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

Chapter Thirteen

"Alright, your next match is against Hanta Sero."

"Did you just say Sero?!" Kirishima snaps his head towards Y/N, his eyes widening.

The girl nods, "Yeah, why?" She leans down to pick up some boxing tape, grabbing Katsuki's hands and roughly wrapping it around his knuckles.

"We know the fucker." Katsuki says, tilting his head down to face Y/N. His blonde hair tickles her forehead as he watches her wrap his hands.

"Really? You guys friends?"

"Hell yeah! Well, Bakubro might not admit it but we're all friends. He told me he got into boxing but I didn't think he meant competitively!" Kirishima crouches leaning his head on his hand, his red hair flopping when he does.

"Tch, we ain't friends." Katsuki sneers, handing Y/N his other hand for her to wrap.

"Told you."

Y/N chuckles, tracing the lines on the palm of his hand. Katsuki's cheeks turn a tinted pink at the feeling of her soft fingers playing with his calloused hands. "Oi, quit it." He pulls his hand away from hers, placing his fingers on her cheek and pulling it.

"CHILL DAMN!" Y/N slaps his hand away from her face, rubbing her now sore cheek. "Don't punish me because your ass is embarrassed."

"I WASNT FUCKING EMBARRASSED!"

"Whatever you say Suki."

Y/N gently pushes Katsuki's face away from hers, walking over to grab the clipboard that was hanging on the side of the wall. "Today we're going to be doing strength training."

"Sounds like fun Bakubro!"

"Fuck off."

Y/N and Kirishima look at each other softly chuckling.

"First off we're going to begin with three sets of twenty crunches. Afterwards I want you to do five sets of ten planks and leg lifts. Then we're going to start working on transferring your strength into a punch." Y/N explains, pacing across the hardwood floor of the gym.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, bending and stretching his leg behind his back. "I already know how to do that shit."

"I know. But you can become more powerful if you use certain techniques. For now just focus on the warm up exercises."

Timeskip

"Good work Katsuki. Get some water."

Katsuki huffs, dragging his feet. He breathes heavily, reaching down to grab a cool bottle of water. After he'd had his full he lifts his obsidian colored tank top to wipe his dripping forehead. His abs glistening from the sweat rolling down into his shorts.

"Damn." Y/N whispers, biting her lip from the display.

Katsuki cocks his head towards her, his lips quirked up in a seductive smirk, "Like what you see, Princess?" He drops the bottom of his tee shirt down, the fabric completely covering the wonder that was his abs. He strides towards her, the smirk still plastered on his face. He reaches down, placing a finger on the bottom of her chin, tilting her head towards his lips.

"And what if I do Suki?" Y/N licks her plump chapped lips, her brown eyes staring directly into his. Katsuki doesn't answer the question, instead he tilts his head down to briefly rest his lips on hers. As quickly as his soft lips made contact with hers they disappeared. His eyes quickly darting over to Kirishimas frame, sighing in relief when he sees him on his phone.

Y/N smiles, affectionately patting his cheek, "Dont want him to know you soft huh?"

"Fuck off."

Timeskip

"Good work today Katsuki." Y/N claps him on his toned shoulder, cheeks heating at the way it flexes from her touch.

"Yeah." Katsuki replies, making his way to the trash, throwing away his now empty water bottle.

"Catch you later Bakubro!" Kirishima waves a hand, placing the other on the door handle. "You too babycakes."

"Where the hell are you going?" Katsuki asks, walking over to Y/N and throwing an arm around her shoulders.

"I've got a date!" He says cheerfully, wiggling his body in excitement.

"Oh? So you're cheating on me? I see how it is." Y/N playfully turns her head, pouting her bottom lip.

Katsuki snaps his head towards her form, angrily quirking an eyebrow at the statement, "What the hell Y/N?"

"Sorry babycakes. Bakugou got to you before I could." Kirishima winks, pushing the door open and walking outside towards his car.

"The hell was that?"

Y/N giggles, placing a hand on his cheek and bringing his lips to hers, "Calm down Suki, I was joking."

"Fucking better have. Didn't want to skin shitty hair alive." He mumbles against her lips, kissing them repeatedly.

"So aggressive." Y/N removes his arm from her shoulders, leaning down to grab her black sport's backpack.

"You fucking love it, Princess."

Authors note: yeah the ending was rushed but here y'all go, I hope u guys liked it. Thanks for reading 💗.