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“Dude, I thought you said we’d see something cool! Why Game of Thrones of all things? Like, a world where no quirks exist and everyone dies. Exciting,” Kaminari said sarcastically.
“You clearly have no taste. This show is nuts man. Even Bakugou likes it. You’ll love it too, I’m sure. Here, dragons! And those white walkers?”
“I haven’t even seen the previous episodes. Can’t we see something else?” Kaminari was happy to see that Kirishima enjoyed himself this much, but he had hoped something better was on the planning when Kirishima - excited about his newly purchased TV - invited him to chill in his room for the weekend and binge some series.
Besides, a foreign series with this much blood... sex... and nudes? He was so uncomfortable, but felt too shy to admit this to his friend. For he was now in Kirishima’s manly room, doing manly things, and Kirishima would probably mark him as unmanly forever if he’d admit the real reason why he didn’t want to watch this show right now.
“Wohaha, that dragon chick’s amazing!” ...and naked, Kaminari thought when Kirishima shared his loud and excited commentary.
“We should ask Todoroki to adopt dragons. And walk through fire, haha,” Kirishima continued to ramble. Oh this guy was totally enjoying this. Kaminari was about to figure a way to ask for a more ‘innocent’ TV show to suit his taste when a rather explicit scene was shoved into his face, and he literally yelped.
“GAhh!” He was unprepared to release a hysterical electric shockwave, causing a short circuit and before they knew what actually happened, both the TV and lights quit what they were doing and left the two in the dark.
“....You did that?” Kirishima asked after an awkward silence. Kaminari kept staring in front of him, where he couldn’t see anything. How embarrassing.
“I guess.” He felt Kirishima move around on the bed on which they were sitting.
“I can’t see a thing. Can you turn it back on?”
“....I can’t.” Rather this, uneasy darkness, than having to admit that nude women, on-screen sex and bloody messes made him uncomfortable like the unmanly guy he is.
“Ah come on. It was just getting suspenseful! Don’t tease me like thaaat~” Kaminari tensed when he felt that Kirishima suddenly poked his side. On second thought... If this went on like this, he would be marked unmanly anyways. It tickled!
“I’m not teasing - wait, I’m - aahhah!” Kaminari cried out, and he fell on his side when Kirishima suddenly pushed him over. Ending up on his side, Kaminari felt how Kirishima leaned over him, and then suddenly he was being overwhelmed with tickles.
“Hey. What’s this? Am I getting this right?” He could barely see in the dark, but he felt Kirishima lean closer, and then for a split second he could see his bright eyes. Just his eyes.
“You ticklish bro?” Kirishima then moved his head away again and his fingers started creeping all over Kaminari’s sides.
“EYaaahhah! Nohoho! No stohohop!” he yelled. Well all fucks and shitness. This wasn’t what he had planned at. all.
“Tickle tickle! Oh I got you now,” Kirishima said in a dark and sinister voice. Nooo! Kaminari couldn’t remember ever feeling this ticklish. Maybe because it was dark and he couldn’t see anything that his sensitivity was heightened. Or maybe Kirishima was just really good at this.
“GAaahah! Plehehease! Don’t!” Kaminari giggled uncontrollably. He sometimes let out a very high pitched squeak when Kirishima would hit certain spots that triggered these sounds, and Kaminari wanted to die in a puddle of shame.
“You really are ticklish huh? You are! That’s cute man.” Cute? And unmanly? Kaminari squealed and giggled, writhing from side to side, but he saw nothing, his own quirk bringing all disadvantage down onto his very ticklish self, and he desperately tried regain control. Control his the embarrassing sound of his cries, his body, his quirk so he could turn the lights on again, but all he could do was laugh, and no matter how he squirmed and laughed, he failed to escape.
“I see no other choice but tickling you until you let me continue watching?” Kirishima teased.
“No wahaahahaay!” Kaminari squeaked hysterically.
“But why not?” It was hard to have a conversation when the person trying to hold that conversation was also tickling him to death! Rolling onto his back, Kaminari felt how this was a major mistake: his stomach was now fully under attack, and he really had nowhere to go.
“Just... stohohop! Gyaaahaha!” Kaminari desperately tried to pry Kirishima’s hands off him, but it seemed like Kirishima was doing way better in this pitch black darkness than he was. No matter how much Kaminari squirmed and tried to roll away, Kirishima knew exactly where to strike, where to touch him, and where his fingers had to go so they could creep under his shirt and tickle his bare sides - fuuck!
"NOT THERE! Not theehehere oh shiiit!” Arching his back, Kaminari lost his mind when he felt Kirishima’s fingers attack his bare sides and ribs now, and he wheezed when he noticed how close he got to his armpits.
“Now you should really give me what I want my friend, or I’ll have to introduce you to the tickle monster that houses inside me!” Kirishima roared playfully.
Wasn’t he doing that already? This monster pinning him down here was definitely what Kaminari would call a tickle monster! Still, he shook his head bravely, what Kirishima probably couldn’t see, but he also chirped: “Nehehehver!”
“Suit yourself then~” It was as if Kirishima knew that he had been anticipating this. Kirishima tickled his armpits with ruthlessly wiggling fingers. Instead of merely leaning over him and pinning him down, he even climbed on top of him so he could pin Kaminari’s hand firmly over his head (aaahh!!) and tickle his outstretched armpit without any hint of mercy or humanity.
“AHAAHAh! NOhoho pleeheheaseplease dohohon’t! Eeeepp!” Learning he could get this hysterical, and his voice could sound this pitchy, was a surprise to the both of them, probably. Kaminari had never experienced himself like this. He could vaguely register Kirishima taunting and teasing him, and then when he hit an extra sensitie spot in his armpit, however that was even possible, Kaminari suddenly shuddered and he got the same quirk- attack as earlier.
“Oh yay!” Kirishima cheered, having activated his harden-quirk just in time to not be affected that much. The lights were now back on, the TV as well but on black screen since the TV screen had lost connection to Kirishima’s laptop, and things seemed like they were back to normal.
Kaminari wheezed, looking up at Kirishima who still pinned him down. He was probably looking worse than unmanly. He felt his cheeks were burning, the corners of his eyes felt wet with thears, and he couldn’t stop gasping for breath.
“Unmanly aren’t I?” he said hopelessly. Kirishima blinked.
“What?” he asked. Kaminari closed his eyes in exhaustion and breathed in and out some more.
“I’m unmanly. Like, I dislike that TV series you love so much, just because blood, sex and nude women make me uncomfortable. I’m ticklish as hell. And I laugh like a girl.” He was this much downhill that he’d better spill all of his beans. Kirishima gaped at him. He then laughed out loud.
“What theee-! What’s this thing with being unmanly! Nothing’s wrong with you! You’re fine bro! And you really didn’t want to watch for that reason? You should’ve told me, I feel so bad now!” Kirishima was still laughing, and he ruffled Kaminari’s messy hair.
“But... You dislike unmanly things! I thought you wouldn’t wanna hang out with me anymore,” Kaminari said, pouting. Kirishima then held out his hand to help him sit up, a bright smile on his face.
“That’s just my thing, I would call a strawberry manly if I enjoy it and unmanly if it’s too sour or rotten. Don’t take it too seriously. Oh I feel so bad now,” Kirishima said again. Relieved, Kaminari smiled and was glad it all turned out to be just fine.
“Besides,” Kirishima suddenly said.
“I enjoy tickle fights a lot more, even more than Game of Thrones!” Kaminari’s eyes widened.
“A-about that...” he muttered, but Kirishima already jumped on him, this time actually able to see where he was tickling him, and Kaminari squealed as he looked up at Kirishima’s smirking face.
“Tickle monster is baaack!” he yelled excitedly. Too soon! Kaminari was back to giggling and screeching for his life.
“No faaahahair!” he cried, but Kirishima just stuck his tongue out at him and said:
“Oh but it is fair! Just treating my manly friend like the big man he is.” Kirishima winked, and Kaminari blushed like an idiot.
Zero percent sarcasm, and even though he was now laughing and squealing like a girl, he was glad Kirishima liked him for who he was.