A/N: Boku No Hero Academia (Bakugou/Deku, platonic) - 33. “Oh? You want me to tickle you that badly?” - ok I’m actually quite the gross KatsuDeku shipper so I had to do my best to not make this too shippy and I’m not sure if I succeeded xD Thanks for the prompt and I hope you like it<3
Summary: Deku has gotten quite the muscled body, Bakugou notices. It doesn’t matter that they’re in the middle of the dressing room: Deku has to prove to him then and there that he’s really gotten stronger too.
Word Count: 1365
“Wow Midoriya, nice colors!” Deku just took his costume out of his bag, and he smiled as Iida came up to him to admire it.
“Really? That what you got looks nice too!” he said happily. He looked around the dressing room where all guys were getting changed into their hero outfits. He was excited to change into his hero outfit for the first time… It meant so much to him. He took a sigh and then pulled his shirt over his head, following the others’ example by starting to undress, when a sudden growl attracted his and everyone’s attention.
“DEKUUUU!” Deku froze with his shirt still halfway over his head, and he bent a little and peeked through the collar to see Bakugou racing at him. Uh-oh. He let out a loud “EEP!” when Bakugou grabbed both his sides and started to feel him with his hands, fingers massaging and squeezing him firmly.
“E-eh!?” He heard the other guys freak out as much as he did, and he got so hysterical that he began to toss his upperbody around in vain, still caught up in his shirt.
“Where did you get these muscles!? Huh!” Bakugou barked. Deku felt violated to have Bakugou suddenly grope him like this.
“K-Kacchan! Wait, stop –” He managed to pull one arm out of his tight shirt first and began to push Bakugou away.
“I just exercised that’s a – wait that tickles! S-stohohp!” he yelped when Bakugou continued to harass him. He squirmed and twisted, eventually managing to stand face first against the lockers with Bakugou pressing against him from behind.
Deku wildly managed to pull his other arm out of his shirt as well, but he gasped in shock when Bakugou grasped that arm and pinned it above his head against the lockers with a loud bang.
“Come on now guys!” Iida tried to cut in, but Bakugou leaned close until Deku could feel his breath sending chills down his spine, and he growled:
“You exercised hm?” Deku’s eyes widened when he felt that Bakugou began to claw at the exposed side of his ribs, fingers digging into the bare skin and this time tickling his muscled body on purpose. That ruthless torturous tickling, just like in the past.
“Hngh-ahhaha K-Kacchan!” Tears were immediately welling up in Deku’s eyes from fighting the urge to scream.
“What’s wrong? You got all that exercise, all these muscles…” when he said ‘muscles’ Bakugou dove his fingers especially deeper into his flesh, tickling him with such enthusiasm that Deku jerked heavily and let out a cry.
“Then why are you still….” Deku already flinched because he knew he was going to say it. Out loud. Here in the dressing room, for everyone to hear. He struggled again in vain, his free hand clenching helplessly into a fist.
“…Ticklish?” Bakugou then released Deku’s arm so he could tickle him with both hans. He wiggled his fingers up his ribs and under his arms, tickling his armpits and making Deku squeal out loud.