Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Oxytocin ❤

A/N: Heyooooooo! Welcome to hell! Anyway, I would like to start this off by saying Happy Chanukah / Hannukah! Today's the first of eight days, so go celebrate! Safely, of course. Second order of business. Fucking... fluff. A mix between real events and scenarios that appeared in my head during one of many gay panics that happen in a day. You know the drill. Nothing new. Uh, I have nothing else to say! So, let's get going! At the end, Katsuki's real hero name is mentioned, so be warned!

Kirishima's POV

"We aren't going to go super in depth with this one, but there is a hormone called oxytocin. It's known as the cuddling hormone. This is why you feel the need to snuggle small animals or babies. It's also why, biologically, your parents love you. They emitted this hormone, bonding you to them. This hormone is also why you want to cuddle with your significant other, or why your parents may hold each other while they sleep,"

My pencil stopped on the paper, mid-sketch. I hadn't been paying much attention, just jotting down whatever was put on the board. I'd study it with Katsuki later.

Speak of the devil, my eyes move from the board over to the ash blond. The ash blond's teeth found his lip, only to let go with a short sigh.

Even just thinking about Katsuki's lip makes me flush, because I know that I'm was the only one to kiss them. I'm Katsuki's first, and Katsuki's mine

The ash blond makes me all kinds of giddy, I'm unable to focus whenever I see him. Whenever he spars with me, I do my best to keep my head on my shoulders, but I never can.

"Oh," was all I found myself muttering. I wrote down "oxytocin" in his notebook to remember for later.

And remember I did. I remembered it so well, in fact, that I couldn't get it off my mind.

"Fuck," I sighed, planting my face in my arms.

"What?" Katsuki asked. "Don't get something,"

"No, not that," I groaned. "Got something in my mind. A writing idea,"

"Oh? Tea?" Katsuki asked. It seems uncharacteristic of him, but that was a common phrase of his. "Wanna fill me in? Or is this a secret?"

"You'll see when I publish it, baby," I said before pressing a kiss to my boyfriend's cheek.

Katsuki's face began to turn pink as he stuffed his face back into the book he was reading.

"Isn't that the book where the guy spends a paragraph or two talking about some other dude's butt?" I asked, brushing a strand of hair out of my face, my hair gel beginning to fail me.

You're no good, gel. You never gonna be anything, gel. Ya just. Like. Ya fatha.

I'm sorry, that duck vine is too good, I had to mention it somehow.

"It's so gay," Katsuki laughed.

"Ew, gross," I said jokingly, getting a snort from Katsuki.

"Right? Can you believe these homos?" Katsuki continued.

"No. As a man, I'm glad to know my boyfriend feels the same," I fell into a fit of giggles, unable to keep up the joke.

"God, you're a mess, Ei," Katsuki grinned, looking at me.

"I'm your mess though," my voice had gotten quiet, leaning in a bit as I waited for Katsuki to close the small gap.

And he did, his lips finding mine in an amateur kiss. Even though we've been kissing for close to six months, we aren't experts. I still miss on occasion, I won't tilt my head as much I probably should, so I stab Katsuki in the face with my nose, which is usually cold for some reason. The list goes on, but it's a long list.