Midnight Gets Tickled!

III - Outcast

Ever since that encounter, I became obsessed. That pro hero teacher... Midnight. She thinks shes so cocky. Belittling my quirk. I want to show her... I want to tickle her until she cries. Seeing her uncontrollably laugh and sob will give satisfaction, proving that my quirk is pure torture.

This obsession began to control my life. I didn't even try to get into U.A. In fact, I dropped out of school and ran away from my parents.

I lived by myself doing odd jobs. Jobs that don't require me to interact with anyone. This was to fuel my desire... to tickle.

Maybe my quirk has finally made me go insane, but I have an insatiable urge to tickle someone... to tickle anyone.

I began to walk around and bump into people just to see their ticklish reaction. It made me excited. And if it was an attractive woman, I even got aroused... I have become a tickle freak... but it wasn't enough to fulfill my appetite. In fact it frustrated me more, because the only person I want to tickle is Midnight. This is all happening because of Midnight...

A year, maybe two has passed. I don't keep track of time.

I've been thinking of a plan. To finally meet her again. To finally get my revenge.

It is simple. I send a message to her U.A. school email, requesting a meeting with her. To clarify that I was the troubled child she talked to years prior, and that I want a follow up to discuss potential hero paths, especially in regards to my quirk...

All a trap. You see, I know Midnight. Not literally, but you know what I mean. I've been researching her activity this whole time. I know that she loves the attention of young men, meaning she will give sympathy to my email and go through with this bullshit meeting. But more importantly, she loves a Challenge.

I know that if I claim she can't handle being tickled for an hour, she will take me up on that challenge, cus she won't think it's that bad... I've got her all figured out. And my lust will finally be fulfilled.

Moments later...

She agreed to my meeting with a welcoming reply. Hook, line and sinker.

Going onto the campus of U.A. pissed me off a bit too much. Seeing all these happy kids with awesome and epic abilities that will Change The World... why is it so special if they were just born with it. Being a hero is just being born with privilege.. I hate this.

I remember a time when I wanted to be a hero, before my quirk developed. I wanted to shoot fire, be able to fly, teleport, you name it. All the generic stuff. But you don't have a choice. That's life. In my moment of rage, I felt sadness. What have I become? A deranged tickle monster? Even if I stopped my tickle escapades, what would I even be able to do to help people? I am too far gone; my freakish tickle powers have doomed me to this. I can never be a hero...

As I browse the counseling offices I draw closer and closer to the room she told me to meet at. With depression in my heart, the devious thoughts of tickling Midnight come back. And that joy temporarily clouds the depression. It's finally going to happen...

My sweaty palms clasp the door handle. As I push it open, I see her. She sits on the other side of the desk, wearing her entire dominatrix-inspired costume. She smiles and greets me.

Seeing such a beautiful and sexy woman in front of me... that confident dominance almost oozing off of her. I try as hard as I can to control myself. I want to jump over the desk and tickle her right there, but I must wait until my plan unfolds.

She notices my blushing, and decides to tease me,

"Oh~ you see happy to me, huh?"

I fumble my words,

"I... uh, yeah.."

She giggles at my embarassment. Little does she know how much laughing she will be doing...

We continue to talk, mainly me talking some bullshit about my possibilities on becoming a hero. All silly talk since I have no desire to become one, my desire is right in front of me.

The topic finally reaches what I have been waiting for... my Quirk. She spins a certain tale of me potentially being a support hero, just as she told me last time. But I'm not an angsty teen anymore, now I am an angsty adult. Now I can defend myself.

"Look... uhhh Ms.. uh Midnight. My quirk is... too dangerous I feel like!"

She scoffs at my comment,

"Ha, Tickling, dangerous? Worse things can happen to someone!"

I stammer more,

"But, uh... most people hate the sensation... and hate it to death. Isn't it cruel to do? Even to bad guys?"

Realizing that I'm serious she tries to reassure me,

"Look, boy. There are way worse forms of torture! Trust me, I've been through a lot of different kinds~"

I KNEW IT! Now... Will it work?

"So... have you been tickle tortured before?"

I can't believe I'm asking this... I'm such a degenerate.

Midnight twirls her hair with a finger,

"Hmmm~ not that I remember at least. But I can't imagine it being too bad. I mean what could happen, being tickled to death? Fufu~"

I gulp,

"Well, if you really don't think it's that bad then...

why don't I tickle you, for half an hour? If you can handle it."

Midnight puckers her lips,

"Oh~ Dearie~ Sounds like you've been fantasizing about that for quite awhile~ Did you only do this meeting so you could tickle me?~"

I take a deep breath, face crimson red.

She smiles at my embarrassment,

"Ohh~ Don't worry, boy. I've grown a curiosity to your quirk... "

Getting out of her chair, she leans over the desk,

"So, why don't we do that Training Exercise you suggest? It's a teacher's duty to find out their student's full potential~ But first, we need to go to the proper setting... I know... follow me, boy~"