MHA Tickleshots

Lasagna Loser (BakuDeku)

Requested by xxxTodorokiSimpxxx

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"DEKU!!"

A furious roar boomed through the castle, causing Izuku Midoriya to stop chewing his mouthful abruptly and jump in fear. After a long day of checking on the things set for the christmas party, the greenete had become ravenous, and the lasagna in the fridge looked so delectable.

It didn't occur to him until just now that Katsuki Bakugou was most definitely saving it for his own entry at the party.

"U-Uhh..." Midoriya stammered after swallowing his mouthful, as well as a thick lump stuck in his throat. "D-Dunno, Kacchan..."

Loud boots thumping louder and closer made his bones grow hollow in dread. Before he was able to hide the casserole, Bakugoy slammed into his room, and the first think his eyes laid on was the lasagna.

And good God, did he look livid.

"Is that my food?! You ate my food?!" The blond exclaimed in fury. He approached Midoriya quickly and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up and causing him to drop and spill the remaining lasagna. "Ohhh... You're in for it now, Shitty Nerd..."

"W-Wait, wait, I can explain!" Midoriya stammered, desperately grabbing hold of Bakugou's wrists as he lightly kicked out his legs in the air. His own squeak interrupted his plea as he felt something pointy poke his side, and his squirming intensified. "N-No! K-Kacchan!"

"If I recall, you really don't like being tickled much, do you~?" With an evil chuckle, Bakugou began skittering his pointed fingers aacross Midoriya's sides.

Midoriya squeaked and giggled hysterically as his struggling became more desperate. He tried swatting at Bakugou's hand, but whenever he let go of the hand holding onto his jacket he'd feel tight pressure around his neck. Thus, he ended up going back and forth between swinging his hand around and grasping onto the sleeved arm.

"AHAHAHAHA! NO, PLEHEHEHEASE! I-I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" squeaked Midoriya.

"Cut a deal with me and I just might let you go," the blond growled with a deep, raspy chuckle. He slid his hand over Midoriya's sensitive skin and scratched away at his ribs, traveling up and down the cage, and making the OFA successor squeal.

"EHEHEHAHAHAHA! A-ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! AHAHAHA! I-I'LL GET SAHAHAHATOHO OHOR LUHUNCH RUHUSH TO MAKE ANOHOHOTHER BATCH FOR YOUHU! STAHAHAHAP!"

"Try again, Deku. This is your problem to fix, not Sugar Hulk or that extra's." The torturous, wiggling fingers crept up his ribs and scratched and traced under his arm.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THEHEHERE!" The Midoriya wailed, pinning his arm to his side and struggling to hold on to Bakugou's wrist. At this point, tears were beading at his eyes as he cackled and kicked out his legs fruitlessly. "OKAY OKAY OKAY! AHAHAHA! I'LL MAKE ANOTHER BAHAHAHATCH! J-JUST PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!"

Bakugou narrowed his eyes for a few moments, then decided the offer was adequate. He stopped tickling and laid him on his bed. "Alright, you have twenty-four hours to make me a new dish. And if it's not at least as good as what I make, then you'll be having to expect more tickling."

Midoriya gulped nervously and rubbed at his tingling sides and underarm as the blond stormed out of his room.