#ler!sero

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).

Movie night – an innocent enough idea, or so you’d thought. You and him hadn’t had much quality time as-of-late, so you penciled in some quick, low-effort fun.

And, of course, Sero had to be the one to choose the film. You weren’t complaining (much); he had pretty good taste in films. You just hadn’t expected him to pick a movie with…that in it.

Since it was October, Sero had chosen a spooky movie: Corpse Bride. You’d never seen it before, and it seemed interesting. He promised you’d like it, even betting his favorite hoodie that you’d wanna watch it again. You happily took those odds.

About three-fourths of the way through the movie, you were definitely into it. The stop-motion animation was really cool to watch, and the plot had you wondering which way it’d go.

Of course, you also had the world’s comfiest space heater next to you, his arm draped over your shoulder as you leaned against his side. That definitely helped you enjoy yourself.

You were completely relaxed and focused, zeroed in on the television screen. So, when the scene with the spiders came on, you were completely unprepared.

As the folk of the underworld were preparing Victor for the wedding, Victor’s suit was tailored by the spiders. At least six of the hand-sized arachnids crawled across his torso, each repairing some part of his suit.

Apparently, the legs tickled; he jerked about and laughed, squirming as they accidentally tickled him. It wasn’t a long scene, by any means, but it still caught you completely off guard.

Sero felt you squirm, glancing over to see what was going on. You were blushing…? The only thing happening on screen was a quick tickle scene. He saw your foot clench through your socks, and it all clicked. Oooo, I’m gonna have fun with this…

“You’re awfully red over there, hon. What’sa matter?” Sero gave your side a little squeeze, presumably to get your attention. He couldn’t hide his smirk as you jumped, loving the little sound that caught in your throat.

“I-I’m fine. Just…need a drink.” You reached over to grab your drink, only to have him tase your underarm. Squeaking, you back, falling right into his side. He barely had to try to capture you, just wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Hey…” He leaned in, dropping his voice to whisper teasingly in your ear. “Are you ticklish?”

The question somehow both made your blood run cold and your face burn at the same time. When he testingly dragged a few fingers across your stomach, you couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes~”

Ugh, even his tone was enough to send butterflies swarming in your chest! That wasn’t the only sensation there; Sero began attacking your stomach with his right hand, the left holding you against him. He gave your hip a few teasing squeezes, watching as you bucked and laughed.

“S-SEHEHEHERO!” Wriggling and kicking, you tried to shove his arms away. Unfortunately, the smug hero-in-training was stronger than you, keeping you trapped in his arms.

“Damn, you really are ticklish, aren't cha?” Sero mused, glancing over at the screen. He skillfully hit the remote with his toe, pausing the movie so only your laughter could be heard. He loved the sound of it: raucous, flustered, and utterly adorable.

Actually, your laugh sounded…really different. It was less reserved; you didn’t exactly have the choice to hold back, after all. The sound was free, helpless, and oh-so-happy. It brought a slight blush to his cheeks, making him huff.

“You’ve been holdin’ out on me, you brat!” The tape-quirked boy playfully growled, resting his head on your shoulder. He wasn’t sure if it was flustering or not, but it was comfy. “Where’s this pretty laugh been, huh?”

“I-IHIHIT’S NOHOT PREHEHETTY!” You denied the claim, kicking your feet against the worn cushions of his couch. It wasn’t helping you escape in the slightest, but it helped you not to lose your mind.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

Suddenly, he stopped, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Fuck, that tone…he didn’t sound happy. You just huffed, shrugging.

“You don’t get to lie to my face. That has consequences.”

Before you could ask what he was talking about, he activated his quirk. Your wrists were taped together and hoisted above your head, the tail of the tape sticking to the ceiling. You were stuck to wiggle helplessly, back facing your attacker.

“I didn’t lie!” The annoyed huff told you that reasoning wasn’t gonna work. Begging it was, then. “W-wait, wait, Sero! I’m sorry!”

“Too little, too late. Sing for me~”

With that, the real attack began. Sero let his right hand attack your armpit, the other clawing at your stomach from behind. All the while, he whispered little teases in your ear, flustering the shit out of you. It was hardly fair, but you couldn’t really complain properly through your cackles.

"You have the prettiest laugh on Earth, hon. I'm not gonna let you forget it~"

As you squirmed and thrashed, your top began to ride up. It exposed your belly fully, and Sero was more than happy to take advantage of that.

“Don’t mind if I do…” He dragged his short nails across your bare midriff, loving the feeling of your quivering belly beneath his fingers. “I could do this aaaaall day, hon~”

You were losing it, thrashing and twisting to try and get the tape off. It held diabolically strong, leaving you trapped under Sero’s evil fingers. Eventually, you hit your limit, letting your head hang forwards.

“S-SEHEHEHEROHOHO! NOHO MOHOHOHORE!”

He begrudgingly stopped, sensing you had reached your limit. The tape was removed, and he pulled you back against his chest to cuddle. Utterly exhausted, you complied without a second thought.

“Geez, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as ticklish as you.” Sero chuckled, gently rubbing the stomach he had just finished tormenting. You just groaned in flustered annoyance, burying your face in his warm chest.

“Shut up, Hanta.” You used his first name to let him know he was pushing it. The head pats you received were close to compensation, but he had a long way to go.

Glancing over, you finally remember the movie the two of you were watching. You were about to fall asleep, so finishing it would have to wait until tomorrow. Actually…

“Hey, since we didn’t actually finish the movie, I can’t watch it again. I won the bet.” Watching his expression go from confusion to despair felt extra gratifying in that moment. He sputtered, trying and failing to come up with a reason to deny you. You’d found a loophole.

“Damn it…fine. You can have my Kuromi hoodie…brat.” You stuck your tongue out at him before cheering; you’d been after soft purple article for months.

Yeah, he was never gonna see that hoodie again…

“Ha! Oh my gosh! Your laugh is soooo cute!” Mina cheers, still tickling away. She’s trying to pry her way under his toes.

“Seriously, I can’t believe I was scared of you a few months ago!” Denki chides, tickling over the top of his foot. “Listen to that giggle!”

“Fuhuhuhuhuhu- hahaha k-ha off!” Bakugo wheezes between laughs.

“Seriously, we have to get you back more often.” Sero beams down at him, tickling between his armpits and his upper ribs, which really seem to get him going.

“That’s for sure!” Kirishima smiles, shark-like.

Izuku laughs lightly along with them, tickling random spots along Kacchan’s ribs and stomach. He pokes at his bellybutton and hips a few times, getting plenty of squirming for his efforts. Bakugo shouts empty threats through his laughter, squeaking and embarrassed until his friends finally have pity on him after a while of exacting their revenge. They’ll all pay for this. That for sure. But they’ll enjoy it while it lasts! That’s for sure too!

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