Fractures Of Light
Y/N transfers into Class 1-A as UA's special healing student, hiding a dangerous quirk that slowly crystalizes her body every time she uses it. Between chaotic dorm life, training, and endless arguments with Bakugo Katsuki, she starts finding a place she can finally call home. But healing people has always had a price. And some lives cost more than others. You can find the series on wattpad as well. @GhostOfRemus on wattpad.
pairing. Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
content. fem!reader, angst, friends to lovers.
word count: 2.7k
A/N I'm back with a x reader series, hope you guys will enjoy.
Chapter III.
First Person POV (y/n)
After I was seated between a boy named Aoyama and a girl with pink skin named Mina, the atmosphere of the classroom gradually shifted from its initial sharp curiosity into something looser, though not necessarily calmer. It felt like a group of people who were trying to pretend they were not all subtly aware of the same thing at once, which in this case was me. I kept my posture steady and composed, hands resting neatly over my bag in my lap, while I could still feel glances drifting in my direction from different corners of the room. Some were open and curious, some were more discreet, but all of them carried the same underlying question that no one had spoken out loud yet.
Aoyama, sitting on my other side, offered me a smile that was almost theatrical in its precision, like he had practiced it in a mirror and decided it deserved to be used at the exact right moment. Mina, on the other hand, had no sense of timing or restraint in the best way possible. She leaned slightly closer within seconds of me sitting down, her entire presence bright and energetic in a way that felt impossible to ignore, as if she was physically incapable of sitting still for more than a few seconds at a time. The contrast between the two of them alone was enough to make me blink once in mild confusion before I even fully processed what was happening.
"Hi! I'm Mina Ashido!" she introduced herself with immediate enthusiasm, her grin wide and completely unfiltered, like she had already decided we were going to be friends regardless of my opinion on the matter.
"I'm Y/N," I replied after a brief pause, offering a small but polite smile in return, the kind I had perfected over years of adapting to unfamiliar environments.
Before anything further could develop, the front of the classroom shifted again, pulling the attention of everyone inside without warning. Mr. Aizawa's voice cut through the lingering chatter in a low, tired tone that did not carry any sense of urgency or ceremony, as if he were simply mentioning something casually rather than introducing a new student into one of the most prestigious hero courses in the country. "Take this chance to get along with her. I'm napping."
There was a moment of silence that followed immediately after, not quite confusion but something closer to resigned acceptance from the students who were clearly already familiar with him. I watched, slightly caught off guard, as he reached toward the side of the room and pulled out a yellow sleeping bag with practiced ease, as though this was something he had prepared in advance specifically for situations like this. Without hesitation, he stepped into it, lowered himself down onto the floor of the classroom, and settled in with the kind of efficiency that suggested this was not unusual in any way.
And then, almost instantly, he stopped moving.
Within seconds, his breathing evened out.
He was asleep.
Just like that.
No further instructions. No introduction. No explanation beyond what had already been said.
I stared at him for a moment longer than I probably should have, waiting for some additional context or follow-up that would make the situation feel less surreal, but none came. The classroom simply existed around him as if this was an accepted part of daily life, something that required no commentary or reaction beyond mild acknowledgement.
Slowly, I shifted my attention back to the rest of the class.
Mina looked entirely unbothered, still smiling as if this was completely normal. Aoyama gave a small, elegant shrug as though he, too, had accepted the situation as part of the school's charm. Others were already beginning to talk again, the moment of interruption fading quickly into background noise.
I leaned slightly toward Mina, lowering my voice just enough so it would not carry across the room. "Is this normal?"
Mina blinked at me once, then immediately brightened again as if the question itself was amusing. "Oh yeah! Mr. Aizawa does that all the time. He says sleeping is part of recovery or something."
I paused, processing that answer slowly.
"...Right," I said after a moment, glancing once more at the sleeping figure on the floor. "Of course he does."
Aoyama tilted his head from my other side, placing a hand dramatically against his chest as if offering commentary on a stage performance. "It is... how you say... very unique, yes?"
I exhaled softly through my nose, leaning back slightly in my seat as my gaze drifted across the room again. Somewhere between Shiketsu's rigid discipline and this chaotic acceptance of exhaustion as a teaching method, I was beginning to suspect I had entered a completely different world altogether.
The sudden shout cut through the classroom like a shockwave.
"Damn bastard! No one is fucking normal in this school!"
A blonde boy slammed his palm down on the desk as he spoke, sparks crackling violently across his hand with a sharp, unstable snap of electricity. The sound made a few students flinch instinctively, chairs scraping slightly against the floor as the energy in the room shifted from casual conversation to something more alert and reactive. Even Aoyama beside me stiffened in exaggerated elegance, while Mina let out a small "whoa" under her breath like she was more impressed than intimidated. The hell you mean 'whoa'?
I turned my head slightly to look at him.
He was leaning forward in his seat, teeth clenched, eyes sharp with irritation that looked like it had been building for a while rather than appearing in that moment alone. The electricity dancing across his palm flickered again when his grip tightened, as if reacting to his emotions rather than fully obeying him. It was loud, messy, unfiltered energy in a way that felt almost the complete opposite of the controlled environments I was used to.
For a second, I just watched him. Not because I was afraid. But because I was trying to understand why he looked so angry at something so simple as a classroom introduction.
Around the room, some students reacted immediately. A few sighed like they were already used to it. Someone in the back muttered something under their breath. Others looked entertained in a way that suggested this was not the first time something like this had happened. The atmosphere quickly stabilized again, but not in a calm way, more like everyone had collectively decided to let it pass and move on without making it a bigger issue.
I glanced toward Mr. Aizawa.
Still asleep.
Of course.
Then my eyes returned to the blonde boy. "...That seems unnecessarily loud," I thought quietly, more to myself than anyone else.
Mina leaned slightly closer again, whispering with clear amusement as if she had already decided that personal space was more of a suggestion than a rule. "That's Bakugo. Don't take it personally, he's always like that." She shrugged with a bright, easy smile that made it sound like explosions in the middle of class were just another minor inconvenience of daily school life rather than something worth questioning. There was a casual confidence in the way she said it, like she had already normalized every strange thing I had witnessed in the last ten minutes, including a sleeping teacher and a boy yelling at the top of his lungs while sparking bombs across his hand.
Then, without hesitation, her attention snapped back to me again with renewed curiosity, as if Bakugo's outburst had only been a brief interruption in her real mission. "Tell me, Y/N, what's your quirk?" she asked, and before I could fully respond or even mentally prepare myself for the sudden shift in focus, she stood up from her seat with complete lack of hesitation and dragged her blue plastic chair across the floor until it scraped loudly beside mine. The sound cut through the classroom's remaining chatter and immediately pulled attention in our direction, subtle conversations dying down as nearby students began pretending they were not listening while very clearly listening.
I blinked once, slightly startled by both the noise and the closeness, suddenly aware that the conversation was no longer private in any sense of the word. The boy sitting on the other side of my desk leaned forward just slightly, acting like he was adjusting his posture while clearly trying to hear better, and I could feel multiple pairs of eyes shifting toward me with open curiosity. It was not uncomfortable exactly, but it was unfamiliar in a way that made me more aware of my own voice, my own presence, and the weight of answering in front of so many people at once.
For a moment, I hesitated, not because I did not know what to say, but because I was used to how conversations like this usually ended. At Shiketsu, people reacted with controlled interest, polite nods, carefully measured questions. Here, it felt more immediate, like whatever I said would be absorbed and judged in real time rather than filed away for later. My fingers tightened slightly around my bag strap before I consciously forced them to relax, grounding myself in the physical sensation of something normal.
"My quirk..." I started quietly, then paused briefly as I organized my thoughts into something simple enough to explain without opening doors I was not ready to walk through. "It's a healing-type quirk."
A soft ripple moved through the room almost instantly, not loud enough to be disruptive but noticeable enough to change the atmosphere. A few students shifted in their seats, some exchanging quick glances, while others simply looked more attentive, as if the mention of healing immediately placed me into a different category from what they had expected. Mina's expression brightened even further, clearly excited by the answer, while Aoyama tilted his head slightly as though trying to place my quirk into something more elegant or poetic in his mind.
I continued before the silence could stretch too long, keeping my voice steady despite the attention focused on me. "I can restore injuries and stabilize people in critical condition. Broken bones, internal damage, things like that. It works best on physical trauma." I paused for a moment, choosing my next words more carefully, then added in a quieter tone, "The more serious the injury, the more it strains my body in return."
That last part settled into the air differently than the rest. It was not dramatic, not emphasized, but it still changed the way some of them looked at me, like they were recalculating something they had assumed was simple. I kept my expression calm, though I was suddenly aware of how easily I had said something I usually avoided explaining in detail. The truth was always more complicated than the version I gave people, but I had learned early on that most people did not actually want the full truth. They wanted something understandable. Something safe.
Mina blinked once, then leaned back slightly in her chair again, still smiling but now with a more thoughtful edge beneath her excitement. "That's actually insane," she said honestly, as if she was impressed rather than intimidated. "So you're like... a walking recovery station?"
Aoyama lifted a hand delicately to his cheek, eyes half-lidded as though he was evaluating something far more elegant than battlefield support. "Magnifique," he murmured, as if the word itself carried more weight than simple admiration. "A rare and precious ability indeed."
From somewhere behind them, someone muttered quietly, "That's actually really useful in combat..." a boy with glasses.
I let out a small breath I had not realized I was holding, offering a polite but restrained smile that did not quite match the way my thoughts were still adjusting to how openly they were discussing my quirk. At Shiketsu, abilities like mine had been acknowledged, yes, but always with distance. Useful, but secondary. Supportive, but never central. Here, however, it felt like they were already imagining how I would fit into their world, as if my presence had immediate value beyond just observation.
Mina suddenly leaned forward again, grin widening as if she had already moved on to the next thought without finishing the previous one. "Okay, you're officially interesting, Y/N."
I blinked at that, the word catching slightly in my mind.
"Interesting?" I repeated quietly, not entirely sure what that was supposed to mean in this context.
"Yeah!" she said without hesitation, leaning back again but still angled toward me like she had no intention of losing interest anytime soon. "We don't get many healing quirks in hero course classes. You're gonna be super important in team fights."
Important.
The word lingered longer than it probably should have.