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

Tension in the Dark

Tension in the Dark

The theater was quiet, save for the soft hum of the movie’s soundtrack and the occasional crunch of popcorn. The lights had dimmed, and the screen flickered to life, showing a fast-paced action scene. Bakugo sat next to you, his body rigid with the intensity of the film. He’d insisted on picking the movie, and while it was entertaining, he couldn't focus on it the way he wanted to.

You, on the other hand, were enjoying it. Every now and then, you’d sneak a glance at him, watching his reactions more than the screen. Bakugo had always been a bit of an enigma—full of explosive energy on the outside, but here, sitting beside you, his restlessness was almost palpable.

A sudden, loud explosion on the screen startled you, making you jump slightly in your seat. But the most noticeable thing was Bakugo’s sudden, sharp intake of breath.

You turned to look at him, wondering what had gotten him so worked up. His gaze was locked on the screen, but his jaw was clenched tight, his knuckles white around the armrest. You frowned, sensing something wasn’t quite right.

"Are you okay?" you whispered, leaning closer to him.

Bakugo’s eyes flickered over to you, a moment of vulnerability passing through them before his usual scowl returned. "Tch, I’m fine."

But there was an unmistakable tension in his posture now. He wasn’t just watching the movie anymore—he was... *feeling* it. Every explosion, every fight scene seemed to set something off inside him. And when the camera zoomed in on a particularly intense moment, his breath hitched audibly.

His leg brushed against yours, and for a second, you froze. A wave of heat spread through your body, making you glance over at him again. His eyes were still glued to the screen, but his hand, which had been resting on the armrest between you two, twitched as though it wanted to reach for something. Or *someone*.

You couldn’t help but notice the sudden shift in the air between you, the strange, electric tension that wasn’t coming from the movie at all. Bakugo had always been intense, but this was different. The way his muscles were coiled under his hoodie, the way his breathing had become heavier—it wasn’t from excitement or adrenaline.

Something was building inside of him, something you weren’t quite sure how to handle. You shifted in your seat, trying to focus back on the movie, but all you could think about was him. His hand was just a few inches away from yours now, and you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at it, wondering if he was about to grab it.

But then, the movie took a turn for the worse—another character appeared, a beautiful woman with a confident smile and a tight outfit. Bakugo’s breath hitched again, but this time it wasn’t from the action. You caught the slight flicker of irritation on his face, the way his eyes narrowed.

You felt a sudden, mischievous spark in you. Leaning closer, you whispered in his ear, your breath sending a shiver down his spine. "Jealous?"

Bakugo stiffened, clearly caught off guard. He turned to face you, his usual fiery scowl twisting with something darker. "What the hell are you talking about, nerd?" His voice was low and strained, the tension between you both thickening in the darkness of the theater.

But you could see it—his eyes were full of something you hadn’t expected. Desire. Frustration. That deep, simmering energy that he never seemed to know how to control.

You leaned back in your seat, the teasing grin on your lips turning into something more intimate. "You're not very good at hiding it."

Bakugo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly flustered, but his eyes never left you. There was something dangerous in the way he was looking at you now. Something raw. The tension was almost unbearable, and with every passing second, you could feel his self-restraint slipping away.

He suddenly slammed his fist into the armrest, making you jump in surprise. “I’m not *jealous*!” he growled, but his voice had a rough edge to it.

You couldn’t help but laugh, a small, soft sound that only seemed to make things worse. “Okay, okay, I get it. But maybe it’s a good thing,” you teased, brushing your fingers against his, just enough to make his breath hitch.

Bakugo’s body went rigid for a moment, before he quickly turned away, his face flushed but his eyes wild. “Cut it out, you brat,” he muttered, but there was no real heat in his words.

Your heart raced as you looked at him, the very air between you two crackling with unspoken desire. You could tell he was trying his best to ignore it—to focus on the movie, to pretend he wasn’t *feeling* what was clearly consuming him. But it was no use.

Bakugo was only human.

And as the movie progressed, neither of you could shake the tension that had built up, neither of you able to focus on anything other than each other.