Amethyst. (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

PART 1 - A Hero's New Chapter

I heard a soft knock, followed by a cheerful "Wakey wakey," and immediately recognized the voice of my older sister, Fuyumi. Despite having been awake for hours, my mind was still clouded with swirling thoughts, and the night patrols certainly didn't help me get enough sleep.

I wasn't in the mood to match Fuyumi's chipper energy this morning. I lay there silently, listening as she cautiously peeked her head through my bedroom door to check if I had heard her. "Sleeping in today wouldn't make a good impression, Y/N," she said softly as she stepped into the room and noticed that I was already awake.

"Nervous?" she asked, sitting down beside me on the bed, her smile as gentle as ever.

I knew Fuyumi only had good intentions. She was a light in this house, and I was convinced she had never had a malicious thought in her life. At least, she never showed any outward sign of anger or bad moods. Fuyumi was the heart of our family, always there to try and keep us together. But despite her warmth, I could never bring myself to engage in deep conversations with her. She was everything I wasn't: open, optimistic, and always willing to talk about her feelings.

I lay still, silent as usual, my mind too heavy to find the words. Fuyumi sensed my mood and chose not to press further. She stood, walking over to the heavy purple curtains hanging by the window, and pulled them open. Soft morning light spilled into the room, casting a warm glow that did little to lift the weight I felt pressing on me.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, just because Shoto might be," Fuyumi said, her voice soft and understanding, with that same trace of concern she always had whenever Shoto's name was mentioned.

Her words made my heart sink a little, but I appreciated the sentiment. Fuyumi had always been the anchor of our family, the one who kept us from completely falling apart when chaos loomed. She had this ability to see the good in everyone, even when the rest of us couldn't see it in ourselves.

I glanced at her, and she gave me a small, knowing smile. There was a quiet pause, and I could see her hesitation. She wanted to say more but was wary of the delicate nature of the relationship between Shoto and me. Everyone knew it was a sensitive subject in the family, especially with our father constantly fanning the flames of rivalry between us.

Still, Fuyumi stepped closer and gently placed her hand on my head. Her touch was soft, reassuring. "You've saved and inspired so many people, Y/N. Maybe you could do the same for Shoto if you spend more time together—" she hesitated briefly, searching for the right words, "even if it's just starting with going to school together."

I felt the warmth of her hand, and for a moment, I let myself lean into it. Her words, as always, were filled with care and concern. She had so much hope for us—for Shoto and me—hope that things could get better. I wasn't sure I shared that hope. Still, I couldn't

help but think about what she said. Perhaps going to UA would give me a chance to get closer to Shoto, even if the idea of trying again made me anxious.

"Thank you," I murmured, forcing a faint smile onto my face. Fuyumi returned it, but her expression shifted slightly when she noticed something in my eyes, a sudden realization dawning on me.

"Fuyumi!" I exclaimed, panic creeping into my voice as I hurriedly sat up. "I'm not a Pro-Hero anymore—I can't put on my uniform... I don't have any clothes!" My voice trailed off in frustration.

Fuyumi tried to suppress a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. "You can borrow some of my clothes," she said, amusement clear in her voice. "And if you don't like them, I'm sure Natsuo can help," she added with a grin.

Despite the ridiculousness of my outburst, I still felt uneasy. The thought of starting school again, after having been a Pro-Hero, felt strange and unsettling.