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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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marvel-m-lee · 2 years

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I'm Gonna be a Hero ❤️‍🩹💜

Words: 2350

Fandom: MHA

Characters: Lee!Shinsou Ler!Aizawa

Summary: Shinsou is trying to learn a new trick but can't seen to perfect it, and needs some motivation from his sensi.

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"ARgH sHIT!"

Shinsou fell down yet again and landed in a huff on the grass below. Aizawa stood to the side, hair up as he leaned against a tree, fiddling with his own scarf in his fingers.

He had been training the younger to use a scarf, much like his own. Hoping it would help him get better and become a hero, much like Aizawa had hoped for as a kid his own age.

Shinsou had improved a lot since they'd started, and there were plans to move him to the hero course, though this didn't mean he would get a break from his training, having to practice daily.

For the past few days he'd been trying to perfect this one trick where he could swing through the trees, though he kept failing and would eventually plumt to the ground again after the first few swings.

He was better than he first started, sure, but he was just getting frustrated at this point. Laying on the grass from his most recent failure and looking up to see the scarf dangling a few inches from his face, attached to the tree still.

He grunted as he put a hand up, gripping it and pulling himself up- only for the scarf to be attached to a thin branch and snap, sending him back to the floor and his scarf falling over his face.

Aizawa looked over, seeing the events of what was happening. Watching as the student fell again and the scarf piling up over his face.

The boy decided them and there to just give up and decided he'd lay on the floor for eternity, in the blindness of his scarf.

"You need to keep trying, otherwise you'll keep falling" Aizawa mentioned from the sidelines. Shinsou didn't move, just put a thumbs up over to his mentor.

"Yep, that's the idea." He grunted, laying there for another few minutes before Aizawa realised he wouldn't be getting back up.

In all honestly, the kid had been training almost non stop throughout the weekend and before and after school through out the week trying to perfect this single move. So Aizawa believed he needed a well deserved break.

But he also knew that Shinsou was so close to perfecting the move, and needed the last bit of motivation to do so. So Aizawa decided, since nobody was around, he would try a little game with the purple mind controlling kid.

"Alright" Aizawa pushed himself off the tree and stood up properly, tying his scarf around his neck as he usually would the weapon against villians.

Shinsou still laid there in defeat, but moved the scarf slightly, lifing a little bit up so he could peak through and see the eraser hero.

"You're almost there. You just need a little bit of motivation. So we're going to play a game" his explained, walking over a little, and his voice as monotone as ever.

Shinsou gave a look of confusion and agreement to play.

"You have 10 seconds to escape. I will be a villian. If you make it to the school gates before I catch you, you win. If I catch you-" he grinned a little, ending his sentence of a cliff hanger.

Shinsou sat up, the scarf falling down off his face and into his lap, he looked down to where the school gates were, a good distance away to practice swinging. And he wasn't sure what would happen if he was caught.

He looked back to his teacher who was stood up straight, looking down at the child from a couple meters away.

"What happens if I'm caught?" He asked, curious with still a monotone voice, much like his mentor.

Eraserhead smirked a little, making the kid uneasy as the teacher never smiled.

"Alright, sure" he said, standing up and smiling a little at the motivation. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and stood tall, ready to play.

The two looked at one another, "ten."

Shinsou span around and was off. He latched onto one of the trees and began to swing beneath them at a steady speed yet as fast as he could.

For his trick to work he needed to go over the threes and launch himself across at least five and stick the landing if he wanted it to succeed. He'd done it a couple times, but could never stick the landing or go across more than 3- ending up halfway through the third.

He kept his vision on his target, the entrance. They were perhaps a mile or so away so he should be able to make it, along with a couple of his tricks along the way. Though he had to land them or it counted for nothing. Aizawa was kind enough to do this for him, help him train and motivate him even when he has his own things to do.

Shinsou saw a thick enough three and quickly dripped himself from his shining, running and latching onto a branch before launching himself upwards above the trees and throwing himself across 3-4 of them before landing in the tree, his scarf latched onto a branch but not having a safe enough landing where he could perpell himself back upwards.. instead falling through the three and dropping himself to the floor.

He swore under his breath as he looked back, Aizawa was no where in sight and could be in any direction coming at him from anywhere. He jumped up and tried to grab the scarf, but it was stuck around one of the branches.

"Shit." Shinsou quickly looked arohnd to see if he could spot his mentor and the villian chasing him but couldn't. So he grabbed onto a branch and tried crawling up the three to his scarf. He balanced himself on the branch it was connected too, luckily strong enough to hold his body weight.

Shinsou tried to untangle it and had realised he'd knotted it in a way he hadn't realised he'd been doing this whole time, quickly fixing his mistake before bring tackled to the ground rather quickly as the scarf fell to the floor.

The boy grunted as he hit the floor, though of course his mentor had tried to keep it both safe and realistic.

The eraser hero had wrapped his own scarf around the training hero's shoulders and arms, latching them together while pinning his knees under his own. Pinned to the ground with dirt in his hair, Shinsou grunted in defeat. Though it wasn't over yet.

"You did well, you travelled over 4 trees that time, but you need to stick your landing better so you can continue moving without hassle." Aizawa commented, giving constructive criticism while pinning the kid down.

"Yeah..." The kid sounded rather disappointed in himself while trying to sound monotone, though his emotions slipping through slightly. Though Aizawa had already planned out how the game would work, and his frown would soon be turned upside down.

"Now you've been captured due to your mistakes, and Villians won't be kind to you" Aizawa mentioned, signalling to Shinsou that the game wasn't over yet.

"This game doesn't end until you make it to the gate or I've had enough, Villians won't give you a break, and neither will I"

"Huh- whahat-" Shinsou began chuckling while Aizawa began to dribbling his fingers along the boys sides between them and his arms. He began to wriggle a little and tilt his head up as he laughed beneath him.

"You're ticklish, hopefully thus will motivate you to escape"

"Whahait- Aiz-hahawa Sensi- heEy!" Aizawa then drilled into the boys stummocj, squeezing it rapidly making him jump while he was trapped. If Aizawa hadn't been sat up straight, the two would have head bumped due to the suddent jolts from the purple hair boy.

"Hehehey! WhAhaiT a mihi- aha- stOhOp!" Shinsou couldn't hold back his laughter as he shook his head and struggled beneath the villians hold.

"Not until you escape or I'm bored, and I'm far from bored Shinsou" Aizawa teased, his voice still very monotone while a grin appeared on his face, followed by a yawn showing he could do this all day if he wanted.

"IhiHi cAhaAnt tAhaAke thHaAt!- AH-" Shinsou looked terrified though had a wide grin on his face, trying to bite back the laughter but bursting out louder when a new spot was targeted around his neck which made him burst out into giggles.

"A hero doesn't take it, they fight back and do what they can. That's what makes a hero a hero, and not a ticklish little boy" Aizawa teased whilst lecturing. Knowing that the boy couldn't stand the tiny tickles on his neck as they sent him into fit's of giggles. He'd seen a class mate do it to him before and had tried it out one time, only to be swatted away followed by many apologies.

"So, will you just take this? Or will you escape?" Aizawa them gripped the boys hips and began squeezing them rapidly, sending the mind hero into hysterical as he jumped around beneath him, laughing loud enough from birds to fly away.

He didn't know what to say and could barely think, just laughing hysterically and knowing he had to get out of this situation because he already knew how evil Aizawa could be when he wanted. He'd once walked in on Aizawa and Mic, and the poor blonde was red in the face and practically a ghost with a smile on his face, forced to stand up wish Aizawa's fingers at his side.

He threw his head around as his hips were attacked. Though something caught his eye. His scarf. It was below the tree only a couple meters away. If he could escape, he could perpel himself further than he had before and hopefully stick the landing this time, having finally realised that he'd been doing his landing clutch wrong this whole time.

His brain was slowly surcoming to mush as he wriggled around, he had to do something quickly or he wouldn't be able to talk to have enough strength to escape at all. Then who knows what could happen. Aizawa wasn't known for having any kinds of soft spots. He would do to him just as he did to Mic if he really wanted.

Shinsou tried to focus, though Aizawa was fixated on the boys hips, knowing exactly how to break him while one hand went to his neck, making him scrunch down.

Shinsou got a quick look at Aizawa, his hair down signalling he wasn't using his quirk. Hopefully this meant he wouldn't realise Shinsou could still try to use his quirk if he wanted. His arms were still wrapped with the cloth but it had now loosened ever so slightly due to the struggling at the hips.

"IhiHi cAnhaAnT! SeheEnsI!" He begged, wrigging and going from hysterical to giggly in a matter of moments.

"You're mine then, tickle tickle" he teased with a straight face, enjoying the bonding and training.

"YohoU haHaVe a mEHeEtiNg tHouUgh rIGHHHTTT?-" Aizawa leant down and blew a raspberry on the kids open neck and gripped his hips with his hands, squeezing rapidly. This would have broken his attempt at using his quirk and all hope for escape.

"Yeah, but that can wait-" Suddenly Aizawa stopped moving entirely. Frozen still with his fingers now at the boys side, barely touching him. His eyes had gone white and he'd stopped everything he was doing. His scarf loosened around Shinsou but he made sure to stay very still. However even in his success he was still giggling and laughing as the fingers barely touching him stoll felt as if they were tickling him slightly, trickling his mind.

'Wait... he still got me?'

Shinsou tried to hold his breath and calm himself down, tears were almost formed in his eyes and he had lightly pink cheeks.

He laughed a little but then looked up at Aizawa, knowing he wouldn't be able to leave the position without the trance breaking and Aizawa trapping him all over again. He needed to breathe, but get revenge and escape.

In a matter of seconds he was out of the scarf and quickly swapped the positions, breaking the transition as he pushed aizawa into the same position he once was, wrapping the hero's own scarf around him before digging into his sides.

He'd never heard his teacher laugh before. But as he dug into his sides he suddenly burst out into a laugh, surprised by the sudden actions of the student. He tried to fight back and realised he was trapped in his own scarf. Shinsou got a little revenge before darting off and grabbing his scarf off the ground.

Now the chase was really on, having knowing what the circumstances were. Aizawa was quick to get out of his reins but even so, Shinsou had wrapped his scarf around the branch and launched himself through the air.

Aizawa looked at him for a minute, Shinsou had gone hight then he ever had before. Letting the scarf connect off the tree and fly around him. It was like he was in slow motion through the air, flying across at least 8 trees before latching onto another one and falling back down. Though this time there was no crash, a couple of leaves in the distance waving together as birds flew away but Aizawa watched from the ground as the kid continued running, perfecting the landing and going straight into running to swinging to flying across the tree tips once again.

He couldn't help but smile at the progress the boy had made. Watching as Shinsou turned around, a grin on his face and red cheeks, looking happier then ever.

"You coming or what, Villain?!" He yelled, rather excited and taunting his mentor before running back off when seeing Aizawa's smirk.

The hero quickly chased after him, taking the invitation from the taunting.

Shinsou kept running, but the only thing that played in his head was one phrase.

"Im gonna be a hero"

A/N: this is so cure I fk love it. I dunno if you've ever been so happy that you can finally be and do exactly who/what you wanna be but it feels exactly like this. It's incredible.

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sunflowernoodles · 1 year

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Wake Up Call

Nothing to say other than I’ve wanted to write something like this for a while :) enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Shinsou

Ler: Aizawa

It was spring break for the students and teachers of UA, meaning everyone went home for the week. Meaning Shinsou was finally spending his first few days in the house his dads owned.

Shinsou had plans with friends in a few hours and asked Aizawa to wake him up around this time. His already existing sleep problems paired with an unfamiliar environment made it hell for him to fall asleep. So of course, he wouldn’t wake up on his own well now that he was out.

Aizawa, despite having permission to enter the room to wake his sleeping son, gave a gentle knock on the door before opening it quietly. He approached Shinsou’s bed and lightly shook his shoulder, “Hey, kiddo. Time to get up.” He spoke, getting a small tired groan in response.

“No, don’t be like that. You asked me to wake you up.” Aizawa spoke, continuing to shake Shinsou as he pulled the covers over his head.

“Five more minutes, please.” Shinsou mumbled out in his mostly asleep state before completely drifting off again.

Aizawa narrowed his eyes slightly, “no, five minutes turns into 15 and before you know it, you’re late. Wake up.” He spoke and waited a moment only to be met with his son softly snoring. “Hitoshi?”

He stared at the sleeping boy for a moment then sighed. “Alright, you asked for this.” Aizawa warned, repositioning himself slightly before finding Shinsou’s sides through the blanket and digging in.

It was safe to say, Shinsou wasn’t asleep much longer, “NohoHOHOHO! DAHAHAHAD!” Shinsou cackled and wildly kicked his legs as he squirmed, kicking his blanket off. Aizawa smirked.

“I told you to get up. Now you have to suffer the consequences.” He shrugged and squeezed at Shinsou’s hips. His whole body jerked as his laughter increased an octave.

“OKAY! OKAHAY, I’M UHUHUHUHUP!” Shinsou practically screamed and shoved at Aizawa’s shoulder. Aizawa chuckled and let up just a little.

“Do you mean it?” He asked as Shinsou giggled and squirmed. He never made it too long when it came to tickles.

“Yehehehes! I mehehean ihihit. I’m uhup.” Shinsou pleaded and gave up trying to shove Aizawa away.

Aizawa finally quit tickling Shinsou and ruffled his messy bed hair, “Alright. Let me know when you’re ready to go, I’ll drop you off.” He spike as he exited Shinsou’s room.

“Yeheah. Ohokay.” Shinsou said more to himself, still giggling as he sat up.

Shinsou got out of bed after a few more minutes and got ready before leaving with Aizawa. It wasn’t that bad of a way to be woken up.

#bnha tickles #sfw tickles #tickle fic #lee!shinsou #ler!aizawa

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mythica0 · 1 year

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Can I request mha lee Shinso and ler Aizawa and Present Mic. The senario is both Aizawa and Present Mic are trying to wake their grumpy boy then they decided on his weakness. Even though he’s 15 but who cares 😉

Sleep in

🎂: MHA

🧁: Shinsou

🍫: Aizawa, Present mic.

Summary; Shinsou decided to sleep in, and his parents figure out how to wake him in a more pleasant way.

A/N: thanks for the request! Enjoy!

Sleep in

It was nearly noon on a Saturday. Aizawa and Present mic were sitting on the couch, waiting for their son to get up so they could make him lunch.

Once they realized how late it had gotten, they decided that it was definitely time for him to be awake.

So, the two walked into his bedroom. They saw him sleeping really deeply. Out like a light, one would say, hair more messy than normal.

The two knew shaking him or something similar would cause him to be grumpy and upset. Something they didn’t want.

So, they figured out how to wake him up in a kinder way.

Even if it was a little childish.

They moved the blanket out of the way, and started to poke his sides a bit.

Shinsou moved in his sleep at the feeling, letting out small giggles .

“You gotta get up now~” Hizashi sang .

Aizawa stayed quiet, but smiled slightly.

“Mhhhmhm lehet mehe sleheep.” His voice was dragged down and muffled.

“We gotta eat lunch! C’mon!”

“Yeah, we let you sleep in but it’s nearly noon get up.”

Shinsou hesitated a bit until Present mic started squeezing.

“Okahahay! Ihim uhup! Ihim uhup!” The adults stopped and got off the bed, allowing the purple-haired kid to get up.

“Let’s go get lunch!”

“Alright, jeez, dad. Although, I’m 15 not 5, don’t you think I’m a little too old for that?”

Aizawa cocked an eyebrow and smirked a bit.

“Maybe next time don’t sleep in.”

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#parrotwrites #sfw tickle community #mha tickles #lee!shinsou #ler!aizawa #ler!present mic #parrotanswers

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italeean · 2 years

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Laugh the stress away

You can find the plot here

A/N: Hi!! As I announced yesterday, here’s the fic. It was super fun to write and I love the idea of the teachers caring that much about their students ^_^ Thanks to everyone who will read it, your support means a lot to me. Siete tutti fantastici 💚🤍❤️ (you’re all amazing) As always, suggestions and support are always appreciated. Have a nice reading!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

Aizawa was storming towards the common room, as quietly as he could since it was 3 am, since he had seen a light while he was going to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He was seriously worried that a villain was sneaking into the dorms, maybe with the intention of harming his students, but what he saw left him speechless.

Todoroki was sitting on the couch, papers scattered on the table, computer on and a pair of red eyes that not even the homeroom teacher ever got while he was using his quirk.

He looked so stressed that the pro hero couldn't bring himself to scold him, which is why he chose a more delicate, yet stern approach and invited him to go to his room and rest since it was so late.

The day after, Present Mic brought the graded English tests, and Todoroki wasn't surprised to see the 100% written on his perfect paper, given how hard he had studied, and he got complimented by Ms. Midnight for his excellent and pertinent interventions during her class.

But he couldn't bring himself to be happy or proud about it... he was so exhausted that even feeling emotions seemed tiring.

Obviously his behavior and his condition didn't go unnoticed, in fact the teachers were getting worried about their student and decided to confront him before his grades dropped, along with his morale probably.

The dual-haired hero was surprised when, after opening the door of his room after a knock, he found himself facing his teachers, Mr. Aizawa, Present Mic and All Might, to be precise. Although he knew he had done nothing wrong, he couldn't help but feel tense and slightly nervous because it wasn't an usual occurrence that three teachers visited a student.

"Little listener," Mic broke the ice "is something troubling you?" He went straight to the point to both spare time and prevent the student from being anxious over nothing. Todoroki understood what they were going to say, but decided to play dumb anyway, hoping they would drop the subject and leave.

However the three heroes were more than determined to help their pupil and tried many different approaches, and in the end the guy decided to drop the act and tell them everything.

He talked about the extra training that his father made him do, which not only was too much combined with the school training program, but also occupied the time he usually used to study and do his homework. He told his teachers about how Endeavor wanted him to keep his excellent grades although he was training more than anyone else. He confessed how he forced himself to pull so many all-nighters because he didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially himself, and he concluded saying "So that's why I may look slightly stressed..."

The teachers were astonished, even Aizawa was speechless. Todoroki had got everything out of his chest with such a calm demeanor that it was almost concerning, along with the situation.

"SLIGHTLY STRESSED?! THIS WOULD BE TOO MUCH EVEN FOR AN ADULT" Present Mic exclaimed, but he was quickly shushed by the dark-haired man, who had understood that the situation needed to be handled differently. This time, All Might took the lead of the conversation "Young Todoroki, we all understand your ambition to become not only a pro hero, but the #1 hero ever, but overworking yourself isn't the answer..." he remained calm to not make the guy feel like he was being scolded "I'll have a talk with your father to make him understand your current situation, but for now take it easy, alright?"

The student nodded, but he couldn't take it easy. He knew that Endeavor would've never accepted the idea of reducing his training and that the conversion with the ex #1 hero was going to end with a scolding from his father and maybe an even more intense training for him.

Obviously the teachers noticed his demeanor and couldn't leave just yet, not when the dual-eyed boy looked even more anxious than before.

"Come on, Young Todoroki," Toshinori sat on the bed with his pupil "try to not worry or overthink. We're your teachers and we care not only about your grades, but also about your well-being" he started rubbing his back to soothe him, but his fingers were grazing a bit too close to Shoto's sides, who couldn't refrain himself from squirming, although he was fighting back the urge to giggle with all his might.

The English teacher exchanged a knowing look with All Might, sat on the bed trapping Todoroki in the middle, and started softly squeezing his sides.

"Wha-whahahat's gohohoihing ohohon..?" the student had never been more grateful for the soundproofed walls that made sure that no one could hear his giggles. "Well... as your teachers we came to the conclusion that you need to relax and laugh, which is why we're tickling you, silly little listener hehehe... tickle tickle tickle" Hizashi said with a teasy grin.

Aizawa was observing the situation, ready to notice any sign of discomfort from the guy and stop his colleagues if that was necessary, but after noticing that the hero in training was genuinely having fun and cackling without any kind of worry, he decided to join the party.

He sat behind the trio and grabbed Shoto's hands, raised them slightly above his head and gestured the other two to unleash a full tickle attack on the stressed guy.

The two heroes went to town all over his torso, poking his tummy, softly kneading in his sides, delicately stroking his ribs paying extra attention to not leave any groove untickled, and worming their fingers into the poor boy's underarms. The assault and the soft phrases like "tickle tickle..." "come on, relax and laugh" and "you have a quiet laughter, it's so adorable..!" and many more coming from left and right were making him blush like crazy!

"Ihihi dohohon't thihihink thihihis ihis nehecehessahahahary..!" he tried to talk his way out of the predicament. "Your laughter says otherwise though" this time it was Aizawa talking, enjoying the squawk Todoroki let out after being exposed. He also let out an amused sigh, which was followed by an unexpected squeal.

The homeroom teacher tried to understand the reason behind that little outburst that the others didn't notice since their main focus was Shoto's middle. It didn't take long for him to understand what had happened, and once he struck, the cutest high-pitched giggles echoed in the room.

"HAHhahaheHE plehEHEahaHAsehe nahaHAhat thehEHErehe..! EEHEHEK!" Hizashi and Toshinori looked at the dark-haired man and noticed that he was sliding his fingertips all over Todoroki's hands, alternating between using only his pads and grazing the soft skin with his nails, and making him squeak every time he went between his fingers.

The three of them awwed at the flustered and giggly Todoroki (although Aizawa did that only internally) and unleashed the grand finale of their attack, which mainly consisted of those delicate and feather-like touches that drove the dual-haired guy up to the wall, and cherished the sight of their pupil finally having fun. "EEHEHEP! PleheheAHAHahaseHE stahAHAhap IHIHihit..!" After hearing those words, the teachers understood that it was time to stop and got up from the bed.

Both All Might and Present Mic ruffled Shoto's hair and patted his head, while Aizawa smiled fondly at the scene. The student was so tired that he decided to lay on the bed, which his teachers didn't mind, especially because it was partly their fault. "Tomorrow I'll have the talk to your father, so don't worry and try to recover a bit" All Might said "Alright, Young Todoroki?"

No answer.

The teachers checked the bed a bit concerned that they had overstepped the boy's boundaries, but they found him peacefully asleep with a soft and relaxed smile on his face. "Seems like he took your suggestion quite seriously" Aizawa whispered, making his colleagues snicker.

Paying extreme attention to not make any noise, they grabbed a blanket, covered him and left his room quietly closing the door, proud of the young hero for opening up to them and glad they were able to help him.

#tickle fic #mha tickles #bnha tickle #lee!todoroki #ler!aizawa #ler!mic #ler!toshinori #ticklish!todoroki #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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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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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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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Omg I just read your phantom tickles fic!! What a cute villain! I'd love to see him go up against a pro hero (like Hawks or Aizawa)!!

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My Hero Academia: Give us a smile, hero

Weeeee! Thank you for the ask anon!!! Lee!Aizawa is here babyyyy!!! Honestly I was sooo torn between Hawks and Aizawa, but this doesn't mean I won't do Hawks as well if someone else requests! 😚

Summary: Aizawa gets involved in a purse-snatching incident on his day off and ends up wishing he hadn't seen anything.

Lee!Aizawa, Ler!villain OC

Tw: None

03/03/23

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Eggs. Milk. Oat milk for Denki. Cayenne pepper for Bakugo. Kirishimas protein milkshake mix. Chocolate for Eri. Aizawa read off his shopping list in his head, making his way through the local corner store with his trolley of items. Some for him, some requests from his students. It was his day off, meaning he got to wear his casuals. A comfy slightly oversized t-shirt, jacket and jeans.

"For Serooo... Tamarind paste?" He murmured to himself, wondering what Sero would use said item for as he examined the label. "Hm. I'm sure I'll find out soon." As he set the small jar into his kart, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Down the end of the isle was a loud rich looking couple, laughing and mocking the cheap prices of most items in the store.

"Oh look, honey, only ninety nine cents for a cup noodle?"

"Ew. It must taste like garbage being that cheap. Let's just go to the restaurant, it smells of cat piss in here."

Unpleasant people, that was obvious. But that wasn't what caught his eye. No, it was the boy who had been looking at that item prior to them and was now walking back towards the couple. He bumped into the man harshly as he moved past.

"Hey! Watch it urchin!"

"Sorry sir." One wallet successfully snatched. The boy made his way to the exit, making off with the rich man's money.

Aizawa's instinct kicked in and he rushed after the boy. "Hold my shopping for me, I'll be back." He called to the cashier who nodded, knowing Aizawas occupation. He's a busy man.

He headed outside, just catching a glimpse of the thief as they ducked around a corner into an alleyway, following him swiftly.

The boy in question sighed as he opened the wallet, taking out the card and cash that was stashed inside. "This'll go towards feeding those who need it." He smiled to himself.

"Very kind of you, kid." Aizawa rested a hand on the boy's shoulder once he caught up, catching him by suprise.

"Gah!" The boy yelped, juggling with the wallet before snatching it away and hiding it behind his back. "What's the big idea?! Scarin' me like- Ooooh, Eraser." His brave front dipped as he realised who it was that had caught him. "Uuuhaha. What can I do for, you, sir?" He asked with a chuckle.

Aizawa held out his hand. "You can hand over the wallet, kid. I don't want you getting into any trouble." He was being honest. Aizawa couldn't stand seeing young people become criminals. "Please."

The boy looked at Aizawas hand, then up at him with an insulted expression. "Kid? Just how old do you think I am?"

"Seventeen?"

"Gh! I'm twenty-one!" He grumbled, folding his arms before smiling. "Look, Eraser, I respect you as a hero and teacher. I really do. You're awesome! Always so, so, uuuh... What's the word... Pokerfaced!"

Aizawa raised a brow, still holding his hand out. "Pokerfaced?"

"Yep. No emotions except for 'I'm disappointed in my kids' and 'I'm going to kill you'." He chuckled, stuffing the wallet into his back pocket. "I wonder...?" He mused, looking Aizawa up and down. The hero had already made the mistake of putting a hand on him. Game on. "Can you give me a biiig smile?"

"Please just hand over the wallet. I don't want any t-aha!" The stoic hero stammered, surprised by the noise that escaped his lips. "Wh-What the hehell?" He hugged himself, feeling a pressure on his ribs. Something tickly running up and down the inside of his shirt. "Wh-What is that?"

"That's me. Sorry, I just can't let this opportunity go to waste. Now, smiiiiile for me, hero~" The villain grinned, making a pinching gesture in the air, sending tickly shocks to Aizawas defenseless ribs, eliciting a chorus of muffled grunts as Aizawa attempted to stay quiet. The glint of a smile already tugging at his lips.

"H-Hold on kid, look I-I won't report you okay? I just want the wallet b-AHA!" A bout of loud giggling sprung forth as the tickling switched from squeezing to vigorous shaking, attacking the lowest ribs of the set and slowly moving up.

"Stahap! P-Please I'm serious, I dohon't-! Aha! I dohon't wahant a fihihight! Hahaha!" His cool composure steadily melted away as the tickling attack deepened, no amount of hugging was going to stop it.

"A fight?" The boy chuckled, watching Aizawa's struggle fondly. "I'm afraid it doesn't look like much of a fight to me. Looks like you've already lost, to be honest. But, keep ya hopes up." He teased, moving his tickles down to Aizawas hips, grinning as the reaction doubled in severity.

Aizawa felt his knees give out as his hips were targeted. This was a particularly bad spot for him, one a certain yellow-haired DJ often chose to torment him with. "Wahahait! Hahaha! Shihit!" He crumbled. The great Eraser Head, feared by many a villain, was brought to his knees via some tickles. "Y-Yohohou cahan't!"

"Oh, but, Eraser Head, I can! And so easily too~"

"Nahahaha! Ahaha! I-I swehear, I'll cahatch you!"

"Oooh that sounds fun! A game of tag! You know, a certain explody student of yours said something similar. He didn't catch me. Obviously. He met the same fate as you're going to." He smiled, crouching by the hero's side as he wriggled about helplessly. "Cooooochi, coochi, coooo~ You do have a very nice laugh. You could have any guy or gal you wanted with a voice like that, you know."

"Nohoho! I-I- BWAHAHAHAHA!" More hands joined in the game, tickling under his arms and squeezing his knees. "Stahaha-AHAHA! Stop, stop! Kihihid!" This was crazy. It's not like he hadn't been tickled before, so why was this so maddening?

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Haha, I bet your students are too scared to try something like this on you. I think if I had to see you every day, I'd be scared too. But, you probably won't see me again for a while, so I'm confident that you won't be getting any revenge." He cupped his hands over his mouth, blowing a raspberry into his palm.

"AAAH! Noho! No rahaspberries! C'mohohon! This is ridiculous!" The hero was embarrassed and irritated with himself. Being reduced to a pile of giggly tears on the floor. His hair had slipped from it's bun, falling messily around his face as he curled in on himself, the tears that had been pooling in his eyes slid down his cheeks, over the pink tinge of hysterics on his skin.

"Hey, raspberries are the best, don't you slander them. Heeeere comes another~!"

"NOOOHOHOHOOOO!"

The boy chuckled, standing and straightening his tie. "Don't worry, I promise this money will go towards those who actually need it. I ain't no villain." He reassured. "I'll see you round, Eraser. Make sure to keep smiling~" He turned, walking away and humming to himself as he continued to plague the hero with relentless tickling.

"Wahahit! Gihive me the wallet! AHAHAHA!"

The tickling lasted for another couple of minutes. He was just glad no prying eyes found him laying there giggling like a little girl. Once it eventually stopped, he sat up, puffing as he lazily tied his hair back out of his face.

The fact he was too bombarded with tickles to even think about using his Quirk only added to the shame he felt right now. All he had to do was look at him and it would have been over instantly. But, tickling. He had to use tickling of all things.

"Dahamn... So that's who Bakugo was so grumpy at... I get it now." He chuckled to himself, taking a breather before heading back to the store to finish his shopping. There was no use in chasing the boy right now. He was tired, more so than usual, and just wanted to get home and rest. There was something very trusting about the boy too. He really didn't seem like a bad guy.

#bnha #mha #aizawa shōta #eraserhead #lee!Aizawa #ler!villain #bnha oc #bnha tickle fic #mha tickles #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

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august-anon · 1 year

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War on Christmas -- Squealing Santa 2022

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

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

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

Word Count: 1501 words

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

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

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

Now, they finally had a moment of quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you’re on Sho!”

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

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

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

He would still win, anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why, kitten, I would never.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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