Amethyst. (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

PART 1 - A Hero's New Chapter

A soft knock.

"Wakey wakey," Fuyumi sang quietly.

I didn't answer. I'd been awake for hours.

My body was still, but my mind hadn't stopped spiraling since the moment I opened my eyes—no, since long before that. Sleep hadn't come easy lately. Night patrols didn't help, but it wasn't exhaustion keeping me down this morning. It was everything else.

The door creaked open.

"Sleeping in today wouldn't make a good impression, Y/N."

I didn't move. Just listened to her soft steps as she crossed the room.

"Are you nervous?" she asked gently, sitting on the edge of my bed.

Her voice always sounded like sunlight through frost. Warm, but never burning. Fuyumi had this endless, quiet hope in her. A way of believing that things could be better—just because they had to be.

She meant well. She always had. She was the heart of this family, somehow still beating after everything.

But I was nothing like her.

She talked about feelings. I buried mine.

She reached out. I pulled away.

Still, she never stopped trying.

I stayed silent, eyes fixed on the ceiling. My thoughts were too loud for words. She didn't push. Instead, she stood, walked to the window, and pulled back the thick purple curtains. Morning light spilled into the room, soft and golden.

It didn't warm me. Not really.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," she said after a moment. "Just because Shoto might be."

I flinched. Barely. But she noticed. She always did when it came to him. Fuyumi had so much faith in us. In me. I wished I could return it.

She turned back to me, her expression unreadable for a second—then softened again. She stepped closer, placed her hand gently on my head. I closed my eyes. Just for a moment.

"You've already saved and inspired people, Y/N," she whispered. "Maybe... maybe you could do the same for Shoto. Even if it's just by being there. At school."

Her hand was warm. Her hope was louder than my doubts.

I sat up abruptly, heart skipping. "Fuyumi!"

She blinked at me, startled by the sudden shift in tone.

"I'm not a Pro-Hero anymore," I said, voice rising. "I can't wear my uniform—I don't even have normal clothes. What am I supposed to put on?!"

The words tumbled out in a mess of stress and disbelief. I'd faced villains. Fire. Blood. Nightmares. But somehow, this—standing in my childhood bedroom, worrying about clothes for school—made my pulse spike.

Fuyumi covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

"You can borrow something from me," she said gently, eyes still sparkling. "And if nothing fits, I'm sure Natsuo has a hoodie or two that doesn't smell too bad."

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. This couldn't be real.

And yet, it was.

She stepped aside, walking to the corner where a neatly folded UA uniform waited on a chair. "You won't need anything else today anyway," she added, her tone softer now. "I already laid everything out."

I stared at the uniform like it might bite me.

The fabric looked so... normal.

Too clean. Too polished. Like it belonged to someone else entirely.