Amethyst. (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

P R O L O G U E

A cold breeze cut across the rooftop, slipping under my jacket and raising goosebumps on my arms. I didn't flinch. Didn't move. Just kept my eyes on the giant screen lighting up the city skyline—

Still playing the same footage. The same failure. The USJ attack.

The chaos. The panic. The silence that followed.

And the Pro-Heroes who hadn't arrived in time.

Shoto was among the injured. And I hadn't been there.

I'd been stuck doing patrol. Smiling for cameras. Giving quotes for Endeavor's PR team while my little brother was fighting for his life.

A voice broke through the cold. "Why are you watching this, PD?"

I didn't need to turn around. That voice—usually laced with cocky confidence—sounded softer tonight. Calmer. Almost careful.

I inhaled sharply, the air burning in my lungs. "PD?" I repeated, my gaze still locked on the screen.

A faint shift beside me. Then: "Purple Dove, obviously."

I rolled my eyes, lips twitching against my will.

Hawks never missed a chance to amuse himself—even when he probably should.

Hawks—Pro Hero No. 3—settled beside me with his usual ease, wings folded, grin intact. He didn't say much at first. Just let the silence sit between us like something alive. Heavy. Familiar.

"You know it's not your fault," he said eventually, voice low.

I gave a dry laugh. "Sure. I was just out there playing PR princess while my brother bled in a villain's playground."

"You think I was on some top-secret mission?" he asked. "I wasn't. I just wasn't fast enough."

"Comforting."

He didn't argue.

That was the thing about Hawks—he could talk circles around anyone, but when it mattered, he listened. No pressure. No judgment. Just presence.

Maybe that's why I trusted him more than most. Why I let him in, even when I kept everyone else out.

He bumped his shoulder lightly against mine. "You'll surpass All Might someday, Dove. But first... school."

I groaned. "Right. Because nothing says 'normal life' like enrolling in a hero academy after already working in the field for two years."

"It's cute that you think you're exempt," he teased, stretching his arms. "But rules are rules—even for the youngest Pro-Hero in Japan."

I didn't answer. My eyes drifted back to the footage. The same loops. The same headlines. UA Attacked. Pro-Hero Response Delayed.

It didn't matter that I had a license. That I'd earned it in the field, not behind a desk. None of it mattered anymore.

I exhaled hard—and shoved him off the roof.

He didn't resist. Just laughed as he dropped like a stone into the night.

"Dumbass," I muttered, peering over the edge, steam curling off my fingertips. My Quirk flared with instinct, amethyst frost spreading across the concrete.

Just as I was about to launch after him—wings sliced through the dark.

He soared up with effortless speed, grabbed my wrist mid-air, and grinned like the idiot he was.

"Trying to save me or freeze me, Dove?"

"Both."

"Romantic," he winked, tugging me closer. "Now let's get you home. You don't want to be late for your first day at U.A."