#ticklish!hiro

“Stupid brain! Why. Won't. You. WORK?!”

Hiro groaned as he bumped his forehead off the desk, unknowingly smearing the graphite from his latest failed sketch into his forehead.

The boy was at his limit. He'd been working for hours to try and think up a show-stipping invention, but his brain was fried. A pounding headache banged at his temples like it was trying to escape from his head, and he was tempted to help it. Maybe a good idea would fall out with the rest of his sanity.

Wow, I need some caffeine.

As if he could hear his brother's thoughts, Tadashi came in with two mugs, a Boston cream, and a knowing smile. “Hey, stink.”

“Gimme that.”

Hiro doesn't even bother greeting him back, rolling his chair over to snatch the mug. He immediately chugged the warm liquid, surprised when it didn't burn him. Tadashi must’ve foreseen his eagerness and let the drinks cool before bringing them up.

“Jeez, Hiro, did you taste it?” Tadashi chuckled, but there was an undertone of concern in his words. The bags under his brother's eyes looked more like bruises, and his hair obviously hadn't been brushed that morning…or maybe the ones before that.

“Whatever. I need the fuel.” Hiro dismissed his comment, fully zoned in on the empty piece of paper in front of him. Well…as zoned in as a sleep-deprived, slightly burnt-out, mentally drained teenager could be.

“Hmm. Good thing I made decaf.” Tadashi dropped that mini-bomb, smirking at the indignant squawk he got in response.

“Seriously?! Tadashi, I need to focus! The expo is really important, I've got nothing so far, and half the other entries already have prototypes in the works!”

Damn it, Tadashi had told Hiro to stay off the social tags for the expo. “You know comparing yourself to other participants is just gonna mess with your head, right?”

“Maybe I need it messed with. It's obviously not working right.” Hiro snacked the paper, a bit of emotion creeping into his voice. He sounded so tired...

Nope. Intervention time.

“Okay, that's it. C'mere.” Tadashi came up behind Hiro, lifting the boy out of his chair and into the air.

“What the— Put me down! Tadashi!” He kicked and squirmed in his brother's arms, flailing uselessly. His head spun slightly from the change in position, not used to being out of his chair.

“Nope. You're going to relax, and that's final.” Tadashi flopped down on his bed, keeping Hiro trapped in his lap. His hands moved to the boy’s sides, waiting for realization to hit.

“This is dumb! You can't just—” Hiro cut himself off with a squeak as Tadashi’s fingers gently drummed against his sides.

No, no, nonono NO!

“Come on, don't! I have work to do, and I'm not ten anymore!”

Tadashi smirked, ever-so-slightly wiggling his fingers. “You're still my baby brother, Hiro. As your elder, I have to save you from yourself. Rules are rules.”

Before Hiro could question what rules he was talking about, Tadashi struck. His fingers gently dug into the young teen’s sides, teasing the spot just beneath his little brother's ribcage.

As expected, Hiro lost it. Giddy giggles escaped the teen as he tried to wriggle out of his brother's grasp. “Tadahahashi! Quihihihit!”

“Nah, I don't think I will.” Tadashi’s fingers crawled upwards as he spoke, wiggling into Hiro’s ribs.

“GEHEHET OHOFF!” Hiro’s giggles quickly rose to belly laughter as his ribs were targeted. He squirmed and kicked, banging his fists on his brother's arms in an attempt to escape. He wasn't hurting the man; he just needed to do something.

“Not until you promise to rest. Your brain needs a break.” To emphasize that point, one of Tadashi's hands moved beneath Hiro's chin, gently tickling him there. “You can't come up with your amazing idea if you're burnt out.”

Hiro whined and kicked his feet as his chin was targeted, acting like a child. “I HAHAHATE YOUHUHU!”

“No, you don't,” Tadashi grinned, knowing that spot was a gold mine. The hand on Hiro's ribs moved back to his side, tickling in tandem with the one beneath his chin.

Hiro's laughter faded to squeaky giggles as the tickling grew gentler. He knew his face was burning, and he couldn't stop kicking his feet. Exhaustion was starting to settle in as well, making it harder to keep fighting against the tickly attack.

“Plehehease!” Hiro whined. The teen slumped against his brother's chest, giving up on escape. His lack of rest was catching up with him.

“You gonna take a nap and eat something?” Tadashi quirked a brow, swiping his fingers along Hiro's stomach. It wasn't a super bad spot, but it did make him squeak.

“Y-yehes! Tadahashi!”

The moment Hiro agreed, the tickling ceased. He took a moment to catch his breath, going limp in his brother's arms.

Tadashi shook his head affectionately, rubbing Hiro’s sides to try and soothe any phantom sensations. “You're such a dork.”

“Says you,” Hiro grumbled, snuggling into Tadashi's chest. He was tired, and his brother was like a living space heater. They were already in a bed, and he was exhausted; a nap wouldn't hurt.

“Hmm, fair.”

Tadashi ran his fingers through Hiro's hair, watching as he slowly slipped towards unconsciousness. He pulled the teen closer for a hug, tugging the blankets over them.

“Get some rest. I'll help Cass make your favorite tonight, maybe swipe some donuts from the café.”

“Mmph. Thanks.”

General:

Hiro feels like he’s looked down on by others for his age/younger appearance.

For that reason, he strayed away from tickling in public and around his friends.

Fortunately for his mental health, he’s got a whole gang of buddies who helped him work through that backwards thinking (see lee section). 

Baymax may or may not have downloaded a new program specifically for tickle cheer-ups/therapy. Definitely not prompted by said friends…

Slowly, they got through to him. Turns out, once he got past the anxieties and irrational embarrassment, it’s actually kinda fun for him. Only with certain people, though, for both giving and receiving.

He gives lee vibes, so maybe a lee-leaning switch? Ler moods happen too, but they take time.

Lee:

At first, it took major getting used to. It was normally okay with Tadashi; he always meant well, and Hiro trusted him more than anyone. 

After he was gone, the boy really only trusted Aunt Cass. Even then, only light pokes or quick squeezes were allowed before he started thinking too much.

Once his friends helped him move past all the bad thoughts, he was much more open to the touch around them. In moderation, of course, but it was a start.

His worst spots are his knees and ribs. Surprisingly enough, he melts into bubbly, airy giggles when they go for his belly.

Super squeaky, bright giggles in general. When he really gets going, his laugh is loud and pitchy, full of little squeals and voice cracks. So, in other words, incredibly adorable-

His favorite lers are Honey Lemon, Wasabi, Go-Go, and of course Baymax. He’s obviously comfortable with Cass tickling him, but it’s sort of like being really vulnerable around your parents. Great sometimes, but not always the ideal situation.

Honey is just really sweet in general, always asking if he’s comfortable or in need of a break. Super nice about everything, and only goes as far as he asks. It can be really flustering, but he knows she means well. She smiles nearly as much as he does; it’s refreshing.

Wasabi is normally super selective about his touch, but if he’s in the right mood, he’ll tease Hiro all day. Typically super gentle; tickle hugs are generously given. Super methodical, makes little notes, out loud, about his spots and reactions.

Go-Go doesn’t tickle him often, but when she does…eugh boi. If it’s a really good day, and he’s in a massive lee mood, he’ll go to her for help. She’s a lot rougher than the others, unless he asks her not to be. Goes for his ribs almost immediately. She’ll never admit it, but she likes hearing his awkward laugh.

Baymax will tickle Hiro with some of the ~special features~ Tadashi installed. He can extend small little quill-tip like objects from his fingers. He's very gentle, only tickling Hiro lightly to cheer him up and get him used to feeling confident in his likes again. If needed/requested, though, he can definitely get full-on belly laughter from him.

He’s definitely a squirmer, no matter who’s getting him. Wiggles around and flails like a fish on a hook.

Ler:

Once he realizes most of his friends love the touch, Hiro starts getting ler moods.. 

The only one he ever really tickles is Honey Lemon. She gets lee moods pretty often, and will drop subtle hints to see if Hiro’s in the right mood.

He’s kinda shy until he gets in the groove of things. After that, he gets all snarky and smug; it’s all in the name of fun, though.

“This spot must be pretty bad if you’re laughing that hard~” “I’m barely touching you!” “Wow, that looks like it really tickles. Think I’ll stay here a while~”

All that confidence immediately dies when they ask for more or compliment him. He absolutely cannot handle what he dishes out.

Will blush as bright as the sun at a simple tease from his lee. We all know how Honey loves complimenting people. A few simple, sweet praises through her giggles, and he’s redder than she is!

She absolutely lets him tickle her.

While he would try, we all know the stringbean wouldn’t be able to actually pin any of his friends without help from his suit. He’s gotten stronger from hero work, but so have they.

The others don’t really ask him much, except for maybe Fred every blue moon. He’d normally bug Go-Go, but Hiro’s his backup if she isn’t available. 

            “If you really, really wanted me to stop Hiro, then you’d give me a sign, wouldn’t you? Like let’s see,” his hands roamed upwards, scratching at the bottom ribs which caused wild cackles. “Maybe here?” his right hand kneaded Hiro’s ribs while the other skirted down to pinch at Hiro’s hips, “Oh, that’s a nice laugh. But hmm, it doesn’t seem quite right either. Well Hiro, what do you think?” Tadashi teased.

            “Ihhihihihi doahahan’t hehee knohohoahahahah? Dohohon’t mahahahah me hahahaha choohohohohahahahahah!” Hiro protested, squirming in Tadashi’s hold as he tried to escape. It was no use! His legs were kicking furiously into the blanket, and his desperate attempts to climb out of the grip on his sides were failing. Recognizing his futile efforts, Hiro settled for hitting his head on Tadashi’s neck. The jerk he got in response served Tadashi right.

            “Oh? Then, are you saying I can pick wherever I want?”

            “Thahahat’s nahahahah whahahahat yuhouohohoo behehehehehn dooo-ahahAHAHAHA?!” Hiro shrieked when Tadashi’s hands dove upwards, scrabbling at his sensitive underarms. Hiro tried to slam his arms to his sides, but Tadashi’s hands were already in their target, eliciting tortured shrieks from the younger boy.

            “Serves you right!” Tadashi chuckled at Hiro’s spastic reactions. His younger brother looked ridiculous as he shook his head from side to side, elbows pressed against his side as his hands waved wildly. Out of context and upright, it would be video worthy and slightly worrying. But here, tucked safely between Tadashi’s arms, there was nothing to worry about.

            Until of course, Hiro realized that his hands could do something other than flail without meaning in the air.

            “Ah! Hiro waihahat don’t!” Tadashi yelped, squirming at the sudden poking sensation at his sides. Darn it! He should have worn thicker clothes today. Tadashi grunted when a hand managed to pinch at a sensitive spot and released his grip on Hiro.

            “A-hah! Finahahahly, vengehehance is mine!” Hiro triumphantly shouted, before turning and digging his fingers into his brother’s stomach. He was immediately rewarded with a startled shriek and increased squirming.

            “Hihihihahaharo, nahahaha! Dahahahan’t! Stahahahahp!” Tadashi protested, willing himself to stop his hands from moving. He was fine with Hiro pushing or shoving at him, but he wouldn’t dare strike Hiro. But it was really, really hard to keep himself from moving when Hiro was drawing circles on his stomach from the outside in. When a nail traced a lazy face over his navel, Tadashi squealed.

            “OKAHAHAHAHY! Thahahat’s eheheh enohohougahahaa!” Hiro grinned wickedly in reply.

            “Nope! This is what happens when you attac- Ah! NahahaHAHAH NO FAHAHAIR!” Hiro broke off into laughter when Tadashi’s hand suddenly connected to his stomach, and Hiro promptly buckled from his position. Relentlessly, Hiro jabbed his hands upwards from Tadashi’s stomach to his ribs.

            “HIROAHAHAHA  NAHAHAH! STAHAHAHAP IT!”

            “YOU AHAHA STAHAHAHP FI-HAHAHA FIRST!”

            Hiro shook his head in protest as he tried to ignore the clawed fingers at his stomach, and tried desperately not to scream when one hand jumped to his underarm. His arm shook as he fell to the side, pulling away from the sensation. Hiro dug his hands in furiously in retribution.

            Tadashi was cackling at the sensation spreading from his ribs. One hand was scratching at the curve at the bottom of his ribs while another was relentlessly pulling at his other side. Following Hiro’s lead in shaking his head in protest, Tadashi pushed back from Hiro’s wandering hands.

            “OW!”

            Both brothers yelped as they fell to the floor. Hiro had fallen on the right side, and brought the blankets down with him as they had been wrapped up in his legs from earlier on. Tadashi had fallen on the left side, pillows flopping on his still shaking body. Gasping in appreciated breaths of air, Tadashi peered over to see Hiro’s pouting face. He climbed onto the bed and crawled over to Hiro’s side.

            “This is your fault, you know,” Tadashi paused to let a chuckle pass before continuing, “if you’d just—uh. Actually, what were we talking about before we started this?”

            “What! I! You! You were torturing me without reason?” Hiro gaped, before flopping backwards with a groan. “You know what? Fine. I don’t remember either. As long as we don’t have another tickle fight.”

            “Agreed,” Tadashi replied, smiling at Hiro’s face. Though Hiro was covering his eyes with his arm, the breathless smile was still happily perched on his face. Gently as to not kick him, Tadashi jumped over Hiro’s still body to return to his computer. He had left it on update before Hiro had distracted him. Now, what was it he was doing?

            Oh yes. He had been looking for hardware- his new memory chip, which Gogo had gifted him after breaking his first. Tadashi didn’t remember using it, so where was it?

            Hiro groaned as he rolled over, grunting when he felt something hard connect with his back. Lazily reaching a hand behind him, he pulled out a green chip. He squinted at the name sloppily written on it, before realizing exactly what he was looking at. Hurriedly, Hiro shoved it back under the blanket. But it was too late.

            “Hiro, what was that?”

"I guess.." Hiro sighed solemnly, though he was happy to have a bit of a change of scenery; crumpled, mostly blank sheets of paper and scribbles in the confines of four walls left him feeling a bit somber.

Tadashi practically dragged Hiro from his seat, down the stairs, and onto the back of his motorcycle. They slipped quickly through the streets, buzzing along beneath the amber glow of streetlights in the late evening.

Tadashi pulled up to the school and had to nearly haul his brother up the stairs and through the front door, “Come on, you just need some fresh ideas. A new setting to help you think.”

"What, are you saying all my ideas are moldy or something?" Hiro hid the smirk that threatened to slip through as they rounded the corner and walked through the door to the lab.

"What? No. You’re a dork. Your ideas are great." Tadashi laughed.

The lab was basically empty, save for Go Go working diligently in the corner to make the perfect wheels for her bike. She waved them a quick hello before being reabsorbed in her work. Fred was also there, napping on the couch in his mascot costume, but their other friends seemed to have retired for the night.

Tadashi led Hiro to his own lab room, allowing for a little privacy.

"So did you drag me all the way back here to show me Baymax again, or?" Hiro sighed, feeling a bit down about how little he’d come up with for the showcase as he was reminded of what he could be missing out on if he didn’t get accepted here.

"Well, no, I just came here to help you think, but I think I’m starting to realize you have a different problem." Tadashi explained.

"What’s that?" Hiro rolled his eyes.

"It’s your attitude." Tadashi smirked, "But we can fix that!"

"What do you mean by- hey! Ow!" Hiro jumped when Tadashi pinched his arm, rubbing it as he jerked away from his older brother, "What’d you do that for?!"

A familiar inflating noise could be heard from behind Hiro, and then, “Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare assistant.”

"Great, now you got the big marshmallow involved. What are you gonna do, hug me to death?" Hiro snorted.

"Not quite." Tadashi grinned at him.

"Could you rate your level of pain on a scale of 1-10?" Baymax interrupted.

"No- uh, no pain. None." Hiro explained, a nervous feeling fluttering in his stomach when he noticed the smirk on Tadashi’s face, "You can deactivate or whatever now."

"Baymax, I believe that Hiro is having a problem, and I need your help to fix it." Tadashi began.

"Hiro does not appear to have sustained any notable physical injury." Baymax reported.

"It’s not that kind of hurt." Tadashi added, "I’ll have to teach you about all that one day."

Tadashi suddenly tackled his brother to the floor, catching Hiro by surprise as he tried to worm his way out from underneath his brother, “What are you doing, you big jerk?” Hiro half-gasped, a hint of a laugh on his tongue.

Baymax hovered over them both nervously, “Are you alright?”

"He’s fine, but Baymax, I need you to do something for me." Tadashi wrestled to keep Hiro pinned.

"Will it help your small brother be in better health?" Baymax asked.

"Of course, it’ll make him feel a lot better, fix that attitude of his as well." Tadashi grinned, and Hiro started to feel quite nervous about how helpless he felt at the moment.

"Well then, how can I assist you?"

"Just take these for me," Tadashi grabbed Hiro’s arms and handed them up to the robot, "And hold them right up there. Yeah, that’s great."

Hiro was surprised by how strong Baymax’s grip was - gentle, not too tight, but definitely strong enough to keep Hiro’s hands above his head for as long as he decided. Hiro kicked out as best he could while Tadashi straddled his waist, “Whatever you’re thinking of doing,” and Hiro was pretty sure that he knew exactly what it was, “Don’t.”

"Too late for that. You need a good dose of endorphins." Tadashi’s eyes darkened, scanning over Hiro’s body in search of where to start.

"Endorphins are very beneficial to development and mood; they are commonly released during exercise, bonding, and laughter and are responsible for feelings of happiness and pleasure. They also reduce pain and stress." Baymax helpfully added.

Somewhere in the middle of Baymax’s speech, Hiro had stopped paying attention in favor of watching his brother’s every move like a hawk, cringing whenever a finger swooped in too close. “Plehehease- Tadashi!” Hiro giggled, shaking his head as he realized the extent of his vulnerability.

A squeak filled the room for a brief moment when Tadashi’s fingers finally decided on Hiro’s stomach, a pretty good place to begin - in his ‘expert older-brother opinion’. Hiro curled his toes as he bit his lip in a futile attempt to control his laughter.

"Nahahaha- don’t!" Hiro squealed when Tadashi’s hands spidered up under his shirt, scritching at his bare skin. His stomach sucked in, pulling the skin as taut as possible and somehow not at all helping Hiro with the awful, unstoppable tickling sensations coursing through his nervous system.

"His brain does appear to be releasing more endorphins, is this helping your ailment?" Baymax asked.

Hiro was giggling too hard to answer; all of his words just came out as weak, garbled protests between laughs. His stomach was a weak spot, which Tadashi knew all too well as he exploited it to the fullest. Hiro squealed with bubbly laughter when his brother hit a bad spot at the bottom of his rib cage, he squirmed side to side in the restricted amount of space. “Tahahahadashi- Bahahaymax please!” Hiro cried, a wide grin spread across his whole face.

Tadashi pulled his hands out from under Hiro’s shirt, “Feeling better yet?”

"Nohoho- you big je-HEHEHEY!" Hiro cried when Tadashi clamped down onto both sides of Hiro’s ribcage, clawing his fingers and digging into the bones and spaces between. Tadashi’s fingers tickled up higher and higher on his ribs until suddenly they were gentle and delicate and deliberate, scribbling and swirling in the hollows of Hiro’s armpits - another weak spot. The feeling was a drastic change from the more aggressive tickling that had just been done to his ribs, but, god, that didn’t mean it was any less unbearable.

Baymax’s hands were soft, gentle, and sure to not harm Hiro in any way, but his grip wouldn’t budge. And Hiro would do pretty much anything right now to just be able to clamp his arms down and drown out the endless tickling feelings buzzing all around his underarms.

When Hiro was red in the face and starting to gasp for breath more than he was actually laughing, Tadashi stopped again. “So. Any ideas come to you yet?”

"Hohohow am I supposed to thihink of something whehehen you’re doing thahat?" Hiro exclaimed, slumping against the floor.

"Wow, you still need more help?" Tadashi shook his head, "Maybe if we get that blood flowing to your brain." His eyes flicked up to the robot still helpfully holding Hiro in place, "Baymax, can you help me out? I just need you to pick Hiro up."

"A-Are you letting me go?" Hiro eyed his brother warily.

"Just changing things up. Giving you a new angle." Tadashi smirked, lifting Hiro by his feet into Baymax’s arms.

"This will be helpful?" Baymax questioned, holding Hiro tightly - upside down - by his calves. Hiro swung there awkwardly, trying to glare up at his brother while still fighting to catch his breath.

"Of course! More blood flow means more brain power, which means that Hiro is gonna think of something awesome." Tadashi explained.

Hiro squirmed, but found the hold on his legs to be equally as deadly as the hold had been on his arms.

When Tadashi started to slide of Hiro’s shoes, his squirming amped up, “Nonono- wahahait Tahahadashi don’t- not my feeheheet!” Hiro pleaded.

"Protesting would indicate that you wish for the activity to cease, but your hormone and neurotransmitter levels indicate feelings of happiness and joy." Baymax commented.

Hiro turned red as Tadashi just smiled knowingly, slipping off his other shoe. He made a show of cracking his knuckles and wiggling his fingers before dragging them lightly down his brother’s soles.

"NahahahaHAHA- TAHAHADASHI!" Hiro shrieked, tossing his head back and forth and gripping at Baymax’s legs for something to do in a small effort to distract from the unbearable feeling.

"What’s wrong, tickle too much?" Tadashi teased.

"YEHEHEHES- C’MON- heheheHEHESTOP!" Hiro shook his head as he flailed about.

"Not yet." Tadashi tickled between Hiro’s toes and just under them, making him squeal with high-pitched, hiccupy laughter; he scraped his fingernails down Hiro’s soles and made his little brother shriek and giggle helplessly.

Some scrapes along the heel and scribbles over the arch and instep left Hiro a wheezing, giggling mess by the time Tadashi figured he’d had enough.

"I thihihink I have an idea." Hiro said as Baymax lowered him gently to the floor.

"Oh yeah, what’s that?" Tadashi smiled down at him.

"I-I’m gonna make a robot," Hiro smirked at his brother, "That’s only purpose is gonna be to tickle the snot out of you."

"I don’t know if that will quite get you into the school." Tadashi laughed.

"Well, revenge will have to come first," Hiro laughed evilly, "Then I can worry about school."

"You appear to be in better health now, are you satisfied with your care?" Baymax asked, blinking at the breathless, still giggly teen on he floor.

"Yes, I’m satisfied with my care." Hiro laughed, "But if you weren’t a robot, you’d definitely have some revenge coming."

Baymax seemed a bit confused by Hiro’s reply before he deactivated, returning to his charging station.

"But in all seriousness, do you feel at least a little better now?" Tadashi leaned down, helping his brother to his feet.