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kanene-yaaay · 1 year

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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.

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burningablaze · 1 year

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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.

#mha aizawa #mha yamada #mha eri #ler!aizawa #ler!yamada #lee!eri #ticklish!eri #mha tickle #mha tickle fic #mha tickle fanfic #mha tickle fanfiction #mha shouta aizawa #mha eraserhead #mha erasermic #mha hizashi yamada #mha present mic

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youngboy-lee · 1 year

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I KNOW FOR THE LEGS AND AMRS, IM JUt FUCKING TIRED SRY 💀

#lee!izuku #ler!aizawa #mha fanart #ticklish!midoriya #lee!midoriya #lee!deku #fatherson #my hero academia #parental aizawa #ler!eraserhead

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eunchancorner · 2 years

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Kami is the Tickle King! You’re honestly so awesome and I hope you know that! Whenever you have the motivation to write here’s something else I’ve been thinking about! Idk if you do writing for Erasermic Family (found family is the best thing ever, fight me ((not really lol))) but if you do I think the idea of Mic waking everybody up with really loud singing and then getting tickled to make him stop might be fun. If not then idk rn but I can send something else in if you want. :) Olive

Ooooo ok this is interesting. I don’t normally write for found family but ykw? Once can’t hurt. Also I feel like this is kinda revenge from that other EraserMic fic lol

Lers Aizawa, Shinsou, Eri, Lee Yamada

Warning: nothing.. I think. Idk I’m tired

Word count: 1055

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“WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE!!”

Aizawa jolted out of his sleep at the sudden sound of his husband’s voice blaring through the halls of their shared house, scared for a second until he realized it was just Yamada. The erasure hero sat up slowly as Mic’s voice kept booming within the walls, undoubtedly waking up Shinsou and Eri, too.

“Mic!” he called to the extremely loud blonde, with no answer. “Mic! Hizashi! Yamada! Idiot! Loudmouth!! SHUT UP!!” he kept calling out, still without a response. He was quickly growing annoyed. It was only 7 am on his ONE day off and he wanted nothing more than to sleep in, and he knew Shinsou probably had a similar idea.

He stood and stormed out of his room into the hall, where Mic was still singing loudly, and did the first thing that came to mind.

“SAVE ME FROM THE NOTHING I’VE BEC-EEHEHE!” Hizashi squealed as fingers dug into his sides from behind, nearly accidentally activating his quirk. Eri peeked her head out, looking up at the two. Aizawa was a little shocked at what he had chosen, but it was quickly replaced by a smirk.

“Hey, Shinsou!” the black-haired male called to their son’s room, and he peeked out, his eyes tired and looking a bit annoyed with all the noise.

“What?” he asked as he came fully out of his room, stopping as he saw them. “What’s going on..?”

“Want to help me show this nuisance what for?”

“HEY!” he chuckled a bit at Hizashi’s offended shout.

“Oh, yeah.. He might be my dad, but you don’t just wake someone up by singing Evanescence at 7 am,” Hitoshi said with a smirk.

“I’m surprised you know that,” muttered Hizashi.

“Eh, I listen to it sometimes.”

“Aren’t you two getting a little distracted?” Aizawa butted in, feeling a bit of satisfaction as Shinsou smirked a bit and Yamada started forcing down a smile, realizing his fate. Eri tilted her head as she came completely out, looking at her dads and brother, confused and curious.

“Right, we’ve got to teach dear ol’ dad here to not sing at 7 on the one day we can all sleep in,” Shinsou agreed.

“W-w-wait, I-I just want to s-spend the day togehether! C-can’t we talk about this?” the blonde attempted to reason, which got no reaction from the other two other than menacing chuckles that sent chills down his spine. “E-Eri, help!”

“I dunno…” the small girl finally spoke. “You were loud… I kinda wanna help them.’

“Oh come on!” Mic protested before yelping as he was pinned down. He looked up to see Aizawa sitting on his arms, smirking down at him, Shinsou hovering over his left side while Eri came into view on his right. He felt nervous giggles bubbling in his chest as the three loomed over him menacingly, his giggles only growing louder at one minor detail.

“What’s got you so giggly, dear? We’re not even tickling yet~” Aizawa asked his hubby.

“Y-youhu… you look upside down!” Hizashi giggled out, giggling louder at the faux-enraged yell by Shota.

“OH that is IT!” the ravenette belted before digging into Hizashi’s underarms, making him laugh even louder. The two kids took it as their signal and attacked their poor dad, Hitoshi digging into his sides while Eri squished his belly, making the blonde fall into loud laughter that nearly made him lose control of his quirk.

“WAHAHAHAIT! AHAHAHA NOHO I’M SOHOHOHORRYYYY!” Yamada begged immediately, causing the purple-haired teen beside him to laugh a bit.

“Jeez, Dad, you’d think a pro hero would last soo much longer.”

“SHUHUHUHUT- EEP!”

“That’s not nice, Papa!” Eri playfully scolded him, poking at his soft tum, causing him to squeak.

“I’ve never heard Dad squeak before, that’s new,” Shinsou noted.

“Oh you should have been around when we started dating. I’d poke his belly so much he sounded like an angry mouse. Ah, to be young again..” Aizawa briefly reminisced, his digging switching to fluttering that drove Yamada up the wall.

“IHI DIHIHID NAHAHAT!!” he tried to sound offended, though that’s kinda hard when you’re laughing your butt off.

“Oh you absolutely did, and I promise Nemuri can prove that. She would always get you to shut up whenever you started going on a rant about how ‘amazingly muscular’ you were. No matter how hard your abs get, your tummy is always gonna be soft.”

“And ticklish!” added Eri.

“And ticklish,” Aizawa agreed.

“SHUHUHUT!!”

“Ohh Dad, you should know to stop saying that,” Shinsou said as Aizawa pulled his hands away and cracked his fingers.

“Get him, Dad!!” Eri cheered as Shinsou and her pulled their hands away, and as Yamada slowly stopped giggling, he looked up at his dear husband, got a sudden understanding of what was happening and panicked.

“W-w-wait, Sho, y-you don’t have to do this!!” the blonde pleaded as his black-haired husband’s hands lowered towards his ribs and froze, just inches away from them. He locked eyes with Shouta, those glowing red irises a sure sign that at least he wasn’t going to hurt anyone with his quirk.

And then he struck.

Mic’s laugh was silent under the effect of Aizawa’s quirk, forcing his quirk to shut off, and giving a tiny nod as clearance for the other man. He was released, but the laugh that came out could rival his quirk. “SHOHOHOHOHO NAHAHA STAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!”

“Woah, Dad, I know you’re the voice hero but god!” Shinsou attempted to speak over the cackling. Eri giggled on Mic’s other side. “Yeah, Papa! You’re so loud!”

“You hear that, Zashi?” Aizawa spoke over his voice, “You need to quiet down~”

Yamada tried to answer, he really did, but it’s hard to speak when your husband is digging into your worst spot without mercy, especially when his voice is just so teasy that it made everything so much worse.

“PLEEEHEHEHEHE NAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAHA!! SHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAA!”

Finally, he gave a signal, stamping his foot on the floor, and finally, Shouta let up, pulling him into a hug, which was quickly joined by the two kids.

The poor blonde struggled to stop his giggle fit, mumbling around them as he tried to make sense of his own words, until he heard Eri speak up.

“Papa, this is why you don’t sing super early!”

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I’m done :>

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writer-and-lover · 2 years

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Day 2: Aizawa Shouta

A.N: tagging my writing friend @qtipcottonbuds

There's no sensible reason for Salem, a goddamned cement enforcer quirked man, to have been attacked and trapped by a fucking cement manipulating villain.

He's kicking and cussing, cursing both Heaven and Hell down to a ball. The villain would be shaking in fear if they hadn't played hookey and left poor raging Salem stuck inside the wall. Worst of all, his stupid uncontrollable quirk had to make the cement way stronger than before so now he couldn't break it down himself! His lower body was stuck inside the weird room that the villain had created, waist completely encased in thick, solid cement wall. No amount of kicking, clawing and pushing pulled Salem out of this stupid hole. He was just a construction worker for fuck's sake, why did the villain target him?!

"Salem?"

Oh right. His hero nemesis.

Salem groaned, praying that his kicking would hit the stupid sleep deprived teacher. Their fighting was stupid really, just a little accident that was made worse from their opposing attitudes and petty personalities. But now the only person able to help him would be Aizawa fucking Shouta.

"Listen here, snakehead, just pull me out."

"It's Eraserhead. Maybe you'd know if you stuck your head out the wall."

"Real funny coming from someone who looks like they haven't pulled their head out the sewer since the 90's."

Eraserhead tuts behind Samem, before putting a hand on his hip and squeezing the soft flesh there.

"You're acting real spoilt for someone who's very vulnerable right now, Salem."

Salem shudders at the tone, head bowing even though Eraserhead can't really see. The hand on his hip keeps groping him and Aizawa's other one slips under him. It makes a featherlight trail up his thighs and over his stomach before testing out how stuck Salem is to the wall. The touches to his clothed skin make Salem whine and squirm, ticklish and yet...

"I didn't know that heroes were allowed to touch up poor victims on patrol."

"They're not," grumbles Aizawa, "but you enjoy it, don't you?"

Salem bites his bottom lip, choosing to keep quiet.

Smack! "Answer me, Salem."

The hit is intense, radiating from his left asscheek and making Salem yelp in surprise. It's obvious that it wasn't Aizawa's full strength but it stings so bad that Salem can't help but kick his legs out.

"You seem to have forgotten your manners. Do I have to treat you like a little kid?"

The hands that had been on him shift to grab the waistline of Salem's tracksuit, pulling the garment down to his knees. Salem shouts in surprise and hides his face. The lack of underwear is laughable and Aizawa takes it in stride, smacking Salem's ass over and over. The tracksuit tangled at his legs prevent him from kicking out at Aizawa. All he can do is take each hit and hope that the hero doesn't look around at the dripping erection that Salem is sporting. Each hit gets harder and harder, until Salem can't do anything but cry and fidget.

By the time Aizawa finishes, his ass is bright red and very sore. His dick is leaking continuously onto the cement floor, creating a puddle at his feet.

"Dirty boy, you've made a mess."

Salem's snivelling is loud. He's shaking from head to toe, moaning in pain when Aizawa grabs his ass hard. Eraserhead's other hand feels out Salem's dick, kissing his teeth when he feels how hard it is.

"You really haven't learnt your lesson, have you?"

He wraps his hand around it.

"We'll just have to deal with this then."

#♡《.my.hero.academia.》♡#¤《.nsft.》¤#☆《.Kinktober.》☆#kinktober #MHA #BNHA #bnha aizawa #MHA aizawa #aizawa shouta #Eraserhead #Aizawa x make reader #BNHA x male reader

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 2 years

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Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)

Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA) by User 3234

The un-official part 3 of the MHA found family series. This fic makes a lot of references to the OG AU, so I figured I'd add it on as a third part. Somewhat canon, but not completely! Enjoy! Some fluff, marked with an asterisk*, tickles, or a combination of both. The chapters are somewhat connected, but not enough to where it's all one big story. Cupcakes means a short story, an ice cream bowl means a longer one.

Words: 36307, Chapters: 16/100, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Dad Might Moments

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina, Aoyama Yuuga, Shouji Mezou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Hagakure Tooru, Ojiro Mashirao, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Asui Tsuyu

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Class 1-A Shenanigans, Found Family, Fluff, Tickle Fights, Adorable, Tickles, Class 1-A as Family, Class 1-A Friendship, Friendship, MHA tickle fics, MHA fluff fics, erasermic, kiribaku, More Tags as I update, No Archive Warnings Apply, Koji Koda, Satou rikidou, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, iida tenya, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Alternate Universe, OOC, but not enough to where the characters are unrecognizable, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Life Lessons, Light Angst, Goofy kids, Tickling, Cute, pure fluff, Fun, Bonding, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, All of the things, gen, mha tickles, bnha tickles, my hero academia tickling, my hero academia tickles, My Hero Academia Fluff, MHA Fluff, Bnha fluff, ticklish, Sfw tickling, SFW tickles, Sweet, rare pairs

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39069231

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kiribaku #♡#Kiribaku #Erasermic·#Mina Ashido #💎#💥#👽#⚣#R:G #A:User #Dad Might #Fluff

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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 2 years

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Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA)

Tickles, Fluff, & Found Family (MHA) by User 3234

Words: 16748, Chapters: 8/100, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Dad Might Moments

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39069231

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♤#Erasermic·#Kiribaku #Izuku Midoriya #Mina Ashido #R:G #A:User #Dad Might #Fluff

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ao3feed-todoroki · 2 years

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Class 1A VS Funnybone

Class 1A VS Funnybone by arandomraven

Summary: Class 1a is brought to gym gamma for special training. Little do they know, their combat opponent is the tickling hero: Funnybone. [WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

In a lee mood for the first time in an eternity so take this. Might make art of Funnybone idk. I have a lot of other stuff to this fic that just didn't fit the narrative but I could add little oneshots to this to add to the story.

Words: 2867, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Additional Tags: Laughter, Tickling, Quirk Shenanigans, Original Character(s), its just the pro hero dont worry its not a self insert, Non-Consensual Tickling, Fluff, Ticklish Midoriya Izuku, Ticklish Bakugou Katsuki, ticklish todoroki

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42332718

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shouto #♠#Shouto Todoroki #Izuku Midoriya #Bakugou Katsuki #❄️🔥#R:G #A:Arandom #Fluff

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static-fanatic-1 · 4 years

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Masterlist

Prompt List

Hunter x Hunter:

Main Four:

Gon: Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Gon and Poly!Gon+Killua HC, Poly!Gon and Killua w/Escapist Darling,

Killua: Drabbles | 2 |

Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Killua and Poly!Gon+Killua HC, Poly!Gon and Killua w/Escapist Darling, Killua w/Assassin Darling,

Leorio: Emotionless Daughter HC, Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Poly!Kurapika and Leorio w/Escapist Darling, Leorio and Poly!Kurapika+Leorio HC, Poly!Kurapika Escapist S/O Now Nen User,

Kurapika: Drabbles | 13 | | Finds Darling at the Mall |

Stronger Yandere Rival HC, Darling Sends Nudes HC, Kurapika’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Kurta Survivor Darling, Emotionless Daughter HC, Annoyed Darling, Darling Having a Hysterectomy, Walks in on Darling, Poly!Illumi and Kurapika HC, Family HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Darling Disappears HC, Escapist Darling HC, Poly!Main Four HC, Poly!Kurapika and Leorio w/Escapist Darling, Kurapika and Poly!Kurapika+Leorio HC, Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Escapist Tricking Darling, Escapist Darling w/Youngest Child, Poly!Leorio Escapist S/O Now Nen User, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Kurapika w/Self-Harming Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume, OG Spider Darling,

Adult Trio + Glitter Rat:

Hisoka: Drabbles | 13 | | 49 |

Darling w/Teleporting Nen, Hisoka’s Type, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Gullible Darling, Poly!Adult!Trio w/Escapist Darling, Poly!Hisoka and Illumi w/Escapist Darling, Platonic HC, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Omegaverse (ABO) General HC,

Illumi: Drabbles | 44 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Darling w/Teleporting Nen, Illumi’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Darling w/Small Hands, Poly!Illumi and Kurapika HC, Cuddle HC, Poly!Adult!Trio w/Escapist Darling, Poly!Hisoka and Illumi w/Escapist Darling, Milluki and Illumi Sharing a Darling | Pt 2 HC | | Pt 3 |, Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Silva w/Illumi’s Darling, Plantoic HC, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume, Omegaverse (ABO) General HC,

Chrollo: Chrollo + PT | Teaser/Part 1 | Part 2 |

Drabbles | 27+32 | | 22 | | 40 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Darling w/Teleporting Nen, Chrollo’s Type, Darling Sad By Death, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, Illiterate Darling HC, Escapist Darling w/Three y/o, Kurta Survivor Darling, Gullible Darling, Vampire Darling, Darling Being Cute, Darling Focusing On Kullato HC, Cuddle HC, Poly!Adult!Trio w/Escapist Darling, No Nut November HC, Little Sister (Platonic), Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie, Darling in a Bunny Costume, Omegaverse (ABO) General HC,

Pariston: Drabbles | 46 |

Zoldyck:

Silva: Silva’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, Darling w/Small Hands, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Kikyo+Silva Share a Darling, Silva w/Illumi’s Darling, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Kikyo: General HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Kikyo+Silva Share a Darling, Platonic HC, Platonic Reader Accidentally Says Mom/Dad/Big Brother, Platonic Reader w/Southern Accent, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Milluki: Darling w/Small Hands, Milluki and Illumi Sharing a Darling | Pt 2 HC | | Pt 3 |, Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Kullato: General HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie

Alluka: Aged!Up General HC,

Greed Island:

Razor: Wearing Their Shirt HC,

Bisky: Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Phantom Troupe:

Uvogin: Tatooed | Pt 1 | | Pt 2 |

Drabbles | 22 | | 22 | | 27 | | 2 | | 32 |

Husband HC, Uvogin’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Wearing Their Shirt HC, Darling w/Small Hands, Gullible Darling, Poly!Uvo and Shal w/Artist Darling, Cuddle HC, Little Sister (Platonic),

Phinks: Drabbles | 17+19 | | 6 | | 36 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Blind Darling HC, Wearing Their Shirt HC, Darling w/Small Hands, General HC, Phinks’Type, Ticklish s/o,

Feitan: Drabbles | 39 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Feitan’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Blind Darling HC, General HC, No Nut November HC, Darling w/Tickle Kink, Escapist Tricking Darling, Sadistic Darling Wants Therapy, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie, Ticklish s/o,

Shalnark: Drabbles | Random | | 12 |

Darling Sends Nudes HC, Shalnark’s Type, Small Boobs HC, Poly!Uvo and Shal w/Artist Darling, Kidnapped (And Coming Along) Darling, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Escapist Tricking Darling,

Pakunoda: Darling Sends Nudes HC, Blind Darling HC, Little Sister (Platonic), Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Franklin: Darling w/Small Hands

Shizuku: Shisuku’s Type

Machi: Kidnapped (And Coming Along) Darling, Little Sister (Platonic),

Nobunaga: Drabbles | 21+15 |

York New:

Neon: Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Chimera Ants:

Meruem: Drabbles | 19 |

Dear Human | Pt 1 (NSFW)|

Would They Change Their Darling HC, Emotionless Daughter HC, Darling Disappears HC, Stronger Yandere Rival HC, Meruem HC, Extermination Team Darling

Shaiapouf: Shaia HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Darling w/Nen Wings, Poly!Pitou + Shaiapouf,

Methuthuyoupi: Darling w/Small Hands Youpi HC,

Neferpitou: Darling w/Small Hands, Pitou HC, Kidnapped (And Coming Along) Darling, Poly!Pitou + Shaiapouf,

Zazan: Zazan HC

Colt: Colt HC

Chimera Ant Queen: Chimera Ant Queen HC,

My Hero Academia:

Villains:

All For One: Sweet healer | Pt 1 (NSFW)|

League Of Villians:

Dabi: Dabi’s Type, Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Shigaraki: No Nut November HC, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Mr. Compress: Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Kurogiri: Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Shie Hassaikai:

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul): Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Hari Kurono (Chronostasis): Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Toya Setsuno: Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Clumsy Darling, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Upperclassmen:

Tamaki Amajiki (Suneater): Kidnaped (Coming Around) Darling, No Nut November HC, Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Pro Heroes:

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor): Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead): Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

All Might (Toshinori Yagi): Darling in a Bunny Costume,

Hawks: Seeing Darling in Lingerie,

Class 1-A:

Kirishima: Kinks Secret and Lingerie

Shinsou: Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling, Biggest Kinks + Dirty Secret + Favorite Lingerie,

Class 1-B:

Monoma: Kinks Secret and Lingerie, Winter/Christmas/Other Holidays w/Darling,

Mortal Kombat:

Outworld:

Kotal Kahn: Memories of a Kahn,

Shinnok: Then and Now,

Stand Alone Fan Fiction:

Stuck at a StandStill:

Prologue (Before We Begin), Chapter 1 (Three, Two, One, Begin), Chapter 2 (Test to Stay), Chapter 3 (Day Two),

Q and A:

Q/A:

Alpha and Omega, What I Write/Don’t Write, How Did I Get Into HxH and Writing, Is There Limit to The Amount Of Requests, Who is My Favorite HxH Character, Do I write LGBT+, Are Meek Readers Cliche, Want to Talk? Let’s Talk, Do I Write Character x Yandere!Reader, Do I write Au’s, A Little Writing Advice, How do I organize my asks, How far do I go with NSFW, What are my pronouns, What can you call me, Who I would probably befriend in HxH,

#Masterlist #yandere x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yander hxh #yandere mha #yandere bnha

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serenevenene · 3 years

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A Little

Aizawa Shota x Fukukado Emi | Eraserhead x Ms. Joke

DNI if you are a MINOR or TRIGGERED BY DARK CONTENT

Kinktober 2021 - Day 19

Shota had it all planned out. He would live his entire life as a dedicated teacher at UA, avoiding the media and avoiding any romantic relationships. Emi had other plans for him.

knismolagnia (tickle kink, not to be confused with gargalesis), little to no lead up, light bondage

Emi had Shota pinned down on her bed, his dick throbbing inside of her. This was their only opportunity to fuck. In just a few hours, they'd be reconvening with their students for an intensive training boot camp. When that happens, they'll be working non-stop until the following weekend. It didn't help that Shota feigned a cold demeanor towards her when they were in public.

"Eraser...loosen up a little and touch me more," she said, guiding his calloused hands to her hips. He looked up at her with his dark eyes, his expression unreadable. She sighed, knowing that his feelings were more apparent in his actions than his face. She closed her eyes and leaned back slightly, feeling his dick slip into her a little deeper as she did so. She focused on his hands, and how they gently caressed her body from her hips up to her breasts.

"I need more..." she whispered. Shota sat up, and reached for his binding cloth. Emi cocked an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing on her face. "I like the way you think."

Shota snaked the cloth behind Emi, who was now laying on the bed, pulling both ends on out from both sides. He kissed Emi' knee before he wrapped his binding cloth around it. He pushed her knee back, so it was bent right above her chest. He pulled the opposite side of the cloth taut, and wrapped Emi's other knee, securing the bind with a knot.

Shota took a second to admire the view before him. He admitted that she looked sexy, with her legs splayed out, exposing her vulnerable hole in front of him. Emi was usually so talkative, but now she was waiting in silent anticipation for his next move.

Emi's eyes widened as Shota pecked one of her ankles. Suddenly, she was sensitive all over. The sensation was light, and a little ticklish, but it's effect on her was noticeable. She wasn't expecting him to do something like this. He laid himself over her naked and splayed body, hovering his head over her neck. Emi could feel his breath on her skin. It was hot.

Shota ducked down, his lips lightly ghosting across her clavicle. He noticed Emi's body tense up in response, shivers moving down her spine. He felt his dick twitch when he heard her gasping for air. How could tickling her leave her so breathless?

The erasure hero looked up at Emi's face. Her eyes were glossed-over. She was open-mouth panting with a pained expression on her face. He wanted more of that face. He sat up again, his dick resting against her folds, teasing her. He could feel her pussy trying to clench around it.

Shota's fingers caressed the back of her thighs. She squirmed against him, unable to be still against his gentle technique. One hand made its way up to her foot. She shook her head violently at him. He ignored her, finding a good ticklish spot.

Emi struggled against Shota's tickling, feeling herself cream. She didn't understand why she liked this so much.

"S-shotaaa...I...can't..." Her hands were gripping at the bedsheets, knuckles white.

Shota tapped his dick on Emi's pretty pussy, threads of her slick sticking to him. He positioned his cock head with his hand, then with a full swing of his hips, he hilted, balls deep inside of the smile hero. With her legs bound out of the way, he was able to continuously penetrate deep into Emi's eager hole. His thrusting meeting little to no resistance.

Little gasps and moans left Emi's mouth with each of his jabs. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, but she couldn't. It didn't matter much, because she stopped thinking straight once he picked up the pace.

Emi's arms stretched out across the bed, grabbing at the sheets. "Shota! I'm close. I'm--!"

Using his full weight, he plunged his dick into Emi, earning him a squeal. He stayed buried deep within her, enjoying how her pussy convulsed, her cum gushing around his length.

When Emi calmed, Shota thrusted again. She looked at him, surprised at first, then reverted back to that dirty expression that got him horny.

Shota grunted as he came inside her, hands around her neck so he could tilt her face towards him for a kiss.

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Tags: @mintyrae

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kanene-yaaay · 2 years

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Lazy days and Shenanigans

Warnings: Raspberries, tickly kisses, nibbles, a few sentences of light making out (nothing v explicit), swearing, romantic relationship, Switch!Aizawa and Switch!Hizashi. About 4.000 words.

Kanene’s notes: HEELLOOO @a-fluffer-nutter ! Guess what! I am your squealing santa and ohhh gosh! I just can’t believe you chose such amazing ship fpor you prompt, I got so inspired >w<. I ended up not doing it on a Christmas scenario but I still hope it’s enjoyable! You were one of the first tickle blogs I found here on tumblr before creating my on blog and I wanted to say that your fanfics and your writing inspired me a lot!! Thank you so much. I hope you like this fic as much as I liked to write it.

Aw, look at them, being all silly and playfully affectionate <3.

Also, my biggest thanks to @ticklygiggles for hosting the Squealing Santa this year! It is such a fun event to participate!! Thank you! thank you! <3

[~*~]

There were a few sacred rules in the world.

"Hizashi." Aizawa couldn't help the way his low, rushed voice trembled, especially with the way his husband's smirk just grew bigger as he got closer, like a shark sensing his momentary weakness. "Hizashi, I am warning you. Don't you fucking dare."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Shou." Aizawa pressed his lips in a tight line as a single finger started to tease the sensitive skin behind his ear, giggles immediately beginning to fastly bubble inside his chest.

"I-I am gohoing to kill-" his threats came to a halt when a tickly kiss was delivered on his unprotected collarbone, a hint of a squeal almost escaping before being quickly swallowed by the stubborn one. “-you. Fuck.”

"Shouta! No death threats in front of the children. What kind of example do you want to set for them?" Hizashi quietly chastised, a huff of a fond chuckle on his tune, and that made everything so much worse, especially when his face was so close and every breath made shockwaves run freely across Shouta's spine directly to his nerves, leaving a trail of tingles behind. "Also, shhhh, be quiet! You don't want to wake up the babies, yeah?"

There were, indeed, a few sacred rules in the world. The ones that couldn't be broken without descending your very existence in a pit of torments and chaos. Aizawa Shouta was plenty aware of that, of the truly inmensurable pain he would bring upon himself if he wasn't careful, if he let Hizashi's soft, maddening touches and teases get the better of him.

Because, right now, he was stuck. Utterly and hopelessly stuck under the weight of two relaxed purring, warm cats who were contently sleeping on his lap, trusting their peaceful, careless rest to him, trusting that he would just stay still and definitely not move until their bright, shiny eyes opened and stared at him with the most pure and innocent gleam of hope and love and-

Another finger joined the assault of his ticklish ears, leading the other to use every fiber in his being to prevent himself from even squirming away from them.

-and Yamada Hizashi? Well, he was taking full advantage of that.

"Come ooon, Shouta, don't be greedy. Give me all that beautiful laughter from my favorite listener in the whole world, pleaseee? ~" The underground hero just shook his head, turning his flaming cheeks away from those bright green eyes full of mischief and endearment, ignoring the way they made butterflies shake their wings in excitement on his stomach and made a wobbly grin fight its way to his lips. "Now, now, hiding that sweet dashing smile, are we? Well, wouldn't it be a pity if that move left your sensitive, so sensitive neck even more vulnerable to my wiggly silly fingers?"

Just as the words left his mouth both hands changed their tracks to attack said spot with skillful wiggles and scribbles, running and tickling every inch of avaliable skin with precise, playful touches, years of relationship leaving them fully aware of each other's weak spots.

And no. Aizawa Shouta, the serious, cold and impassive underground hero didn’t just squeak, get out.

“Gyah! So cute!! Let’s see if I can make you do that again…”

"Shuhuhut it, 'Zahahashi!"

"Oh! my! god! I can't believe in my ears. Are those Shouta's giggles? One of the most melodious sounds in the entire world? The one song able to end wars and make DJs helplessly swoon? Ah, have pity! I can already feel my heartbeat faster…"

Aizawa was melting. He was sure of that. His whole face seemed to have been set on fire as teases and more teases dripped freely from his husband's lips. Maybe it was the position he found himself in (don’t move, for the cats, don’t move), or perhaps the unbearable tickles or even the way he could read and perceive - just like most of the blonde's feelings - all the love and those mushy feelings in between it filling every praise in Yamada's words as his nimble attacks fished more and more embarrassing sounds from his husband, but the dark haired one felt his usual calm façade crumbling and totally disappearing at each titter and snort, making his smiler bigger, his ears redder and his reactions stronger.

He thought about pushing the other away and turning the tables, however, the moment when they locked their gaze and he saw how much happiness shone on Yamada’s expression and a warm, cozy feeling flooded his chest? He was done. He would do anything to keep that gleam on the other’s face.

For a moment, he thought, maybe being under the voice hero's mercy wasn't such a bad thing.

“Maybe I can make them louder with some raspberries and nice kisses kisses here and there and everywhere. ~”

Fuck it.

His hands shoot to pry the offending fingers from his neck, his hair beginning to float and his eyes to prickle as his quirk was activated, a few reminiscent giggles still escaping and filling the room. He tried to scold his face into a threatening glare, and not being very successful on his task by the way Hizashi only grinned back, innocently batting his eyelashes at him.

"Blushing at holding hands? Aww, Shouta, it's like our teenage years all over again! You're just a true softie inside, aren't you?"

In a fast, firm gesture the black haired one tugged his hands, making the other lose his composure and stumble forward, their faces almost colliding, green eyes having no other option but to watch the intense fire burning in black ones.

"In just a few minutes, I am going to show you how much soft you can be." At the last part, Aizawa quickly sneaked a squeeze on Hizashi's side, his smirk growing even more dangerous when the blonde almost fell off the couch, shrieking. Their enlaced hands were the only thing keeping him there.

(That and his excitement, that giddy sensation, which only inched his body closer to his predicament.)

"Shh." Aizawa chastised, echoing the tease that started this whole scene. "Be quiet. Otherwise, they will wake up and the moment my legs are free again…" His voice got lower, almost as a purr, just like a feline getting ready to attack. "I am going to get you."

They stared at each other. Hizashi gulped. Nearby, the kitchen's clock ticked and bird sing-songed.

Hizashi was suddenly very aware of the situation he got himself in. (Not that he wouldn't do everything exactly the same if that meant seeing Aizawa's flustered smile all over again.) Things were simple and clear: He wouldn't survive if the cats woke up. He could, of course, listen to the screams of his survival instinct and run. However, Aizawa was quicker, and there was always the chance of him dashing first to their room and gathering his capture weapon, there would be no hope for the radio host, then.

He needed a plan.

Something bold. Something dangerous. Something that would probably worsen his fate but be too much fun to not not do, at the same time.

Shouta adjusted himself on his seat, just the barest of the moves, almost imperceptive if it wasn't for their proximity. The movement ended up attracting the gaze of his husband, who only now realized how the previous attack pulled the other's shirt up just enough for his belly to show.

Hm.

An idea emerged in his head.

A bad idea.

A very, very bad idea.

He looked at the cats dozing off, silently asking for their forgiveness.

"Hizashi, no" Aizawa warned, following his gaze, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "No. You're going to wake them up. You know what is going to happen if they wake up."

"It's the only way." He answered in, staring at his partner dramatically, voice shaking in fake sadness. "You left me with no other option."

"Don’t." Aizawa tried one more time, sucking his stomach instinctively as his husband approached the spot, still unable to move and escape the teasy lips getting closer and closer to their target. "Wait, fuck, no. Hizashi, wait, don't!"

"You either die a hero… or you live enough to see yourself become the villain." He took a deep breath in.

In a true desperate attempt of survival, Aizawa trashed his body to the other side at the last second. Blanket and Pillow yowled in protest and surprise, batting their paws at the silly adults before dashing away, probably to find a much calmer napping spot. Shouta, in his turn, was way too much preoccupied with the realization that his “defense move” actually made the raspberry lay perfectly on the spot right above his hips to feel properly guilt, everything else disappearing from his mind the moment that awful, maddening buzzing spread across his entire side, prying a loud guffaw from him.

“And look what we got here!” Hizashi was flooded with delight at the sound, his fingers being quick to dance all across the other’s sides in scribbles and scratches, keeping Shouta in stitches while he got his own breath back. “Aw, babe, if you reeeally wanted me to tickle-tickle-tickle your hips that bad all you needed was to ask! You know that I could never pass an opportunity to hear your awesome laughter and get my daily dose of Shouta’s cute blushy blush…” With his unfairly long nails he circled his hipbones, watching with a smile the wiggles and snorts that this caused. “Let’s see how much more beautiful sounds I can get from you, shall we?”

He took another deep breath, fingers clawing the back of the other’s ribs. Shouta shook his head, too lost in laughter to form any coherent sentence, arms trying to push his partner away, but being too weakened to truly prevent his ticklish fate.

The kitchen’s clock ticked again.

Hizashi attacked.

Guffaws, yelps and snickers mixed themselves with a low, already naturally horse laughter and floated together with excited coos and giggled teases all across the room during the next few minutes.

Eventually, the voice hero laid a smooch on each side of the raven haired hero’s torso before going forward and resting a longer kiss on Shouta’s lips, their residual giggly demeanor making it even more enjoyable. His fingers combed the black hair out of Aizawa’s face, smirking at the wobbly smile still plastered on it.

Aizawa rolled his eyes, not unkindly, and pulled him for another kiss.

The moment Hizashi felt hands twitch, starting to crawl on his waist, he jumped out of the couch, legs already carrying him through the house with the fastest speed he could muster, a nervous high pitched screech leaving his mouth as, not even a minute later, a quiet series of thumps - almost inaudible if you didn’t know what to look for - followed his fleeing actions, showing that Aizawa’s metabolism and recovery speed was truly enviable and said one wasn’t too much far away from his position.

It was exactly because of this that the second everything became quiet, all sorts of warning sirens rang inside Yamada’s head. A quick look behind him confirmed his fears: instead of the determined shine on his husband’s eyes or the playful smirk which always painted his face on domestic days like this, all he found was the door of their empty room, not even a trace that the underground hero had been chasing him.

“Shou?” He looked around, gaze flying to the top of their closet and bookshelf, knowing very well the other’s liking for high spots. “Babe? Darling? Love of my life? Light of my day? Can we just talk about that?”

He didn’t need to see Aizawa to imagine the way his mischievous grin would be growing at those words. He pouted. It was unfair how great the other was at attencipation.

(It was unfair how much his nerves tingled in excitement).

Then his phone rang.

He almost jumped out of his skin when the previously quiet house was filled with the joyful, loud ringtone of his device. His hands quickly shot to his pockets, instinctively investigating them and coming out empty before the memories of him checking his email on the couch an hour ago filled his brain.

An hour ago.

A few minutes right before he looked at his husband relaxing with both of their cats dozing out on his thighs and smirked at the mischievous idea that blossomed on his mind, deciding that everything was way too much calm for his liking and that nothing better than some of his husband’s uncontrollable laughter to fix that.

His phone went quiet for a second, ringtone being quick to pick up again. No other sound was heard.

The lack of chasing finally made sense. Hizashi mused, trying to make his footsteps as light as possible, eying his surroundings cautiously as he got closer from the living room. No need to run around after your prey when you know exactly where they will appear next.

His pout soon made another appearance when he finally found his phone, securly held by a very smug-looking Aizawa, who grinned at him right as he stopped by the door’s frame, joyful eyes looking right at the bottom of his soul.

“Not going to get it?” Shouta slightly shook the device. “It could be a very important call, you know.” His dark eyes flicked to the screen for a second before finding his gaze again. “Or it could be just Nemuri planning another crazy trip for our vacations that she will give up in less than one week.”

They stared at each other for some pieces of moment. Hizashi frowned half heartedly.

“You can pout all you want. It won’t stay in your face for too long anyway. ~”

In a light of the true meaning of the sacrifices you need to make when you’re a hero and a responsible adult, Hizashi walked to (his death) the waiting arms of his husband, blowing a raspberry at him in true show of commitment to adulthood, finally accepting the call.

“Hello?”

“Ah, hello, Yamada-san! I hope I did not call you in a bad time?”

“Yagi!” He turned at Aizawa, a bit at loss, receiving an equally confused frown. After the initial, quite strange, order that was to adapt the fact that he would be teaching together with All Might (“Like, it’s THE All Might, Shou! Can you even beliEVE-”), he and the other had gotten quite close, and, even though they exchanged numbers, none of them ever got to really use them. “Of course not, my very tall listener. Are you okay? Something happened? If you send your localization I can-”

“There is no need, there is no need!” The words stumbled quickly, cutting his rambles, followed by a muffled cough. “I am totally okay, I swear. Nemuri just told me you also had cats and I, uh, wondered if I could ask you a favor?”

‘No emergency. Everything is just peachy.’ He mouthed the words to Aizawa, giving him a thumbs up as he felt his muscles relaxing together with his husband’s relieved sigh.

“‘Also’? So do you happen to share a fair level of love for our feline friends, as well? Always thought of you as a dog person, Yagi!”

“Hehe.” It was impressive how the radio host was able to picture the other scratching the back of his head at this moment, smiling sheepishly at his words. “I am afraid I no longer hold all the necessary energy a puppy would need, even with my soft spot for them.”

Hizashi was still deciding if he should make a pun about how old that sentence made the Symbol of Peace sound or dramatically reassure him while loudly complaining about how old that sentence made the Symbol of Peace sound when a couple of fingers vibrating on his bottom ribs almost made him open a hole on the ceiling before his quirk was erased, resulting, instead, of a mix of a half high pitched and half strangled noise to flee from his lips.

He turned to Aizawa, eyes wide, betrayal shining crystal clear on them.

‘No.’ He mouthed.

His husband, the fucking traitor, only smirked back, his fingers twitching on their place, slowly - awfully, horribly - worming their way to his armpits, each step being careful and mindful to apply just enough pressure to fish one barely-surpressed squeal after the other. Hizashi tried to block his attacks, huffs of laughter escaping from his lips while his mind tried to focus enough to not laugh, not let his wobbly legs fail under his weight and push those devilish, persistent fingertips away.

“That must be so difficult for you.” Aizawa’s teasing was barely a breath, so quiet that if their gazes weren’t locked in a half-heartedly glare battle, he wouldn’t notice his mouth moving. “Being so helplessly ticklish like this, having to hold all of your laughter inside as you feel the tickles getting closer and closer and closer to your worst tickle spot while you can’t do anything to stop them. It must suck to be you.”

He shook his head, clutching his phone while distancing himself from it, one hand flying to cover his mouth just in time to hide a loud snort. His body continued to squirm around, totally unsuccessful in prying the curious hands away as Shouta just followed him with little to no effort, looking as if they both were moving a weird dance. “Stop!” He wheezed.

“Sorry, could you repeat yourself, Yamada-san?”

Oh, right. Shit, Yagi was still on the phone.

“No-O-othing.” He couldn’t help the squeak that painted his tune, words flooding from his lips in a hurry to disguise his slip, even if his mind was so clouded that all the coherent sentences seemed to run further and further away from his grip. “Nothing, really! I, huh, I just saw a- a… thing! Yeah, yeah, a thing and I thought it was another, uh, t-t-thing…” Aizawa stopped pinching his highest ribs to rest a finger on his lips in a ‘shhh’ gesture, silently snickering under his breath.

Oh, he was so on cleaning the litter box duty for a whole month.

“So, yeah! Ha! It scared me!” Trying to be more convincing, the voice hero aimed for an awkward chuckle and got more of a breathless sea of bubbly giggles, all of his ribs still tingling with phantom touches. Dang it! “That's why I was squealing, of course.”

“I see.” Yagi’s voice seemed to sound mildly amused, but maybe it was only his imagination playing tricks on him. “Then, I won’t take too much of your time anymore.” Hizashi tried, in vain, to bap Shouta away when he approached again in another attack, indignantly yelping at the other’s fast dodges and almost failing in stopping himself from whining when they managed to rest them on his armpits, nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin there, making his face scrunch on that adorable happy face he always did when his death spot was targeted. Aizawa grunted. His partner had no right to be as cute as he was.

Yagi continued. “So, about my question, will you be able to do it? It’s totally fine if you can’t, too!”

Aizawa adjusted his offending hands so his thumbs would be laying on his pits while his other fingers drummed on his back, restless, impatiently.

He was running out of time.

“You’re a pro hero, aren’t you? Take this as an endurance test, let’s see how much time it takes for me to break you.”

“Yeah! Of course, you can count on mEEE-” Suddenly, the (lovely) bastard that he called a husband got tired of waiting and simply drummed on his tickle spots, skillful fingers wiggling and scribbling on his shoulder blades, leading to his back to arch involuntarily and sending his uncontrollable squirms directly to the thumbs digging unmercifully on his armpits. “OKAYYAGIITSEEYOULATERBYE!”

Hizashi, actually, had no idea if any of his words sounded more than a high pitched shriek. He immediately turned off his phone and threw it on the general direction of their couch, unable to do more than focus on the way which Shouta’s chuckles sent shocking shivers down his neck as the raven haired hero pulled him closer, holding him in a firm, absurdly tickly embrace as his legs gave up and the blonde - amidst kicks, half-squeals and half-pleas - began to be slowly lowered to the ground.

“No! Love! Darling! Kitten!” Hizashi trashed, wiggled and squirmed in a dance of total incoordination, his arms torn between pushing the offending hands away and hiding the crackles which began to paint his usual loud laughter behind his palms. “Bad kitten! Bahahad kitten!”

Aizawa squeezed his side, huffing a chuckle and immediately cutting the other’s teasy protest.

He decided to not be very nice, then.

“That is a very bad spot, isn’t it?” Aizawa tsked when his partner nodded, momentarily lost in a sea of giggles the moment the black haired hero started to nuzzle his neck, a big smile taking over his face. “That must be so difficult for you… to have someone who knows all of your weak spots attacking them and transforming you into a cute, silly mess of laughter until I am satisfied… I wonder when that will happen.”

“I can’t. I can’t! Sho!” Squeal. Giggle. Giggle. Giggle. “No teasing, you mean!”

“You want me to stop the teasing but not the tickling?” Aizawa turned his touch softer, part to keep their house free of holes caused by quirk accidents, and part because the voice hero needed a break from the surprise attack on such sensitive spots. Meanwhile, he decided to scratch Hizashi’s lower back, drowning in the flow of snickers and chuckles that such action resulted in. “Honestly, Hizashi, you could at least try to make a better job of hiding how much you like this.” Aizawa hummed, enjoying the way it made his partner jump and try to scrunch his neck. “But, I can’t say I am disappointed.”

Yamada didn’t bother with an answer, instead twisting his body enough so he would be able to kiss the other, trailing a path of giggly pecks all across his jawline before capturing his lips, his wobbly smile growing bigger at the slight quirk of Aizawa’s lips with his attics.

Aizawa’s hands stopped to tickle him only to pull him even closer, trailing his sides in an explosion of warm and Shouta and good that leaded all his muscles to melt, humming softly - and a bit smugly that his distraction plan worked, if he was being honest - when they parted lips to breathe.

They kissed again. Aizawa’s hands went higher and higher and-

-And then Hizashi broke the kiss with a wheezed squeak, his bubbly, crackling laughter starting all over again, body trashing and squirming as his hands tried to reach the offending fingers kneading the back of his ribs. A new sea of random, endearing nicknames escaping from his mouth and doing nothing to placate the evil grin on his partner’s face.

“Shou!! No! Mean! Not again! Shou!”

“What? You thought you could just give me a few kisses and then you would be out of the hook to plan a new attack?” Shouta pushed his shirt up, lowering his head and beginning to distribute nimbles and kisses at every inch of ticklish skin on the blond’s belly, happy with the way the spot under his lips shook with the loud, uncontrollable laughter. Hizashi kicked again, using all his willpower to hug himself and not push the playful attention away, squeaky sounds one more time filling the air.

“Don’t worry, ‘Zashi. We will be staying here for a long time…”

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giggly-squiggily · 3 years

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No More Pouting! (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! I can’t stop with the MHA content, I’m sorry! butnotreally I’ve just been loving the series so much! My next few fics will be requests, I promise! X3

Anyway, this particular fic is based off of This TikTok The idea of Aizawa pouting when he’s mad is so cute to me, I just can’t- MY HEART!

It’s also based off These prompts! I saw them and thought they were so dang cute!!! Anyway, I hope you like it!

Aizawa was mad at him.

But was he really though-oh! Oh yeah...he was mad.

The tired teacher was currently sitting on the couch, arms crossed and slumped back in his seat, glaring viciously into space. It would have been a more intimidating sight had his lips not formed that adorable pout he always seemed to dawn when angry.

Hizashi peeked over the couch, pulling at his gloved fingers as he tried to gauge just how angry his husband was at him. When he got home, he didn’t get a welcome back, not that he expected one from him today.

Taking a deep breath, the blonde man shuffled over so he was standing beside his husband, kneeling so they were eye level. Yep, still pouting. Still angry. “Shouta...H-Hey baby…” The brunette’s eyes briefly looked at him before going back to angrily staring. Good, he’s at least acknowledging him. Hizashi put on his best puppy eyes, bowing his head slightly to add to the effect. “I’m sorry Shouta...I didn’t mean to keep you up all night. I was just so nervous about the radio show, and you know how I get-” He paused, taking a breath. No excuses. “Please forgive me?”

There was a brief moment of silence before Aizawa’s eyes shifted to Hizashi again. When he looked away once more, his tense posture relaxing slowly. “Fine...I forgive you. For now.” Hizashi’s eyes lit up, and he quickly scrambled into his husband’s lap with a laugh. “Oh yeah! I won’t make you regret it!”

“I already do...” Aizawa grumbled, blushing slightly when Hizashi kissed his cheek. He was still pouting though. “Aww, are you still mad at me?” He nuzzled his husband’s cheek with his nose, wrapping his arms around the brunette’s thin torso. “Come on, now. You know you love me.” Aizawa turned away, pout still in place. Hizashi chuckled, hands moving back so they sat on his husband’s waist. “Come on, say you love me.” He teased, wiggling his fingers oh so gently.

Aizawa startled, hands uncrossing to latch onto Hizashi’s. “M-Mic! Don’t you d-dare…” he stammered, those pouting lips starting to flatten with a restrained smile. Hizashi grinned, keeping his tickly touch incredibly light. “Aww, are you done pouting? I was just enjoying it! You’re so cute when you pout Shouta!” The brunette blushed even more, his lips quirking into a reluctant smile. Between Hizashi’s teasing and tickling, he’d be done for soon enough. “M-Mic! Stahap!” He yelped when his husband's hands shot upward, targeting that awful spot along his top rib, just beneath his armpits.

“GAH! Ehahhahehahhahahhhaa! H-Hihhihihhiihizahhiiihiihihihi!” The somber man couldn’t hold back the bursts of laughter now, squirming in vain beneath his grinning husband. “Hehehe! There it is! While I love that adorable pout of yours, Shouta, nothing beats the sweet sound of your laugh! Say you love me!” The energetic blonde laughed, fingers speeding up to draw out all those sweet sounds.

“Hehehahhahahhahahahha! H-Hhihiihihiihhizashshshshi! Pleehehehehehahshhshshse!” Aizawa guffawed, sinking deeper into the couch and attempting to hide his flushed face beneath his scarf. It would have worked, had Hizashi not dived in after him, nuzzling his neck and kissing the sensitive skin, making Aizawa squeak. “Aww! You’re still as ticklish as you were when we were kids! I love it! I also love you, my darling eraserhead!” Hizashi teased into his ear, making Aizawa somehow more flustered. Grinning, the blonde pulled back, letting one hand fall to Aizawa’s leg. “Speaking of, if I recall correctly…”

Aizawa barely had time to catch his breath before he full-body spasmed, throwing his head back as loud guffaws escaped his lips, Hizashi’s hand latched onto his thigh, squeezing the muscles. “GAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! MIHIHIIHIHIC NHOOHOHOHOHOHO!” He cried, trying in vain to pull off the blonde’s strong claw grip. “Hehe, still your worst spot, eh, Shouta? You know; Hitoshi had the same reaction when I tickled him. I wonder if it’s a father-son thing?” He laughed along with his cackling husband, playing his leg like a mini guitar.

“AHAHHAHHAHAHAHA! OHOHOOHKAY! OHOHOHOKAY! I GIHIHIHIVE!” Finally, after what felt like forever, Aizawa finally gave in. Hizashi released his leg, turning back around and facing his flustered, breathless husband. “You give in? Yay! So, what is it?” He teased, running his fingers gently against the brunette’s sides once more, earning a stream of giggles. “Ahehehahhaha! Ohhohokay! Ohoohohokay Ihihihi lohohohohove yohohoohhu!” Hizashi smiled at this, finally stopping his tickle attack. “Aww! See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

The brunette rolled his eyes, falling back into the couch with an exhausted sigh. “Hehe...heh...you’re tohoho much…” He got out, letting the blonde reach up and wipe the tears of mirth off his cheeks. “I know, and you love every bit of it.”

Aizawa glared halfheartedly, though his lips didn’t get a chance to pout before Hizashi swept in, stealing them into a kiss. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against Aizawa’s, running his thumb against his cheek. “I love you.”

The tired man sighed, though he was smiling now. “I love you too.” Suddenly his eyes turned red, his quirk activated. “Though I’d love you more after I get my revenge!” With that, he leapt onto his husband, fingers flying, filling the room around them with bright, cackly laughter once more.

I hope this was good! Thanks for reading!

#mha/bnha #erasermic #implied erasermic family #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic #eraserhead #tickle #tickle fic #Lee!aizawa #ler!hizashi #I adore these two so much!

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august-anon · 3 years

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Maaaybeee Lee!Aizawa & Ler!Mic and 47? Thaankys! >w<

Yeah yeah bud, coming right up!!! And thanks for being patient and waiting on this, I know i took FOREVER lol

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47. “Just come down… I promise I won’t do anything. ”

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Lounge Day

Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Mic

Word Count: 934 words

Summary: Shouta had made it rather clear how he wanted the day to go, but what fun was that without a chase?

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Shouta barely payed attention to where he was running. There were footsteps thudding behind him, growing ever closer, and he didn’t have time to consider his next course of action. He maneuvered solely based on autopilot, not even daring to glance behind him to check on his pursuer.

Of course, that all proved to be a mistake when Shouta found himself trapped in a dead-end. Why had his auto-pilot drawn him into the kitchen, of all places? Left with nowhere to hide and no ideas left, Shouta flew forward and scrambled up onto the refrigerator with barely a moment to spare. He felt his attacker’s fingers just barely graze the hem of his shirt as he pulled himself up.

Hizashi laughed from the floor. “Shou, come on! Really?”

Shouta grumbled, huddling back in the furthest corner on the fridge. He wished he had his capture scarf on him, then he could use it to fight back or restrain Hizashi while he made another break for it. Unfortunately, Shouta was left feeling bare and bereft in his lounge clothes, having been preparing for a lazy day at home with his husband.

But that person standing in the middle of their kitchen, that was not Shouta’s husband. No, they may have shared the same face, the same body, even the same smell, but that was not Hizashi on the floor.

That was the Tickle Monster.

“Just come down,” Hizashi goaded, reaching out a hand as if offering to help Shouta off the fridge. “I promise I won’t do anything.”

“Liar,” Shouta said.

Hizashi stepped closer to the fridge. “Oh, come on, like you weren’t asking for it. Stretching out your tickle spots all perfectly for me to see, putting your feet in my lap. You’re wearing shorts, Shou-babe.”

A traitorous heat rose to Shouta’s cheeks. Okay, maybe he had been trying to goad Hizashi into it. Maybe he had been trying to tease Hizashi by stretching out just right for his shirt to raise up and show his tummy. Maybe he had worn shorts than conveniently left his sensitive thighs vulnerable. Maybe he had placed his feet in Hizashi’s lap as a taunt, a dare, to do what they both wanted him to do.

But what was the fun in all of that without a good chase to finish things off?

Hizashi sighed. “Hey, Shouta. If I read this wrong, if you really don’t want this, say the word and we’ll go back to our movie, okay? No strings attached, no secret attacks, just cuddles and cookies and a movie we’ll eventually stop paying attention to so we can make out.”

While that didn’t necessarily sound like a bad day in, in fact, it sounded nearly-perfect, it wasn’t what Shouta had in mind for that day. Shouta didn’t move from his place on the fridge, and he resolutely kept his mouth shut.

After a few moments, Hizashi spoke up again, this time his tone far more sly, “Or maybe, the grumpy cat needs to be teased off the fridge and into my tickly arms. What do you say, Shouta?”

Shouta shifted a little where he sat, but he didn’t reply.

“Alright, if we’re not gonna do cuddles and a movie, here’s how I think the day should go. I think I’ll carry you back to the couch and sit you in my lap, and I’ll wrap my arms around you so you can’t get away. And then I’ll make you stay quiet while I tickle you and we watch a movie.

I’ll start at your sides. They’re not the most ticklish, but they definitely get you squirming. And then I’ll trick you into thinking I’m moving up to your ribs, but then my hands will jump down to your knees and I’ll blow little raspberries on your neck--”

Shouta’s face was on fire at this point. His pulse was sky-rocketing and his stomach was filled his anticipatory butterflies. It was embarassing how easily Hizashi could get him into this state. The powerful, stoic Eraserhead, reduced to nothing but a flustered puddle with just a few words.

“Then I’ll just barely tease your thighs with the tips of my fingers, making you so scared that I’m going in for the kill so soon, but I’ll pull back. I’ll spider and skritch up and down your ribs until you’re squealing, but of course I won’t have mercy. Because that’s not what you want, is it, Shou?”

Shouta whimpered, hiding his face. It wasn’t fair how well Hizashi knew him.

“And then I’ll move onto that cute little tummy of yours. It hides all the sweetest giggles, doesn’t it? I’ll make sure to tickle it all over, not one sensitive spot left untouched--”

That was it. Shouta wasn’t going to sit here and listen to Hizashi describe his torment to him when he could be living it. Slowly, carefully, anxiously, Shouta slid off the fridge and onto the floor, standing in front of Hizashi. Hizashi, for his part, looked far too smug.

“Looks like I was right, grumpy cat.”

And apparently, Hizashi wasn’t even going to wait until they were back to the couch. He pulled Shouta into his arms and started scratching at his shoulder blades without any warning, leaving Shouta to clutch frantically at his shirt and smother his laugh in Hizashi’s neck.

“A little taste of the rest of your day, for you,” Hizashi murmured into his ear before placing a gentle kiss there, and even that tickled.

Shouta had really dug his own grave with this one. He couldn’t find it in himself to mind.

#tickle fic #My writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #bnha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #erasermic

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starksvixen · 3 years

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(LTI) Chapter 2: Bullshit Secrets

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Summary: Memories of Aizawa haunt you ever since you came to face with him after nearly a decade apart. However, the space between you that was once there continues to grow. You demand answers. He gives you none.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x f!Reader (Illusionaire)

Quirk: Mind reading and projection

Rating: 18+, minors do not interact

Warnings: Graphic fight scenes, intense angst (this will continue to be updated as the series moves along.)

Taglist: Open

A/N: Memories are in italics. There is intense angst in this chapter with no resolution. You have been warned, Aizawa is portrayed as a bit of an asshole in this chapter (even though he isn't).

Soft squeezes around your middle and long hair tickling your face wakes you up before the sun has even risen. With a soft yawn, you turn and look up at Shouta, somewhat awake, the ghosts of dark circles framing his eyes.

"Is there a reason you woke me up so early?" you mumble.

"Hmph," he says as he lays on his back again, your head resting against his chest. "We have our provisional licensing exam today, darling. Starts bright and early."

"Did you have to remind me?"

A soft chuckle makes your head bounce up and down subtly, a soft kiss pressed to your hairline that makes you stretch against him.

"Thought you would've preferred this than me trying to wake you up later."

"How thoughtful of you," you mumble tiredly.

Gentle fingers dance across your exposed side, making you giggle and squirm from the ticklish feeling.

"Okay, okay! You're right."

His tickles slowly stop, a peaceful sigh leaving his lips. Like an invisible force, you're drawn to him. Into his loving yet tired stare. Into the arms that had already protected you countless times.

Gently, you tuck his hair behind his ear, letting your thumb trail across his cheek lightly. Slowly, he leans down towards you, his nose nudging your own to the side before his lips meet yours. Soft, slow, everything you didn't know you needed. The warm fuzzy feeling reaches your toes as your heart picks up its pace.

A soft pull drags your lips away from his, but not too far as you feel them against yours again like a tickle as he speaks once again.

"I love you,"

A simple three-word gesture. That's all you needed to know you were okay. You were safe within his arms.

"I love you too,"

Where had that man gone?

The one that promised to always be by your side, only to cast you aside like trash. The one that made you feel protected all those years, only to leave you at your most vulnerable.

Where had the Shouta you knew a decade ago gone?

You thought you would never get your answer.

A new day always brings new challenges. That phrase Aizawa had shared with you years ago still sticks to you despite the sting of his betrayal. And today was no different.

Not only had Bakugou once again tried to kill Midoriya during training, but Aizawa thought it would be interesting to add his protege into the mix. Your entire training session with Class 1A was productive chaos. Never had you met another hero like you, and yet there was Shinso, your next challenge.

While your powers differed, they were all the same. You could tap into the mind, read the greatest dreams and fears, project them. And of course...you had your hidden move. One you only showed to other heroes. And only Shouta himself knew how deadly it was...

Shinso on the other hand, he tapped into the consciousness through verbal pathways. All you needed was eye contact. However, once your quirk is activated, you need to speak to keep them in your spell. This gave Shinso the upper hand, breaking out of your quirk and using his own.

A mental tug of war took up most of the training session, one that had the rest of the class at the edge of their seats. Despite Aizawa's outward disinterest, he was just as tense.

It left the class begging for more, asking to see if their homeroom teacher could beat their trainer. Both of you quickly refused, ending the class with the same commanding glare.

That's how you ended up here, alone in the training gym with the one man you despised, glaring at you like you were the problem.

"Your quirk doesn't turn me to stone so stop glaring," you say as you cross your arms.

"Why didn't you take the challenge?" he asks blankly, his hands still resting in his pockets.

"Why didn't you?"

"I have to set the example,"

"Well so do I. Just admit it, you're chicken. You cut me off so you have no idea what I can do now, you don't want to lose in front of your students."

"I would never lose to some faux hero like you,"

"Faux hero? Who's the one hiding behind four walls of a school instead of living up to their potential?"

"And how's that potential for you? A pro hero who couldn't even save her own brother,"

You take a step back, salty tears pushing at your eyelids, threatening to spill despite your best attempts.

Memories flood through you, that day. How you watched Sasaki sustain his injuries after Overhaul broke your trance. How he died with his hand in yours, asking you to give him a good dream before he goes.

"At least I did something with my life, Eraserhead. At least I'm not a bitter man who has nothing better to do than berate their ex."

And with that, you left.

You left the dojo, the school, all the way back to the dorms. All of the students were gathered in the common area enjoying dinner together, even Bakugou was enjoying himself. But it all flew in one ear and out the other as you quickly entered your room and shut the door.

Stripping out of your training wear and tying your hair into a tight bun, you adorned your hero outfit. Tight black suit with even darker armour adorning the chest, shoulders, knees and elbows. A slot on your chest armour is filled with the belt of the sheath that holds your weapon of choice, your hood making its way over your head to accommodate the accessory. Fingerless gloves and combat boots finish the fit as you pull a wide case off the shelf of your closet.

Laying it gently on your bed, you hear a click of something opening. Prodding around the room, you found one of the consciouses you had yet to break, Shoto Todoroki's.

"Shoto...shouldn't you be enjoying time with your class?"

"I'm sorry, sensei. But I saw a look on your face...one I'm all too familiar with."

Turning towards the boy, you see the concern under his steely expression. With a soft smile, you wave him over. As he walks in, he cranes his neck to look at the katanas that lay among the silk in its case.

"This was the last thing my brother, Nighteye, ever gifted me before he died. I had just passed my training as a samurai, and he surprised me with these katanas."

"They're quite beautiful,"

"I'd have to agree, Todoroki,"

Picking up the metal handles with ease, you slip them into the sheaths in your back. You walk over to the window and quickly open it. Jumping onto the window sill, you take a moment to look at the boy one last time.

"I know you have a troubled past. But not all trauma has scars. Not all trauma needs to be told,"

Slipping on the other end of your window, you jump up and climb your way to the roof, using the creeping darkness to cloak you.

As the night progressed, you caught lots of thugs, car thieves, the usual from your earlier days of night patrol. It seems like every major call you tried to answer had been resolved by the time you got there.

So, you settled on the roof of a building, coffee in hand and a horrible convenience store sandwich in the other, waiting for another call.

A fury of scarves and a blink of yellow lands beside you, making you audibly sigh.

"Haven't you tortured me enough for one day?" you ask.

"Like you haven't been doing the same to me?" Aizawa retorts as he takes his goggles off.

Turning to him, your eyes go completely white as you poke at his consciousness.

"It wasn't my choice to leave me on the UA grounds on graduation day..."

With a harsh scoff and the shake of your head, your eyes return to normal as you instead direct your glare to the watery coffee. An uncomfortable silence barely settles when you finally ask:

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you break up with me in the first place?"

Slowly, you look toward the raven-haired man, watching his face for any tell, any clue. He took way too long to answer.

"I knew we were going to break up anyways after you said you were going to be training as a samurai."

"Bullshit."

Aizawa turns slightly towards you, a look of shock exploding in his eyes.

"Tell me the truth..."

"It's not that simple, (Y/N)-"

"Then why don't we make it simple, huh?! Were you playing me the entire time?"

A sigh reverberates from deep within his chest.

"No."

"Did I do something to upset you, wrong you?"

"No..."

"Did you even love me?"

Another long silence.

"No."

Another punch to the chest, but you wouldn't let it show. You swallow every emotion bubbling to the surface, the heartbreak threatening to show itself and rip your surroundings apart.

Gripping onto your lukewarm coffee, you throw it directly at his head before standing up, jumping into the darkness below. As fast as your legs could take you, you run through the alleys all the way back to UA.

Once in the safety of your room, you rip your hood off as uncontrollable tears burn across your cold cheeks.

Your heartbreak was mixed with suspicion, the silence between answers unsettling to you. No matter your thoughts, your emotions took center stage.

With a scream of frustration, you throw a katana straight through the wall without a second thought. Right into Aizawa's room.

"Fucking great," you mumble.

Yanking the blade from the drywall, you placed both of them back in their case. With your katanas and suit off, tucked away safely, you crawled into bed, ready to sleep the pain away.

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For The Sake Of Better Times (Ler Hawks/Lee Dabi)

This has been a long time coming bruh. Hope you like it Eevee my heart and soul was poured into this. Love you and everything that you do <3

When you see big bad villains on TV or on the big screen, you usually see them in the midst of an incredible battle. Guns blaring, fiery explosions, big declarations of their victory over the hero. All of these big productions of turning the world into something that fits their own worldview, even if that worldview is broken and demented. One often wonders what's going on behind the mind of someone who has that worldview; one who sees a perfectly fine place as disgusting and corrupt. Because they've been through the disgusting and corrupt, and they know that not everyone's glass walls have been shattered as theirs has. The big explosions and wide killing sprees and wild maniacal laughter of a textbook villain is nothing compared to the wild currents blurring their mind and storming their heart.

The League of Villains, a villain organization made up of powerful quirk abusers and double agents had no current agenda as of today. Most of the patrons that made up the alliance were residing in their hideout, a hollowed-out building that was restored to resemble a bar service. One of the villains that participated in the League, Dabi, occupied a bar stool and watched the latest news intently from the flat screen in the corner of the room.

A new interrogation method against villains was being proposed by the Hero Commission, the spokesperson reported, an interrogation method that would take a sensitivity-heightening quirk and develop it into a mass-produced serum. This serum, once administered, would take the subjects five senses and heighten them to make nearly any stimuli incredibly uncomfortable. Using this, tools and extra manpower would be unnecessary seeing as how the subject would be sensitive to almost anything that would be thrown at them.

Dabi rolled his lidded eyes at this. What a pathetic way of saying that the Hero Commission couldn't handle the enemies as they came, they had to power them down as well as they could to get the upper hand. Taking advantage of the villain's five senses just for interrogation purposes seemed inhumane. Another patron to the League of Villains, Himiko Toga, didn't have the same reaction to this news, however.

"Ehehehee!~ Doesn't that sound so thrilling, Dabi-Kun? Being unable to resist anything the interrogators decide to do to your unwilling body, whether you liked it or not? What if the interrogator is cute, all of your forced reactions will be the product of their actions against you! Ooooh, my heart is pounding!~" Toga smiled dreamily and twirled around like a princess, although Dabi didn't know any princesses who wielded knives with dried blood crusted over the blade. Toga threw herself onto Dabi's shoulders and pinched the spikes that his onyx hair naturally made when it was tousled like this.

"Say you agree with me, Dabi-Kun~ We can be freaks together!" Toga's voice dropped to a seductive mutter in Dabi's ear, but this had no effect on him. The villain wasn't attracted to girls like Toga, or girls of any nature, now that he was finding out. He was about to reply, surprisingly, before he felt a finger slide down his side. He felt the pressure end at the top of his hip, but to this, he only gazed at Toga's hand to make sure the blonde villain didn't pull anything. Toga visibly pouted when the male villain didn't give her the reaction she wanted.

"Dabi-Kun! You're not ticklish? Why nooot? No tickles for big bad Blueflame?" Toga's fingers started to wriggle over Dabi's left side, but he simply watched. Watching the fingers slide over his cotton shirt made a memory flashbang in his mind, but the vision soon slid away once he thought about it. The bored villain slapped away his partner's hand and signaled the barkeep, Kurogiri, for a drink.

"I don't have time for kid games like those." He said simply. This caught the attention of a certain personality in the room, a personality that not everyone was excited to see, but his presence was necessary nevertheless. The number two hero on the Pro Hero Charts, Keigo Takami, or Hawks, peered up above the couch he was seated on to get a glimpse of the onyx villain. The double agent's amber eyes shone in the dim lighting as something that the villain said piqued his interest.

"Oh boo. You and Shiggy-Kun aren't ticklish like I want you to be. This place would be so much cuter if you were! Maybe I can steal a few of those serums from the Hero Commission and turn you into my little-" Toga daydreamed out loud, but a swooshing sound interrupted behind her, like a pile of feathers were thrown onto a chair. In a sense, they were. The double agent Hawks had selected a barstool to sit in next to Dabi, which Dabi groaned at. Hawks gave Toga a warm smile despite their different lines of profession.

"Himiko, Shig-Man needs to see ya in his office. Said it was urgent, and you know he hates to wait. Maybe he overheard your serum idea and wants to play a prank on Twice." At this, Toga swooned and gave a girlish squeal of excitement.

"Oh, how exciting! I already know the table I want to strap him into!~" The blonde villain skipped out of the room, humming a sweet song despite her knife scraping up the plaster on the walls as she ran past. Hawks watched her leave and shook his head, turning back to see Kurogiri handing Dabi his drink.

"So, Staples, when you say that you don't have time for certain kid games, what exactly are those kid games? Are you saying that you played different games when you were a kid?" Dabi threw the conniving man a sideways glance as he finished the sip of his darkly colored drink.

"Staples? The hell kinda name is that? It's Dabi, and nothing more. Secondly, you don't get to know the kid games I played when I was younger. Because I didn't play any of them." Dabi's tone was quiet but forceful. Sometimes that was scarier than being loud and upfront. Hawks, or Keigo, drummed his fingers over the wooden barkeep. Dabi's response didn't scare him, not this time anyway; it riled him up. His crimson wings were puffed up and clearly agitated like an upset bird.

"So what did you do over the course of your childhood then? You didn't pop up in the gutter at 24 years old and just start blowing shit up." Keigo was needling for something; he didn't know what it was exactly, he just wanted to get any indication that Dabi had been happy at least once in his life. Maybe happy with a childhood friend-

"Let it alone before I turn you into a burnt chicken wing," Dabi growled and shoved his barstool back to stalk out of the room. Kurogiri watched silently. Keigo's left leg bounced as he thought up an idea to look inside Dabi's past. There was something that the blonde hero was looking for, and maybe with enough pressure, Dabi would give it up. Keigo sniffed and looked up to the television, the Pro Hero Eraserhead speaking on the panel about the developments of the sensitivity-heightening serum.

"-serum is now being trial-tested against our own strongest participants. This project will put an end to cruel and unusual interrogation methods. The Hero Commission recognizes that these villains are wicked, yes, but they still deserve to be treated with a level of dignity and respect that these new developing methods will offer. Thank you very much for your time." The tired hero stood from his chair and bowed towards the reporters who were all asking their questions at once. Keigo's wings suddenly perked up with an incredible idea.

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"Yeah, Shig said he wanted us in the conference room. Something about this sensitivity-heightening serum has him rubbed the wrong way." Keigo relayed onto Dabi, who was walking right next to the conniving hero. The hero's heart was racing. Two days after the incident at the bar, the number two hero had pulled some strings with the scientists creating the serum and had them form it into a gas. He had them make it under confidential means. It was the chloroform gas that was the hard part to set up-

"Whatever it is, let's get done with it. I got shit to do." So short and to the point with him. Keigo was jealous of Dabi's straightforward demeanor. Alright, the room was almost here. Just a little bit further before Dabi realized that they were needed in the conference room that was on the other side of the building.

The golden double agent and the onyx villain walked into a decontamination hallway, the doors on either side locking and bolting shut. Dabi looked visibly confused before it was replaced with his usual bored expression. The villain turned to the hero for an explanation. Keigo shrugged nonchalantly.

"You know the boss. Every precaution is not nearly enough..." Dabi had turned his back on the hero as he narrowed his eyes towards the chambers that held the decontaminating spray. There were black nozzles screwed onto the chambers that hadn't been there before. Dabi's cyan eyes flew open as a thin vapor began to seep into the chamber. Keigo had just clamped a mask over his own mouth and nose as Dabi was already losing consciousness, his knees striking the floor and his hands sending out small defensive flames. Keigo relished a quick moment of pride as he watched the hardened villain choke on the powerful gas, his head already rolling to the side in defeat.

The hero knelt down beside Dabi and held his cheek; the insane murderer looking almost innocent in his peaceful rest. "Poor Dabi. You'll realize soon enough that I'm doing you a favor. You and I both need to find out what happened to Touya Todoroki.."

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The room was cold, freezing even, as if the cold air were needles sticking into his skin. He was too aware of his surroundings even with his eyes closed; the biting leather strapped over his arms and legs, his soft cotton shirt now a lead weight on his chest, his soft aerodynamic hair now a dense mat on his forehead. It was incredibly bizarre and uncomfortable; it was like he was feeling everything all at once. And not just feeling; The dim lights in the room were bright enough to him that they stabbed into his shut eyes, he could taste the acrid gas that had knocked him out on his tongue despite it being hours since that had happened, the low buzzing of the generator outside of this holding cell was a high enough frequency to give him a headache. The skin stitched between his scarred skin and pale skin were like live wires sparking against his nerves.

"Sensory overload, must be absolute hell. I can't imagine what it must feel like. Then again I'm not really interested in finding out. Oh, and don't try to get yourself out with your flames. Not only will it hurt like hell against your sensitive skin, but your quirk has been canceled out anyway. I totally didn't have some guests over while you were konked to help me set this up...and take pictures of you." The voice that was speaking to Dabi sounded like he was fighting back a laugh. It was also damn loud and obnoxious, more so than with this sensitivity-heightening serum coursing through his veins.

Dabi's lidded eyes opened with a furiousness in his pupils so honest that Keigo swallowed nervously. Dabi had his arms strapped outward on either side of him, his palms face up and clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Leather straps were pulled tight over his biceps, forearms, and wrists. A belt laid dangling by the side of the table in case his midsection needed restraint, and his legs were held down at his thighs, above his knees and his ankles. Keigo couldn't help but look him over a few times; the villain looked like he was made just to be on this table and in these restraints.

"Let. Me. Out. Before I set your skeleton on fire." Dabi growled, and pulled on the restraints. They were tight and unforgiving, no wiggling room here. Whatever was in that serum also made sure to sap him of his strength; the once strong villain felt as if he were made of liquid. Keigo shook his head and tsked, walking over to place a hand on Dabi's belly. The hero's light hand felt like a five-pound weight on the sensitive villain. Dabi watched the hero's every move, although it didn't feel like nearly enough to prepare him for what was to come.

"Tsk tsk, little blueflame. You really think I'd set you free after everything I've done to get you here? Not to mention," Keigo's luminous golden eyes looked up to Dabi's cyan ones, a hardened seriousness in the pupils, "that you're a convicted child abductor." Keigo removed his hand from Dabi's chest, and Dabi took in a deep breath once Keigo had looked away. The villain felt as if a weight had been removed from his chest. This serum was horribly effective; it almost made him sick.

Keigo turned back to Dabi and cracked his knuckles. Dabi started to sweat; he had no idea just how elevated his nerve endings were and how they would receive everything, but he felt like all of his nerves were standing on the edge of his skin, just underneath the surface. Despite his anxiety, Dabi cleared his throat and shook his head.

"I'm no child abductor. That brat from UA was Shigaraki's project. I knew the kid was bad news from the start." His voice came out evenly, thank God. But this didn't convince Hawks. Keigo walked back over to Dabi and inspected his restraints. The fun must be about to start, Dabi involuntarily thought in his head. He took choppy breathes, wondering what torture would be first on the docket.

"Nah ah ah, not Bakugou. I'm talking about Touya Todoroki. He's been missing for about 10 years now. He came from a loving family with siblings and friends alike...but he suddenly disappeared. And you were the last one to have been seen around him." Dabi's heart flipped at the name. He didn't know why, he's never heard the name before. But something settled in his stomach like a fluttering of butterfly wings. Keigo placed his hands flat on the table on either side of Dabi, the warmth of his skin was even felt against Dabi's hypersensitive nerves.

"You're gonna tell me what you did to Touya Todoroki, even if I have to force you." Dabi looked at Keigo like he was a crazy person. He's never taken a kid named Touya, but his body felt like it remembered the name even if his brain didn't. Dabi cleared his throat and hardened himself before looking back up at Keigo.

"Whatever you do won't get the truth. You have the wrong guy, and even if I did have any idea what you're talking about, I wouldn't give you shit." Keigo chuckled darkly at this and set his bare fingers up to Dabi's triceps and traced along the muscled lines in his skin. Keigo hardened his own expression, flat gold disks looking into even blue plains, and smirked at Dabi's immediate reaction. The villain had twitched and jolted in his chair, his fists balling up and his muscles flexing underneath the leather straps.

"We'll see about that. Oh-ho-ho, we'll see." The blonde hero kept his smirk on his face as Dabi tried to worm away from the alien sensations; Keigo lightly tracing his fingers underneath the villain's twitching arms. Dabi hasn't felt a sensation this light in years; he's completely forgotten anything could feel so gentle and tingly.

"Ya know Stitches, this sensitivity-heightening quirk caught my eye for a reason. The scientists who developed it reported that nerves the subject thought had gone dormant years ago were suddenly reawakened, like the kindles of a dying fire bursting into bright flames in a split second." Dabi's fingers knuckled, his breath hitching as Keigo's fingers skittered nearest to his open armpits, but scuttled back at the last second. Dabi shuddered and let out his breath silently. Keigo however, soaked in every delicious reaction with a sadistic hunger.

"At first I thought, "There's no way hardened lowlife criminals could be so sensitive to such small stimulus. Bright lights, loud music, gross smells-" Keigo took both of his pointer fingers and circled them around the outer rim of Dabi's armpits, which made Dabi's eyes fly open and suck in his breath. The damn tingles were climbing in his arms and fluttering in his chest, like there was a swarm of butterflies caged in behind his ribs. "-light touches~ Oh don't tell me these light touches are doing anything for you, are they? They're already drawing out such animated expressions from the most stoic man I've ever seen stalk this earth."

Dabi's stomach was jumping, like he was going uphill on a rollercoaster, just waiting for the descent. The onyx villain's fingers relaxed, however, once Keigo drew his own fingers away from the sensitive spot. Keigo quirked his lips and held his chin, in a thinking pose before the restrained criminal. The blonde hero resembled a butcher standing over a cow carcass, wondering which part of the animal he was gonna slice up first. Dabi swallowed in a dry throat as he chose his words cautiously. As he opened his mouth to speak, Keigo pointed a finger to the ceiling as he thought up what he wanted to say with a delighted grin on his face.

"Of course. There just so happens to be a word for this phenomenon, these light touches that feel like they're taking over your body~" Keigo suddenly swooped in close to Dabi and layered all ten of his fingers onto Dabi's raised individual ribs. Dabi's eyes stared right into the double agent's unreadable expression as the fingers started to press in.

"It's called 'tickling', the kid games that you were dissing earlier. Looks like we have all the time in the world to play them now, right little blueflame? And you're just sensitive enough to enjoy them this time with me~" Keigo's fingers shook into Dabi's ribs, each finger taking up a bone and vibrating into it. Dabi winced instinctively, but instead of pain, he found maddening consistent tingles. Ungracefully, the villain let out a snort and started letting out frantic giggles. His muscled arms pulling on the restraints and his legs hitched up to try and curl into a ball.

"Pffmmt- H-Hahahawks! S-Stohohop thihihis nahahahaow!" Deep baritone laughs rumbled out from Dabi's chest without his consent. There was no restraining or trying to keep back his giggles. Keigo's fingers were like lead weights scribbling on his hypersensitive skin. Keigo had a proud look on his face; he was half-expecting for something like this to simply not work on Dabi. But it seemed the exact opposite was true. This was working a little TOO well; with the hardened criminals face bright and squinted in a look of happiness.

"Mmhmm... If you wanna tell me what happened to Touya Todoroki, I'd be more than happy to help you. On the other hand, though, it looks like you're missing some ribs there, kid. Wouldn't want ya walking around with half an empty ribcage, now would we~" Keigo narrowed his eyes with a smirk on his face as he started from the top of Dabi's ribcage and made sure to scritch each bone and count loudly enough for the villain to hear.

"Ooone...twooo...threee-" "Keihehehego stohohohop!" "Mmmm...I don't think 'stop' is an acceptable number, I'll have to start aaaall the way back at the top~" With Dabi's arms spread on either side of him, every time he bucked to rid himself of the sensation just pushed the hero's lead fingers into his sensitive skin. His skin felt as if Keigo's fingers were actually about to reach inside of him and count the bare bones of his skeleton.

The blonde hero took a moment, stilling his fingers, to watch Dabi's reactions to his stimulus. A bright smile infused with mirth was spread across his face; his eyes already glittering over with tears, and his fluffy hair crowned his head to make him look like a bashful giggling kid. His cheeks were dusted over with a light pink from all his hard chuckles. Keigo bit his tongue to keep back the truth; he wanted to blurt it all out for Dabi so they could hurry up and reminisce together.

The hero covered up his torture stopping by becoming all business and suddenly gripping Dabi's chin to force him to look up into his golden eyes. Dabi was woozy from his lack of oxygen, a dumb smile still plastered across his face. It made Hawks' heart do kickflips, but he couldn't speak to that now.

"Touya Todoroki was declared a missing person 10 years ago on October 25th, 2010. What did you do with him? Is he still alive? When is his birthday?" Keigo threw all of these questions at once at the dumbfounded villain. The villain tried to jerk his head out from the hero's grip but the hero held on tight.

"I told you already you fucking dumbass birdbrain! I never abducted any kid! The squirt probably got hit by a train or was bullied to death by some bastard schoolkids!" That last yelp of desperation left his chest without him realizing what he said. Bullied to death....bullied? Something about that doesn't feel right. Like...it's true. Maybe the kid was bullied. It's almost as if... I've experienced it-

Dabi's thoughts were suddenly scattered with his own bouncing cackles; Hawks' fingers gripping his slender sides and squeezing into them. Hawks made sure to hold onto his bottom ribs and taze them while his thumbs squished into the criminal's skin. Dabi jerked on his leather restraints as the cords of his neck stood out on the surface of his skin from his insane laughter.

"GAHAHAHAD!! STAHAHAHAP!! I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOW SHIHIHIT!! I SWEHEHEAR!!' The criminal's eyes screwed shut tightly in his laughter, the vibrations so deep and pronounced that it felt like it was inside of him. Dabi's knees pulled up and slammed back down on the table in an attempt to do anything to get out of this situation, but his restraints were too tight. Keigo had a VERY amused look on his face at this recent development.

"Swearing already?~ That's cause for celebration, isn't it? Bravo to our modern scientists for creating something so malicious that it made our hardened criminal swear within the first five minutes~ Although, it doesn't answer my question. Where is Touya Todoroki? What color is his hair? What outfit was he wearing on the day you captured him?" Keigo threw nonsense questions at Dabi to see how he would react to them. Of course, Keigo already knew all of the answers, in part anyway, but he wanted to see how this villain would crack under the pressure. The hero's fingers vibrated in Dabi's lowest ribs as his thumbs massaged in two places on his lean belly. Keigo tried not to look for too long at the villain's contracting abs.

Dabi's limbs were restless in their quest to try and weasel their way out of this situation; his legs and arms squirming and wrestling against the restraints. Dabi's fists balled up to try and fight the maddening tingling sensations, and his hips bucked up like the bronco he was only to slam down on the table once more. Keigo felt like he was tickling the riding bull you find in dive bars and the like.

"I SAHAHAID I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOW THE FUHUHUCKING KID!! YOU GAHAHAHA!-" Dabi's deep rumbling laughter soon turned into high pitched hysterical giggles. Keigo's crimson wings had accidentally fluttered over the criminal's belly as he had shifted in his place. Keigo looked back at his magnificent wings and soon had a horrible look shadow over his face. The hero's fingers stilled once more as he plucked a feather out from his own wing. Dabi's cyan eyes were rolled to the back of his head as he laid limp on the table; his mouth open and sucking in as much oxygen as possible.

"I don't think that's gonna cut it, Patches. I want real answers, not this tippy-toe bullshit you keep pulling on me. I'm gonna get what I'm looking for even if it means I have to kill you." His voice was deep and serious enough for Dabi to perk up and look at him. Dabi didn't care about dying; he even welcomed it at this point just to get out of this damn table. Dabi turned sharply towards his collarbone and coughed into his shoulder. A regular cough wouldn't hurt unless it was a virus, but Dabi's hyper-sensitive insides made this cough burn up his parched throat. The villain looked back with a newfound seriousness and tried not to look too terrified at the slim wiggling feather in the hero's hand.

"Ask the multiple personalities dude or the blonde psycho bitch! They're always up to some random bullshit that doesn't involve me. I only live by Stain's ideologies and live up to the expectations to make the future he wanted to be realized. Child abduction isn't gonna make that future happen!" Even Dabi could hear the desperation in his own voice; he wanted to kill Hawks for making him so vulnerable. Especially while the hero was looking down at him with that damn lazy smirk, like this was all too amusing for him.

Keigo took a long breath and twirled the feather in between his fingers; his lips quirked in that thinking look once more. Dabi's eyes couldn't tear away from the hypnotizing piece of tickling equipment. The blonde hero could tell that Dabi was getting shrill, and distraught at that. He was getting there; with just a little more pushing Keigo could possibly unlock Dabi's memories and make him see that HE was Touya Todoroki himself. That's what all of this was.

"Mmmm... not convinced. Sorry, when it comes to child abduction cases like these, pointing fingers won't help when I know YOU'RE the child abductor. Just a matter of time until you wanna admit it to me. But hey, at least it's fun torture and not a messy one, right? A few things I have to do before we get started up again though-" Keigo stepped forward and tucked his feather in the crest of Dabi's ear like he was holding a pencil there.

"Hold onto that for a second," Keigo said simply as he lifted Dabi's thin cotton shirt and lifted it up over his head.

"As soon as I get out of these restraints, you're bones are gonna be liquefied inside of your damn disgusting body." Dabi hissed, while Keigo wasn't paying attention to that and staring directly at Dabi's impressive toned six-pack. Dabi followed Keigo's gaze and blushed deeply at the realization. Keigo suddenly snapped out of it and reanimated himself.

"Oh, well, in that case. I'll just put more on you so that doesn't have to happen!" Keigo flashed Dabi a squinted smile and took the straps that lay on either side of Dabi's hips. Keigo pulled on the leather belt tightly so now his midsection couldn't buck in any direction. The belt also helped pull Dabi's diamond navel taut. Dabi's belly and entire torso were unmarked with his scars; the scars only curving over his sides and disappearing under his pants. Keigo also noted that Dabi's hips were deep and indented, like someone pressed their thumbs into them. They must be really warm and hopefully very sensitive at this rate-

Keigo cleared his throat and stole back his feather with a wink while he was face to face with Dabi, to which Dabi attempted to headbutt the birdman. It was then that Dabi realized that with the belt now strapped just above his belly button, any wiggling room that he had before had just evaporated.

"Realizing just how fucked you are? And the effects of the serum don't start depleting until the victim's body has cooled down. The victim's body cooldown tells the serum that the job has been finished and the Hero's have the information they're looking for. Until then, it lasts as long as it needs to." After Keigo's helpful explanation, Dabi then noticed just how hot his body actually was, like he was running a high fever. Which meant that the serum was probably running at it's highest potent capacity to keep him horribly hyper-sensitive to any and all touches. Keigo watched the realization play over Dabi's face as he stepped forward and started circling his wiggly feather over Dabi's belly button.

Dabi jerked immediately and clamped his teeth down to prevent any giggles from slipping out. Keigo watched with a newfound sadistic hunger; he watched with the sudden drive to make this man shout his lungs out and regret ever forgetting about his childhood best friend.

"This can all stop if you just tell me where the kid is. Just give me a location and I'll send the heroes on their way. I got a phone right here. I got heroes at my disposal. We're just waiting on you, Patchwork." Keigo continued to circle and even started sweeping his feather across Dabi's strip of belly like he was dusting a piece of furniture.

Dabi shook his head and kept his laughter caged in his chest. The single feather was so tingly that he wanted to crawl out of his skin. "I mmph- I t-tohold yohou! I- grrmmph- I-I don't knohow ahahanything about the kid! I never heheard his nahame before!" Dabi involuntarily thought back to Touya Todoroki's name, the damn kid that he was being tortured over. In Dabi's haze, he thought he remembered the Bakugou brat having a friend named Todoroki-

"Wahait wait wait! I-I-I remember something! I reeheemehember sohohomething I promise!" Dabi pleaded, Keigo taking immediate pity and stopping his red wiggly feather. Keigo pointed his feather like an accusing sword towards Dabi's face.

"If the information is bullshit, you're getting a second dose injected right in your belly button. Imagine that hell burning in your stomach. Think about this wisely." Dabi swallowed what felt like cotton balls in his throat. He didn't know if Keigo was bullshitting or not, but he also didn't know if he could trust his own memories. He's never been able to remember too much of anything past his twenties... Dabi's shaking fingers hardened into fists as he hardened his resolve to get out of this table.

"Okay okay... The Touya kid has a brother right? Todoroki? What's the half and half kid's name? Shoto? Yeah, it was Shoto. Go fucking torture him for answers instead of me you damn prick! He knows more about his own brother than I do-" At the sound of the repeated use of the word 'brother', a flash of red hair jumped past Dabi's vision. Keigo shook his head and was starting to step forward to tickle the criminal's belly once more before Dabi hurriedly stopped him. "Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah, hold on, hold on! The Touya kid had red hair! Instead of half and half like his brother, he had all red hair." And white hair with red strips, and blank white hair like the snow- Dabi involuntarily remembered this as well, but before he could grab onto it, it slid away.

Keigo had a pleased look on his face, however. Dabi was starting to remember bits and pieces of the past, and that's what Keigo wanted. Just a little bit further, and hopefully he would remember who he was.

"Finally, we're getting somewhere. Unfortunately, no cookies for you. We know Touya had red hair, his family comes from a line of gingers. We need to know where the kid is, Dabi. And you're the only one with the answers. So let's hear 'em." Dabi fought the urge to protest as Keigo willed about six of his feathers to detach from his wings and dust over Dabi's belly, while Keigo's fingers gripped his sides and scribbled his manicured nails into them. Dabi pulled on his restraints and cackled loudly into the sound-proof room.

"CHRIHIHIHIST!! I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOHOW AHAHAHANYTHING!! LET ME GOHOHOHO!!" Dabi's eyes screwed shut as his mouth was agape with his hysterical laughter. Both Hawks and Dabi were unaware that the reserved and quiet male could produce such sounds. Dabi's veins stood out like cords against his neck as his chest heaved in with his laughter. Such small stimulus is driving him insane, Hawks thought to himself. Six of his feathers from his crimson wings were dusting over his belly and his navel, while his fingers scratched and scraped over the villains pronounced ribcage. Sure, maybe it was a little intense in terms of tickling, but he thought that this would be too easy for the hardened villain. Apparently not; Hawks could see that Dabi was fighting for breath already.

"HAHAHAHAWKS I SWEAHAHAHAHA-" Dabi cut his own laughter short with a hard snort. One of the fluffy crimson feathers had started twirling itself into Dabi's stretched navel. There was nowhere that the villain could twist on the table to escape its feathery clutches. Hawks cracked half a smile. Even if he were to take his hands off the villain's ribcage to halt his fingers tickling, which he did; Dabi still produced the same amount of crazed hysterical cackles from just the feathers tickling. The double agent stood with his arms folded and watched his childhood best friend laugh an insane amount.

The villain had tousled his onyx crown all over his eyes; the once fluffy hair now a dense mop against his forehead. Dabi's smile was agape enough that Keigo could see his glinting incisors. His biceps flexed and struggled; the sweeping of the crimson feathers not ceasing for a moment. They traced over his waistline, the deep cavernous dips of his hip indents, fluttering over the small pinch of skin underneath his navel. Keigo stood fascinated by the scene, while Dabi's eyes started rolling in the back of his head.

"-AHAHAHAP!! I'LL-I'LL TAHAHAHAHALK I PROHOHOMISE!" That roused Keigo out of his stupor. He forgot that Dabi was in an extremely sensitive situation. The agent quickly halted his feathers and lifted them up from Dabi's belly. The feathers had worked so fervently that the villain's hypersensitive skin was a baby pink on the surface of it. Dabi sniffed back his tears of mirth and heaved in delicious clean oxygen. It was ice cold in his lungs, but the villain much preferred it over the sweaty ticklish hell he was just subjected to.

"Alright, Staples. Get to talking then, or there's gonna be a lot more feathers where that came from. You don't want these puppies all over you in the situation you're in." Keigo flapped his wings and shook them out to showcase his entire wingspan of crimson ticklers, all individually flowing and wiggling delicately in the air. Dabi gave him a death glare, but even the feathers made him gulp. The villain flexed his fingers as he tried to think up of something that this douche didn't already know about the kid. Keigo could see the villain's brain working to think up a bullshit story just to appease him. That just meant more tickles for-

"He-He was 15 when he went missing. His father had abused him when he was young and he was shunned by his siblings. His mother tried to protect him but-" But she was crazy. And no one protected him. He was the forgotten one, the one who faded into the background. And no one had a problem with that.

Dabi choked on his words, clearing his throat and clearing his mind. Keigo watched with interest as Dabi had spilled all of this information from thin air. Even the villain looked confused, he didn't know where this revelation came from.

"Mm-hmm, quite the truth serum this stuff is, isn't it? Just a little bit more and you can get off this table and get yourself an ice cream." Dabi shot his gaze up to Keigo's eyes and pulled on his restraints.

"N-No! No more I can't handle it! It's too much! Don't do this!" For some reason Dabi didn't even sound convincing to his own ears. Maybe because even he knew that no matter how much pleading he tried, he wouldn't get out of this until he coughed up more information. Keigo looked quite amused by the display, however. That fox's grin was back on his face.

"Come on now, it can't be that bad, little patch~ It's just some tickling afterall." Dabi's heart stopped when Keigo walked up to him and gently placed his fingers on Dabi's waistline. "Little kid games, right Blueflame? You can handle it." Keigo suddenly gripped Dabi's right hip and squished his thumb inside, making Dabi curl up and giggle like a schoolboy.

"Gahahahad! Hahahaha-Hahahaow mahahahany tihihihimes?!" "How many times what? How many times do I have to tickle tickle tickle you before you get the gist of your situation? You're not getting out of this until I get my answers, kid. So cough 'em up, before you cough up a lung." Even holding Dabi's hip like this made the villain squeal out. His hips bucked and shook in their binds, which only drove the hero's thumb in further to his divet.

"I dohohohon't knohohohow anything! I-I cahahan't rehehember!" Hawks could see that Dabi was actively trying to remember something, he wasn't lying in a situation like this. And Keigo wasn't wanting him to remember his childhood trauma or to relive it in any way, he just wanted his childhood best friend to remember him. Hawks took a deep breath in his lungs and decided to up the anty. Hawks sent four crimson feathers up to Dabi's stretched armpits, the wiggling plumes fluffing over the villain's soft divets. Dabi started to shriek, but Hawks suddenly slid his hands down to Dabi's thighs and squished into the soft material.

Dabi must have unlocked a second quirk along with his Cremate abilities, because Hawks had never heard such an unearthly howl thrash itself from Dabi's chest. Keigo winced from the piercing sounds from the villain as Dabi's eyes were screwed tightly in hysterical cackles with tears budding in the corners of his eyes. The feathers twisting and fluffing in his stretched armpits along with Hawks kneading up and down his toned thighs had the villain in tears. Dabi didn't know which way to buck, to twist, to jump on the table. He was stuck either leaning into the fluffy feathers for more relentless dusting, or to literally push himself into his captors hands for closer and more effective squeezing.

"Looks like you're in a pickle, bud. I say just cough up the information and be done with the whole thing but, to each their own, right? If you like it, you like it. I won't judge, I'm having way too much fun~" Keigo had his thumbs fixed to the villains inner thighs as his other eight fingers splayed out as wide as they could stretch to squeeze and grip the skin underneath Dabi's jeans. Dabi wanted to tear his hot tingling skin off with how insane the sensations were.

"SHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUHUCK-GAHAHAHAHAD!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!!" Dabi was screaming at this rate, the man's throat parched and raw from the yelling. Keigo rolled his eyes at the exclamations of his victim when something silver flashed in his eye. Keigo thought it was probably just the restraints glinting off the light in the room, but it was Dabi's stitches that caught his eye. Keigo suddenly had a stroke of curiosity and reached behind him to pluck a feather from his wings and swiped the fluffy appendage across Dabi's silver stitch.

It was liked the criminal was electrified, his body jolting like it touched a live current and his insane cackles jumped an octave with the single swipe. Dabi's stitches had already been sensitive to touch even before he had the serum in his body. Now the nerve endings underneath the stitch felt like it was intertwined with the silver itself. Keigo bit his lip at the torture that was to come. Watching Dabi writhe on the table with the feathers in his armpits, Keigo sent six feathers to every visible stitch on the mans body and let the appendages fluff and dust and wriggle all over him. They were twirling in his ears and driving in his collarbones; they were doing figure eights in his armpits and dragging up his triceps; they were skating down his sides and writing nonsense with their quills down the lines of his abs.

"GOHOHOHOD!! SAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! I-I'M DHYHYHYHYING!!" It was a horribly dramatic thing to exclaim that Keigo should have listened to, but the way the bird saw it, if Dabi still had breath in his lungs to shout, then he should be fine. Keigo's never seen such a contorted face on anyone before. It was a mix of childlike happiness and mirth with pure anguish and torture. But, whatever gets the truth out, Keigo supposed. It was only a matter of time before Dabi choked on the truth. And Keigo could never get enough of the sight of Dabi's abs contracting with every giggly laugh harvested from his chest.

"KEHEEHEEHEE-KEIGO!! KEHEHEHEEIGO PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! STOHOHOHOHOP!! I-I REEHEEMEMBER!! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!!" Dabi suddenly erupted his confession once Keigo neared his bucking kneecaps with his own fingers. Keigo's feathers and hands suddenly halted; the villains heart bursting through his ribcage. The poor captured man had aching ribs and a sore stomach, and his limbs were irritated from pulling on them for so long. Hawks stood with his hands on his hips. His entire body shivered with flashes and icicles, his searing hot sweat sliding down his icy back. It was complete hell, but the stimulus was enough to break the barrier of his lost memories. This was it. Dabi just needed to remember where he came from and who he used to be. Maybe he'd be more cheerful, or at least a little more...anything, at this point.

Dabi's head was laid back on the table, his body slightly curled up in the small defense he had. His eyes were rolled up to the whites in exhaustion. But in the swirling chaotic blackness behind his eyelids that he was used to, he saw something new. Something he hasn't appreciated in a long time.

Summer, the scalding heat on the back of my neck, the taste of ice-cold popsicles, the sand inbetween my toes. Being the kid with the dad who pushed them the highest on the swingset. My scraped knees and elbows patched up by the smiling boy. The summer festival and the exploding fireworks in the infinite sky above me. My best friend who stood there to watch when nobody else would. Keigo, my best friend. His toothy smile and his squinting eyes; his untied shoelaces and messy hair. He never left my side. But I left his.

Suddenly I don't feel so heavy. I don't feel so alone, so burdened with this weight on my chest. Because I know Keigo is there. He always was.

"And I always will be, Touya." Dabi slowly looked up to see Keigo with a gentle smile on his face. Dabi hadn't realized that he was speaking aloud. Hawks turned to Dabi's right arm and started setting free his aching wrist. But after this newest revelation, Dabi didn't feel hurt anymore. He felt like a completed puzzle; the lost piece that made him whole was finally inserted. Dabi held his wrist to his chest and rubbed over his tingling body to rid himself of the leftover sensations.

"T-Trauma's a bitch, huh? It...Itmade me forget my best friend, the only one who was truly there for me. I'm...I'm sorry about that, Keigo." Keigo shook his head, his bangs swaying back and forth. "Please, don't be sorry. It's your dad that should apologize. I just wanted you to remember everything that was bright in your life, and not live in this bleak purgatory. You have friends and people who care about you. And you used to smile all the time, you know. I know it's not your fault that you forgot who you were and you forgot how to smile. But now at least, maybe you can put your past to good use in the future."

Dabi nodded, understanding Keigo's words better than he would have thought. Keigo extended his hand out to Dabi to help him off of the table. Dabi hesitated for a moment, a good second passing before he grabbed it and hopped off the table. Dabi was still slightly curled and hunched even as he walked, his defenses still not lowered after that episode.

"Don't worry, it's all over. No more tickles, I promise. Unless you kinda liked it, then I can give you more. I thought I saw you leaning in for some more now and again on the table. You also remember how ticklish you used to be and you still are, right? I mean, I thought something this childish was gonna work on ya dude, but your vocal cords must be thrashed-"

"Yeah, you know what, Keegs, I think I remember just how ticklish you used to be as well when you were a kid. Care to test it out?" Dabi picked up one of the syringes off the table filled with the swirling blue sensitivity serum with a horribly antagonizing look in his eyes.

Keigo gulped and ran for dear life.

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