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

The Spark Between Us

The Spark Between Us

The evening air was crisp, and the common room was unusually quiet. Most of the class had retired early after a long day of training, leaving Y/N and Bakugo alone together for the first time since their awkward encounter in the training room. 

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping idly through her phone. Bakugo was perched on the armrest at the other end, arms crossed and staring at the muted television. His usual fiery energy seemed more subdued tonight, though the occasional flick of his eyes in her direction didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Is there something on your mind, Katsuki?” Y/N asked teasingly, setting her phone down. 

“Tch, like what?” he shot back, his tone defensive. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, leaning forward with a grin. “Maybe how you’ve been avoiding me since this morning?” 

Bakugo tensed, glaring at her. “I’m not avoiding you, dumbass.” 

“Sure, sure.” Y/N leaned back against the couch, her smirk widening. “You’re just suddenly very interested in watching a blank TV screen, huh?” 

Bakugo’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, it looked like he was about to explode. Instead, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You’re annoying, you know that?” 

“Yep,” she replied cheerfully, unbothered by his irritation. “And yet, here you are, spending your evening with me.” 

His eyes narrowed. “Like I had a choice. If I leave you alone, you’ll probably get yourself into more stupid situations.” 

Y/N gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me! I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” 

“Like hell you are,” he muttered, standing abruptly. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, leaving Y/N to watch him with a mix of amusement and curiosity. 

When he returned, he stood in front of her, towering over her seated position. His intense gaze locked on hers, and for a moment, the air between them felt heavy, charged with an unspoken tension. 

“Y/N,” he said, his voice lower, rougher than usual. 

“Yeah?” she replied softly, her teasing demeanor faltering under the weight of his gaze. 

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” 

She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, Bakugo leaned down, his hands gripping the back of the couch on either side of her. He was close—too close—his face inches from hers. Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart racing as she met his crimson eyes. 

“I’ve been putting up with your crap all day,” he muttered, his voice a low growl. “You keep pushing me, teasing me, and you don’t even realize what you’re doing, do you?” 

Y/N swallowed hard, her cheeks heating up. “What… what am I doing?” 

Bakugo smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that cocky, infuriatingly attractive way of his. “You’re playing with fire, princess.” 

Her breath caught at the nickname, her eyes widening as his words sank in. “And what happens if I get burned?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

For a moment, Bakugo didn’t reply. His gaze flickered down to her lips, lingering there for a heartbeat before he pulled back, straightening up. 

“Then you’ll get pregnant,” he said, his tone back to its usual gruffness, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him. “Now get up. I’m not babysitting you all night.” 

Y/N exhaled shakily, trying to compose herself as she stood. “You’re such a perv, you know that?” she said, attempting to regain her composure. 

“Tch. Whatever,” Bakugo muttered, grabbing his water and heading toward the stairs. 

As he disappeared down the hall, Y/N sank back onto the couch, a small, flustered smile tugging at her lips. If nothing else, tonight had made one thing very clear: she wasn’t the only one affected by the spark between them.