight grip and tickled her toes. “Deliver the final blow, Shouta!” He encouraged. Aizawa smirked and lifted Eri’s pajama shirt to blow a deadly raspberry. His stubble made it worse.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DADDYEHEHEHE!” Eri shrieked and tried to push Aizawa’s head away, but it was no use. She didn’t have enough strength to make him stop, and he was a lot stronger than her.

After the two tickle monsters had enough of torturing their daughter, the three of them snuggled closely together. Eri gave a loud and long yawn. “Looks like our little sleepyhead is tired,” Yamada said as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. Aizawa yawned as well. “I hate contiguous yawns. Yeah, I’m tired as well. Eri can sleep with us for tonight.”

Eri had already fallen asleep before Aizawa noticed and turned off his lamp. “Hmph, goodnight, baby girl.” He and Yamada got comfortable in their bed and ensured Eri was safe and sound asleep.

[giggly-squiggily]

RUNNING SO FAST okay so I’ve been having cute erasermic withdrawals with sweet pea and always and forever (I just think ler mic loves teasing aizawa nonstop and Aizawa can’t take it fjdjdjdjdj)

AHH ERASERMIC MY FREAKING HEART! I haven't written for these two dads in a hot minute! I've gotcha covered, anon!

Sweet Pea: "Is this a bad spot?" & Always and Forever: "Look how red you are!"

Mic was as good at tickling as he was blonde.

And he was quite blonde.

“Oo, is this a bad spot?” He cooed, grinning from ear to ear as Aizawa tried sinking back into their bed, his death grip on Mic’s wrist all the more telling. “Does someone got a ticklish set of ribs? Does he? Huh? Does he?”

“Hhiihhi-Hihihihizahahahhaashi! Knoohohock thahahaht ohohohohf-gehahahhahah!” Aizawa snorted, his reluctant grin on full display as his husband stayed on that terrible spot. “Ihiiihih’m trihihihihiying to sleehehehehep!”

“Baby, it’s the morning! You’ve been sleeping all night AND some! The day’s young; let’s go and celebrate it!” He tossed himself over Aizawa’s prone body, raking his fingers up and down his torso and earning even more sleepy giggles from the other. “Come out from those blankets and embrace the day!”

If he could, the eraser hero would have retorted something rude, but then Mic found that terrible spot along his upper ribs and the only sound to come out of his mouth was wheezy laughter. “Bahhahahahahhabe, plehahahahahhse!”

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you!” The blonde cooed, pulling the blankets back and revealing Aizawa’s face to the morning sun. “Aww! Look how red you are! What a cutie!”

“Ahehahahahah!” With little resistance left, Aizawa swallowed his pride. “Ohoohohohkay! Ohoohohkay,you wiihihihn! Now stahhahhaap!”

Mic whooped, ending his tickles with one last pinch to his ribs. Gasping for air, Aizawa flopped back against the sheets. Mic was soon to follow, his hand lovingly brushing strands of black out of his husband's face. “Glad you’re seeing things my way, love.”

“Hm…sure we can’t stay like this?” He snuggled closer, leaning his head on Mic’s shoulder with a small purr as he played with his hair. “Surely no one would mind if we…”

A crash echoed down the hall; followed by a squeal. Shinsou’s cry of annoyance followed as Eri’s shriek melted into giggles.

Mic raised an amused eyebrow. Aizawa groaned, tossing a hand over his face.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go face the day.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[dabisbratz]

i think aizawa would love face sitting 🫣 i want to hear more of ur aizawa hcs

he would!! cause he doesn’t have to do much besides work his tongue n push you down!!

i think sho is rlly into free use, just bein able to grab you at any time n use you for some pent up release with grading papers or dealing with keeping his students safe.

appearance wise, i think sho has a streak of grey hair!!! it’s not centered or anything, it’s more by the nape of his neck n you’d honestly have to lift his hair up to see it, so only people who know him intimately n closely knows he has it!

even though he seems really tired n uninterested he’s literally the opposite. he catches on before most do, he can immediately tell when you’re upset but he never brings it up first, he needs to hear it from you.

speaking of… he loves hearing you repeat after him, might ask you who your holes belong to n he’s immediately waiting for you to respond, ‘belongs to you’, gets him goin every time!!

when he sleeps, if he’s not crammed in an uncomfortable position n cuddling you instead, his hand is wrapped around your throat. obviously he’s not choking you in his sleep, he does it subconsciously so you don’t end up out of his grasp): cutie!!

he could stare at you all day. all day!! so after he’s finished cumming inside you he tells you to hold yourself open, just watches his cum leak out n lovingly rubs circles over your entrance with his thumb like it’s the most romantic thing ever

the king of casual dominance. about to cross the street? he’s stopping you so he can check that it’s safe first. heading outside? he’s handing you an extra scarf. walking somewhere that could potentially be dangerous? he’s holding into the back of your neck n steering you forward, always walks behind you so you’re in his sights. want something? gotta say please!

he melts when you kiss his jaw. alternatively, if you’re ticklish n he kisses you, his stubble making you laugh makes him laugh too. his laugh is pretty quiet and honestly a little unsettling to onlookers but to you it’s sososo cute!!!

[ember-seren2010]

°•~~~~|Attitude|~~~~•°

TW:

•tickling and slightly swearing.

Lee:Shōta Aizawa.

Lee:Hizashi Yamada.

Summary: Aizawa and Hizashi were in bed from just waking up and Hizashi was getting an attitude from the sleepy grump. So he decided to teach him a lesson~.

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It was around 6:30am and Hizashi had woken up from the sound of his alarm. He turned the alarm off and turned to see Shōta still asleep.

He shook his husband's shoulder gently, enough to wake him up while not hurting him. Aizawa woke up and groaned, not sitting up or bothering to try and wake up. "Go away.." Shōta said, covering himself in the duvet.

Hizashi raised an eyebrow at him, "But you need to get up, Shō.." he replied, a little concerned. "I don't care..I'm tired..." Shōta exclaimed, a little annoyed that he had to get up.

Hizashi went from being concerned to Annoyed because of Shōta's attitude. "What's with the attitude, babe?"

Aizawa responded with a groan and ignored Hizashi's question. The blonde didn't like this one bit and pulled the duvet off of Aizawa. "Get up or you're getting it." He said, threatening the raven haired man.

"no.."

"why?"

"because I'm tired!"

-sigh- "fine have it your way."

Hizashi grabbed Aizawa's wrists and pinned them above his head. He used his free hand to slowly spider up his side, making Aizawa struggle to resist the ticklish sensations. "F**k off!" Aizawa said as he struggled under Hizashi's touch.

Hizashi sped up the tickling, knowing that Aizawa would give in eventually and apologise.

As soon as Aizawa felt this, he tugged at his wrists. "Haha! Wahait Hizashi noho!" The raven haired man giggled and twisted around.

"you gonna apologise? And maybe get up? Oh no let me rephrase that, You WILL get up." He said as he started squeezing his thighs, knowing it was his death spot.

"HIZASHI NOHOHO! I BEHEHEHEG! STOHOHOHOP I'M SOHOHORRY!" He replied quickly. Hizashi then stopped and waited for him to get up as he let go of his wrists.

Aizawa sat up and yawned, "Thanks, 'Zashi..I..I needed that.."

Later on, they got ready for work and headed out to U.A and Aizawa knew what would happen if he acted like he did again so decided not to.

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Thanks for reading! I know this is sudden but I thought I might as well since I was bored and had nothing else to do.. RAHHHH ITS SO BAD THOUGH...

😭😭

[thebest-medicine]

Tickletober 2024 Masterpost

(#augtickletober2024)

[read my tickletober 2024 fics on ao3]

3 down, 28 to go...

[tumblr fics and descriptions of what's to come linked below the cut]

Day 1: Anticipation - MHA - Midoriya, lee!Bakugo - ‘Black-Whipped’

Day 2: Chase - SPN - Dean, lee!Castiel - 'Catch-a-Cas'

Day 3: Prank - CR | campaign 2 - Fjord, lee!Mollymauk - 'Dirty, Rotten Tricks'

Day 4: Hide and Seek -

Day 5: Boo! - ASOUE | book 2 - Sunny, Violet, lee!Klaus

Day 6: Cuddles -

Day 7: Fidget -

Day 8: Nuzzles - RELIC | book 1 - Dalton, lee!Simon

Day 9: Wake Up! -

Day 10: Spidering -

Day 11: Hug -

Day 12: Mischief - CR | campaign 2 - Mollymauk, Jester

Day 13: Win - MHA - Bakugo, lee!Midoriya

Day 14: Lose -

Day 15: "Are You Ticklish?" -

Day 16: Cackle - MHA - Kirishima, lee!Bakugo

Day 17: Raspberries -

Day 18: Tickle Fight -

Day 19: Secret -

Day 20: Tease -

Day 21: Costume - CR | campaign 2 - Fjord, lee!Jester

Day 22: Role Reversal - CR | campaign 2 - Caleb, lee!Jester

Day 23: Sweet -

Day 24: Joke - MHA - Ms. Joke, lee!Aizawa

Day 25: New Discovery -

Day 26: Ticklish Kiss -

Day 27: Non-Human Parts -

Day 28: Spooked - MHA - Bakugo, lee!Kaminari

Day 29: Magic -

Day 30: Trick-or-Treat - CR | campaign 2 - Caleb, lee!Jester

Day 31: Aftercare -

[fumiyami]

FUMIKAGE TOKOYAMI

HEADCANONS!!

(or an excuse for me to dump all the thoughts my silly little critter mind thinks into your silly little critter mind!!)

1. autism!!! (I don’t have autism but I saw someone on tiktok headcanon him to be autistic so yeah!!!🤩🤩 if i’m not allowed to like headcanon him to have autism since I don’t have it then pls tell me!!)

2. dyslexia! (no specific reason for this just saw someone else headcanon him to have terrible spelling)

3. listens to mitski

4. dark shadow killed someone when they were both younger (possibly his grandad?) and it’s stuck with Fumi [like in that scene in Ep 44 roaring upheaval where when DS was going wild he said “get away from me!! you’ll die!!”☹️☹️]

5. he and dark shadow both had grudges against Hawks during the first week when they met him (birds hold grudges☺️☺️☺️)

6. gives crystals to those he likes (platonically or romantically your choice!!) like penguins do with rocks

7. HATES when someone ignores him. biggest ick ever (kinda canon cuz when Hawks ignored his phone calls and stuff during the vigilante arc and when izuku was just daydreaming about kacchan and accidentally ignored Fumi)

8. definitely got annoyed by class 1A (mostly Mina and Denki) once when he was eating chicken or something and they struck up a conversation about cannibalism (saw this in a fic I think??)

9. once got caught in his room doing a demon ritual (he revelled too much in the dark)

10. if he were looking for a romantic partner, he’d definitely go with someone who’s the complete opposite of him due to most birds liking shiny stuff (probably someone like Aoyama but I’m a multi-shipper so I’m fine with anything!!)

11. speaking about birds, most people think him to be a crow or a raven BUT he more resembles a Koel bird!! (thank you to someone on Tiktok who pointed this out, I will give you my liver☺️☺️)

12. I don’t have many headcanons for his parents but I imagine them to be..not the greatest people ever😰 (thought of this from when he mentioned in the school briefs how he’s never been to an amusement park before and I know that could be considered normal but hear me out u guys🤯🤯 I want my goth son to have angst)

13. favourite colour is purple, favourite number is 7 (I’m tweaking yall)

14. takes Halloween SO seriously (me too bro me too)

15. SOO ticklish but he vowed to take this fact to the grave (only dark shadow knows and they use it against him like “Fumikage if you don’t let me chew on Mr Aizawa’s scarf I’m telling everyone in class 1A that you’re ticklish”) OR SOMETHING

16. maladaptive daydreamer (I’m projecting with this one u guys!!)

17. knows the entire dance to Rock Lobster by The B-52’s on justdance unwillingly

18. his fav song changes a lot but at one point it was Goo Goo Muck by The Cramps

19. has to stop dark shadow from demanding pets from everyone in class 1A (it’s a daily routine)

20. knows a bunch of bird puns (blame the other silly bird man for this one😡😡)

21. won’t let anyone in his room UNLESS he’s super close to them (like how he tried to stop class 1A going into his room in the dorms episode)

22. (aged up Fumi for this one!!) the complete opposite when he’s drunk and/or high (like super chatty, energetic and giggly) is this realistic??? I haven’t been drunk or high before so idk😓

23. tolerates physical touch (like hugs and stuff) but only from those he’s super close to (or all might in that one episode!!)

24. the first time everyone in class 1A saw him without the choker on some of them (mina and denki and possibly Kirishima🤗🤗) asked him where his neck went..

25. absolutely knocked out when sick/feverish!! like incoherent mumbling, just super weak and dizzy and everything!! (I’ve been reading too much sickfics😰)

26. squawks involuntarily when caught super off guard and the first time it happened was in the class 1A dorms in front of everyone and he was so embarrassed he didn’t speak for a week

27. fluent in some random cool language (like Latin or something equally as cool!!😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎)

28. if he did have a human head then he’d dream of having every piercing on there as possible

29. has a mix of human hair and feathers so he’s gotta do like both brushing and washing it with shampoo and conditioner and stuff but also gotta preen with preening oil (birds naturally have that off of their tail feathers I think but like he doesn’t have a tail so😞)

30. you cannot tell me this man isn’t a writer like with the way he speaks it should be canon!! I can imagine him doing poems and stuff but also turning to other ways to write…(he makes sure no one in his life will ever know his AO3 username)

31. favourite sonic character is Shadow the hedgehog

32. stares outside and just zones out which resulted in the time he once accidentally spaced out while staring at someone (a character of your choice) and was so embarrassed after

33. speaking about embarrassment, he gets embarrassed super easy!!

34. is so painfully awkward around most tiny children (he’s warmed up to eri though after finding out they both have a shared love of apples)

35. sometimes cringes on what he says but knows he can’t take it back (it’s okay my son I’ll still platonically love you!!)

36. hates the fact that he’s been asked by people (TODOROKI.) if he’s Hawk’s brother or relative or something but hates it even more how Hawks barely denies it😡

37. gets his gothic mannerisms from both dark crystal (a pro hero who we can assume he idolises who is mentioned in the school briefs i think) but also a relative like an older sister!!

38. has crazy good intuition

39. is really surprised whenever someone mentions how cool or great dark shadow is since he never really heard that growing up (thank you Izuku!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

40. communication is SO important to him

41. finds it really hard to open up because of feeling like a birden (get it? “bird-en”? haha🙁🙁🙁)

42. he’s super close friends with mostly the heteromorphs of 1A like Koda, Shoji and Tsu but also friends with others who aren’t like Iida and Jirou

43. LOVES conspiracy theories

44. doesn’t cry often but when he does then you know it’s serious😞😞

45. HATES the fact that he has teeth (cuz it looks weird considering how he has a beak) so he’s vowed to never smile with his teeth

46. the type of person to say happy birthday the MOMENT it hits midnight on your birthday :))

47. used to be afraid of flying but made sure it wasn’t noticeable in front of Hawks

48. was genuinely surprised when he saw that the ones in 1A who saw dark shadow go wild didn’t like blame him or anything like how others have in the past🤯

49. dark shadow’s name is super simple because Fumikage had to pick it when they first manifested and since I can imagine he was super young when this happened he wasn’t very creative

50. whenever he and dark shadow play any type of board game together, he has to stop DS from eating the pieces when they’re losing

I got kinda unmotivated towards the end since I was so tired when I wrote all this but i’ll probably have more headcanons in the future!!🙀🙀🙀if y’all have any headcanons about him then please comment them cuz I always love hearing more!!