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⋆♱✮♱⋆ Y/N stood in the underground training base, the dim light reflecting off the cold steel walls. They had been down here for hours, pushing their body to the limit—focusing on strength, endurance, and maintaining the combat form that Deadpool required. Sweat dripped down their forehead as they executed a series of quick strikes against a training dummy, each one more forceful than the last.
A timer on the wall beeped, signaling the end of the current session. Y/N took a deep breath, rolling their shoulders to release the tension that had built up. They walked over to a nearby table where their Deadpool suits were neatly laid out—each suit meticulously maintained for missions, every weapon sharp and ready for action.
The base was Y/N's sanctuary. A place where they could be Deadpool without needing to worry about the prying eyes of their classmates. No one knew about it—except Principal Nezu, and maybe Wolverine—but that's how they wanted it. As much as Y/N liked the Bakusquad, there were parts of this double life that had to remain hidden.
Unbeknownst to Y/N, however, a certain spiky-haired hothead had just stumbled upon their most guarded secret.
Bakugo's Perspective
Bakugo had been suspicious ever since he caught Nezu sneaking around the school grounds. The small, squirrel-like principal was smart, but far from subtle—especially when he thought no one was watching. Bakugo had followed him out of sheer curiosity, keeping a safe distance as Nezu slipped into a hidden entrance below U.A., disappearing into the underground.
Curiosity quickly turned to disbelief as Bakugo found the entrance unlocked after Nezu left. He hesitated for only a moment before deciding to follow. What the hell was Nezu hiding down here?
The deeper Bakugo ventured into the base, the more he realized something wasn't right. This wasn't just some random hideout—it was a full-blown underground training facility. Equipment lined the walls, weapons on racks, and in the distance, he could hear the sound of someone moving. He kept his footsteps light, trying not to alert whoever it was.
His eyes narrowed when he recognized the figure in the middle of the room.
Y/N.
But this wasn't the usual Y/N. This was something different—something Bakugo had only seen on TV or during missions.
The realization hit Bakugo like a punch to the gut. Y/N was Deadpool.
His brain scrambled to process the information. Y/N? Deadpool? He always thought Deadpool was just some random vigilante—someone who wasn't a licensed hero but still helped out when the situation called for it. He'd secretly admired Deadpool's approach, especially the whole 'doing things their own way' while cracking jokes. But now...Y/N was Deadpool?
