✭ Here’s a little short fic I came up with at 1:30 at night, because... why not? (Upon finishing this story it’s now 2:27 - I ate food and I finished this “short” story. It actually turned out pretty long. Sorry.. hehe.)
✭Art belongs to @.patpaige as you can see in their logo. This artwork is amazing (<3).
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Title: “Tamaki vs. ...Eri and Mirio?”
Ship: Miritama ft. Eri
Summary: Amajiki is no good with kids, Eri finds out what tickling is and Mirio is somehow a great teacher. ... could be worse.
Warning: Tickle fic. I think that’s all you need to be warned about. <3
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“Ama-chan?” Eri’s soft voice echoed throughout the room as she laid down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling with eyes filled with boredom. Her white hair sat on the floor nicely, being held up with two bright red sparkly bows that matched her red overalls quite nicely.
The elder looked over to the girl on the floor, an anxious look spread across his face - of course, that was his normal face but the fact that Mirio - his boyfriend - had left him in charge of taking care of the kids. ...it made his stomach upset with every thought. “..y-yes, Eri-chan?”
“...will you play with me?” she asked, now sitting up in a criss-cross position, the twinkle in her eyes shining as she looked at him. The blue haired hero’s eyes widened with fear as he shook his head. “...you know, M-Mirio is a lot better at these things...than I am. You should just wait for him,” he said, waving dismissively as he continued to ‘supervise’ her.
Eri pouted softly, standing up - she wasn’t all that tall, but it still amazed him how much she had grown since... that day. “Please..?” she begged, clasping her hands together.
Amajiki only shook his head. “...honey, y-you know I’m...bad at this. You’ll have more fun with Togata, anyways.”
“But I wanna play with you..!” Eri sat down right in front of him, grasping on to the hoodie of his hero costume. Her grip wasn’t strong but it wasn’t letting go any time soon. He might as well just let her be, he thought as he closed his eyes and tried to think of a way to please her.
All of that was cut off when little fingers missed his hoodie and accidentally danced over the nape of his neck. A gasp escaped his lips, almost knocking her over as he went to protect himself from the ... weird sensations.
“A-Ama-chan? D-Did I hurt you?” Eri’s pout had turned to a slight frown, her eyes wide with fear. Amajiki shook his head frantically, a blush creeping up on his face. Petting the top of her head softly, he replied, “no. Y-You didn’t hurt me. Could I call m-myself a hero... if you out of all people hurt me? ..I may not be as strong as Mirio, but I’m... still worth being a hero. It just... er..” the rest of the sentence was lost in a mumble.
“Ama-chan! You have to speak louder, or else I can’t hear you!”
“...y-you just tic...” there he was, incoherently mumbling the rest of the sentence to himself- he almost looked a lot like Deku at the moment but Eri couldn’t bring that up. A bright red blush was on his face, and it was starting to creep toward his ears.
“I think what he’s trying to say is that he’s ticklish, Eri-chan.”
Speak of the devil, the childish blonde had come back with the snacks already - and he had heard everything that they did. Amajiki couldn’t really function after hearing that word - it was like his whole body stopped working with him.
“...what’s ‘ticklish’?” Eri asked, fiddling with her hands.
“...you see, Eri-chan, our dear Ama-chan is very ticklish..”
Mirio went over to the side of the shy boy, watching him curl up in a ball - his heart melted at the sight of his lover. A bright red blushy face, small whimpers coming out of his mouth, hiding himself so that he couldn’t get to his most ticklish spots - what a cute boyfriend he was.
“...and ticklish.. is a feeling you get when someone tickles you. ...it makes them laugh.”
“..laugh? Does it make them happy?”
“Oh, yes,” Mirio teased. “Very happy.”
Eri’s eyes widened in surprise before getting a mischievous glint in them. “..h-how do I tickle..?” she asked, looking down at her hands and feet - the more she tried to find the answer, the more Mirio felt sad and relieved for her. She was finally getting childhood experiences. ...maybe one that’ll stick for a while..
“This is how you tickle, Eri,” the blonde said as he wiggled his fingers in place, watching Tamaki already start to squirm in place. The teasing was starting to get unbearable - the more and more they said that word, the more he got butterflies in his stomach. Eri copied his movements, seemingly still puzzled at what she was doing.
“That’s it! Good job. Now you just have to do it on him.” Mirio applauded her, immediately grabbing his foot and holding it in place. The anxious hero’s eyes widened as he struggled in place - Eri looked almost hesitant to do it.
“He’s... struggling,” Eri commented, worry filling her face.
“That’s what people do. See, tickling causes fight or flight responses - which means they either run away from it or take it like a man. In which case, he tends to run away from it. I’m not hurting him, I promise. And if I do, I’ll apologize straight away. Sound good?” He held out his pinky and she took it with a nod and a grin.
“Now, wiggle your fingers on his foot. Test it out,” he said, holding him very still with both of his arms. The white haired girl seemed very shy about it at first, not really sure if she was doing it right, but when she glided her fingers on the sole of his foot, the reaction they got was instantaneous.
“...h-hold.. o-on! Aaaah-! Ahahaha... w-wait, s-stop! P-please..!” Eri almost seemed shocked at the giggles that he was producing - then again, no one had really heard him laugh. A smile was all they got, and even that was rare for them. “See? They laugh.”
“M-Mihihiro.. p-please! Dohohon’t do thihihis..!” The soft giggles were still pouring out of his mouth, as he hid his face within his hands, clearly embarrassed out of his mind.
“S-So... Ama-Chan’s happy?” Eri asked, never letting up her soft but vicious attack of his foot.
“Mhmm, very happy.” Mirio commented, releasing one of his arms to wiggle his fingers at him. “But watch. I can make him happier. I’m gonna need to let go of him, so watch out, okay?” The little girl nodded as she backed up, watching her hero release his grip and sit on his waist instead. She tilted her head softly, still really new to this.
“Tickle tickle, Amajiki~,” Mirio whispered into his ear, delicately attacking his ribs one by one. His laughter seemed to increase by a little - it was full blown laughing and not just small little giggles. Eri gasped, a smile on her face. “...show the little girl you’re happy, baby,” he said, grabbing his arms and holding them above one hand.
Amajiki was just too pure for this world, Mirio concluded. Hair starting to get all messy from the squirming, a bright red face the color of a tomato, eyes pricked with tears due to him not being able to take so much. ...it was just all too much for him. It made his little heart flutter with joy.
“...so, if I tickle here,” she pointed to her own ribs and then proceeded to poke the side of Tamaki’s, “..I make him more happy?”
“That’s correct. He can’t take very much of this, however, so we need to switch. I know, here!” Mirio pointed to his sides, smirking softly.
“... t-tickle tickle, Ama-chan!” Eri cried out as both of her hands found their way to his sides, making him jolt in ticklish agony.
“Y-You.. guhuhuhys are sohohoho mehehean!!” Tamaki shook his head back and forth as he tried to free himself from his loving boyfriend’s tight grip. “..p-please stohohohop..!” By this point, the poor boy’s laughter had turned a little bit wheezy, in which was a sign to stop.
“Eri-chan, let’s give him a break, yeah? We can’t keep tickling him - but we can after he recovers.” Mirio stopped his attack, and Eri somehow surprisingly stopped hers too.
“...t-thank.. you,” Amajiki wheezed, covering his face with his arms.
“C’mere, baby,” Mirio said as he gave a small kiss on his forehead, leaning against him softly. Eri sat down on the blonde boy’s lap, gaining a hug from him. The blushy hero “reluctantly” leaned back into his boyfriend, closing his eyes softly.
A guy could get used to this..
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