Amethyst. (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

PART 2 - Icy Words and Fiery Tempers

The sun hit the pavement too hard.

U.A. stood ahead, golden and impressive under the morning sky. Students laughed in little clusters, some already half in costume. Everything felt... loud.

Too alive.

I stepped off the bus and took a breath that didn't help.

Before I could process anything, someone bumped into me—shoulder sharp, deliberate.

Shoto.

"Watch where you're going," he said flatly, not even looking at me. His voice was cold—measured, but sharp enough to cut. "Don't get in my way," he added, just low enough for only me to hear. "And don't talk to me. I'm not here to play happy family."

The hit didn't land on skin. It hit somewhere deeper.

I blinked at him. The words stung more than they should've. But that was Shoto—distance was his armor. Ice wasn't just a Quirk for him. It was survival.

Still... hearing it out loud?

I grit my teeth. "Fine," I snapped, louder than intended. "I'm not here to impress you. You can pretend I don't exist, if that makes it easier. I'm not waiting around for your approval."

For the briefest moment, something flickered in his eyes. Surprise, maybe. Or guilt.

Then it vanished.

"Just get out of my way," he muttered again, walking off without a glance back.

I stood frozen, pulse loud in my ears. The courtyard was suddenly too still. Too many eyes.

Perfect.

Someone stared at me. Hard.

I turned my head just enough to meet a pair of crimson eyes and a scowl that could've ignited concrete.

"What?" I snapped, instantly annoyed.

The guy didn't flinch. He looked like an explosion stuffed into a uniform—spiky blond hair, clenched fists, and enough anger in his stare to burn a hole through me.

"The hell did you just mutter, you damn extra?"

Extra? I blinked.

"You got a death wish or something?" he growled, stepping forward, sparks starting to flicker from his palm.

His Quirk lit the air with that faint scent of something burnt. His whole stance screamed try me.

I didn't back down. "And you think barking at strangers makes you look like a hero?" I tilted my head. "Cute."

He bristled, like a dog who'd just been kicked. His hands twitched—light cracking louder now.

This guy wasn't bluffing. But neither was I.

Before either of us could take another breath—

"Young Todoroki," a familiar voice rang out, calm but commanding.

I turned. All Might.

He wasn't in hero form. No cape. No muscles. Just a suit and a quiet presence that somehow pulled every pair of eyes toward him.

He stepped between us without even trying to be intimidating. The guy's sparks vanished instantly.

"Making friends already?" All Might asked, eyes on me with a knowing smile.

I exhaled slowly, letting the tension fall from my shoulders as blond boy clicked his tongue and stalked off, muttering something like whatever under his breath.