I'll Just Clarify One Thing:

I'll just clarify one thing:

Sanemi Shinazugawa has created my standard in men. (A beautiful fictional man created my standard)

¿And the saddest thing? No man in real life will be able to reach his ankles.

he is so real i love him sm

TITLE : RANDOM BAKUGO KATSUKI BF TEXTS

CHARACTER : BAKUGO KATSUKI

CONTENT WARNING : MENTIONS PEGGING ONCE, CRACK, FLUFF

BONUS ARYA : HEWWO ! ! <3 DIS IS MY FIRST SMAU ( REPOST ) ON DIS BLOG :D

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NOOOOOOOOO😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Small sanemi angst coming

I was inspired by a sound on TikTok (I love isle of dogs so much🫶🏻)

IiOMHGGHGG

cw: repost. fem!reader, tsun!reader.

“tell the truth. do you like me or not?”

the question catches you as much off guard as a sentence possibly could. not because izuku’s hand is pressed against the wall on either side of you, caging you in so you have to come up with some kind of answer before you leave, and not because he’s hunched over to meet you face to face, his face is closer than it’s ever been, barely inches part and close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath roll off your cheeks. 

no, it’s because your brain flits somewhere between ‘how did you know?’ and ‘how did you not know?’

after all, you’ve been bullying him for weeks.

pointing out his mistakes during morning debriefings, rolling your eyes when he walks into the room, and pronouncing his name with disdain any time he’s within earshot. you don’t know why you’ve been doing it -  you’d think at this age you would be way more mature than to try desperately to mask a crush with contempt, but here you were, now face to face with the man you’ve been trying to harshly reject ever since he joined the agency, and your heart won’t stop beating in your chest.

he’s seen straight through you. 

you open your mouth and close it, and izuku raises an eyebrow. you can catch impatience in the twitch of his biceps in your peripheral vision, but his breathing remains steady. he doesn’t say a word as he continues to stare you down.

as you stare back, committed to not letting him intimidate you (after all you’re the one with the power here), you can still feel your face grow terribly hot. 

he’s so good-looking, is all you can think about. handsome is plastered all over his features, and you hate it. hate it so much. hate that he distracts you from your work, and that your heart skips a beat every time he walks into the agency, and that the smell of whatever cologne he’s wearing, usually faintly lingering as he walks by, now floods your senses.

you hate him so, so much.

“n-no,” you eke out, and you’re immediately embarrassed. you sound as gentle as a lamb, and he takes a moment to study your features, the sweat forming on your temple and the way you dry swallow.

then he laughs. it’s a slightly mocking sound, deafening in your ears. devastating, even.

“that’s not very convincing at all,” he replies in a low whisper. his eyes are serious again, and you want to squirm where you stand. your heart is still pounding. 

however, he decides to have a little mercy on you, if only for the fact that it’s the late evening, and it doesn’t look too great to corner you like this. he steps back, and you already miss the closeness of your bodies. 

you remember to breathe, and he scratches his head, then crosses his arms over his chest. he’s back to normal again. dorky. genuine. 

cute rather than cruelly attractive.

“i guess i misread you,” he shrugs. he didn’t. 

at this time, if you were someone bold or someone who had been honest with themselves the whole time, you would have told him not to pull that stunt again, you might have even threatened to call HR but instead you hesitate for a moment, trying to decide what to do next. then, somewhat defeated, you turn around in feigned haughtiness, and begin to storm off.

that is, until you can hear him mutter too loudly under his breath:

“was kinda hoping it was true.”

to which you turn, march right up to him, pull him down by the shirt collar, and kiss him on the lips.

it is, after all.

he’s stunned for a moment, not expecting you to to go this far at first. but he adapts quickly.

izuku grips your chin and tilts your head upwards, deepening the kiss. he kisses you harshly, then softly, and you kiss and kiss until your head spins.

your lips part and he smiles down at you. genuinely. for the first time since he’s made it here.

“use your words next time, precious.”

Big Brother, Little Brother

i can't wait to see more of sanemi in the new season