Here is my.. gift? for @byronblogs for this year’s squealing santa, organised by @ticklygiggles ! thank you ! i hope you enjoy the fic. if there are any inaccuracies, i’m sorry, it’s been a while since i watched this season hehe.
Midoriya just couldn’t get the little girl off his mind. He knew something was up with the encounter he had with the girl and the guy with the abnormal mask, but he had to trust Mirio and Sir Nighteye to it. He knew that, yet he found himself sulking a few days into his Work-Study at Sir Nighteye’s office.
It really took a toll on him. If he wasn’t able to trust the other heroes, and patiently wait to make the right move, was he really worthy of being a hero? All Might’s predecessor, at that? Consciously, he knew that his worries were irrational. He shouldn’t be thinking so pessimistically, that’s not what All Might would do. Even though he knew that, it was hard to keep smiling, knowing something bad was happening to the little girl that called out to him when she had the chance, and he let her go.
“You’re thinking about the girl again, aren’t you?” a voice startled Midoriya as he was pulled out of his thoughts. It was Sir Nighteye, and he didn’t seem too pleased.
“Ah, Sir Nighteye! It’s just.. I was, yeah, I was thinking about her. I just wish there was something I could’ve done in that moment.. But I wasn’t strong enough..”
Sir Nighteye sighed. “This isn’t about strength. It would’ve been unwise to act impulsively. We know nothing of this guy, his intentions nor his quirk,” he said, sternly.
“I know that! I just can’t help feeling bad about it. I hope she’s okay..” A hand was placed on Midoriya’s shoulder. “Stop thinking of it, for now. The pro heroes are working hard to figure out the situation, trust them. For now, just keep smiling. You, of all people, should know that.” Sir Nighteye said, managing to cheer up Midoriya.
“Thank you, Sir Nighteye! I will definitely- ah.. what, what’s this?” Midoriya’s cheeks heated up looking at the object in front of him. Before he knew it, Sir Nighteye had guided him to the same torture device he saw on his first day visiting the hero’s office.
“There’s absolutely no place in my office for sulking. You should laugh, Midoriya. And besides that, you failed to make me laugh a single time today. I’ve let you off easy before, but not this time. Especially in times like these, you should keep a smile on your face.”
Gently, Sir Nighteye pushed Midoriya into the device. “W-Wait! I’ll definitely smile more, Sir! Just.. p-please-“
“Please raise your arms,” Sir Nighteye ordered, and Midoriya sighed. There was really no use struggling. He decided to just let it happen, who knew? Maybe the feathers wouldn’t be so bad after all.
But the moment Midoriya raised his arms, and he felt his wrists getting locked into position, he felt a whole lot more exposed, and a whole lot more nervous. His shirt had risen with his arms, so that his stomach was exposed until about halfway up his ribs.
“You do know of my appreciation of laughter. Ever since you joined my office for your work-study, I don’t remember seeing you laugh a single time, Midoriya. How inappropriate for the predecessor of All Might.” Sir Nighteye pressed a button on his little remote controller. and the feathers uncomfortably pressed against Midoriya’s sides started moving.
“I’m sohohorry, Sihihir!” Midoriya tried to say, but the words came out distorted due to his giggling. How embarrassing, a few fluffy feathers were able to make him giggle like a little kid? Midoriya looked down, and saw how the feathers were moving up and down his sides repetitively, each time trailing from a spot on his hips all the way to his ribs. Some were extended further than just to his sides, and tickled gently up and down his abdomen, occasionally slipping into his belly button.
“PLEahahahAHahase- sihihir- ahahHaha,” Midoriya squeezed his eyes shut as he laughed, stomach quivering a bit as his knees had trouble keeping him steady. Not too long after, he felt little feathers moving up and down the inside of his upper arms, until they slipped into his armpits through his short sleeved shirt.
“AHahahah nohohohaha! Not thehehere!” Midoriya pleased, head leaned back as his whole body quivered. He definitely wasn’t used to the tickling, and his own sensitivity so such light feathers even surprised him.
A new set of feathers started tickling his ears, making Midoriya shiver and blush, the sensation too unfamiliar to comprehend. Soon, the feathers by his legs started moving too, and tickled his knees and thighs gently.
“NohohoHOHO- pleahahase aHAhahah,” he laughed, cursing himself for wearing shorts. His knees gave out, and the only thing holding him up at that point were the locks keeping his wrists in place. His stomach and armpits stretched out even further, making them extra sensitive to the evil feathers, but he just didn’t have to strength in his legs to keep him up as they too were being tortured.
The worst part was probably that Sir Nighteye was just watching. He didn’t speak, didn’t laugh, he just watched. Heck, Midoriya rather would have Sir Nighteye making fun of him than him just watching, like he was now.
After what seemed like hours, Sir Nighteye finally pressed another button on the remote controller, and slowly the feathers stopped. Midoriya was still giggling, and shivering all over, hanging uncomfortably from the wrist locks.
“You’re even more ticklish than Bubble Girl, Midoriya. I wouldn’t have guessed that,” Sir Nighteye commented, making Midoriya’s cheeks heat up. He tried to get himself together, properly standing on his legs as his wrists were let free.
“I think you learned your lesson. I suggest you try and do better in the future, or this won’t be the last time you’ll see that device.”
Midoriya nodded, arms defensively hugging his own stomach. In all honesty, Midoriya didn’t really mind. He had a smile on his face, and he was able to take his mind off of the rescue situation for a while. Even though it was supposed to act as a punishment, the tickling definitely cheered him up.
“Got it, Sir!” he said, voice quivering a bit. Sir Nighteye smiled slightly, and nodded. He really was gonna have to work harder if he wanted to make Sir Nighteye laugh everyday, but he wouldn’t be worthy of being All Might’s predecessor if he didn’t at least try.
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