Promise Me The Undoable [ Bakugo x Female Reader ] 🍋 Inspired By Nicole

Sparks

Sparks

The next day, Y/N L/N strolled into class with her usual confident swagger, her blue eyes scanning the room as she tucked a braid of her red and black hair behind her ear. The first thing she noticed was Bakugo sitting in his usual spot, brooding as always. She couldn’t help but smirk. Ever since that quirk test, where she had almost matched him, she knew she had gotten under his skin.

“All right, class!” All Might’s booming voice snapped her out of her thoughts. He stood at the front of the room, larger than life. “Starting today, I will be one of your teachers here at UA! We’ll be doing some hero training exercises, so be prepared to work hard.”

Excitement buzzed through the classroom, but Bakugo only seemed more pissed off, still stewing over his loss to Midoriya the previous day. Y/N watched him out of the corner of her eye, amused by the ticking time bomb that was Bakugo’s temper. She leaned back in her chair, fully expecting some fireworks later.

As All Might continued explaining their upcoming exercises, Aizawa—still as scruffy and uninterested as ever—stepped forward. “Everyone, get your hero costumes and meet outside. We’ll be doing some combat training today. Same groups as before.”

Y/N perked up at that. Combat training, huh? She was ready to show off again.

Time Skip

Outside on the training field, the groups were once again assembled. Y/N stretched her arms as she looked over at Bakugo, who was glaring daggers at Midoriya. His loss to Deku still stung, and everyone could feel the tension between them.

But Y/N wasn’t interested in their drama. She had her own battle to focus on. Momo Yaoyorozu stood across from her, her quirk *Creation* ready to bring out anything she needed. Y/N grinned, already thinking up ways to toy with her.

The match started, and Momo immediately began creating shields and weapons to defend herself. But Y/N had other plans. With a quick activation of her *Prime Time* quirk, she paused the moment for just long enough to sketch out a giant beast on her notepad. As the world resumed its flow, her drawing leapt off the page, charging toward Momo with full force.

Momo’s eyes widened as she quickly created a large cannon to counter Y/N’s creature, but Y/N was already a step ahead. She dashed forward, closing the gap while Momo was distracted by her creation. Before Momo could react, Y/N had her pinned down with a sly grin on her face.

“Looks like I win,” Y/N teased, tapping Momo lightly on the forehead as the timer ran out.

The other students watched in surprise as the score was announced. Y/N had won, and it seemed like nothing could shake her confidence.

Time Skip

Later, as they regrouped, Y/N caught Bakugo’s eye. His frustration was palpable, still fuming from his loss to Deku and now having to watch Y/N win. She couldn’t resist.

“You mad, Bakugo?” she teased, sauntering over to him with a wicked grin. “That’s twice in two days you’ve been knocked down a peg. You might wanna step it up before someone else takes the top spot.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugo growled, glaring at her. “I’ll destroy anyone who gets in my way, including you.”

Y/N only laughed, clearly unfazed. She leaned in close, just enough to make him uncomfortable. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that, *Boom Boom Boy*.”

Bakugo’s face twitched, and before she knew it, he lunged forward, grabbing her arm. But in his haste to grab her, Y/N tripped on her own foot, and the next thing she knew, she was falling backward—dragging Bakugo down with her.

*Thud.*

They hit the ground hard, but the real shock came when Bakugo’s face landed right in her chest. For a moment, everything went still as Bakugo realized what had happened, his face heating up faster than one of his explosions.

“Fuck!” Bakugo cursed, pushing himself off as fast as possible, his face bright red. But Y/N? She just stood up like nothing happened.

Without missing a beat, Y/N winked at him, sticking out her tongue playfully. “Well, well, *Boom Boom Boy*, didn’t think you’d get all up close and personal so soon,” she teased with a grin, brushing the dust off her hero costume.

Bakugo’s eyes widened in horror and embarrassment. “Shut up, you—!”

But before he could finish, Y/N was already running off toward the others, leaving him standing there—flustered, hard, and as red as a tomato. He clenched his fists, trying to regain his composure, but it was clear that Y/N had rattled him.

As she jogged to rejoin the class, she threw a glance over her shoulder at Bakugo, who was still standing there, fuming. She blew him a quick kiss, watching with satisfaction as his face turned even redder.

*Gotcha*, she thought with a smirk, ready for whatever the next training session would bring.