#lee!denki

It was a gorgeous day outside, the sun gleaming, the breeze cool, it was perfect. Everyone was outside, enjoying themselves!

Katsuki went back inside to the kitchen to grab a popsicle when he heard the tv on, he looked over and saw- denki? Why's he here? Shouldn't he be outside?

Katsuki rolled his eyes and walked over, flicking Denkis forehead,

"Oi, spark-plug. What are you doing inside? Too lazy to socialise now?"

"Just wanna be in here." Denki muttered, an almost...sad tone, to his voice.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, looking at the seemingly sad boy in front of him, once a ray of sunshine, now covered by clouds.

"Tch, what's wrong with you today?" Katsuki muttered, sitting down next to denki.

"...I don't really know. Just kinda feel bummed out." Denki replied softly, looking at katsuki for a few seconds before turning back to the tv slowly.

Katsuki hummed, shifting a bit to get comfortable when he accidentally elbowed Denkis side. This small action earned a quiet squeak and a flinch, oh?

The grin which appeared on Katsuki's face was villainous, where you'd look at him and know you were fucking screwed.

Denki was blissfully unaware. He was upset. Tired. Eyes drooping as he stared at the tv. Not the same denki kaminari everyone loves. Katsuki was going to fix this.

The explosive blonde sat up on his knees, moving too quickly for denki to even react to katsuki grabbing his wrists and flipping him so that he was laying down beneath him.

"Say spark-plug, you wouldn't happen to be....ticklish? Would you?" Katsuki spoke slowly, pinning Denkis hands under his knees as he grinned maliciously.

Denki froze. Of course he was ticklish. Everyone's ticklish!

"i- katsuki dohont-"

The anticipation was holding denki hostage, forcing uncontrollable giggles to spill from his throat as he stared at the clawed hand which hovered over his stomach.

"oh? Giggling already? I haven't even touched you!" Katsuki exclaimed, before slowly letting his hand fall onto denkis torso, spidering slowly around his stomach, sides and ribs. "Oops, now I have"

Denki squealed, giggling frantically yet quietly. Squirming to try and escape the ever so ticklish touch.

"ehEhehe-! Kahahahat-"

"Where are ya bad spots? Hm Mr. Giggles?" Katsuki teased, sero said that his hips were a hotspot...the blonder of the two dug his thumb into denkis hips, eliciting a screech and loud giggles from his mouth.

"ihIHhahaHa- doHONt!"

"Don't what?"

"tIHiCkle MehEhe!...waHahait waIt nohohoho-" The regret- well....not really regret, but the fear set in immediately.

"tickle you? Yeah sure!" Katsuki leaned down, pushing Denkis shirt up so he could do this easier. Taking one finger to trace around his belly button, one to poke and scratch into his belly button, and finally he leaned down and sunk his teeth into denkis hips.

Denki shrieked before erupting into loud, boisterous cackles.

"crAhAHAP- KAHATSUKI! WAHAHAIT!"

"Wait for what sparky? Wait for you to stop being so ticklish? I'm afraid that's never gonna happen! And I definitely won't wait to hear that laugh we've all missed, glad you're not so moody now that you've had some tickle tickle tickles~" Katsuki teased, nibbling and blowing slow raspberries into denkis hips.

His hands moved down, giving the electric boy's thighs a quick squeeze before pausing at his knees. Grinning.

"three...."

Oh fuck.

"two..."

"WAIT WAIT LEHETS TALK! PLEASE! KATSUKI IM BEGGING YOHOU!" Denki was giggling and shrieking, trying to get katsuki away from his poor, sensitive knees.

"one...."

"KATSUKI! DOHONT!"

"aaaand...."

Nononono-

Katsuki dug into where Denkis knees and thighs met with one hand, the other scribbling into the underneaths of his knees. Leaning back down to nibble into his poor hips as well.

Such a blessing curse that denki is sooo ticklish, well, for him at least.

Denki screamed.

"WAHAHAHAHA- NAHAHAHA- KAHAT! KATSUKI! PLEHEHAHAHA- NOHO! IHIHITS TOHOHAHAHA- TOHOO MUHUCH!" Kaminari was in hysterics, his head dropped back as he cackled, writhing and squirming as much as he could to try and evade the heavenly torturous touch of his friend.

Katsuki though, why not step it up a notch? His explosions were at the ready.

Denki froze.

"Say red and I'll slow down," was all katsuki said before setting off explosions. Not painful, agonizingly ticklish. Unbearable even.

He dug and kneaded into the sensitive flesh of Denkis thighs, specifically where they hit his knees, adding explosion after explosion, the boy beneath him shrieking and screeching with every touch.

"OHOKAHAHAHAY- PLEHEHAHAHAHA- RED! REHAHAHA-" Denki screamed, begging for mercy.

Katsuki slowed to a stop...well, kinda. His hands crawled up Denkis legs to his torso, pushing his shirt up one last time.

Denki was drunk with giggles, curled up as much as he could be, in heaven hell.

Katsuki slowly traced all around Denkis stomach, up his ribs, raking his nails into the divets of the bones and wiggling his fingers into the giggly mess' armpits beneath him.

"kitchy kitchy coo~"

Denki giggled loudly, yet, he didn't utter a word of protest. Just happy, loud and seemingly satisfied giggles dripping from his mouth.

"Awh, denks, you enjoying this?"

Denki actually nodded, too dazed by the tickles to get embarrassed. Oh trust me, he will later when katsuki tells him aaalll about this.

Katsuki quickly took a video of denki giggling like a kid, smiling gently to himself as he recorded the electric blonde.

After a bit longer of the calm down tickles, he stopped. Getting off of denki and pulling him to cuddle so he could nap.

Denki was still a giggly mess to say the least, but happily snuggled close to katsuki. Being able to murmur through his hysterics-

"thahanks...I neheeded thahat..."

"you're welcome," katsuki replied gently, though he'd never admit that he actually needed that moment too...

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AN: I hope this was okay!!! I really love denki as a character so this was very fun to write :3

If anyone has any more requests I'd be absolutely thrilled to take them!!!!

@roseytheangel

Denki is not good at sitting still. He never has been. But right now, he's feeling it worse than ever before.

He shifts back and forth in his seat on the ground, staring at the TV screen in the commons. He watches as Mina just barely manages to beat Kirishima in a round of Mario Kart, producing a groan from the red-haired boy. The whole Bakusquad is hanging out in Denki's own dorm, having a tournament.

Kaminari isn't really paying attention, though. Because all he wants right now is everyone else's attention, all on him. He has this unbearable energy bubbling up in his stomach, spreading through his body and making him squirm. The energy makes him feel giddy, almost makes him want to laugh, and he knows that would be the only way to get rid of it. He just needs to come up with a plan. A plot, even. One to provoke his friends into satisfying that stupid urge that's filling his brain. Into tickling him, as embarrassing as it may be.

Kirishima hands him a controller, pulling him out of his thoughts. Right, he thinks, my turn to play. He turns his attention to the screen again and sees that he's up against Sero. Sero is just about the same skill level as Denki is, so he might have to cheat...

Just as the thought comes to mind, he has a genius idea.

"You ready, Kami?" Sero smiles at him, and Denki grins.

"Heck yeah, I am! You're going down."

"Hehe, yeah, right."

As the round starts, Denki realizes just how close to each other they are in terms of skill. They're practically neck and neck the whole race. Perfect.

It's getting close to the end of the round, and it looks like Sero is getting ahead. But then, Denki activates his plan. He takes one hand off of the controller, the other one reaching for Sero and wiggling fingers into his side.

Sero yelps and contorts his body to protect himself, but Denki follows easily, a grin on his face.

"Ah- hehey, no, you cheater! Stohop that!"

Denki ignores Sero's protests, and his efforts are rewarded when he crosses the finish line a few seconds before Sero, whose playing was hindered by the distraction.

Denki cheers. "Yeah, I won! Eat that, Sero!"

"You only won because you're a dirty little cheater!" Sero fires back incredulously.

"Doesn't matter."

"It kinda does," Kirishima comments with a smirk.

"You be quiet. It's my turn again, right? Who am I up against?"

Kirishima sighs as Mina giggles in the background. "Uh... Bakugo!"

Denki isn't sure if he should be happy or terrified. If he's going to continue with his plan, he's sure to face the wrath of Bakugo... but isn't that what he wants?

He decides that happy is the more appropriate feeling, though not by much. So, he grins. "Alright! Ready?" He turns to Bakugo, who just shrugs.

"Yeah, sure. Someone just hand me the controller so I can beat this loser."

As the round starts, Denki wonders if maybe 'terrified' was the right emotion. The round doesn't go quite as well as it had gone with Sero. Bakugo is obviously crazy good at the game. What isn't the guy good at? But because of this, Denki has to whip his plan out again sooner in the round.

About two laps in, Denki reaches over, just as he had done with Sero, and wiggles his fingers into Bakugo's side. Bakugo had luckily not been paying attention before, so he's pretty caught off guard.

"Hey-, what the hell?!" He quickly grabs onto Denki's wrist, pushing it back. "I will end you."

Somehow, throughout this, neither of them take their eyes off of the screen. Denki nearly gulps at Bakugo's words, a wobbly smile involuntarily appearing on his face. Oh, he's so gonna regret this. Maybe.

"Then why don't you do it, huh?"

Bakugo raises an eyebrow before accepting this. "Oh, I will. Right after I annihilate your ass in Mario Kart."

And with that, he lets go of Denki's wrist before proceeding to do just that. Denki never stood a chance.

"Bakugo is the winner of the tournament!" Kirishima shouts, holding Bakugo's arm up like he's presenting him to a crowd.

The group claps and cheers, all except for Denki, who is just about dying inside. He's not sure what would be worse; his plan working or his plan not working. Both would be torture.

Luckily, his internal questions are answered when Bakugo pulls away and stares straight at Denki, murder in his eyes. "You told me to end you, didn't you?"

Mina gasps. "Oh my gosh, is he getting what he deserves for cheating?"

"I don't know if anyone deserves to be under Bakugo's wrath." Sero grins.

"Doesn't matter. Get over here, asshole!" Bakugo shouts before tackling Denki to the ground, who yelps. He's hardly given any time to process what's happening before there are fingers digging roughly into his ribs.

Denki practically shrieks before breaking out into hysterical giggles, his former restlessness finally being let loose as he writhes.

"WAH- wait, nohohooo! Hehelp- ahahaha!"

"Y'know what? Yeah, I agree. Any of you guys wanna help?" Bakugo looks over to the others, who seem a bit torn between helping Bakugo and helping Denki. All except for Sero, who scoots over excitedly.

"Heck yeah! Revenge!"

Denki squeaks, feeling his stomach flutter in anticipation, which is even worse considering how much it's already fluttering from Bakugo's attack. "Nohohoo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, no, you're not," Sero snickers, to Denki's incredulity. Sure he's right, but still!

Denki's laughter doubles when he feels fingers squeezing at the top of his knees. He instinctively kicks his legs, nearly nailing Sero in the head.

"Woah! C'mon, man! First you cheat, and then you try to take me out?? Not cool," Sero teases, kneeling on Denki's calves to stop him from giving him a concussion, though he doesn't yet continue attacking his knees.

"Ahehehe- you deserve it!" Denki regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. Because once they do, he's struck with the feeling of that squeezing above his knees once again.

The hands on his ribs are honestly not that bad, which is surprising considering it's Bakugo. No, this is way worse, and the fact that he can't move his legs to release the energy is somehow adding to the ticklish shocks running through them. Seriously, he thought he knew electricity!

"WAHAhaha- nOHO! Waihihit!"

"Ha, that was a stupid thing to say," Bakugo snickers.

"Don't kill him, you guys," Kirishima comments, sitting back with Mina as they watch the whole thing go down.

"The guy's fine. He's been practically begging for it. Huh, Sparky?"

Denki, way too embarrassed to give a comment on that, just responds with more laughter and a deeper flush to his cheeks.

"See? He's fine." Bakugo switches to scratching his fingers around Denki's torso, the unpredictable movements making him swat at the boy's hands. "Hey, anybody wanna hold his arms back for me?"

"NOhoho, ahahA- don't!"

"Ooh, I will!" Mina exclaims excitedly. Kirishima seems to have decided Denki is able to survive this, because he just smiles and watches her hop over. Denki couldn't disagree with Kirishima less. He's absolutely going to die.

"Heck yeah, Mina! Help avenge us!" Sero cheers, which Denki can hardly focus on as the little mind power he has right now goes to keeping his arms down as Mina pulls them up.

Mina giggles as she struggles to raise Denki's arms. "Hey, Bakugo, wanna help?"

"Yeah, I gotcha." Bakugo scritches his fingers into Denki's neck, which makes him make a noise akin to a shriek and completely lose focus on his task, letting Mina pull his arms above his head and, to his dread (or maybe excitement), pin them under her knees, leaving her hands available.

Luckily, Bakugo moves his hands back down to his torso, leaving Sero to be the hardest to deal with again, who is now skittering his fingers over his knees.

"MihiHINa, I did- aahaha, NOhothing to youu!"

"I mean, could you count being adorable as doing something to me?" Mina giggles. Then, she loosely sets her fingers against his neck, and his heart practically jumps out of his chest.

"NONONOnohoho, Mina!"

Kirishima laughs from the side. "Maybe you are gonna kill him."

"He'll be fine," Bakugo grumbles, unable to hide a smirk.

"No, I wOHOn't! PLEhease, Minaaa!"

"Please what? Do this?" Mina flutters her fingers against Denki's neck, and that's really all it takes for him to fully collapse, laughing harder than he has in a long time. And honestly, it's relieving to be able to just let loose like this.

"NAHAHAHA- NOHOHO! AHAHAHA!"

Denki feels like he should be begging for them to stop. Literally anybody else would in this situation. But he really doesn't want them to, which is weird. The feeling of his friends putting all of their attention into him, giving him physical affection and letting him forget about everything else makes him way too happy to dislike it at all, even if it is slightly torturous.

It doesn't take long for him to get a bit overwhelmed, though. Before he can protest at all, he feels the familiar sparks of his quirk, which prompts the three to quickly stop before he can overload his quirk.

Denki is left panting on the ground, tears forming in his eyes and a permanent grin on his face. He peeks his eyes open to find Mina and Kirishima smiling down at him. He realizes he's been freed and pulls his arms down to hug himself.

"How are you doing, man?" Kirishima asks, looking amused.

Denki responds by groaning, though it's hard to take seriously since it's interlaced with giggles, which catch onto the others, including Sero, who's out of Denki's sight.

"Hehe, c'mere. Let's watch a movie or something." Kirishima lifts Denki up and pulls him into a side hug, leaning them both against the side of Denki's bed. The blonde boy doesn't hesitate to put his weight into Kirishima.

The others quickly join around them, Mina pressing into his other side and Sero against hers. Bakugo reluctantly leans against Kirishima, who's probably the only person he'd willingly touch for longer than necessary. Unless it's for tormenting them, of course. (Lovingly).

Denki ran for his life, ducking over furniture and dancing around other students. He got a few shouts and petty insults, but none of them mattered. If he stopped for just a second, he’d be toast… 

A few feet behind him, a certain fiery blonde surged forwards, letting off a few small explosions to hear Denki squeak. That dork was so dead when he caught up with him…

-

The crimson red hoodie was, in Denki’s opinion, the softest clothing article in the entire dorm complex. It was just heavy enough, and the plush lining on the inside was perfect for cuddles. Sure, it was Kirishima’s favorite piece of Crimson Riot merch he had, but the guy could share.

Sneaking out of the room, Denki hid the hoodie in a place only he would know. He’d return it…eventually. 

Right as he relocked Kiri’s door, he backed into something firm and warm. If that wasn’t hint enough, a low, rumbly growl left the man’s mouth. Oh shit…

“You better have a damn good explanation for this, dunce face.” A small whimper escaped the electric blonde when Bakugo touched his shoulder. Without a word, he took off, running frantically to escape his peer. He couldn’t stay ahead forever, but he had to try.

-

Denki pushed past another student; one he was hoping he wouldn’t run into. Kirishima was about to ask what was wrong when he saw Bakugou on his friend’s tail. Much more surprising, the boy was doing it with something akin to a smile on his face. Whatever was going on, Denki deserved it.

Before he could slip away, Kiri grabbed his shoulder, spinning the other student around. Denki was sent reeling, falling right into the arms of a very strong, very mischievous-looking blonde. Shit.

“Uh…h-hey, Bakugou. Can I…can you let me go? Ehe…” 

Bakugou just chuckled, grabbing the other blonde and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Denki kicked and squirmed, punching the taller teen’s shoulder. “Lemme go, you brute! I’m innocent!” A lie, but could you blame him for trying?

The explosion user barked out a rough laugh and continued to carry his classmate like a fussy child.. “Bull shit! No way you’re innocent after running like that. Now hold still, ya brat!” 

Kirishima trailed behind the two, following them into his room. Baku slammed the other blonde down on Kiri’s camo sheets. Denki let out a small “oof” as he landed, trying to squirm away. In seconds, though, he was pinned, his arms gathered above his head and his thighs straddled by an almost forgotten redhead.

“Okay, give it up, dude. Where’s my hoodie?” Kiri cracked his knuckles, smirking down at the bratty student. Denki giggled, but didn’t say anything. His lips were metaphorically sealed. Emphasis on metaphorically. “W-whahat hoodie?”

Above him, Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Save it, dunce face. Tell us where the damn hoodie is. Now.” He gathered both of Denki’s hands in one of his, using the other to wiggle his fingers menacingly.

Even though he knew it was coming, the Pikachu-esque boy’s eyes went wide. He knew he was gonna get it, but the wiggling fingers made him more nervous than any spoken threat.

“I dohon’t know! A-ask Mina, shehe loves Crihimson Riot!” Denki honestly had no idea if that was true, but he had to try something. The looks he received, though, told him he had fucked up.

“Oh really? I thought you didn’t know what hoodie was taken, Kami. Care to explain now?” Still giggling, he shook his head, knowing what would happen next. Not wanting to disappoint, Kiri dug in, squeezing and poking his belly and sides.

He giggled like a child, the sound bubbly and bright. The boy tried to kick or twist away, but with Kiri on his thighs and Baku holding up his arms, he wasn’t going anywhere. “G-guhuhuys! Nohot thihihis!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, though the red head chuckled. “This is only gonna get worse for ya, man. Might as well spill now while you can breathe.” Denki just shook his head, staying stubbornly persistent.

The other blonde grew impatient, deciding he’d waited long enough. “Little shit isn’t spilling if you baby him. Gotta be rough with his ass.” Using his free hand, Bakugou dug into one of Denki’s underarms, squeezing and drilling wildly.

“Grk- BAHAHAHA! BAHAKUGOHOHOU!” Denki arched his back at the intense sensation, his eyes squeezing shut. He had expected some tickling, but damn! Angry boy was getting mean with it.

Kirishima shook his head, looking like a frustrated mother. “Seriously, Bakubro? How’s he gonna talk if you’re torturing him?” Still, he didn’t back off, gently running his fingers up and down the length of his midsection.

“Q-QUIHIT FIHIHIGHTING! YOUHU SOHOHOUND LIHIKE MY GRAHANDPAHARENTS!” Both ticklers’ eyes darted down to him, one amused and one ready for murder. Deciding to be a minor devil’s advocate, Kiri teased his violent partner. “I mean, he’s not wrong, bro. You wanna bake some cookies after this?”

Bakugou growled, deciding to get him back for that one later. Right then, he had a different nuisance to destroy. “Just shut up and get his fuckin’ knees already. If he can yap, he can laugh harder.”

“WAHAHAIT! NOHO, PLEHEASE NOHOT THEHERE!” He kicked twice as hard, struggling to do anything besides laugh and beg. “Sorry, dude. You should’ve spilled.”

Without another warning, Kiri turned around, digging into the backs of Denki’s knees. The boy shrieked, tossing his head back and cackling at the torment of his worst spot. “NAHAHAHA! YOUHUHU- *snort* PLEHEHEASE!”

The other blonde chuckled evilly, running his short nails up and down Denki’s forearms, trailing a path from his elbow to his armpit over and over again. It was all the shorter boy could do not to lose his mind, snort after shriek after snort ripping from his throat.

Finally, after about two minutes of the intense tickling, Denki caved; he couldn’t take it anymore. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’LL SPIHIHIHIL! *snort* NAHAHAHO MOHOHORE!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, one sliding down the side of his face.

Kirishima immediately stopped, recognizing the desperation in his voice; he’d never hurt his friends intentionally. Baku scoffed, still not releasing Denki’s arms. “There ya go, fuckin’ brat. Now spill it.”

Giggling off some of the leftover sensations, he tried to recover. “Hohoholy shihit…thahat was- youhu guys are ahahawful!”

Bakugou squeezed his side, making the blonde shriek in surprise. “Ohokay, okay! Ihit’s in my cohomic cubby! Noho mohohore!”

While the aggressive boy would have been more than happy to continue, Kirishima put a hand on his. “That’s good, Bakubro. Let him breathe, I’m happy.” Rolling his eyes, Baku climbed off his sparky peer, sauntering off to who-knows-where. Kiri would talk with him later.

Kirishima looked back down at his giggly friend with a fond smile. He ruffled Denki’s hair, though it was already messy enough. He had one piece of advice that might save the guy from another total wrecking.