Warning! This is a tickle fic!
The Breakdown: Lee Kaminari and Ler Kirishima
Prompt: Denki learned how to make fishtail bracelets. Kirishima finds this to be cool as hell. So, he finds Kami some other things to work with. After making one out of Kirishimaâs workout jump ropes, the spiky haired hero canât help but get his revenge
Denki Kaminari squealed to himself as he pulled a completed fishtail bracelet off of his rubber band loom. He put a plastic clip on it and practically shoved it on his wrist. He was proud.
The electric hero strode into the common room, displaying his yellow and black bracelet proudly.
âDude! Thatâs so cool! The colors are awesome!â Kirishima cooed, lifting Kaminariâs wrist to examine it.
âThanks! It is pretty useful though.â Denki chimed, âBecause now I can make fishtails out of anything stretchy and oval shaped.â
Kirishima gasped in amusement, rushing to the kitchen to grab six large rubber bands. He returned and shoved them into Kamiâs hands, the spiky haired boyâs eyes sparkling.
Denki chuckled and created a large fishtail bracelet on his fingers. He held it up with a goofy grin, âsee?â
Kirishima made it a personal mission to sprint around the dorms, grabbing six of each item he found. He so far had collected six scrunches, six standard hair ties, six old socks he cut holes into, six rubber bracelets and six of his bandanas. He bounded back into the common area, expecting to find the blonde happily waiting for him.
Denki however made his way to Kirishimaâs dorm, expecting to find the redhead there. Before returning to the common room, he eyed multiple jump ropes. Their ends were clicked together and hanging on the wall. Denkiâs smirk grew devilish, he knew what he had to do.
Kirishima finally saw Kami, sitting on the floor of his dorm room, making a fishtail out of the jump ropes.
âDenkiiiii!â Kirishima whined, âI gotta use those laterrrrr.â
The blonde jumped with a gasp.
âW-W-Uh I-Uh-â he stammered, shoving the bundle behind his back.
âHow dare you!â Kirishima said with fake offense, âI should weave you into one of those damn things!â
âWait that would be kind of fun. See if you can do it.â Denki chimed with a goofy grin.
Kirishima laughed as Denki held his arms in a hoop shape, pulling the two ropes over them.
âCooooooool!â Both boys cooed.
âAre you idiots serious? Howâs he supposed to get out of that?â Bakugoâs monotoned voice sounded from the open door.
âEasy. I just un-â Denki attempted to move his arms apart. He could not, âson of a bitch.â
Bakugo scoffed, âfucking idiot.â he couldnât help to cover his mouth and muffle his laughter as Denki sat down on Kirishimaâs bed, still fighting the ropes around his arms.
âShut up Bakugo! Iâll rgh- give you something ngh- to laugh about!â Denki spat as he fought to release his arms.
A devilish glint lit up Kirishimaâs eye. In a quick movement, he pulled Denkiâs arms under his legs and behind his back.
âH-hey! What gives, asshole?!â Denki barked as he wriggled his shoulders.
âThis is punishment for turning my jump ropes into a knot!â Kirishima barked as he pushed the boy over and straddled his hips.
âNO! NO WAY!â Kami was begging in vain. He wriggled and writhed but no avail.
The blondeâs breath hitched as he felt two fingers jab both of his sides. The jabs continued, slow paced and agonizing. Denki vibrated under the touches and grunted strainingly.
âHold it in all you want. Iâm happy to keep you here for hours.â Kirishima cooed in a soft voice.
Denki squeezed his eyes shut, his lips curling into a teeth-gritted smile. Kirishima had just switched his light prods to full hand squeezes. They were slow, but frequent enough to be effective.
âChrist Kirishima. Youâd think youâre torturing him.â Bakugo voice sounded again. The latter could hear the pleasure in his voice. Denki was too busy focusing on keeping his composure to know he was there.
Bakugo was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing a long sleeved shirt, sweatpants and a look of amusement.
âOh right youâre still here.â Kirishima said softly. His torturous movements still didnât break the boy beneath him, so he moved to ever so slowly squeeze a hand on the boyâs stomach. âCâmon Denks! Let it out!â
Denki bit his lip as soft snickers bubbled up in his throat.
âYes there it is! Let me hear it.â Kirishima demanded.
The boy beneath him shook his head and hid his face. He could do this! If he didnât laugh, Kirishima would stop! Right? He just had to hold out a little lon-
âKihihihihirihihi! Stahahahappihihihit!â Denki erupted into giggles as the spiky haired hero squeezed much faster.
âFINALLY.â Kirishima said in exasperation.
Denki wiggled as he giggled uncontrollably. The ropes showed no sign of- WAIT! Theyâre coming loose! He carefully maneuvered his arms in fear of snapping the ropes. YES! He was free now!
Kirishima noticed the boy had wriggled free as two palms pushed against his face.
âHey youâre free! Donât worry buddy, Iâll hold your hands for you. I know the girls have been giving you a hard time.â Kirishima cooed with a playful tone, pinning Kaminariâs wrists above him.
A huge red blush crept to the blondeâs cheeks, âKihihihihirihihihi! Sohohohoho embahahahrahahassihihihinghehe!â
Kirishima smiled brightly and moved a torturous hand up to spider under the blondeâs right arm.
âWAAA-HAHAHAHAHIHIHIHIT!! KIHIHIHIHIRIHIHIHI!â Denki bucked his hips in an attempt to free himself.
âYes?â Kirishima purred. He was enjoying every minute of this.
âQUIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIT!â Poor Kaminari gave up on trying to fight, instead he simply gave up and let his laughter loose.
âAwww youâre not gonna fight me anymore? No fun! What if I moved spots? Would you like that? Or do you want to just sit here and take it? Because God knows you arenât going to push me off.â Kirishima teased.
âJesus, Kirishima.â Bakugo had a slight grin with furrowed brows, âyouâre gonna kill him dude.â
âNah, Iâll just bring him an inch away from death.â
Lazy laughter, miscellaneous pleads and multiple âsorryâs, leaked out of Denkiâs lips as Kirishima switched between both of his underarms. The boy kicked his legs in response to the absolute agony.
Kirishima ceased his attack. âYou gonna help me untie my ropes buddy?â
âYES! I WILL!â Denki screeched, trying to push his arms up.
âHmm. I donât believe you. Well since you gave me these, Iâll give them some attention. Thatâs what you want right?â Kirishima said as he let a hand down to squeeze the boyâs knee.
âHRGNH- NONONONONONONO! IM TELLIN THE TRUTH!â
âNope. Donât believe you.â Kirishima said as he turned himself around.
âKIRISHIMA NO!â Denki cried with a fearful grin, sitting up to shake Kirishimaâs shoulders.
âKIRISHIMA YES!â The redhead yelled at the same volume. He began to squeeze and knead at the helpless boyâs left knee.
Denki threw his head back and screamed. His laughter was deep and free. It dumped from his chest uncontrollably.
âKIHIHIHIRIHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!â Poor Kaminari writhed back and forth, but the weight on his hips kept him from moving. âNAHAHAHAHAT KNEEHEHEHEHEHES! NOOHOHOHOHOHO!â
âYes knees! Yes!â Kirishima teased in response as he added another hand, now kneading both knees.
Denki fell backwards yet again, screaming as he covered his face.
As Kirishima moved his fingers to spider underneath one of his knees, Denki jolted upward. The blonde pounded his fists against Kirishimaâs back.
âPLEAHEHEHEHESE! IHIHIHIHILL DOHOHOHOHO ANYHEHEHETHIHIHIHIHING!â Tears leaked down the boyâs red face. He couldnât take anymore before he would short circuit, âIHIHIHIHIM GOHOHOHNAHAHAHA BLOHOHOHOHOHOW! STAHAHAHAHAPPIHIHIHIHIT!â
Against his will, and proper judgement, Bakugo found himself tearing himself from the doorframe and in front of the duo. âEnough Eiji. Donât you hear him begging?â
âAwww. Fine.â Kirishima hopped off of Denki, who curled into himself while hiccuping.
âYou better help me untie my ropes, bro.â The redhead said with a playful tone.
Denki could only nod in agreement. Kirishima sighed and helped him sit up.
âYou okay bro? Sorry about that...â
âY-yeah... was fun.â Denki let the answer leak from his lips, far too tired to think of a lie.
âOh it was fun huh? Great. Thanks for the new info, Dunce Face.â Bakugo said with a menacing grin.
âWAAAAAH! HE WAS STILL HERE? KIRIIIIII!â Denki whined and hid his head in his hands.
âRelax Pikachu, no oneâs gonna know.â Bakugo said with lifted brows. He paused, looking at the duo, âas long as you make me one of those.â
Denkiâs eyes lit up. A goofy grin spread across his face as he sprinted down the hallway to start the bracelet.
Kirishima and Bakugo looked at the blur of their friend, then each other. They paused to take in what just happened, then both scoffed with matching grins and furrowed brows.
âDo you really even want one?â Kirishima inquired, breaking the silence.
âNah.â Bakugo said with a sigh as he laid on the bed, arms behind his head, âBut he seems proud of the damn thing. âSthe least I can do.â
âYouâre a good guy, Bakubro.â
âYeah yeah. Keep yapping and I wonât be.â
About ten minutes later, Denki came back bounding down the hallway. He carried two more bracelets in his hands. One red and black, and one orange and black. He handed them to his friends.
âNow we match.â He said with a happy smile.
Bakugo examined his bracelet with fondness, âhell yeah we do.â