Stress Reliever

Logan wrote another line of the essay he had been writing for the past five hours. He removed his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose, sighing wearily. Logan needed stress relief. Setting the pen down and readjusting his glasses, he stood from his desk and cracked open his door, peaking out into the mind palace hallway. The grandfather clock told him it was three in the morning. Who else would be crazy enough to be awake at this hour?

The intelligent side opened the door further, stepping cautiously into the hallway. The question, it seemed, answered itself, as there was only one other room with its lights still on: Virgil’s.

Logan padded down the hall silently, knocking softly on the purple door.

“Virgil?” he whispered. “May I come in?”

There was silence and then some shuffling, and he heard the creaking of the bedsprings. Then, finally, the door opened a tiny bit, and he saw Virgil’s curious purple eye.

“Do you… need something?” the anxious side whispered back. “My room’s a… little messy…”

“I don’t mind a bit, Virgil.”

Silence again. Then the door opened, and Logan was pulled unceremoniously inside, shutting behind him. Cobwebs and crumpled notebook paper filled the room, illuminated by a single desk lamp.

“I-I’m sorry for the mess-“

Logan’s hug cut off Virgil’s apology.

“U-uh… This is new… and nice-” He cautiously hugged back.

“Virgil, I’ve been working all day… I need to unwind.”

“Okay, I get that; trust me, I do, but I don’t know what the word ‘unwind’ means.”

“Do I have your permission to use you as a stress ball?”

“As a… as a what??” Again, Virgil was cut off by some quickly-placed squeezes to his sides from Logan, smiling softly as the purple side began squeaking, collapsing to the floor. “WHAHA WAHAHAIT-!”

“Just a few tickles, hun, then I’ll leave.”

Virgil resigned himself to this tickly fate, as it was clear to them that he thoroughly enjoyed this. Logan’s tickles were methodical, wiggling and scribbling with surgical precision in all the places he knew Virgil loved.

“You look adorable when tickled. Did you know that?”


Logan chuckled. “Rude. Why so hostile? I’m doing what you want.”

Virgil began hiccupping, a sign for Logan to stop. He laid the anxious side on the creaky bed and ruffled his hair.

“Thank you. Your laughter acts as a very good therapeutic.” Logan turned off the lamp light as he walked out, closing the door as the other side fell asleep with a big smile on his face. “Back to work,” he thought, glad to have such a fantastic stress reliever.

“A Monster, Huh?”

Kirishima heard a knock at his door. He delivered one last parting blow to the punching bag and walked to the door. He leaned against it, smiling to himself. 

“Password?” He called through.

He heard his boyfriend sigh. “Red Riot, Future Number One Hero.”

“Why, if it isn’t my dear Kaminari, come to visit!”

Kaminari groaned playfully. “Just lemme in already!”

Kirishima giggled as he opened the door, pulling the electric hero in for a quick kiss before tossing him gently onto the bed.

“W-woah! Eager, huh?” Kaminari chuckled as the red-haired hero straddled his waist. 

“Am I not allowed to miss my boyfriend~?” With that, Eijiro collapsed onto Kaminari, snuggling up close to him. 

Denki smiled as he held the red-haired hero close. “Whatever, cutie!”

They cuddled like that for a while, talking about nothing significant. Kirishima and Kaminari’s conversations were always as aimless as they were scatterbrained, quickly jumping around from one topic to another. Eventually, their ramblings died down, and silence filled the room. Kirishima was the one to finally say something.

“Hey, Kaminari?”


“Are you ticklish?”

Every muscle in Kaminari’s body tensed up. Truth be told, he was indeed ticklish, embarrassingly so. Yet, in his arms at that very moment was Kirishima, Class 1-A’s infamous tickle monster, who had wrecked most of their classmates at some point or another. He clamped his mouth shut tighter when he felt Eijiro tapping his fingers against his sides idly.

“I’m waiting, Kami~.”

To get out of this situation, Denki would have to think fast, and think fast he did. He let off a quick electric shock to his boyfriend, nothing more painful than a static shock from a doorknob, purely to catch Kirishima off-guard, allowing him to escape. He ran out the door, taking off down the hallway like a lightning bolt.

“Oh, now you’re in for it! I’m gonna wreck your shit, Pikachu!!” Kirishima ran after his boyfriend, staying close on his heels. 

“No, no, no!! Lemme go!!” Despite his pleas for mercy, anticipatory giggles began spilling out of him. 

“Hey, Kirishima! Whatcha up to?” Eijiro looked off to his side and saw Sero running beside him to his left. 

“This punk needs tickles! Care to help me out a bit?”

“Oh, it’d be my pleasure! Anything to help you cut someone down to size!” Sero sent out a quick blast of tape, which ensnared Kaminari’s leg, stopping him in his tracks. He hopped on one foot goofily, trying to shake the tape off. 

“No, no! That was a dirty trick!” 

Sero smiled and gave a hard tug to the tape, making Kaminari spin right into Kirishima’s arms. “Why, thank you very much, Sero! I owe you one!”

“No need! Have fun with him, Kaminari!” He walked away, happy to have helped out.

“Say thank you to Sero for helping me~” Kirishima teased, nibbling softly on Kaminari’s neck.

“AH-! OKAHAY-!! Thahank youhuhuhuhu, Sehehheehero!!!”

“Good boy~! Now let’s get back to my room, yeah~?” Eijiro carried the electric hero back to his room, holding him tightly despite his vain wriggling. He laid him down on the bed, straddled his waist, and pinned his arms under his knees. “I hope you know that I’m not gonna go easy on you, dear~.”

“Youhuhuhu vihihihhillahain!”

“You must clearly not want mercy, huh~?” With that, Kirishima scribbled at Kaminari’s soft belly. The electric hero squealed and began cackling loudly. 


“Nuh uh~! You had your chance! You could have just answered my question, but no, you had to use your quirk on me! How rude~!”


“Oh, I forgive you, dear! I still gotta tickle you, though~.”


“No fingers~?” Kirishima giggled. “Very well! I won’t use my fingers~!” He leaned down and placed dozens and dozens of kisses on his boyfriend’s belly, making him blush as red as his hair. 


“So picky~! I’m not going to listen to you if you’re just gonna say that you don’t like these tickles, because I can tell that you love them~! You haven’t told me to stop yet, after all~!”

Kaminari blushed even more and stammered out an excuse through giggles. However, those were swiftly replaced by cackles when his boyfriend’s kisses turned to cheeky nibbles. 

“EHEHEHEHEHEHEIJIHIHIRO!!!!” Denki squealed and writhed around on the bed, trying desperately to escape Kirishima’s dastardly nibbling. 

“Omnomnomnomnom!!” the red-haired hero teased as he very gently nibbled and kissed all over the sensitive skin. 

“YOUHUHU’RE AHAHAHA MOHOHOHHOHONSTER!!!” Kaminari covered his face with one hand, using the other to try to push his boyfriend’s head away. 

“A monster, huh~?” Kirishima placed a big raspberry on his belly button. 


“Ooo~! You love raspberries, huh~? Do they make ya feel all tingly inside?


“Oh, yeah! That makes sense!” Kirishima raspberried repeatedly, not letting up until Kaminari’s laughter got wheezy and tears were falling down his cheeks.

“Okay, okay, I’ll let up, cutie!” Kirishima got out of his shirt and spooned his boyfriend close, not stopping the tickles entirely. He gently traced hearts, smiley faces, and lightning bolts on his belly. “Didja like that~?”

“M-mhmhm!” Kaminari giggled as he nodded, nestling into Kirishima’s strong arms. 

“Aww~! You must be sleepy after all that, huh~?” 

“Y-yeheahh…” Kaminari yawned.

Something suddenly popped into Kirishima’s head, and he stopped the tickling. “Hey, by the way, why did you come in here at first?” 

“Oh, yeah! Thank you for reminding me!” The electric hero turned around and held Kirishima close, kissing him softly. “Just needed a kiss from ya!” 

They giggled, and Kirishima joked, “Well, I think you got a bit more than you bargained for, Pikachu~!” 

Kaminari yawned as he nestled his head under his boyfriend’s chin. “I’d say so…”

Kirishima melted at the sight of Kaminari looking so cute. “Goodnight, dear~. Sleep well~,” Kirishima said soothingly. He rubbed the electric hero’s back, kissing the top of his head and gently nuzzling his face in the soft yellow hair. 

“Night, Kiri…” Needless to say, Kaminari had very, very tickly dreams that night.