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Ooo, Miss Makima! She'd be the perfect ler- soothing yet devious! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

Always and Forever- "Look how red you are! How cute!"

“(Y/N)” Makima’s voice was smooth, her smile inviting as she gently patted her lap once. Wasting no time, you came over and laid your head down across it, all but melting at the touch as she ran her fingers through your hair. “Good pet.”

You let out a soft sigh of ease as her fingers traced along your scalp, almost like she could see inside your head and was sorting through all your fears and stress, pushing them here and there until all that was on your mind was the sweet scent of her. You could already hear Denji in your head if he saw you, whining in jealousy. You almost stuck your tongue out at the imaginary devil. Mine.

“What’s on your mind, (Y/N)?” She asked as her hand drifted lower, smoothing over your arm. It felt ticklish, and before long you were fighting down giggles as her nails scratched gently against your skin. “Hm? What is it?”

“N-Nothing!” You choked out, unable to fight off another fit of giggles. “Just-ehhehe-just ticklish.”

Hmm.” She mused, carrying on her gentle touch. Then- without any warning- her hand dropped to your side, scratching lightly.

“Ah! Ahehehheehhe! M-Mihiihiss Mahahhaakimahahhaha!” You giggled out, squirming as her fingers danced against your ticklish spots, sending little bolts of electricity up your nerves. “It tihiihihihihihckles!”

“Does it now? My my, look how red you are.” Makima cooed at you, running a single finger up from your ribs down to your hip, a smile in her voice. “How cute you are, my pet.”

“Ahehahhahahhaa! Wahahhaait, whhahahhait hhoohohohld ohohohoohoohohon!” You squealed when she let her hand creep over your belly, dragging her fingers against your belly. “Pleahhahhahahhahse wahahhahahahhait!”

“Alright, I suppose you’ve earned a break.” Makima stopped tickling, laying her hand against your belly comfortingly as you gasped for breath. “Aren’t you a sweet little thing, (Y/N). I could listen to those precious giggles of yours forever.”

You smiled against her leg, feeling yourself melt as she resumed playing with your hair. You could get used to this.

You're too sweet anon AHH! *sobs* Thank you so very much! Muichiro is absolutely adorable, so this was alot of fun to write! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

Only You ("Hey could you...you know?) + I Love You ("You smiled at me! I think I'm in love!")

“Hey, (Y/N)....could you….you know…” When you looked at Muichiro, you found him with his brow furrowed, struggling to find the words. “What’s that one thing again?”

“The one thing…?” You asked, even though you knew exactly what he was trying to say. Mean as it was, you found Muichiro’s struggle to define tickling rather adorable.

“The laughing thing…with the- Oh.” He blinked as it came to him. “Tickles.” He raised his hands, wiggling his fingers. “Can you do that?”

“You want me to tickle you?” You were already getting into position, smiling when he nodded. “Okay! Here I…come!” You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him against you as your hands darted along his stomach and sides. “Tickle tickle tickle, Mui~”

“Ehehehehhehe! Gehahhahhahaaha! (Y/N)! Aheahhahahhaaha!” Muichiro squeaked, kicking his feet as he squirmed about in your lap. “It tihihiihihiickles!”

“I know! That’s what you asked for, right?” You grinned, heart swelling at the sweet smile painting his lips, just hidden beneath his hair. “You smiled at me! I think I’m in love!” You giggled as you brought your hands up to his armpits, making him squeal. “Come on- give me another one!”

“Iihiihihiiihi’m ahahhahhahhalreahhahahhahdy smihihiihihihiihling! Ahehahahahahhahaha!” Muichiro cackled out, squeezing his arms shut against his sides as you wormed your fingers into the space between his upper ribs and armpits. “(Y/N), moohohohoohove sohoohhohoomewhehehehhere ehehehehehesle!”

“Oh, too ticklish here? Okay!” You nodded, one hand returning to his belly while the other attacked his neck, earning a proper scream. “How about here?”

“(Y/N)! AHHEHAHAHHAHAHHAHA NOHOHOHOOHHOOHOO!” He squealed, cheeks bright red as he scrunched up, sinking further into your lap. It wasn’t long before he was curled up in a tight ball, his feet flapping like a duck. “STAHAHAHHAP!”

“Hehe, okay okay.” You retracted your hands, watching as Muichiro uncurled, gasping for breath between hiccupy giggles. “Had fun?”

“Ahehehehe…yeheheah, you know…I dihihid.” He looked up at you, something gentle in his expression. “Thhank you.”

You simply smiled in return, running your fingers through his bangs as he got comfortable.

*sobs* I love Dad!zawa so much! AJejkajkekjrajkr I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

Miss You- "When's the last time you smiled?"

“Damnit!”

Aizawa hummed as he watched Shinsou fall to the ground, tangled in his scarf once more. “That’s enough for the day. We’ll pick this back up tomorrow.”

“I can go again!” Shinsou began, even though his voice was a touch breathless. He sounded as exhausted as he looked.

“You might, but I can’t.” Aizawa shook his head, walking over and gently untangling his student. With a single tug, the capture scarf fell around him like curtains, freeing him completely. “I’m not young anymore- I only have so much stamina per day.”

He figured Shinsou would make one of his usual jabs- poking fun at Aizawa for calling himself old or arguing that he was just being lazy, but instead the kid sat quietly, his expression tense and on the verge of tears. Aizawa furrowed his brow as he squatted beside him. “Hey, kid. What’s up?”

“I just- I don’t think I’m getting it.” Shinsou bowed his head, blinking rapidly as his fists clenched knuckle white. “It’s so frustrating! I had it yesterday- I don’t know why today I suddenly suck!” He threw the grass he gathered up aside in his anger, letting his hand fall into his lap in defeat. “I know, I know- it’s all part of the learning process, and I’ll get better in time, but I just..”

“Yeah.” Aizawa hummed, knowing the feeling all too well. “It’s total shit, huh?”

Shinsou snorted, fighting down a smile at the swear. That gave the older man an idea. “Hey, Hitoshi- when’s the last time you smiled?”

“What? What are you say-Ah!” Shinsou yelped when Aizawa’s fingers wiggled into his side. “Nohohoho, dohoohoohn’t!”

“Don’t what? I’m only sitting here, giving advice like the wizened old man I am.” Aizawa teased, grinning as Shinsou doubled over, shoving at his hand. “Cheer up, kid. Pouting will get you nowhere.”

“Iiihiihiih’m nohohohohot pohooohohohuting! And yoohohoohohu’re nohohohot evehheehehn that ohohohoohhold!” Shinsou argued, giggling helplessly when the hand on his side moved to his back, making him arch and cackle. “Stahhahahap, sthahhahahp!”

“Heh, alright.” Aizawa pulled his hand back, watching Shinsou fall into the grass with a huff. “Feeling better now?”

“Ahehehe..hehehee…befhohohore or ahahafter the tihhihickle atahhahck?” Shinsou huffed. He was tired again, but at least now he was smiling. “I dohoho…thanks, I guess.”

“You guess?” Aizawa raised a brow, jabbing him in the ribs again. Shinsou squeaked.

“Ohohokay oohohhkay, Thank you!” He rushed out, earning a raspy chuckle from his mentor.

“Good. Come on, kid- let’s get out of here before Mic starts yelling.”

Heyo anon! Unfortunately I don't know Nikolai yet, so I'm going with Chuuya! This was really cute to write! :) Thank you for the kind words!

I'm Yours: "You like being tickled, don't you?"

“Do you want me to tickle you?” He meant it as a threat- a response to all your little “chibi” jokes and gravity puns you’d been slinging at him all day.

Little did he know that was exactly what you were hoping for.

“What? Tickle me? How are you gonna reach me from all the way down there?” You mock gasped, pushing that last button home. “You can certainly try!”

“Oo, You’re getting it now!” Chuuya pounced, grabbing your wrist. Before you knew it, you were floating, feet kicking in the air as your center of gravity disappeared. “Whoa! H-Hey, Chuuya! Hang on!”

“Oh relax, you’re not gonna float away.” The redhead rolled his eyes, pulling your floating body towards him as he started to grin. “But you are gonna feel pretty lightheaded when I’m done with you!” With that, he grabbed your sides, squeezing rapidly and making you squeal.

“CHuhuhuuhuhuhuhuya, gehahhahhahaha! Whahahhhahait whahahhahahahit hohoohohold ohohohohohon!” You burst into giggles, twisting in the air like a slow roasting chicken as his fingers attacked your sides and stomach. “Grahhahahhavity ihihihihisn’t fahhahahahir!”

“Neither is calling me short, but you went for it anyway!” Chuuya growled, one hand reaching for your thigh while the other continued jabbing and prodding your ribs. “Don’t bother denying it- you like being tickled, don’t you? That’s why you’ve been so adamant on pissing me off, huh?”

“Guhuuhuhuhuuhuhhuiteehhehehehehehehe!” You squealed, scrunching up when his hand attacked your neck. “CHuhuhuhuhuhuhya plehehhehahhahhase the grahhahhaahhavity!”

“Wow, you admitted it too. Impressive.” Chuuya mused with a laugh, easing you back down slowly so your back was against solid green earth once more. He gave you one last tickle before standing straight, watching you curl into the grass with a hiccup. “Heh, you know- if you want me to tickle you, you can just ask.”

“Ehehehe..ehehehe…that was more fuhuhun.” You grinned up at him, giggling when he glared. Holding up your hands, you pouted, smiling again when he rolled his eyes- pulling you to your feet. “Wanna get boba? I’m paying!”

“Hm..alright. But I’m paying.” Chuuya nodded as the two of you walked, mock fighting over who’d cover the tab as you went.

Heyo anon! As of recieving this, the prompts were open, so you're good! Ahh, Angel Devil! Such a delight! I've gotcha covered!

Hug ("I just want a hug!") + Always and Forever ("Look how red you are! How cute!")

“Angel-”

“No.” He cut you off so flatly he almost left no room to argue. Almost.

“I just want a hug!” You pouted, making little “bring it in” hands with your outstretched arms. “You’re wearing gloves, and I’ve got on a sweater. I think it’ll be safe.”

He didn’t respond, continuing to play on his phone in silence. You waited.

“...You’re not giving in until I say yes, are you?” He peeked, sighing as you shook your head. “Fine. If you start sneezing from my wings, that’s on you.”

“I’ll take my chances.” You smiled as you folded the small devil in your arms, squeezing him against your chest with a soft sigh. “This is nice.”

“Uh huh.” He mumbled against you, rolling his eyes as you snuggled. “Five minutes, that’s all you get.”

“Better make it worth my while!” You grinned, running your fingers through his wings. The gesture made him arch some, then he was melting in your arms like a cat getting stroked. “Aww, does someone like it?”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, cheeks darkening at your laugh. He jumped again when you reached the base of his wings, stroking the strip of spine between them. “A-Ah! Wahahtch it!”

“You said I have five minutes. I want to hear you laugh!” You giggled against his hair, your fingers carrying on there gentle tracing as he squirmed and laughed in your arms. “Aww, look how red you are! How cute!”

“Yohoohohohu shuhuhuhut your mohoohohouth! Ahehahahahhaha, (Y/N)!” He squeaked when you pinched the actual wing, a cross between a snort and a giggle coming out of his mouth. Delighted at the sound, you did it again and again. “STahhahahahhap!”

“Hehe, okay!” You laughed, stopping your playful tickles and returning to stroking his wings, feeling him shiver in your arms. “You’re too cute, Angel.”

“I hahahhate you.” He groaned, even as he leaned up to kiss your chin.

Oh no! My deepest condolences for your lost friend :( I know this is rather late, but I wish you and your family prayers during these difficult times. I hope this little fic can bring some comfort! (And absolutely! Their animated fights are gonna be incredible!)

Only You: "Hey could you...you know?"

“Hey.” The smell of rain hit his nose before Muichiro’s face pressed into his shoulder, teal eyes staring intently. “Whatcha doing?”

“Erm..sitting.” Genya stared back at him, blinking back at his boyfriend. “I was about to meditate, but I take it you want something?”

Muichiro blinked slowly, cheeks puffed as he leaned into Genya’s arm further. For a brief moment, Genya assumed he’d fall asleep. Then Muichiro reached out, taking the taller boy’s wrist and bringing it to his side. Then he looked back at Genya expectantly.

“.....What?” He blinked.

Ehh…” The smaller boy seemed frustrated now, brows furrowing as he sighed. “Could you…you know?” He referred to Genya’s hand lying across his side, raising his brows in emphasis. Genya looked at it, then back at Muichiro.

“....OH!” Realization hit him like a truck. “Oh, that!”

“Yes. Your so slo-ohoohohohohoohohw!” Muichiro giggled through his remark, crunching up as Genya’s hand gently clawed at his waist. “Ahehahhahahaha, Gehehehhenya!”

“Who are you calling slow, you sloth!” Genya growled playfully, grinning as Muichiro laughed beneath him. “I’m not slow- you’re just bad at giving hints! Be more direct next time.”

“Behehehheheheing diihihihihirect is tohohoohooohohoo hahahhahahhard!” The Mist Hashira giggled out, squeaking softly when the hand on his side moved towards his ribs. “Thiihihihihis is behehhehehehtter!”

“Sure it is.” Genya rolled his eyes fondly, turning his attention to Muichiro’s legs as they kicked about. “Huh, are you ticklish here?” He reached out, gathering his leg and squeezing his thigh.

“GEEEEEHEHEHEHHEHHEE!” Muichiro squealed, falling backwards.

“Wow, you’re really ticklish here, huh?” Genya snorted, delighted. He brought his other hand down to Muichiro’s other leg,grabbing his knee to further add to the tickles. All while Muichiro squirmed and thrashed, laughing helplessly before him. “Do you want me to keep going or to stop?”

“STHAHHAHHAP PLEHAHHAAHHASE!” The Mist Hashira shrieked, curling his legs into himself as soon as they were free. “Ahehehe…ruhuhuhde.”

“Says the guy who asked me to tickle him.” Genya reminded, brushing aside Muichiro’s bangs from his flushed face. “Hehe, dork.”

“Shut uhuhp.” Muichiro pouted, the expression fading away to a shy smile as Genya kissed his brow.

Ooo, ShinTodo! I don't think I've written for them(?) At least not as a pair. Maybe I did- well; if I didn't here we are! :D I've gotcha covered, anon! :)

Soul Mate: "Not there? What about here?"

“Shoto?” Shinsou peeked in the room, brows furrowing when the other didn’t answer. “Hey, you up?”

No response. The purple haired hero slowly walked over, chest tightening with worry. Was he mad? Upset? He hadn’t recalled doing anything particularly offending to his boyfriend. “Shoto, are you-”

“Shhhhh.” Todoroki’s voice was barely over a whisper, eyes glued to his book. “This is the good part.”

Relief crashed into Shinsou like a wave. Laughing softly, he crawled in behind his boyfriend, cuddling him close as he rested against his shoulder. “God, and here I thought I’d pissed you off.”

“Not yet.” Todoroki sounded a touch annoyed, shaking his book some. Shinsou snorted, taking the hint as he closed his eyes.

They stayed like that for some time, Todoroki reading his book while Shinsou traced his hand lazily up and down his arm. He could feel himself starting to fall asleep, his eyes growing heavy as he watched his fingers make their slow rise and fall. Just before he could fall asleep, however, he felt Todoroki twitch.

“Hitoshi, stap that.” He squirmed, starting to smile behind his book. “It tihiihckles!”

“Hm?” Looking down, Shinsou found he’d lowered his hand from his arm to Todoroki’s side, inadvertently tracing his ribs. Starting to smile, he wiggled a finger between the bones. “Past the good part?”

“Yehahahhaahs, for the moohohohst pahahahrt!” Todoroki giggled out, curling inward. “Hihihihihtoshi, nohohohot thehehehehre!”

“Oh? Not here?” He grinned, walking his fingers higher so they wiggled under Todoroki’s arm, earning a squeak. “What about here?”

“Gehahahahahaha, noohohohohot thhehheehhehere eihihihihihither!” Dropping his book, he twisted in Shinsou’s arms, halfheartedly grabbing at the other’s hands as they danced across his torso. “Gehahahhahaha, yohooohohou jeehheheherk, stahahahahp it!”

“Do you really want me to stop?” Shinsou teased, grinning when Todoroki blushed deeper. “Thought so. Besides, I’m just getting to the good part!”

Yes! Tododeku, beloved!!! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

True Love: "I could do this all day."

“Midoriya?” Todoroki called out.“I need your body.”

“I’m sorry- what?” Midoriya whirled around, face bright red. Beside him, Bakugou choked on his water, gagging and coughing into his arm with wide eyes.

“I need your body.” Todoroki held up his hands, one holding a plain white T-shirt while the other offered a black marker. “The bone test is coming up- I don’t have a skeleton. I figured I could use you?”

“Oh- Oh, yeah. Sure.” Midoriya nodded, clearing his throat as Bakugou slammed his head into the counter, shoulders shaking with his muffled mirth. “Let’s go to my room. It’s quite there.”

~~~

“Ready?” Todoroki asked a few minutes later, pen in hand as Midoriya tugged on his t-shirt.

“Ready!” The green haired hero smiled, stretching out his arms. “Where should we start?”

“Ribs. Those take the longest to draw.” Todoroki decided, pressing the marker into his boyfriend’s chest. There- he drew his first line.

“Ahehahahhahaha!” Midoriya flinched back, scrunching up at the ticklish feeling. Todoroki blinked, a small smile starting to pull on his lips.

“Too ticklish?” He asked, nearly laughing when Midoriya shook his head, stretching his shirt out.

“I can do it! Go ahead- I’m ready this tiihihihime!” Midoriya squeaked at the tickly pen once more, fighting down the squirms as Todorki drew another rib. “AHehehhahahhaha! Shohohohootohoohhooho!”

“I could do this all day.” Todoroki shook his head in amusement, pulling the other closer by his hip as he continued tracing one rib at a time. “Judging on how things are going, I just might.”

“Keehhehheehp goohohohohing! Ihiihhiihhi can dohohohoohoh ihihihihiht-AHEHAHHAHA!” Midoriya squealed, nearly doubling over when Todoroki drew two straight lines down his belly, working in the spine. “SHOHOHOHOHOHOOHTOHOOHOHOHO!”

“If you insist you can do it, then we’ll do it.” Todoroki wrapped an arm around Midoriya’s waist, keeping him still as he scribbled on the details to the tips of the ribs. “Come on- we’ve got 2 done. Only 22 more to go!”

“SHOHOHOHOHOHOTOHOOHOHOHOOHO!”