Tickletober

Tools

The evening light bathed the living room in a golden glow as Hawks lounged on the couch, his wings draped lazily over the edge. His usual smirk was firmly in place as he scrolled through his phone, completely unaware of the mischief brewing just a few feet away.

Dabi, leaning against the doorframe, had been watching his partner for a while now, an unmistakable glint in his icy blue eyes. They had been together long enough that Dabi knew all of Hawks' little secrets—the way his feathers ruffled when he was annoyed, the way his lips curled when he was amused, and, most importantly, just how ticklish the hero could be. And today? Dabi was in the mood to put that knowledge to good use.

"Hey, featherbrain," Dabi called out, pushing himself off the doorframe with a smirk. Hawks barely glanced up, only half-paying attention. "What are you up to?"

"Just relaxing. Trying to take a break from all the hero stuff." Hawks stretched out on the couch, his wings twitching as he got more comfortable.

"Good," Dabi replied, slipping closer. "Because I've got something in mind."

Hawks' eyes narrowed slightly, catching the playful tone in Dabi's voice. "Oh? What are you scheming now?"

Without answering, Dabi plopped down on the couch, producing something from behind his back—a feather, one of Hawks' own that he had clearly saved for an occasion just like this. Before Hawks could react, Dabi ran the feather lightly down his neck.

Hawks jerked, a surprised laugh escaping him. "Dabi! I swear, if you nohoho"

But Dabi wasn't about to stop now. He continued dragging the feather down Hawks' neck, across his collarbone, and down to his ribs. Hawks squirmed, his wings fluttering instinctively, but his breathless laughter started to fill the room.

"I knew it," Dabi grinned, his voice low and teasing. "You're still as ticklish as ever."

Hawks tried to pull away, but Dabi was quick to straddle him, pinning him against the couch. "C'mon, Dabihihi! I'm tryhihing to relax!"

"Oh, you'll relax eventually," Dabi said with a chuckle, "after I'm done with you." He then reached into his pocket, pulling out a soft makeup brush. Hawks' eyes widened as he realized where this was going.

"Wait, wait—hold on a second," Hawks stammered, but his pleas were drowned out by his own laughter as Dabi started to gently swirl the brush over his bare stomach. The light bristles were torturously soft, tickling his sensitive skin as Hawks wriggled beneath Dabi, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably.

"Dabhihihi! Cohohome on!" Hawks gasped, his hands twitching behind him as he instinctively tried to reach for Dabi, but the weight of Dabi on his hips kept him in place.

"Oh, we're just getting started," Dabi said, clearly enjoying himself. He moved the brush lower, tracing it along Hawks' sides and down toward his hips, where Hawks was especially ticklish. The poor hero practically bucked off the couch, howling with laughter.

"Dabi, I'm gonhahaha—I'm gonna get you bahahack for thihihis!" Hawks sputtered between fits of uncontrollable giggling.

"I'd love to see you try," Dabi taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. He set the makeup brush aside and pulled out his next tool: a small electric toothbrush. The device buzzed softly in Dabi's hand, and Hawks' eyes widened in panic.

"No way, Dabi. Nononono" Hawks' protests turned into full-blown laughter as Dabi pressed the toothbrush against the arch of his foot, the vibrating bristles sending shocks of ticklish sensations up his leg. Hawks thrashed wildly, his wings flapping uncontrollably as he tried in vain to escape the relentless assault.