||Katsuki Bakugou X Reader||

*.~part 1~.*

-(y/n)'s POV-

Grass tickled my legs and a little giggle escaped my lips as I sat peacefully on the field behind the park, I peeled my eyes off the ground and looked at the sunset, it looked as if fresh colours were brushed upon an artists canvas, as if those rays of light were destined to create an eye catching work of art.                                                                                                                                                                             

I tugged on the hem of my shirt pulling it over my knees, that were pushed up against my chest, before I took a fist full of grass in my hands. I let the blades rest in between my fingers lifelessly and slowly ripped it off the ground's surface examining the bunch of once living organisms.                                                                                                                                                                              

My ears shot up at the sounds of soft feet coming from behind me, leaving my head exposed to the sharp air, I brushed the grass off my hands, noticing the green stains that now laid upon them. Quickly looking behind me to see it was my brother with his hands on hips looking down on me.

"(y/n) you know if you keep ripping the grass up there isn't going to be any left for the animals to eat!" he laughed " And be careful or the grass or you will stain your shorts".

He walked up to me and placed his hand softly on top of my head, and crouched down to my size, ruffling my hair.

My brother was 8 years older than me ,making him 16, his dream now was to be an engineer creating support items for pro hero's, he doesn't have a quirk so he wanted to do his best to contribute to society and make handling quirks easier. He first wanted to be a hero, but when his aspirations were crushed at the young age of 4, he decided to help other achieve their dreams because he didn't want anyone to feel the defeat he felt when he couldn't become a hero.

He was tall and had a bit of muscle, due to him taking part in martial arts classes, he also had shaggy black hair (it kind of looked like a birds nest) ,huge emerald eyes and under them laid eye bags because of the mass of studying he does and a lot of freckles . Just like our family he was obsessed with piercings, he had snake bites, his eyebrow pierced and his septum, all with black jewellery . Of course he was very popular, no surprise in that, he was trust-worthy and supportive to everyone he came by, always happy and never breaking his smile even in the worst of situations.

As of recently he has been helping me with basic fighting moves to distract me from school and as a form of self defence. I really appreciate his presence because without him I would be helpless. My mum couldn't even help me because she was always so busy with work. I was also a slow learner, never having motivation for homework, it was just stupid pieces of paper, but he helped me to achieve exceptional scores in all my subjects. He was a person who wanted nothing more than to help those in trouble, especially me.

I could tell he was sometimes jealous of my quirk , I felt bad, he deserved to have a quirk and be an excellent hero, he had all the aspects but never stood a chance in a fight with a villain, the only thing he could really do was kick and punch which wouldn't be effective towards a quirk for a long period of time. He was strong in other ways and it gave me motivation to push and be the hero he wanted to be, he was my idol, the one I wanted be like!

"Come on (y/n) stop zoning out, we still need to get your attacks right, you're being sloppy!" he explained. I was exhausted, it was 7pm and I hadn't eaten in a while. I was starving. I had a really big appetite, using my quirk for a long time also made me extremely hungry. I wasn't the skinniest at my age, it made me a victim to bullying, I acted as if it didn't matter and tried to erase how it made me feel most of the time.