In The Ring(Bakugou Katsuki x fem! POC Reader)

Chapter Three

"Alright, your next opponent is Hitoshi Shinso. You have two weeks until the match."

Kirishima leans his body against the wall, placing his red sneaker on the bland beige paint. His eyes trail a piece of paper which lays in his right hand, on this paper contains information about Bakugous future opponent. Y/N takes the paper from him, scanning over the words while flickering her gaze to Bakugou.

Bakugou was currently stretching, his legs spread apart and arms on each side of his knees, pushing them outwards. His black tank top strains against his bulging muscles as he continues to stretch his legs.

"Today we'll focus on stamina. It says here that Shinso is very agile and quick on his feet, but his punches hold less power than the average boxer." Y/N states, walking towards Bakugou with a focused gaze.

"Your key to win this match is to overpower him, if he tires you out it's over."

"Tch, don't fucking doubt me." Bakugou raises from his position, lifting a tensed arm over his head. Y/N sighs, hoisting up a brown hand and resting it on his clenched abs.

"I'm not doubting you, but there's some shit we have to work on. So let's get to practicing."

Bakugou leans down, picking up a roll of boxing tape and beginning to wrap it around his hands. He tilts his head in curiosity, watching as Y/N takes out a pen and starts to scribble on the sheet of paper in front of her.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Writing down you training regimen."

Bakugou finishes wrapping his hands, curling his fingers to slightly loosen the tape. He places a hand on his shoulders rolling them while beginning to lightly bounce on his feet. He starts to jog in place, keeping his gaze focused on Y/N. He notices how she bites her lip in concentration, her coils falling in her face as she tilts her head. She raises a brown hand to brush them behind her ear, huffing in frustration. She then averts his eyes to look at Bakugou, only to catch him staring at her with slight interest.

"First you're gonna start with jumping rope for about 15 minutes straight, no breaks in between or you start over. Then I want you to lightly job in place for about 10 minutes before jogging around the gym for 15. Today is about stamina, so we're not going to be boxing per se, more like cardio." Y/N continues to explain the regime, acting out some of the exercises as an example.

Bakugou nods in response, jogging over to grab a jump rope. He begins to swing the rope around his body, his feet bouncing over the rope when it hits the ground.

"I don't want to hear your feet when you jump! You have to be light on your feet, in order to do that you have to be on the balls of your feet not your heels." Y/N walks around surveying Bakugou as he continues to jump rope. He barely makes a sound when his feet make contact with the floor making Y/N nod in acceptance.

She walks over to Kirishima, leaning on the wall next to him, still keeping her eyes focused on Bakugous movements.

"You really know what your doing huh?" Kirishima pivots his eyes to look down at Y/N. She nods, crossing her arms.

"Yeah. He's good all on his own, but with correct training he'll be fucking unstoppable."

A loud ring interrupts their conversation, making Y/N's head shift down to her phone. She shuts off the timer, pushing off of the wall and making her way back to Bakugou.

"Start jogging."

Timeskip

Bakugou breathes deeply, rolling his head around his shoulders. He leans down and grabs a cold bottle of water, quickly downing it to cool off his burning body. Y/N grabs a white hand towel, tossing it to him.

"You did good today Bakugou." She utters, placing various things in her dark purple purse. Bakugou nods, catching the hand towel and setting it around his neck, wiping the sweat off of him.

"Yeah whatever shitty woman."

Bakugou turns around, tossing the now empty water bottle in the trash. He grabs his navy blue boxing bag and tosses it over his shoulder, making his way into the locker rooms. Kirishima chases after him, waving at the brown skinned woman.

"Same time tomorrow right?"

"Yeah, see you then Y/N!"

Y/N exits the gym, making her way to her car. She drags her feet on the gravel, sighing while rubbing her neck. She digs through her purse, huffing before finally finding her keys. She then opens her car door, throwing her purple purse in the backseat, plopping on the seat.

Shutting the door she inserts the keys into the ignition, feeling the car rumble to a start. She places her hands on the steering wheel and begins to drive off. A ringing sound echos throughout the car making her jump in surprise. She looks at her phone before exhaling in annoyance, raising a finger she presses the answer icon and speaks.

"The fuck do you want Dabi?"