Hand It Over! (My Hero Academia)
Warning: Tickle fic ahead!
Characters: Todoroki, Bakugou
Word Count: 1,535
Summary: Bakugou wants to watch TV, but Todoroki had control of the remote first. After (barely) asking nicely, he decides the only way to get it is through torture~.
A/N: This fic isn't necessarily TodoBaku, but it can be read that way or platonically! :D
“I said, give it to me!”
“Stop, Bakugou, I was here first.”
“Like I give a shit, Icy-Hot! Hand it over!”
Todoroki yelped when Bakugou pounced on him. He angrily tried grasping at the TV remote, which Todoroki held high above his head. Everything had been peaceful until Bakugou decided he wanted to come out of his room for once. Todoroki was watching a news program, though not much had been going on aside from the usual reports, and not two minutes had passed before Bakugou started demanding the remote. The half-and-half hero was used to this behavior from his classmate by now, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at the way he was being spoken to.
He tried grabbing at his explosive classmate’s hands with one of his own while still keeping the remote out of reach. “Stop. I already told you I’d give it to you when my show was over.”
“It’s the news!” Bakugou scoffed, still grappling for the remote, “It’s not even entertaining!”
“Maybe not to you, but it is to me.”
“Gimme the remote!”
“I said no.”
Bakugou growled, aggravated at the fact that his classmate was being so calm and that he was about equal strength with him, if not more so, so trying to grab the remote while he was pushing him away was more of a difficult task than he’d like it to be. In the midst of his fruitless attempts, he shifted his position, and accidentally brushed his hand along Todoroki’s side when rebalancing. He shot his gaze downward when he heard a loud gasp escape from his friend, along with his arm coming down ever so slightly.
“The hell was that?” Bakugou inquired, his usual gruffness accompanied by a sprinkle of interest and confusion.
“N-Nothing,” Todoroki stammered, his heart pounding and face flushed.
The hot headed hero silently scanned his friend beneath him, trying to figure out what could have elicited such a sound. He narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare.
“I’m not dumb, Icy-Hot!”
“I never said you were.”
“Then tell me what that sound was!”
Todoroki felt himself sinking further into the couch, wishing he could just go back to watching TV. He felt his face heating up more and more by the second. He didn’t know how to get out of this. Bakugou was determined and stubborn; there was no way he was going to let this go. Quickly and in a panic, he took the moment Bakugou was distracted to squeeze at his side with his free hand. His classmate yelped in surprise, defensively wrapping his arms around his torso. This didn’t stop Todoroki, as he grinned a little and continued squeezing the side he had a grip on. Bakugou grit his teeth, growling in place of forced laughter, and tried clawing at his friend’s offending hands.
“S-Stop! What are you d-doing?!”
“What’sa matter, Bakugou? Are you ticklish?”
“O-Of course not, moron! Stop it!”
“If you’re not ticklish, then why do you want me to stop?” Todoroki moved his hand up to Bakugou’s ribs, squeezing and scribbling whatever surface he could that his friend wasn’t actively protecting.
“B-Becahause!” Bakugou doubled over, practically falling on top of Todoroki while he clutched his torso desperately. “Leheheave me alone!!”
“Were those giggles I heard~? Did the big, bad Bakugou just giggle?”
“No! Shut UUUHUHUHUP! AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”
Todoroki smirked as his explosive friend came crashing down onto him. He continued to rapidly squeeze and knead at the spot just above his ribcage, not letting up for a second. Bakugou thrashed like a fish out of water, shoving at his friend’s hands in pure desperation. He couldn’t even muster up the strength to back away from him, that was how badly it tickled.
“Not ticklish, huh?”
“SHUHUHUHUT YOUR MOHOHOHOUTH! S-STAHAHAHAHAP! I WILL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!”
“That’s not nice, Bakug–”
The half-and-half hero yelped when he felt a squeeze at his own side, and he absolutely melted when the squeezes continued. He lost any energy to keep up his own ticklish onslaught, and used any remaining energy to keep himself from laughing. Gasping for breath, Bakugou kept kneading and pinching his friend’s sides, grateful for the moment of reprieve. Once he finally regained his strength, he sat up fully and dug into his sides with more force.
“Oh, you all quiet now? What happened to that cocky attitude you just had, Icy-Hot?” He smirked and proceeded to explore Todoroki’s abdomen. He squeezed, kneaded, and scribbled his fingers along every inch of his ticklish torso. “C’mon! You were so vocal just a second ago! Laugh, dammit!”
A swift shake of his head was enough to encourage Bakugou to try even harder. He explored the entirety of his classmate’s torso, some spots eliciting more of a struggle than others, but he knew he hit the jackpot when he ventured up to his armpits. A single poke was enough to cause Todoroki to squeal and thrash harder than he had thus far. He shot his arms down and started pushing at his tormentor, but he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. The remote had long since fallen to the floor.
“There we go,” Bakugou grinned mischievously as he drilled into his friend’s hollows with his free hand.
“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Please? Please what? You have no room to beg, you started this!” He started kneading his thumb into the pits while scribbling his fingers on the outsides of them. “But I won’t object to hearing you beg. So go on, beg all ya want! See how far it gets you~.”
“NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEASING!! C-C’MOHOHOHOHON, PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!”
The smirk on the explosive teen’s face was spine-chilling. He looked sadistic as he tormented his poor classmate, really digging into one of his worst spots with such vigor, and feeding off the desperation in his voice. The combination of his bright red face and shrieking, helpless laughter was intoxicating. He had no intention of stopping anytime soon, and it showed. That is unless…
“You regretting not giving me the remote yet?”
“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE STIHIHIHILL ON ABOUT THAHAHAHAHAT?!”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You never gave it to me! Come to think of it…” Bakugou turned his hand into a claw, intensely scribbling into his friend’s armpits with deadly precision. “Is that why you started tickling me? Did I accidentally tickle you while tryna grab the remote? You wanted to distract me from trying to do it again?”
The heat that radiated off of his classmate’s face was enough of an answer. Todoroki shrieked, whined, and thrashed as his armpits were tormented. He wanted to just cover his face, too embarrassed to even wanna be in the same room as Bakugou right now. No one had known he was ticklish. Hell, he hadn’t even known until a particular confrontation with Midoriya not long ago. His upbeat friend had sworn not to tell a soul, though, so he figured he was safe from anyone else finding out. How he hated being wrong.
“Well?” Bakugou pinched the skin around the half-and-half hero’s armpits, drilled directly into the middle of them, rapidly scribbled and tickled every inch of the sensitive skin, doing whatever he could to squeeze out the loudest and most desperate laughter.
“YEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAHAY?! YEHEHEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHARE YOU HAHAHAPPY NOHOHOW?!”
“Not yet. You still need to hand over the remote.”
“FIHIHIHINE, JUHUHUHUHUST TAHAHAHAKE IT!”
“I don’t think I wanna stop just yet, you’re having so much fun~!”
“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”
“Ugh. Fine. After this.” Bakugou proceeded to lift his classmate’s shirt up, hold down his wrists with both of his hands, scoot downward, then positioned his lips above his tummy.
“W-What… Whahahat are you dohoing?” Todoroki looked on with confusion, tensing his belly for the worst.Â
Without a word, the explosive hero took a large breath in, then blew a giant raspberry on his friend’s bare tummy. The noise that escaped him was almost inhuman. A mix of a shriek, a snort, and uncontrollable laughter, immediately followed by silent hysterics. Todoroki thrashed and bucked and squirmed, desperately trying to get away from the ticklish torment. He had never experienced such a torturous feeling before. And yet, he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel exhilarating.
Once his long raspberry concluded, Bakugou sat off of his friend, shooting him an amused smirk. His classmate was a mess of tear-stained, red cheeks, residual giggles, and tingling nerves everywhere. After a few moments of trying to calm down, he sat up fully and glared at Bakugou, though it lost any effectiveness due to the wide smile he so desperately tried to hide.
“So, remote?” Bakugou inquired expectantly.
Todoroki huffed as he got off of the couch, legs trembling. He went around to the side the armrest he had been pinned to was on, and grabbed the remote that had fallen to the floor in the commotion. He then plopped back onto the couch, all energy having been expended.
“Here,” he glowered at Bakugou as he handed him the remote.
“Finally,” the hot head relaxed into the couch as he changed the channel, looking victorious. He then peered at Todoroki curiously, saw his attempt at a scowl, and laughed. “What? Your show’s over anyway~.”
