Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Mistlebro ❤

A/N: Welcome one and all to the beginning of something pretty gay. You'll love it here. Good ol' fluff hours today! With that, we begin!

Kirishima's POV

"Bro!"

"Bro!"

I pointed up to the doorway, seeing misteltoe.

"Oh... uh. You know I'm taken, right?" Tetsu said.

"No kisses needed, dude. This is mistlebro," I said with a grin.

"BRO!"

We locked hands, and both got down on a knee, looking into each other's eyes.

"Bro," we whispered.

"WE'RE ONLY A FEW WORDS IN, AND MOST OF THEM ARE BRO! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bakugou yelled from the other room.

"BRO!" Tetsu and I groaned in unison.

"NO! SHUT UP! DON'T FUCKING SPEAK! NO. FUCK OFF," Bakugou yelled, walking off.

"Dude, your boyfriend's so--"

I clamped a hand over his mouth, shooting him a glare.

"First of all, not my boyfriend," I whispered. "Second of all, he doesn't even like me that way, so I'm not going to ruin this friendship because I want to try out for a relationship. He may not even like men!"

"You don't know that!" Tetsutetsu said as he pulled my hand off his mouth.

"Does he seem like he does?!"

"Well, we don't kn--"

"GO AHEAD! TRY KEEPING THE MEAT FROM ME! SEE HOW THAT TURNS OUT FOR YOU!" Bakugou yelled from the kitchen.

Tetsutetsu and I shared a glance.

My brain was thinking, in the words of Brian David Gilbert, "Am I safe... to smash?"

"Okay, so maybe that sounded a little gay. But that doesn't me--"

"No, Bakugou's gay, kero," Tsuyu said as she walked past. "I'm surprised he never told you. Then again, it's pretty obvious,"

"How do you know?"

"He comes to me to talk about his crush, kero. Ochaco, can you help me with the pudding?"

"Be there in a second, my little tadpole!" Ochaco beamed.

As Tsuyu walked off, I sighed.

"He likes someone?" I murmured.

I went to talk to Tetsutetsu, but he had already walked off, finding Kendou.

I pursed my lips before sighing through my nose.

"Fine. Whatever,"

I walked into the kitchen to see Bakugou cutting at his average speed; faster than light. And Satou was pulling things out of the oven pretty frequently.

"You guys need any help?"

"Grab me bowls," Katsuki hissed under his breath.

"Roger that!"

"Well, what do we have here?"

I rolled my eyes.

Fucking Monoma.

"Class 1-A cooking instead of having other people slave away to do their bidding?"

"Monoma, I suggest you leave," I sighed in pure annoyance.