Addicting. That was what he'd call it. Your cheeks were addicting and calming.

Your cheeks were VERY squeezable. Like, REALLY. As if they were straight up strees balls! Every now and then, people would pinch or squeeze your cheeks. Even if sometimes they'd squeeze too tight, all they could ever think about is how soft they always were.

That's how, when Katsuki first off squeezed one of your cheeks on a friday, just because he was teasing you, he found out how squishy they were. So, he became addicted. Every time he felt angry, he'd come to you, grab your cheeks and squeeze. The weirdest of all, he would always be gentle as to not hurt you.

Your cheeks were his stress relief. Something that always calmed him down.

That's how you ended up on his lap, in the common rooms. Denki, or dunce face as Katsuki calls him, has annoyed Katsuki to the point of where he wanted to murder him. But, since he saw you on the couch, he quickly walked over.

"Move your ass." He snarled. He sat down, pulled him into his lap, and began squeezing and playing with your cheeks. His nose scrunched up, frowning.