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Tickletober Day 3- Cuddles

Requests: OPEN :)

Summary: All Jirou wanted was to spend a nice night watching movies with her boyfriend. Everything goes well until Kaminari starts to tickle her out of the blue. Now she has to teach her boyfriend a lesson.

Pairing: Ler!Jirou x Lee!Kaminari (Romantic)

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"I'm not going to ask you again. Stop."

"I told you, I'm not doing anything!"

Kaminari was really getting on her last nerve. But what else did she expect from her hyperactive boyfriend when she made him sit down for an extended period of time? All she had wanted to do was to snuggle up next to her boyfriend while they binged horror movies while they both had a night to themselves. But of course it could never be that simple.

The two of them sat bundled up on Jirou's bed while flashes of light and corny screams burst from the TV. Jirou sat content in Denki's lap with his arms wrapped around her waist and they stayed like that for the better half of the film until Kaminari got the bright idea to annoy his girlfriend by prodding and pinching her stomach every few minutes.

"I know what you're doing you bastard. Now cut it oUT!-" She yelped as he poked her belly once again. She grabbed his wrists and turned to face him with a huff. Only to be met with a bright, innocent, and fake smile. The little shit.

"Do it again. See what happens." She said, still keeping her grip on his wrists.

That was all the invitation the boy needed as he quickly tried to twist his wrists out of the girls hold as they lurched towards her stomach once again. But Jirou had had enough of his antics and decided it was time to teach her boyfriend a lesson.

She had jumped out of his lap and tugged both of his wrists towards her causing the electric hero to fall face first onto the mattress. The boy let out a small yelp as he quickly tried to turn around and fight off his attacker but it was too late as the girl had already positioned herself on his lower back, effectively pinning him in place.

She watched him struggle for a few moments. Doing everything in his power to try to get free but it was no use. "Baaaabe c'mon I was just messing around! Get off, pleeeease?" He tried begging even though he knew it wouldn't help his case in the slightest.

"I tried to warn you but you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself could you? All I wanted was a nice night with my boyfriend but no. You just. Had. To keep. Poking. Me."

Every phrase uttered was emphasized with harsh pokes to the boys sides. He let out a squeak as he shot his arms down to protect himself and buried his face into the mattress.

"I'm sohohohorryyyyyy! I promise I wohohon't do it again." He pleaded as he giggled into the covers.

"Nope. Too late for that. Now you're just going to have to suffer." She said as she wormed two of her fingers under his arms. The boy let out a loud squeal as he squirmed underneath her.

"Wait! Wahahahahahahahahit! Stohohohohohohop! This isn't fair, pleahehehehehehehese!" The boy wailed as he tried to squeeze his arms to his sides but only succeeded in trapping his girlfriend's evil fingers under his arms.

She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Uh uh. You brought this upon yourself. You wanted to play this game and lost. Now you're going to have to deal with the consequences."

"But- But I- AH! Jirou NO! No Stohohohohohohohohop ihihihihihhiht! HahahahahHAHAHAHAHA."

His laughter grew in pitch as Jirou had suddenly started fluttering her fingers all across his neck. Causing the boy to thrash below her as he brought his arms up to grab her hands hoping to escape the unbearably ticklish feeling.

He succeed and tried to pull her hands away as he tried to catch his breath only to be sent into a hysterical fit once more as the girl blew a giant raspberry on the back of his neck.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA JIROU-! JI-STOHOHOHOHOP!!!" The boy wailed and lost his grip on the offending hands as he thrashed and kicked and twisted and bucked. Jirou had just used her freed hands to hold his head in place as she placed another agonizing raspberry in the exact same spot.

"Please! PLEHEHEHEHASE! NO MORE! NO MOHOHOHORE!" After a few more seconds she finally lifted her head away from her screaming boyfriend. Rubbing his back gently as she allowed him to catch his breath.

"Thahahahat- thahahat was uncalled for." The boy complained and took another shaky breath as he brought his hands up to cover his burning face.

"I honestly forgot how ticklish your neck is." She giggled. "Guess I should keep that in mind from now on, huh?" She said as she smiled down at him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let me up." The boy said with a pout.

"Hmmmm not yet." Denki could hear the evil smile in her voice and automatically tensed up again. Jirou got up for just a moment. Pressing her hand on her boyfriend's back so he wouldn't get any ideas about escaping as she repositioned herself to face his legs.

"There's just one more thing I have to do before we're done."

Kaminari froze at her words. He already knew what was about to happen and he nervously started kicking and thrashing once more to avoid his fate.

"WAIT! WAIT- Babe. Babe Please! Please don't I'm serious! I'll stop okay? I'll do whatever you want just hold ON- AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-"

"Damn right you will." She said with a smirk as she continued to ruthlessly scribble her nails on the backs of his knees.

Kaminari's laughter had gone silent rather quickly. He desperately thrashed and kicked around but it did him no good and he eventually resigned to pounding on the bed furiously as he lost himself in his hysterics.

"PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHA- STAHAHAAAAAAAAAA-"

Jirou finally took that as a sign to stop. She lifted herself up off of the giggly mess on her bed and laid down next to him.

Kaminari tried hiding his bright red face behind his hands once more but they were pulled away as Jirou planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"You okay?"

The electric boy took in a few more giggly breaths before answering. "No! Yohohou almost kihihihilled me!"

"Oh hush. I wouldn't tickle you so often if you didn't like it." The girl said, giving him a sweet smile.

The boy huffed and buried his face in the covers. "Yeah, whatever."

Jirou just rolled her eyes and gave an amused huff in return before sitting up and collecting her boyfriend in her arms.

"C'mon doofus. Let's finish this dumb movie." She said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "And no more funny business, got it?"

Denki just sighed as he snuggled into her embrace. Smiling as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Got it."

Silent Treatment

A/N: Figured I'd go ahead and get the ball rolling by forcing myself to finish one of my oldest drafts. You can probably tell at what point I picked this back up after it staying stagnant for months on end. Anyhow, as always let me know your thoughts!

Summary: Shinsou is giving his boyfriend the silent treatment after a sour prank. Luckily, Kaminari knows how to make him talk.

Pairings: Ler!Kaminari, Lee!Shinsou (Romantic)

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing

Word Count: 2122

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"Oh come on, are you still mad about that?" Kaminari asked as he walked behind the couch and playfully shook his boyfriend's shoulders.

Still no response.

Shinsou kept his arms crossed and his mouth shut as he continued to ignore the absolute menace to society that was currently behind him.

Earlier that morning, Shinsou had made his way over to Kaminari's room to drop off his laundry that he knew the dumbass would forget about. Just casually being the best boyfriend ever. Only to be smacked in the head with a styrofoam cup and covered in water the second he had opened the door.

He watched as his boyfriend's face morphed from shock and surprised to hysterical as he fell to the floor laughing at his own prank. To overcome with laughter to even apologize as Shinsou set the now wet laundry down and leave the room to get ready for the day all over again.

He had sworn up and down to Shinsou that the water cup wasn't meant for him as he was expecting Sero to walk through the door instead to pick up the notes he had left in his room last night during one of their study sessions.

And it wouldn't have been a big deal, it really wouldn't have. Shinsou was more than used to electric hero's antics by now. If he was being honest with himself, he had to suppress a smile as he pretended to angrily stomp down the hallway. If only Aizawa hadn't poked fun at him down the hallway. Saying he looked like an angry cat that had just gotten out of the bath.

As funny as it was, it didn't have to come from Aizawa! The one person he looked up to most! He was so embarrassed and that comment had stuck with him for the rest of the day.

So here he was. Arms crossed, chin up, eyes closed as he tried his best to ignore the repeated pokes on his cheeks from the grade-A asshole behind him.

"Toshi. Toshi. Toshi. Toshi. Toshi." Kaminari repeated as he kept poking his boyfriend's face. "Hitoshi talk to meeeeeeee!" He wailed as he dramatically flung himself over the couch, hoping his theatrics would at least make the other boy crack a smile. All it did was earn him an equally dramatic eye roll as Shinsou turned his head away yet again.

Kaminari sat up awkwardly as he gave Shinsou a gentle hug.

"I'm sooooooooorry! Ok? I'm so so so so so sorry!" The electric boy continued his scene. Determined to at least get a smile out of his boyfriend. "I'm awful!" He cried as he leaned back, putting his wrist to his forehead in an exaggerated show of feigned guilt. "I'm terrible, horrible, annoying, thoughtless, most awful boyfriend in the whole world!"

Shinsou turned to him. Nodded once. And turned away.

The overly loud, offended gasp that followed actually did manage to crack a smile on the other boy's face.

"How could you!" The hero cried. Smiling himself as he noticed Shinsou covering his mouth. "You know what? Fine! I'm ignoring you too!" He announced as he leaned back up and mimicked his boyfriend's pose. Shinsou shrugged as he forced down his smile and turned away again.

There was a beat of silence. Then another. Then Shinsou's shoulders were suddenly yanked back to the seat of the couch as his boyfriend jumped over and now was attempting to pin him down.

"WAIT!!! Denki no! N-No! Stop!! Don't you dare!" He shouted. Instantly forgetting about his little grudge as giddy panic settled in his stomach. He already knew what his boyfriend was trying to do and trying his damn hardest to get away.

Kaminari just smiled as he finally managed to straddle his frantic boyfriend. His fingers settled on his lower ribs and started to lightly trace them through his shirt.

Shinsou's hands immediately shot down to grab his wrists as his boyfriends straddled him, already too nervous to contain his laughter. The two of them had had plenty of tickle fights in the past but they usually just happened when they were just flirting or sparring with each other and they always ended with Shinsou coming out on top, but Kaminari had never actually attempted to pin him down before like he had done with his friends. Shinsou had witness first hand how ruthless his boyfriend could be when he had watched him pin Kirishima to the floor and tickle him within an inch of his life after some petty argument.

Kaminari said nothing as he rolled his hands out of the boys grip as he grabbed his wrists and held them above his head. He smiled innocently as he moved one hand to lightly graze over the boys ribs. The thin T-shirt he had on providing no protection as his fingers lightly pinched up and down his ribs at a slow pace.

Shinsou bucked and thrashed with all his might as he attempted to get free although his attempts were weakened from the butterflies raging in his stomach from being forced into such a helpless position.

"Babe, stop! Stohohohop! This-Thihihihis isn't fair!" He shouted as his legs attempted to curl in on himself only to meet the other boys back. "Let me gohohohohoho! Denki c'mon stoho-OHOHOHOP!" He wailed as the other boy suddenly let go of his wrists and shot both his hands under his arms and tickled mercilessly.

"GAHAHAHAHA-! STAHAHAHAHAP!! STOHAHAP IT- STOP YOU AHAHAHAHASSHOLE-!!" Shinsou shook his head and bucked and trashed with his arms glued to his sides. Shinsou usually had impressively high endurance but when it came to tickling, especially when Denki tickled him, he could barely last even a few minutes.

The fingers stilled when the electric hero saw how red the boys face has turned and felt him flinch as he removed his hands out from under his arms. Shinsou was now gulping in all the air he could get, still shaking and giggling but grateful for the breather nonetheless.

He was going to kill Denki for this. Absolutely murder him. Already devising a plan to enact his quirk as soon as the boy spoke and taking his revenge but noticing the boy still had not moved from on top of him.

"Ahare-are we done here?" He said sarcastically, trying his best to sound annoyed while also waiting for the boy to open his mouth to answer the question.

Denki just gave him a smug grin as he cocked his head to the side.

"You win, okay? I'm sorry for ignoring you. Get up so I can go get us some snacks, you said yesterday you wanted to watch a movie right?" Shinsou said as he rubbed the boys legs in a soothing manner, trying to convince him to speak.

Denki turned his head away from him and mimicked the pout Shinsou had on his face earlier.

Dammit. Why isn't he talking?? Shinsou thought before he realized that the other boy was still ignoring him.

"C'mon babe, I said i was sorry. Talk to me sweetie, what do you want? Movie? Cuddles? Just tell me." Shinsou tried to put on his best puppy eyes as he tried his best to convince his boyfriend to speak so that he could enact his revenge but he couldn't use his quirk if he was still ignoring him.

Kaminari pretended to think for a moment before shaking his head and sticking out his tongue childishly. Happy that he had the upper hand at the moment.

Frustrated that his plan wasn't working, Shinsou kneed him in the back as protest. Kaminari shot a frown down at his boyfriend before grabbing the other's sides and flipping him on his stomach in one quick motion.

Kaminari turned around and positioned himself on the other hero's shins.

This was the point where Shinsou really started to panic.

All it took was the feeling of one finger hooking underneath his sock to send the kid into a frenzy.

It had been years since anyone had even touched his feet, a distant memory came to the forefront of his mind of his father tickling him there years ago and just now remembering how unbearable the feeling was.

Shinsou bucked, squirmed, and fought his hardest to get away from this maniac but to no avail.

"Fuck! Denki-Nohohoho! NOHOHO-get off! Get OHOFF! I'm serious this time okay?! I won't ignore you ever again just PLEASE-"

Still no response, only a smug look from that asshole as his socks were slowly peeled off his feet.

That bastard. He knew his boyfriend well enough to know that he's gonna milk every second of this for what it's worth. Holding his ankle in place and peeling the fabric at a ridiculously slow pace, (just that was enough to send the hero into hysterics) just to rile him up and mess with his head. He figured he'd only go in for the kill the second he got bored.

Well it was working.

Poor Shinsou was so nervous at this point he couldn't even get a full word out. A steady stream of helpless giggles forced their way out of him as he hid his face in his arms, too embarrassed to even look at his attacker. He knew there was no stopping what was about to happen and he was sure the anticipation would kill him before his boyfriend did if he didn't just get on with it already.

Careful what you wish for, I guess.

He hid like that for a while and his giggles even died down a bit, he was starting to wonder if Denki had changed his mind.

As soon as the thought manifested however, he felt a single finger trace its way down the sole of his foot, and Shinsou screeched.

It went quiet for a moment. It gave Shinsou enough time to really let the mortification sink in.

God, his face was on fire. He did not just let out the loudest, most high-pitched, girliest sound he's ever made right in front of his boyfriend. If that was just one finger, Shinsou knew what was coming next was going to drive him insane. He almost hoped it'd be enough to kill him.

Another second passed before Shinsou felt those evil hands suddenly let go and his boyfriend's weight shift slightly.

"Pppffffffft!-"

Shinsou looked behind him to see Kaminari holding both hands tightly over his mouth, his face turning red from trying to hold in his laughter.

The next second the electric hero burst into uncontrollable laughter, so much that he actually fell off of the couch.

Yeah, Shinsou didn't even bother to get up.

Meanwhile, Kaminari was practically rolling on the floor with how hard he was laughing.

"DUHUHUHUDE-AHAHAHAHAHA! Are you okahahahahy?" The blond asked clutching his stomach. "Did I almohohost kill you?? Ohohohoh God, thahahat was too good."

"You really liked that, huh? You like being a fucking nuisance and trying to murder the one person who'll put up with you?" Hitoshi spat as he sat up and looked down at the other kid.

Kaminari chuckled and threw his hands up in surrender, knowing Shinsou well enough to know there was no real venom behind his words, he understood that they came from the embarrassment his boyfriend must be feeling at the moment. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little proud being able to shake up his normally stoic boyfriend to such a degree.

"I mean, yeah, that was pretty great. I had no idea your feet were that ticklish." Kaminari laughed. "I need to do that more often. I had no clue you were even capable of reaching that kind of high not-"

Not even a minute into him talking again and Shinsou had decided he's already had enough. Taking the opportunity to finally brainwash his boyfriend.

He sat there rubbing his temples for a minute or two before commanding the other to lie on the couch so Shinsou could finally give the pest a taste of his own medicine.

Although, he couldn't lie to himself and say it wasn't at least a little bit of fun. He loved having his boyfriend's undivided attention whenever he could get it, even if it meant he had to scream like a banshee to get it. Shinsou couldn't help but smile to himself. In retrospect, it had been kind of funny.

The boy made sure to put back on his signature glare before releasing his hold over the other's mind, delighting in the panicked look on his face as he realized his situation.

Shinsou said he was going to murder his boyfriend after that little stunt and that's exactly what he's about to do.

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Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find the old fics I used to read before I even had tumblr to begin with.

A lot of the stuff I read were from Archive, but most of the others were on the tumblr website.

And to be fair, I used to heavily be in the MHA fandom: reading, writing, watching, doing fanart, you name it.

And I vividly remember reading a tkl fanfic that was called "Muscles" that basically had Midoriya and the rest of the boys in a changing room getting dressed to either train, or it was the end of their training day. ANYWAY. Some of the boys in there realized how muscular Midoriya was, and publicly commented on it, which then Bakugo heard, so he was like, "how dare he have more muscle than me?" and he stormed over and started to tkl or feel his muscles, going like "you call this muscle? You probably aren't as strong as you look" or something like that, and it cause Midoriya to have a giggle fit because bro was just tkling him as they spoke at that point.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FIC HAS GONE THOUGH.

I'm not even in the fandom anymore, but I would always go back to that fanfic every now and then to read it because it was genuinely a good fanfic!

If I find it, I'm sure as hell reblogging it though because it's worth the share!

Bakugous nick name “giggle bug” is adorable!

heyyy!! so excited ur taking requests haha. could you do an ice cream kiribaku fic where bakugou has been acting grumpier than usual for days and when kirishima confronts him abt it, bakugou gets embarrassed cause it’s actually bc he’s wanting kiri to tickle him? love all of the fics you post btw, ur an amazing writer and i cannot wait to see what you come up with!! <33 🍡🍦-ticklishscumbag <3

Tickle-Starved

Bakugou really wants some fun, goofy, tickly attention from his boyfriend, but Kirishima just isn’t getting the hint. Cue extra grumpy Bakugou and confused Kiri.

Ler! Kirishima

Lee! Bakugou

Length: 🍨

Spirnkles/Ships 🍬: KiriBaku

A/N: Thank you so much for your patience! I hope you enjoy! And thank you! And I adore your fics as well! ^.^ ❤️ You're so sweet! ❤️ @ticklishscumbag (Do I tag u on this blog? Or no? Lol xD)

T/W: Slight angst. (I'm soooorry it was necessary)

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Of all the things Katsuki Bakugou expected to find in high school, a boyfriend wasn’t one of them. The redhead hadn’t seemed like anything special at first, so Bakugou did his usual ribbing and teasing, particularly making fun of his ridiculous red hair.

And to his surprise, the guy teased him right back and did a good job of it too. Kirishima didn’t seem to be afraid or intimidated by him like some of the others were. He spoke his mind, always backed him up in battle, and respected him a lot. As time went by, Bakugou started viewing him as an equal, and later…a friend.

Something that stood out from the beginning was just how well Kirishima listened. He always heard people out, and he listened intentionally instead of always interrupting or playing “I talk, you talk,”. He never dismissed anyone’s feelings and made sure they were able to say what they needed before he spoke. He was always there for other people, to be a good friend and a listening ear.

With that reputation, it was no wonder Bakugou was frustrated. He’d been communicating loud and clear, but his dunce of a boyfriend had no clue.

He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen in love, but it had been slow and deep. Kirishima, both before and after they started dating, was one of the few people he allowed to make serious physical contact with him. In fact it had taken a lot of time and effort on Kirishima’s part to get Bakugou to be as cuddly as he was now. Granted, he wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, but the occasional hand-holding or chaste kisses were fine. Beyond that, when they were alone, Bakugou was extremely cuddly. Hugs, kisses, you name it, he did it, he wanted it. And Kirishima, who was naturally physically affectionate, was more than happy to oblige, especially when he found out that just like him, Bakugou liked being tickled.

After an embarrassing, slightly awkward start, the two found their tickling groove and it soon became a normal occurrence between them. Most of the time, it was Kirishima who’d be in the mood for tickles. Bakugou never had to ask because the redhead always seemed to know what he wanted when he wanted, and that included tickles.

But for some reason, Kirishima wasn’t getting the message.

Bakugou wanted tickles. And he wanted them now.

And if there was one thing everyone knew about Bakugou, it was that he didn’t like to wait.

It had started on a lazy Sunday afternoon when they’d woken up from their nap.

“Kats…Kats, come on. We gotta get up,” Kirishima said. He yawned.

Bakugou groaned and snuggled deeper into his chest. “Why?”

“Because if we sleep all afternoon, we won’t sleep tonight.”

“Hmph.”

Kirishima smirked and danced his fingers up his side. “Come on, now. Get up.”

Bakugou giggled sleepily. “Fine. But gimme a kiss first.”

Kirishima did, then pulled away and gagged.

“What?”

“You need a mint.”

“Shut up.”

The next day seemed longer than usual, and training was especially hard. That evening, Bakugou wanted nothing more than some cuddles and tickly affection from his man. But apparently, his man was busy.

“Hey, Bakugou! We’re having a tournament! Come join us!” Kaminari said.

“Fine. Prepare to lose, extras.”

“That’s the spirit!”

During his match with Kirishima, Bakugou sneakily poked him in the side a few times, making him flinch.

“Nice try, but you’re not gonna distract me!” Kirishima said. “I’m so gonna get you for that!”

But after their race, nothing happened.

The next day, Bakugou tried the poking thing again, but multiple times during the day. Even during class, anything to get him to turn around and promise to get him back later. The most he got was a slight scowl for his efforts and a hushed whine to leave him alone.

‘God damn it…what’s a guy gotta do to get some fucking tickles around here?’

Wednesday, he tried teasing.

“Way to go, shitty hair.”

“Even dunce face could have done better than that.”

“Oh yeah? What are ya gonna do about it?”

“Hate to break it to you, red, but that is not manly.”

That last one usually triggered a tickle fight, but this time it didn’t. For every joke, mean or playful mean, Kirishima always responded with an equally mean or playfully mean response when he wasn’t telling him to calm down, be quiet, or stop being so rude.

That night, Bakugou tried his last resort. After they’d finished studying in his room, Bakugou grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss, tickling him all the while. Kirishima just giggled and kissed him back, pulling away for breath when he needed it. Again, no response. Not even a little tickle up his side or on his neck. Nothing.

Frustrated, Bakugou shoved him away and almost kicked him out the door, then slammed it shut.

Kirishima stared at the door in confusion. ‘What did I do?’ he wondered.

For the next few days, everyone in the dorm walked on eggshells around Bakugou, who seemed angrier than usual, especially at Kirishima.

When he wasn’t shouting extremely mean insults at his classmates, it was all death glares and silence.

“Geez, what happened between you two?” Kaminari asked as he, Sero, Mina, and Kirishima were playing cards in the common room that Saturday.

“Yeah,” Sero said. “That must have been one hell of a lover’s spat.”

Mina put a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder. “Are you alright?” she asked.

The redhead sighed. “No, not really. I don’t know what I did to upset him. And he’s usually really good at communicating with me. Maybe not everyone else, but he’s always honest with me.”

“Have you tried talking to him?”

“Yeah, but he won’t budge. I just…I just don’t get it.”

Mina frowned. “Well, if he’s having this much trouble talking to you, his bae, about this, it must be a big deal.”

“Please never refer to him as my bae again. But yeah. I gotta figure out some way to get him to talk to me.”

Sero gasped. “Oh, I know! Tomorrow’s Sunday, right?”

“Right.”

“Then make it a day for him! Butter him up with all of his favorite things, make him breakfast in bed, stuff like that!”

“Hey, that’s a great idea!”

“Yeah! And don’t forget the making out!” Kaminari teased, making kissy noises, only for Sero to throw a bag of gummy bears at him. “Ow!”

Mina giggled at their antics and then turned to Kirishima. She grabbed his hands and locked eyes with him. “Do whatever you need to get him talking, but after he tells you, don’t forget to scold him for giving you the silent treatment. That kind of behavior is immature, toxic, and hurtful. If whatever is bothering him is a serious personal loss or something that he doesn’t even feel comfortable telling you about, then he needs to know that he at least has to clarify so you don’t get depressed wondering if it’s your fault.”

Kirishima nodded. “I don’t think it’s anything that serious, but thanks,” he said.

“Well, whether it is or isn’t doesn’t matter. Communication is huge, especially when you’re dating. Besides, we all love Blasty, but we know he’s got some bad habits that you broke him out of, that would be very easy to fall back into, you know?”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Thanks, Mina. You guys are the best.”

Mina brightened and gave him an excited grin, breaking the serious mood that had settled over the room. “So, what are you gonna do tomorrow? We can help you plan!”

“Sounds great! Okay, first, I’ll use Sero’s idea of breakfast in bed, and then…”

They spent the next half hour planning, and that night, Kirishima stared up at his ceiling, hoping, praying that this day would fix everything.

Bakugou woke up at ten o’clock the next morning, but instead of his alarm (which was set to ten-thirty), someone was knocking on his door. ‘Who the hell would bother me on a Sunday?’he wondered. “Go away!” he snapped.

“Bakugou, it’s me.”

“Fine…come in.”

“My hands are full. Can you open the door for me?”

“Ugh. Fine.”

Bakugou got up and opened the door, his grumpy expression turning to one of mild surprise when he saw Kirishima standing there with a tray of his favorite breakfast and a big, dopey grin on his face.

“Surprise!” he said as he walked in. “Get back in bed!”

“Why?”

“Cause if you don’t it won’t be breakfast in bed!”

Bakugou sighed, shut the door, and got back into bed. Kirishima just sat there on his phone while he ate, letting his man fully wake up with caffeine, protein, and carbs.

“Thank you,” Bakugou said.

Kirishima beamed. “You’re welcome! I’m so glad you’re finally talking to me again! I’ve missed you a lot,” he said.

“I haven’t gone anywhere, dumbass.”

Kirishima took his hand and kissed it. “You know what I mean. Speaking of which, can we talk? You’ve been off the past few days,” he said.

Bakugou shrugged.

“Alright, well, we have more things to do anyway. We can talk a little later. Hurry up and get dressed.”

“Huh? Why? Is there an outing I didn’t know about or something?”

“Nope! I just planned a special day for us! Come on!”

Kirishima wasn’t kidding. He took Bakugou rollerblading on the boardwalk at the beach (though Aizawa, Yamada, and a few other classmates had come along too), and then he’d treated him to his favorite picnic lunch and ice cream as they sat on the shore with their feet in the water.

Then, Kirishima had taken him to see the premiere of the action movie he’d really been looking forward to and had even stopped by the mall to buy him some pro hero merch he’d been wanting. When they got back to the dorms, he and the squad played all his favorite board games with him.

Bakugou was having a wonderful day, completely blown away and flattered that his boyfriend would do all of this for him. He’d even made him his favorite dinner too! That evening, as the sun was setting, the two headed back to Bakugou’s room, and suddenly, the mood changed.

“Today was ama—”

“Now will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“What?”

“I would have done this for you any other day, but I did it today because I wanted to get you in a good mood. Then maybe you’d tell me what’s been bugging you. Is it something I did?”

Bakugou slowly sank to the floor as the realization hit him.

Kirishima had planned an entire day, just for him.

Filled with all of his favorite things.

He’d jumped through hoops.

Just so he’d communicatewith him.

Kirishima sat next to him as he covered his face with his hands, his ears turning red in shame. “Hey, what’s this?” he asked gently. “Talk to me. Please,” he said, gently removing his hands from his face.

Bakugou sighed. “I…I feel like shit.”

“Are you sick? Do you need me to get you some medicine?”

“No. It’s not that. I’ve been an idiot this whole week. I should have said something.”

“Yeah, that would have helped. So, tell me, did I do something?”

Bakugou huffed and kept his eyes on the ground. “Not directly.”

“Alright. Then what did I do indirectly?”

Bakugou blushed, his entire face turning red. “I can’t say it.”

“You’re gonna have to.”

“I…I wanted you to…to…”

“To what?”

“Ugh…t-tickle me.”

Kirishima’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? That’s what this was about? You just wanted me to tickle you?” he asked.

“Okay, fine! Yes! Damn it…” Bakugou grumbled, folding his arms. “I knew you’d think it was stupid.”

“Well, that was a blatant lie. We both like it, and you know that. What I think is stupid, is how you handled it. Giving me the silent treatment like that was not okay. I didn’t appreciate that, or you lashing out at me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I fucking tried! I poked you, I teased you, all those little things were me trying to tell you!”

“Why didn’t you just say something since I wasn’t getting the hint?”

“Because it’s fucking embarrassing! And I’ve never had to ask you before!”

Kirishima blinked a few times. “Wait, what?”

Bakugou sighed. “Think about it. You’ve always done it to me first, and I’ve never had to ask for it. Not even once. You always knew. Either that or you have scary good timing. And this time, no matter what I did, you weren’t getting the message.”

“Oh. Well, that does explain why you were that mad.”

“Yeah…”

The redhead folded his arms and looked at him, a hurt expression on his face. “Even if it is embarrassing, you still need to communicate with me. And I might be able to read you sometimes, I’m not actually a mind reader,” he said quietly.

Bakugou met his gaze. “I’m…sorry. I should have said something. I shouldn’t have lashed out or given you the silent treatment…” he said. “I’m sorry.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened with worry as he saw tears gathering in the corners of his boyfriend’s eyes. He blinked a few times and wiped away his tears frustratedly.

“Stupid fucking emotions…” he mumbled. “Forgive me?”

Kirishima pulled him into a hug, his brow furrowing with sadness as he felt Bakugou start to cry a little.

“Of course, I forgive you. Why the tears? Hmm?”

“Because I hurt you, and then you did all this nice shit for me just so I’d fucking communicate and tell you what’s wrong. It’s not fair. You’re supposed to be mean back.”

“But I love you. I don’t wanna be mean back.”

“I love you too. Sorry for being a dick.”

“I already forgave you. It’s forgiven and forgotten. You don’t need to apologize anymore,” Kirishima said. He kissed his hair. “We’re all good.”

Bakugou sniffled pitifully.

“Aw. You’re breaking my heart, babe. Come on, let’s get in bed so we can do some real cuddling.”

Once they were under the covers, Bakugou snuggled up against him as closely as he could, still frustrated at his tears that wouldn’t go away. He vaguely wondered if he’d ever be able to quit breaking down when people showed him that they genuinely loved him, even though he’d treated them terribly.

“There, that’s much better.”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“There we go. Theeeere we go. Keep taking deep breaths.”

“Kiri…”

“Aw, Kats. It’s okay. We’re okay, I promise. And hey, you know what? I love you.”

“Love you too…”

Kirishima pulled away and gasped dramatically. “Well, that’s good! You had no idea! I was soworried, so distraught!” he said, clutching his forehead. “What a relief! I don’t know what I’d do without your love! I’d probably shrivel up and die! But today is not that day!”

Bakugou smirked. “Be quiet,” he mumbled.

“Never,” Kirishima said, giving him an Eskimo kiss. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, for the most part.”

“Well, I’ve got something else that’ll make you feel all better, not just mostly. Something you’ve been wanting alllll week long. Do you still want it?”

Bakugou blushed slightly and coughed out a small, “Yeah.” That was hardly audible, but Kirishima had caught it.

He threw the blankets off of them, then gave him a sweet kiss before straddling him.

Bakugou allowed a full smile to spread across his face as the lightest of tickles danced up and down his sides. ‘Finally,’ he thought.

Kirishima grinned back at him and added a bit more pressure, making his flustered boyfriend descend into waves of giggles.

“Hahahahahaha!”

“Your giggles are so cute!”

“Are nahahahahahahat!”

Kirishima clawed at his belly. “Are you suuuuuure?”

“Yehehehehehehehes! Ack! Ehehehehehehehe!” Bakugou squirmed and settled for grabbing onto his hair as his belly button was mercilessly tickled. Well, as much as it could be. Kirishima’s finger was a little big for the tickle pocket, but he got the job done.

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Bakugou gasped and belted out loud laughter as he was surprised with thigh tickles and squeezes. The slight pressure on his thigh muscles tickling him to his very core. And the teasing only made it worse.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle! Who’s my ticklish cutie? Who’s my ticklish cutie?”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHUT UP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“You are! Yes! You! Are!” Kirishima said, punctuating each word with a playful squeeze. “Oh, how nice of you to keep your arms up for me!” he said, tickling his way up his sides, ribs, and right into his armpits. “Let me give you a break.”

Bakugou clamped his arms down, grinning widely as he let out growly chuckles through his teeth, trying to suppress his laughter.

“Nuh-uh! Oh no you don’t! Gimme that laugh!” Kirishima said, wiggling his trapped fingers with more vigor and digging them into the skin as much as he could. “Gimme that laugh!”

“TCH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!” Bakugou’s eyes lit up when he met Kirishima’s gaze, who slowed down but kept him giggling.

“Hehe. Hi.”

“Hehehehehehehey!”

“Hmm, you know what?”

“Whahahahahat?”

“I’m gettin’ kinda hungry. I could sure use something to munch on.”

Bakugou blushed deepened for a moment.

“But I gotta search for it first!”

And with that Kirishima removed his hands from under his arms and started tickling all over his torso.

“Hahahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho!”

“Haha, yes! I told you, I’m feelin’ snacky.”

Tickling fingers scribbled all over his stomach and scratched in between each of his ribs. They kneaded his sides and poked at his belly button.

Bakugou was a puddle of giggles at this point.

“Gehehehehehehehet ohohohohon with it! Ahahahaha!”

Kirishima smirked, lifted his shirt, and gasped. “Oh my gosh! There it is! The perfect monch!” he cried. He lay down next to Bakugou’s stomach and then promptly started nibbling on it.

“Om nom nom nom nom nom!”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“Monch, monch, monch, monch, monch!”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! LEHEHEHEAVE IT ALOHOHOHONE!” Bakugou begged, cackling madly and enjoying every second of it.

Kirishima gave him a loud smooch right on his belly button, grinning at Bakugou’s shriek. He reached back and gave his thigh a few more squeezes before stopping and sitting next to him.

Bakugou lay there, panting and giggling constantly.

“Ehehehehehehe!”

“Look at you, all blushy and giggly. You’re so cuuuute.”

Bakugou looked up at him, rosy-cheeked, sparkling eyes and a big tickle-induced grin on his face. He sat up and gave Kirishima a bear hug.

“Aw, big hugs! Biiiiig hugs! Big hugs from Bakugou!” Kirishima sang, hugging back tightly.

“Shut it, you big goofball.”

“I will when you will, giggle bug.”

The two broke the embrace, chuckling. They settled into a comfortable position, leaning against each other with their backs against the wall.

“Hey, how about a word?” Kirishima asked. “Like, if one of us wants to be tickled, and the other one isn’t getting the picture, we text or say a certain word!”

“So, like, the opposite of a safe word?”

“Yeah! Safe words are red lights, and this word will be our green light! And since it’s just a word, it won’t be embarrassing to say or text!”

“Okay, not a bad idea. Pretty good considering all the red hair die that’s seeped into your brain.”

“Heeeeey.”

“Kidding.”

“I know. Heh. Alright, so, what’s our word?”

“It’s gotta be something that isn’t common.”

“Oh, I know! Acorn!”

“Acorn?”

“Yeah! Remember how when we first started dating, you gave me an acorn and said I was one tough nut?” Kirishima asked excitedly.

Bakugou grinned. “Ohohoh no,” he said with a chuckle. “I remember that. Heh. Me trying and failing to be cute.”

“Hey, you didn’t fail! I thought it was super cute! And I still have the acorn too!”

“You’re so sentimental, it’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but I don’t hear you complaining about it.”

“Shut up.”

“So, that’s our word then?”

“Yep.”

“Alright. Acorn it is.”

Kirishima reached over and cupped Bakugou’s cheek, nuzzling his nose against his in a tiny Eskimo kiss before giving him a small, sweet peck on the lips.

Bakugou smiled shyly and kissed his hand, holding it against his face for a moment before he pulled him in close and their lips met once again, and didn’t part for a solid ten minutes.

Later that evening, as they sat curled up in his bed, reading, Bakugou glanced at Kirishima, adoring his focused look as he seemed to be reading an intense part of the story. His heart beat a little faster as he felt a rush of affection for him.

“Hey, shitty hair,”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Kirishima’s face lit up. “I love you too!”

“I know, I know. Be quiet, you sap,” Bakugou teased.

Kirishima rolled his eyes fondly, then grabbed his hand and kissed it. “Never.”

“Good.”