Izuku can almost feel the feather between his toes as he finishes editing his video and blog update and clicks post, that's probably odd to say, let him explain, see his boss, Hawks, though he's one of the rare few who's got the privilege of calling him by his given name 'Keigo', whom he's been working for for a little over half a year, who's become a parental figure for him, even if he doesn't know it yet, is a huge tickle monster, seriously, he's bad. Not that he was complaining, he liked it, being able to just let go of the world's stresses and everything dragging him down in life and throw his head back and laugh, and his boss liked it, the physical contact, the fact that he was making someone laugh, being able to goof around and let his walls down and so on and so forth. See, Keigo tortures him for a number of reasons, when he's bored, when he's overwhelmed, when he breaks the rules, he tortures him instead of writing him up and threatening him with termination (though he feels as though it's more so for the fact that he enjoys torturing him and likes him and really doesn't want to fire him and he doesn't want to lose his only willing victim ((that's right people, he's a willing victim))).

Anyway, he can almost feel it, threaded between his toes, making him involuntarily curl his toes up, as he closes his laptop and slides it down under his bed, his post, this week, the series he's been working on, is dismantling the Hero Public Safety Commission, the teen had once had the unfortunate experience of witnessing one of Keigo's handlers, as he shuffled through the paper work that needed completed, berating his hero for something so frivolous he can't even remember what it was. After that day, Izuku took it as his mission to separate them, them being the Commission who thought they owned the winged hero because they bought him as a child and attempted to brainwash him into being the new number one hero (attempted being the keyword, Keigo was happy at number three, and he did everything in his power to keep himself there, even with the ranking system being a huge joke and super doctored, and he was in no way the walking talking persona of Hawks, he knew his name was Takami Keigo, not Hawks, and when they weren't around to watch him, he acted like Takami Keigo, a playful, soft spoken, super affectionate individual, not a cocky, somewhat dickish asshole who thought he was better than everyone else), and didn't like that they failed, even if they weren't one hundred percent that they did, they had to have some sort of inkling that they did.

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"I don't know what they're freaking out at me for." Keigo gripes to no one in particular, brushing his feather between his adorable little assistant's third and fourth toe, his only response being squealing laughter from said assistant and wiggling toes. "It's not like I released any of it, I didn't tell anyone, I kept my mouth shut, like a good little soldier does. I don't even know where this Deku individual got it from. That shit is locked up tighter than Fort Knox in America." He adjusts his grip on the teen's ankle when he twists to the side in his vain attempt at escaping and moves back to the second and third toes. "What do they expect me to do, huh, they were too cocky about it, if they didn't want anyone to get access to the evidence, they should have destroyed it instead of locking it up in some deep dark online vault somewhere."

Izuku only squeals in response, tugging on his foot desperately, wiggling his toes, all because of the feather brushing between his second and third toes, that was enough, just insert a single feather between his toes and brush it gently back and forth, and you got him, he's putty in your hands.

He gulps down air when the hero's phone rings cheerfully, a moment of reprieve and falls limp as the man leans over slightly to pull his mobile phone out of his back pocket, reading the caller ID, gold eyes meet green. "You better not make a peep, or I'll kill you."

The teen watches him tuck the feather behind his left ear and answer the call. Balancing his phone between his right shoulder and ear, he picks his foot back up, fingers curled around his big toe, and scratches at the ball of his foot with a talon.

Izuku's eyes widen, and he swallows a loud squeal, the hero watching him, daring him to make a sound, to interrupt whoever is on the other side of the line. Clapping his hands over his mouth, he shrieks in his throat, wiggling his toes again, and the hero grins at him knowingly, he knows Keigo knows how to break him, and Keigo knows he knows that Keigo knows how to break him.

"Hey Rumi, what's up?" The greenette reaches for a pillow from their nest frantically, pulls it over his face, curls his arms around it, and squeals into it, jerking his foot one way and then the other. "Me? Nah, I'm just doing some paperwork, total bore, you know how it is." As he says it, he signs his name on the kid's sole with the quill of his feather, and smiles when the teen's foot jerks, and he squeals again into the pillow he's smothering himself with. "You know I can't comment on that, Rumi." Izuku shrieks when the hero scratches at the pad of his big toe with the tip of the quill of the feather. "Oh, him? Oh, yea, he's still just as much of a cutie bird as he was when I first hired him, no regrets, he makes for a good time."

The teen knows he messes up when he kicks the hero in the stomach, making him grunt, and immediately starts struggling to get away when the man asks Rumi to give him a minute, and mutes the mic on his phone.

He screams when five talons start scratching his sole, over the entirety of it, and jerks harshly, toes wiggling again. "IHIHHIHI'M SOHOHOHORRYYY! IHIHIHII'M SOHOHOHOORRRYYYY! NOHOHOHOHO! KEHEHEHEHEHEEI NOHOHOHOHOO! IHIHIHIHI'M SOHOHOHOHORRYYY!" (I'm sorry! I'm sorry! No! Kei no! I'm sorry!)

"You're not sorry, not yet. Just wait until I get off my call." Talons scratch under his toes and he screams again. "You better zip it, I'm returning to my conversation, if she hears you, I'm gonna make you beg me for death."

Izuku hugs the pillow tighter over his face as he squeals with laughter as the hero scratches at his heel with his talons, unmuting his phone to return to his conversation, shrieking brightly when a single talon scratches at the arch of his foot.

"No, don't worry about it, seriously." Keigo balances his phone between his shoulder and ear, scratching at the teen's baby toe with the talon of his index finger, smiling as he squeals shrilly into the pillow, he's suffocating himself with. "It's nothing. I'm not being harmed or anything. I can't answer that. I can't answer that either. Can't answer that one ei—hey my little cutie bird assistant is calling my name, I gotta go. Yea, you too, it's fine, I'm fine, I promise. 'Kay, later." The teen screeches into his pillow when ten talons start scratching his sole and under his toes. "Now, as for you, this is what you get for kicking me in the stomach."

…

Izuku's shuffling through paperwork when the hero's phone rings, Keigo presses a finger to his lips in the universal gesture for silence, and answers the call, pressing the speaker button on his phone. "Go for Hawks."

He tunes out most of it, only taking in bits and pieces, until he hears about the hero's appearance on Present Mic's radio show, how he's to deny everything, it's all lies, the Commission has their heroes best interests in mind always, a script will be provided for him to read from.

Now, Izuku's got no shame in saying he bugged his bosses phone line and has every intention of hacking into the radio broadcast to play said phone call for all those fans to hear.

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"They want me to make an appearance on Present Mic's radio show, he requested it, and they approved it." Keigo complains, wiggling his fingers lightly in his assistant's lower bare belly, some of his frustrations muted out by the shrieking laughter of his insanely ticklish cutie bird of an assistant. "Because it's so popular, you know, he's got a huge following." He claws his fingers in the sides of the teen's belly and smiles when he squeals with laughter. "They're giving me a script to read and everything. Gotta say it's all lies, even though we both know it's not, I don't know who this Deku person is revealing all this information, but I for one am interested, he's making them all sweat and squirm, and I take vindictive glee in that."

Izuku only squeals in response, half laying on the hero's lap, his legs curled around behind his hips lightly, feathers holding onto his ankles to keep him from kicking too much. His boss is overwhelmed, he knows that his toes and feet know that, and now his belly knows that. He jerks and kicks when the man jabs his fingers into the dips of his sides, jabbing and poking, up and down, until he's squirming from side to side like a (as Keigo would say cutie bird) worm.

"Just like I take vindictive glee in torturing you." The winged hero grins down at him as he circles a finger around his belly button, and the greenette's eyes widen as he shakes his head, not there, not the belly button, anywhere but there, anywhere but the belly button. "You always know how to make me feel better again." Izuku squeals and screams when the finger dips into his belly button and starts wiggling, bucking violently, once, and shakes his head frantically as he kicks as much as he can. "You have the cutest laugh; I can't stay upset when I hear it. When I first hired you, I'll admit it, I kind of had regrets, you were so quiet and withdrawn, doing as you were told without a word, and then I found those toes and what they did to you when I did some investigating, and I knew I made the right decision."

"KEHEHEHEHEHEEI NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE! NOHOHOHOHOT THEEHEHEHEHEHE BUHUHUHUHUTTON! NOHHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHE BUHUHUHUUTTON!" (Kei not there! Not the button! Not the button!) The green haired teenager bats at the hero's hand. "AHAHAHAHAANYWHEHEHEHEHEHERE BUHUHUHUT THEHEHEHEHERE! AHAHAHAHAHANYWHEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEERE BUUHUHUHUHUT THEHEHEHEHE BUHUHUHUUTTON!" (Anywhere but there! Anywhere but the button!)

"Not the belly button, huh?" He flutters his fingers over the boy's lower belly. "It's not you, is it, the one making my life a living hell, it's not you, is it?"

Izuku shrieks and squeals, arching his back at the light fluttering feeling over his lower tummy, pressing his chin to his chest for a moment before falling back down. He feels a semblance of fear that the man, who's incredibly good at reading people, will be able to seemingly read is laughter filled mind and find out that it is him who's unintentionally making his life a living hell. "NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOOOHOO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEERE! NOHOHOHOHOHO!" (No! No not there! No!)

"Nah, you're right." Keigo wiggles his index fingers on either side of the teen assistant's belly button, smiling when he squeals and kicks, and shakes his head. "It wouldn't be you. But, just in case, though I have my doubts, if it were you, and I find out, I'd torture you with the worst torture in the history of torture. I wouldn't kill you. But I'd get pretty darn close."

…

Izuku knew his reign of terror was coming to an end.

"It's been you this entire time!" Izuku flinches back from the hero's raised voice, flinching when he glances up and meets blazing gold eyes, averting his gaze again. "Do you have any idea how much of a living hell you made my life out to be! You should have just minded your own business! It had nothing to do with you!" He feels his eyes water when silence falls over the man's office. "Get out of my sight."

Nodding, the teen turns, darting across the hero's office, jumping out the door, closing it behind him, as tears finally overcome him and pour down his cheeks and he slides down the door on his back, sitting sprawled on the floor of the waiting room for the hero's office.

His secretary, Shimizu, kneels in front of him with a box of tissues. "He'll understand, sweetie, when the anger fades."

"I-I did it f—f—for him, Sh—Shimi." Izuku scrubs at his face with his hands and takes a tissue from the box held out to him to wipe his nose. "I-I d—did it for h—him."

"I know, dear." She whispers softly, as a crash reverberates from behind the door in the office, Izuku flinches. "He's thankful for what you did, he's just angry, they haven't exactly been pleasant to him these last few weeks." Footstep's echo across the office behind the door, and Izuku yelps when it's torn open and he nearly falls back from where he'd been leaning against it, when fingers curl in the back of his hoodie and lift him to his feet, yanking him back into Keigo's office.

Shimizu doesn't take offense when the door's closed in her face.

…

Any fear that his dad figure hates him is dashed when he's dragged back through the hero's office to the nest in the backroom. "Remember what I said would happen if I found out it was you?" That alone has him jumping forward, not caring if the collar of his hoodie chokes him, no, revenge tickle torture is the worst, he pulls out all expenses, all stops, it's merciless. The hero laughs, lifting him up off his feet, arms curled around his middle, the anger he felt just a few minutes ago faded into his torturous side, and if Izuku's being honest, he'd rather face the torturous side then be shunned. "Not so fast, baby bird, you're really in for it this time."

"No! Kei! No! I'm sorry!" He struggles in the hero's hold. "I'm sorry! Please! Mercy! Have mercy!"

"No mercy for you." Keigo smiles as he tosses his teenage assistant into their nest, watching him flail as he flies through the air and land on a pile of pillows, catching him with his feathers when he tries to scramble away. "Where do you think you're going, huh?"

Izuku shakes his head, laying on his back, held in place by a number of feathers, as the hero drops down into the nest with him, lowering himself to sit at his feet, slowly tugging his high-top's and socks off. "No! Kei! No, please! I'm sorry!"

"You're gonna be by the time I'm done with you." He drags a talon up his soles gently and smiles at the bright giggles the kid bursts into. "You're in big trouble this time, nestling, you really set yourself up for a bad time." The teen shrieks and shakes his feet when he scratches lightly in the middle of the upper part of his feet, toes wiggling already. "Oh, don't you worry, we'll get to those little toes." Izuku squeals when five talons scratch over the arch of his feet, jerking against the feathers keeping his legs in place, curling his toes up tightly before spreading them widely. "Oh yea, these footsies can't take it, can they?" He scratches at the balls of his feet with his talons and the teen squeals with laughter, arching his back, pressing his chin to his chest. "No they can't, no sir."

"Kehehehehei nohohohoho! Pleheheheheease!" (Kei no! Please!) Izuku squeals as he tugs on his feet, trying to get them away from those talons, those are the worst, the talons, those are just as bad as the feathers are. "Nohhohohot thehehehehe feheheheheheet! Nohohohot theheheehehe feheheheheet!" (Not the feet! Not the feet!)

"Not the feet, huh?" He moves down to scratch at his heels. "You got ticklish footsies, that why you don't want me to play with these feet? Ticklish little footsies?" Keigo smiles when the boy nods frantically, feeling his feet jerk against his feathers, and pulls a few more out from his left wing. "How about these toes?" He threads several feathers between the toes of each foot and the teen screams when they start moving with a mind of their own, under his silent command, as he scratches at the arches of his feet with his talons. "Those bad too?" The greenette screams with laughter, that's his only response, that and wiggling toes and kicking feet. "C'mere, I want that tummy."

Yanking the boy down by his ankles, he guides them around his sides, and lifts the teen's shirt up, sliding his right-hand underneath. "You know what I'm gonna do to this tummy?" The teen assistant pants and shakes his head, pulling against the feathers securing his arms in place, not that Keigo needs his arms secured, it's just nice to be able to do as he pleases without having to dodge hands reaching desperately for his. "I'm gonna torture it, that's what, I told you what I'd do to you if that mysterious rabble rouser turned out to be you. You're really in trouble here."

"Kei please! Please, I'm sorry!" Izuku pleads desperately. "I'm really sorry! No more! Please!"

"You're sorry, huh?" He claws his fingers into his belly, and the teen squeals, bucking at the sudden action, cackling brightly, begging for mercy between cackles. "Not as sorry as you're gonna be, that's for sure, this tummy's really in for it now." The hero finally pushes the boy's shirt up and claws all ten fingers into his belly, and the kid screams, arching his back sharply. "Coochie coochie coo, nestling, this is what you get." The teen shakes his head frantically, squirming from side to side, and sucks in his belly. "Yea, like that's gonna do anything, sucking in your tummy doesn't stop me." Keigo pokes around his assistant's belly, smiling as he shrieks with every poke, jolting in place. "I really should thank you though, you did me a great service, but that doesn't stop me from delivering on my promise."

"Keheheheheheei! Keheheheheheei pleheheheheease! Ihihihihi'm sohohohorry!" (Kei! Kei please! I'm sorry!) Izuku jolts and shrieks with giggles at every poke to his belly. "Stohohohoop! Nohohohoho!"(Stop! No!) His eyes widen when a finger circles around his belly button again. "NO! KEI NO!"

"How about…." The finger circling around his belly button wiggles in. "Kei yes." He smiles at the greenette's mad cackles. "Gotta really get in there for the best reaction." The hero twists his finger around and Izuku squeals loudly. "Is this a bad spot for you, nestling, is this a bad spot?" Keigo grins when his assistant nods frantically. "Good. Suffer. Just like you made me suffer for the last month and a half."

…

Izuku takes his time, planning his attack just right, the best course of action is to catch the man completely unawares, because if you don't, the tables will turn rather quickly, and when the tables turn, your straight outta luck and best hope the man is feeling merciful (he rarely is) and lets you go in less than ten minutes.

So he plans his attack very well.

Keigo's distracted, completely and totally, standing in front of the work nest, his back facing him, flexing his wings slightly with every breath. The teen creeps forward a few steps before darting forward. "Sneak attack!"

The hero shrieks in surprise, he'll deny it to his last breath, but Izuku heard and Izuku knows and that's enough, when he jumps up onto his back and claws his fingers into his wings. The man shrieks again, arching his back as he bursts into laughter, falling forwards from the momentum, landing in a sprawled position, jerking and reaching back, howling with laughter as the teen claws into his wings.

"This is what you get!" Izuku scratches at the base of the man's wings, laughing when he squeals like a child, and has to be careful not to fall off when the hero jerks harshly, and watch not to be wacked in the face by a flapping wing. "Karma's a bitch, ain't she!"

"Yohohohou're gohohohohonna rehehehehehegreeheheheheheet thihihihihis! Aaahahahahahahahhahahaa aaahahahahhahahahahhahahahhaa!" (You're gonna regret this!) Keigo pounds his fists into the pillows under him when the kid finds a particularly sensitive spot on the underbelly of his wings. "Ihihihihihi'm gohohohohoonnaaaahahahahahhahahaa kihihihihiilll yohohohohohou! NO! Nohohoho! Nohohohot thehehehehere! Nohohohot theheheheere!" (I'm gonna kill you! NO! No! Not there! Not there!)

The teenage assistant grins, scratching at the coracoid gently. "Not here, right here, not this spot?" The hero buries his face in a pillow and screams, cackling madly when he claws into the meat under his primaries, fingers curled tightly in the front of the pillows under him, talons tearing holes into them. "This is what you get for pinning my down and twirling a feather over my belly button for half an hour yesterday, take it like a man, you're supposed to be the big bad number three, I'm not even doing all too much and you're losing it!"

He yelps when he's smacked by the hero's left wing, knocked off his back, and shrieks when the man snags him by the back of his shirt, he landed on his side, and tugs him underneath him, trapping him with his body, and giggles breathlessly next to his ear for a moment.

"I hope you had your fun." Keigo whispers breathlessly in his assistants ear. "Because it's my turn now." Izuku squeals when the hero buries his face in the side of his neck and starts nibbling playfully, scrunching his shoulder up as best as he can, shrieking when he shakes his head and his scruff rubs in. "You made a huge error in judgement." He nibbles on his neck for an eternity and it drives him crazy, with one arm trapped under him, he pushes at the man's head with his other hand, until he finally pulls away. "Now it's my turn, nestling, I'm gonna show you what happens when you decide you're gonna try and get me, I get you, not the other way around."

He's kept on his side as the hero moves down, his feet and toes are bad, but his entire upper body is just as bad, if not worse (no, no, toes and belly button are the worst, but everywhere else is a close second, Keigo knows this tidbit of information, the hero's done extensive research, in the name of science he says), you know what, let's just meet in the middle and say if ticklishness was a person, he'd be that person.

Keigo knows this, he knows this, and Keigo knows that he knows that Keigo knows this.

The teen giggles bubbly giggles when his shirt is pushed up, exposing his side to whatever awaits it, and the hero wiggles a single finger in the dip of his side. "No one gets away with tickling the tickle monster." He shrieks when the man spiders his fingers up his side suddenly, and shrieks again when they come spidering back down, and shrieks with laughter, squirming in his awkward position, when they continuously spider up and down his side.

Izuku tries to roll forward, onto his stomach, and squeals when a finger slips under his shirt and wiggles in his belly button. "No, you stay in this position until I'm done with your side, if you roll over, I'll roll you over again and wiggle my finger in this button for three consecutive minutes, before blowing twenty raspberries over it." The teen squeals loudly at the thought of it, between his toes and his belly button, though it's a very close tie, very, very close, he'd have to say his belly button is the worst of the two, with the toes being a verrryyy close second. "Wise decision." The hero chuckles softly and wiggles his fingers back in his side lightly making him shriek with shrilly giggles. "Never know, I might just do it anyway, for even thinking you can tickle me, I don't think so, mister, that's a crime punishable by death." The teen squeals again when the fingers return to spidering up and down his side. "I think I just might, gotta be teaching a lesson here after all, haven't gotten to really play with that giggle button for some time now, I've been busy lately."

"Keheheheheei nohohohoho! Nohohohoho Ihihihihi'm sohohohorrryyyy! Eeieieaiaaiahahahahahahahhaha aaahahahhahahahahhahahahahaa aaahahahhahahahahhaahhahahaaa! Ihihihihihi'll neheheheheheever dohohohohohoo ihihihihiit ahahahahahahagain! Ohohohookay! Ihihihihi mihihihihight Ihihihihi'm nohhohohohot gohohohohonna lihihihihie!" (Kei no! No I'm sorry! I'll never do it again! Okay! I might I'm not gonna lie!) Izuku's eyes widen when the hero walks his fingers up his side towards his ribs. "Nohohoho! Nohhohohoho! Keheheheheheeiii! Plehehehehease nohohohot thehehehehere!" (No! No! Kei! Please not there!)

"You know, I know there's a bad spot, around here somewhere." Keigo pokes around his ribs and his assistant shrieks with every poke. "Could it be right…..around…..here?" He drills his index finger in a spot just above his lowest rib, and the greenette screams, kicking his legs wildly, batting at the hero with his free hand, so much so, that the man grabs his hand and pulls it to the side. "You're not getting in my way, you got me, it's only fair that I get to get you now."

Izuku shakes his head, trying to tug his arm out of the man's grasp, anything to get that finger drilling into that one particularly bad spot away. Keigo laughs at his misery like the asshole he is (he loves him even if he is an asshole sometimes). "What if I do this?" The teen squeals loudly when the hero buries his face in his side, takes a deep breath, and blows a massive raspberry. Before pulling back and grinning. "Raspberries are better when delivered on the tummy, so let me see that tummy." The greenette shakes his head when he's tugged around, down into his back, and has no forewarning (well indirect forewarning) for when the hero buries his face into his belly and starts blowing harsh raspberries over his belly button. He just screams and cackles, cackles and screams, wash, rinse, repeat, as raspberries are blown all over his belly before returning to his belly button for an extra long and harsh one.