MHA Tickleshots

Grouchy (Yamada and Aizawa)

Shota Aizawa was always a cheeky brat sometimes for his age. But for some odd reason, Mic, or Hizashi Yamada couldn't help but admire his spunk. Aizwa wasnt the kindest or most open person, but he was decent.

That is when he isn't being a cheeky grouchy cat, Hizashi grumbled to himself.

Hizashi had tried asking Aizawa to help Eri and Shinsou clean their room, but as usual he was being really argumentative and grouchy.

"please Shota, I don't need to explain myself," the loud hero tried as patiently as he possibly could, though it was starting to quickly tear at the seams. "I told you to help the kids clean their room."

"But most of it's their mess anyway!" Aizawa objected with a pout. "I don't see why they can't just clean up my stuff, too, while they're at it."

"Because that's not what I told you to do. I didn't say let your children do all the cleaning. I said for you to help."

"Well, guess what? I'm not gonna do it, and you can't make me!" he placed his hands on his hips and leaned to one side, even raising his nose up in the air all snooty like. This was Mic's last straw. He had to do something to make this grouchy cat see who was in charge and who wasn't. When a sudden idea sparked in his mind, he began to smirk rather devilishly.

"Is that sass I hear?" Hizashi chuckled lowly, beginning to loom over Aizawa.

Shota's demeanor quickly faltered and morphed into one of uneasiness, and he took a step back. "Uhh..."

"Because I have the perfect method of curing that kind of attitude." Yamada lunged forward with incredibly surprising speed and grabbed Aizawa's arm. He then lifted it up and began scratching and trailing his free hand across your his and ribs.

The sleepy teacher squealed in surprise and began squirming and trying to tug away, swatting at the loudmouth's hand with his own. "Ahahahahaha! Stahahahap! What are you dohohoing?"

"Teachin' a grouchy kitten some manners," Yamada replied with a bit of a grin, picking up his pace. He always enjoyed being the tickler in these types of situations, probably because he was the tickle victim more often than not, so it felt good to be in control like this.

"I-I'm not cleheheheaning theheheir room!" Aizawa shouted through uncontrollable giggles, shooting Yamada a stubborn glare.

"Well Eraser, We'll see about that." Yamada wrapped his arms around Aizawa and lifted up his shirt to blow a strong raspberry on his stomach. He kicked out and howled with laughter. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA! N-NOT THE RAHAHAHASPBERRIES! O-OKAY, OKAY, I'LL CLEHEHEHEAN OUR ROOM!"

Yamada chuckled as he stopped and lets Aizawa go. "Good. Now get goin' before I decide to treat to you round two." He grinned in satisfaction as Aizawa went off to Eri amd Shinsou's room, shooting a glare then a smile at him as you went.