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

Accidental Consequences

Accidental Consequences

The morning light streamed through the curtains, and Y/N stirred groggily, her head pounding slightly from the night before. Memories of Mina’s mysterious drink and her teasing remarks to Bakugo played on repeat in her mind. She groaned, her cheeks flushing when she recalled the embarrassing words that had slipped out. 

"*I wanna join you...*" 

Y/N slapped a hand over her face, wishing she could disappear. How had she even managed to say that with a straight face? 

A sharp knock on her door interrupted her spiraling thoughts. 

"Get up already," came Bakugo’s gruff voice, muffled through the wood. 

Y/N flinched. *Oh no.* She slowly got out of bed, dreading the inevitable confrontation. Opening the door, she was met with Bakugo’s usual scowl, though his gaze lingered on her face for a moment longer than usual. 

"You look like hell," he muttered, crossing his arms. 

"Good morning to you too," Y/N replied dryly. 

"Don't ‘good morning’ me. We're sparring, and you're not skipping out," he snapped, though his tone was more bark than bite. 

As Y/N followed him toward the training room, her stomach churned. She had no idea if Bakugo even remembered her drunken confession—or worse, if he *did* and was just waiting to bring it up. 

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The training session started awkwardly. Y/N struggled to focus, her movements slower than usual thanks to her hangover. Bakugo was relentless, barking at her to move faster, dodge quicker, and stop being lazy. 

"You're dragging ass," he growled, lunging toward her with an explosive feint. 

"Maybe because someone *drags me out of bed* when I’m barely awake," she shot back, narrowly avoiding his attack. 

"Excuses," he snarled, closing the gap between them with a sudden burst of speed. He reached out to grapple her, but as he grabbed for her arm, his hand slipped—and landed squarely on her chest. 

Both of them froze. 

Bakugo’s face turned scarlet, his eyes wide as he immediately yanked his hand away like he’d been burned. 

"I—dammit, I didn’t—" he started, his voice faltering. 

Y/N blinked, the initial shock giving way to a mischievous grin. "Oh my God, Bakugo, did you just cop a feel?" 

"Shut up!" he barked, his voice higher-pitched than usual. His face burned red, and he turned away, refusing to meet her gaze. 

Y/N couldn't help but giggle, crossing her arms as she leaned in slightly. "You’re *really* bad at hiding when you're embarrassed, you know that?" 

"I said shut up!" he growled, glaring at her over his shoulder. His usual explosive demeanor was betrayed by the faint pink still dusting his cheeks. 

"Relax," she teased, her grin turning sly. "This doesn’t have to be awkward. It’s not like you were doing... you know, what I said last night." 

Bakugo stiffened, his eyes widening before narrowing dangerously. "You *remember* that?" 

Y/N’s smirk grew. "Oh, I remember everything. Including the part where I offered to join you." 

"Don’t start with me," he muttered, his voice low and almost pleading. 

She stepped closer, enjoying the rare opportunity to see him squirm. "You didn’t say no, though." 

"I—!" Bakugo turned sharply, his hands clenched into fists as he glared at her. "You're an idiot!" 

"Maybe," Y/N admitted, laughing. "But I’m your idiot." 

Bakugo groaned, rubbing a hand over his face as he muttered something under his breath about her being a "pain in the ass." Still, she didn’t miss the faint smile tugging at his lips as he turned to leave. 

"We’re done for today," he called over his shoulder. "Don’t make me regret putting up with you." 

As Y/N watched him walk away, her laughter echoed in the empty training room. If there was one thing she knew, it was that Bakugo wouldn’t forget this moment anytime soon—and neither would she.