Can We Talk?

can we talk?

like, what’s going on??? now they all love sanemi???

you bitches, these last few years they were in charge of telling my man ugly and now they love him. im jealous. 😡😡😡😡hahahaha

my man deserved all this attention from the number one moment on the screen. that chapter number 22 of the first season of kny. iwill never forget what I felt for SANEMIII as soon as I saw him. I love my man sm.

but, i appreciate that everyone sees his beauty. he deserves this popularity and much more.

he is everything and i love him. i think im lovesick for him.

rain is bad luck

pairing: sanemi x female reader

warnings: cursing, an almost anxiety attack, a lil blood/wounds, a lil angst

wc: 4.6k I’m so sorry

Sanemi isn’t very good at remembering that some people care and need his ass to come back alive from missions

Storms made you nervous.

You didn’t exactly succeed at getting used to the colder, harsher climate you were met with when you decided to leave the Okinawa prefecture to move to the mountains, ready as ever to begin your training to become a demon slayer. 

Considering everything you had lost, it was dumb for you to find yourself missing the sun or the sea so often. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel tense whenever rain fell as if an invisible hand hovering above decided to violently empty buckets on buckets of water.

Your dad used to say storms were bad luck and you always believed him. After all, everything you had lost, you had lost while it rained.

The hashira meeting ended on a hopeful note: Muichiro and Tengen had just returned from a successful mission and the demon slayer ranks seemed to have suffered less casualties in the previous months. Master Ubuyashiki was content and the pillars felt more motivated than ever, everything was fine. So why did the goddamn weather have to ruin it for you?

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i need more bakugo’s fanfics. im dying, i can't find any! I'VE ALREADY READ THEM ALL!

claramente, gracias a sanemi y a bakugo, descubrí mi tipo ideal en un hombre. un hombre que parece rudo, que no puedes hablarle o crees que podría asesinarte con la mirada. pero que cuando lo conoces, son todo lo contrario. sino que por dentro son una masita!!!! pequeños bebes hermosos que necesitan tu cariño y te tratan como si fueras de vidrio.

people; main character is the best

bnha fans in twitter;

Katsuki finds you eating alone.

Warnings: Katsuki aged up | NSFW themes

You sat outside on the stairs trying to let the cool breeze calm you. It had been a long day and sitting inside for lunch with the rest of school proved to be too overwhelming. Sitting alone in the peace and quiet was already helping you to settle down.

Sometimes you found it extremely hard to be sociable all day, and the rest of your class didn’t seem to have that problem. They were also terrible at picking up on your cues that you needed some downtime to recharge.

“What’s the matter with you?” You heard a voice say from behind. You turned around to see Katsuki a few steps above you.

“Nothing I’m fine," you said, turning back around.

“You’re not gonna eat?” He pressed further.

“I’m not hungry,” you said, just as your stomach growled.

“You’re a shitty liar. I’m not going to ask again what’s up with you?” He asked sternly.

“It’s just loud in there. I needed some time to myself,” you answered honestly.

“Hm- alright, well I’ll bring you some food back. You’re going to be a useless sparring partner if you’re hungry. What do you want?” He asked.

“You don’t have to do that-,” you began to answer but he cut you off.

“Save it- I know miso soup and salmon sashimi right? I’ll be right back.” He said, and walked back inside leaving you alone on the steps stunned.

Did Katsuki really pay attention to what you ate? Or did he just notice everyone’s usual order? You found yourself feeling completely bewildered at his kind gesture. It seemed so contradictory to his usual behavior.

“Here-," he said, returning to the steps and shoving a tray of food at you. He had his own tray and sat next to you. “I don’t feel like walking back inside again so I’m gonna eat here, is that a problem?” He asked.

“No it’s not… thank you,” you said, beginning to eat.

He did not answer but began to eat himself.

“So you know everyone’s order or something?” You asked, curiously.

“No. I just look at your tits a lot and your miso soup and salmon are always in the way,” he answered roughly.

You felt your face flush, “Wow ok- any gentleman points you earned from getting my food is gone now.” You laughed nervously.

“At least I’m honest,” he said, finishing up his food and standing up. “Alright enjoy the rest of your alone time,” he said and began to walk back up the stairs.

“Bakugo wait-," you called out before even thinking about what you wanted to say.

“What?” He asked annoyed, turning back around.

“Uh-,” you stammered. What the hell did you even want to say to him? Thank you? You had already said that. No, what you really wanted to say was a bit more than that. However, you found it hard to be as honest as he was with you. His intimidating stare pierced through you making you freeze up.

“Come on, out with it- I don’t have all day,” he said, looking increasingly frustrated.

“I- uh-,” you stuttered again. Fuck it just say it. “I look at you too,” you mumbled, then quickly looked away to hide your increasing blush caused by your confession.

“Oh?” He exclaimed, a devilish grin speeding across his face. He sat back down next to you this time unusually close. “When?” He asked, leaning slightly forward to catch your gaze.

“What?” You answered back, turning to meet his eyes fully.

“When do you look at me?” He asked, and the roughness in his voice caused you to shiver.

You let out a nervous laugh, all the time you thought.

“In the dorms, in the common room. It’s pretty criminal for you to be hanging out in there with just your muscle T-shirt and sweats.” You said, trying to sound confident but the shakiness of your voice gave away how nervous you were.

Katsuki’s smirk grew even larger, “And what do you think about when you look at me?” He asked.

“What-," you exclaimed, feeling your whole body tense up. What exactly was he asking you?

“Do you ever want to touch me?” He asked.

You felt your whole mouth dry out, no words could come even if you knew what to say. Your mouth left slightly agape in shock at his bold questions.

“Do you ever want to fuck me? That’s what I think about when I look at you. The way you get so riled up during training and sparring matches. I bet you're really wild when you let loose, aren't you?" He spoke so low nearly a whisper, his husky voice making him almost inaudible. But you hung on to every word he said. Your thighs squished tighter together as he continued to speak, in this low volume meant just for you.

"You know it was criminal how you took down Uraraka, the way you straddled her. The boys talked about that for a while in the dorms.” He spoke, then paused watching how you trembled at his words. Your thighs clenched together as you bit at your bottom lip, still having nothing to say for yourself.

“I’m sorry, was that too honest? Too much information for you? Did I just destroy some of your innocence?” He said laughing. Damn, he thought to himself, he hadn't even laid a finger on you but you already looked so hot and bothered.

“Never mind, if you want to talk more you know where to find me,” he said with a cocky smirk knowing he already had you. He ran a finger under your chin as he got up to leave, leaving you alone on the stairs to process what the hell happened.