Cinasplash Mayhem

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[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[secondlina]

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

[lindsaylapompom12]

reblog of desperation, honestly wish me luck

[cinasplash]

Another Idea Drabble- let me know what you think-

Saturday Afternoon – 2:30 PM – Bakugo and Sarah's Home

**Sarah's POV**

Sarah sat in the nursery's rocking chair, Katsuro latched and nursing peacefully, when she heard it.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE BABY!" Kaori's voice carried from the living room.

Loud.

Defiant.

*Very* Bakugo.

Sarah bit back a smile.

"Kaori," Bakugo's voice came next. Firm but strained. "That's not—"

"YOU LIKE HIM MORE THAN ME!"

"I don't—"

"YES YOU DO! You said you ALWAYS wanted a boy!"

Sarah snorted quietly.

*Oh, this is going to be good.*

She adjusted Katsuro slightly, his tiny hand resting against her breast as he nursed, his dark brown eyes—*her* eyes—half-closed in contentment.

*At least one of our children is easy.*

"Kaori," Katsuki said. His voice was getting that edge. The one that made villains back down. "I never said"

"YOU DID! I HEARD YOU!"

"When?"

"WHEN MOMMY WAS PREGNANT!"

Sarah pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.

*She's got him there.*

Bakugo *had* been over the moon when they found out they were having a boy.

Had looked like he'd won the damn Super Bowl.

"That doesn't mean…"

"YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!"

"Kaori!"

"I HATE YOU!"

Silence.

Then

"You don't mean that."

Katsuki’s voice was quieter now.

Almost

*Hurt.*

Sarah's chest tightened.

*Oh, Katsuki.*

"I DO!" Kaori shouted. "I HATE YOU AND I HATE THE BABY!"

"Kaori Bakugo!"

"NO!"

The sound of small feet running.

A door slamming. Then. Silence.

Sarah waited. Counted to ten.

Then Katsuki appeared in the nursery doorway. He looked

*Wrecked.*

His hair was more disheveled than usual. His expression tight. Frustrated. And underneath it all

*Devastated.*

Sarah couldn't help it. She laughed.

"Shut the fuck up," Bakugo said immediately.

"I didn't say anything," Sarah said, still grinning.

"You're laughing."

"Because it's funny."

"It's not funny," Katsuki said. He crossed his arms. "She just told me she hates me."

"She's five," Sarah said. "She doesn't mean it."

"She sounded pretty fucking convinced."

Sarah's smile softened.

"She's jealous, Katsuki. You've been fawning over Katsuro since he was born."

"I have not"

"You literally cried when the doctor said it was a boy."

Katsuki’ jaw clenched.

"I didn't cry."

"You did," Sarah said. "Happy tears. It was very sweet."

"I don't do sweet."

"You do for your kids."

Bakugo scowled.

But he didn't argue.

Because they both knew it was true.

Sarah looked down at Katsuro.

At his ash blonde hair so much like his father's.

At the way he nursed so peacefully.

So content.

*So easy.*

"He takes pity on us," Sarah said.

Bakugo frowned.

"What?"

"Katsuro," Sarah said. "He's sweet because Kaori is a tyrant. He knows we need a break."

Bakugo snorted.

"She gets that shit from you."

"Excuse me?" Sarah looked up at him. "She gets it from *you*."

"Bullshit."

"She has your eyes, Katsuki. Your attitude. Your stubbornness."

"She has your hair."

"That's literally the *only* thing she got from me," Sarah said. "Everything else? Pure Bakugo."

Katsuki’s expression flickered.

Pride.

Frustration.

And something softer.

*Love.*

"She's a pain in my ass," he muttered.

"She's *your* pain in the ass," Sarah said. "You made her."

"We made her."

"Yeah, but she's *your* mini-me."

Katsuki moved into the room.

Sat on the edge of the bed near the rocking chair.

He looked at Katsuro.

At the way he was nursing.

At the way Sarah held him so naturally.

*So perfectly.*

"He's a good baby," Bakugo said quietly.

"He is," Sarah agreed. "Which is why I'm convinced he's taking pity on us."

Katsuki’s lips twitched.

"You think he knows?"

"I think he can sense that his sister is a handful," Sarah said. "And he's decided to be the easy one."

"Smart kid."

"He gets that from me."

Bakugo snorted.

"Sure."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

Katsuro's soft suckling sounds filling the room.

The afternoon light filtering through the curtains.

*Peaceful.*

Then "You need to talk to her," Sarah said.

Katsuki sighed.

"I know."

"She's scared you don't love her anymore."

"That's ridiculous."

"She's five, Katsuki. Everything is big and scary when you're five."

Katsuki ran a hand through his hair.

"What do I even say?"

"The truth," Sarah said. "That you love her. That having Katsuro doesn't change that."

"She won't believe me."

"She will if you mean it."

Katsuki looked at her.

"I do mean it."

"Then tell *her*," Sarah said gently. "Not me."

Katsuki nodded slowly.

"Yeah," he said. "Okay."

He stood.

Hesitated.

Then leaned down and kissed Sarah's forehead.

"You're good at this," he said quietly.

Sarah smiled.

"At what?"

"Being a mom."

Sarah's chest warmed.

"You're good at being a dad."

"Even when she tells me she hates me?"

"*Especially* then," Sarah said. "Because you don't give up on her."

Katsuki’s expression softened.

"Never."

He kissed her again.

Then left the nursery.

Sarah listened as his footsteps moved down the hall.

Heard him knock softly on Kaori's door.

"Kaori? Can I come in?"

Silence.

Then

"NO!"

"Please, baby. I want to talk."

"I'M NOT YOUR BABY ANYMORE! KATSURO IS!"

Sarah winced.

*Ouch.*

"You'll always be my baby," Katsuki said. His voice was rough. Emotional. "You were my first. That doesn't change."

Silence.

Then

The sound of a door unlocking.

Sarah smiled.

*There we go.*

She couldn't hear the rest of the conversation.

But she didn't need to.

She knew Katsuki.

Knew he'd figure it out.

Knew he'd make it right.

Because that's what he did.

*He fought for the people he loved.*

*Always.*

---

**3:45 PM**

**Sarah's POV**

Sarah had just finished nursing Katsuro and was buttoning her shirt when Katsuki appeared in the bedroom doorway.

He looked

*Exhausted.*

But also

*Relieved.*

"She asleep?" Sarah asked.

Katsuki nodded.

"Finally."

"How'd it go?"

"She cried," Katsuki said. He moved into the room and sat on the bed. "A lot."

"Did you cry?"

"No."

"Liar."

Katsuki’s jaw clenched.

"Maybe a little."

Sarah smiled.

"What did you tell her?"

"That I love her," Katsuki said. "That she's my first baby. That nothing will ever change that."

"And?"

"And that Katsuro is lucky to have her as a big sister."

Sarah's expression softened.

"That's perfect."

"She asked if I really wanted a boy."

"What did you say?"

"I said yeah," Katsuki admitted. "But that I wanted *her* first. That she made me a dad. That she's the one who taught me how to do this."

Sarah's eyes filled with tears.

"Katsuki—"

"Don't," Katsuki said quickly. "Don't cry. You'll set me off again."

Sarah laughed.

Wiped her eyes.

"You're such a softie."

"Shut up."

"It's true," Sarah said. "You let a five-year-old bully you."

"She's terrifying."

"She's *five*."

"She's got my temper and your attitude," Katsuki said. "That's a dangerous combination."

"I thought she got *your* attitude."

"She got both," Katsuki said. "We're fucked."

Sarah laughed.

Katsuki looked at Katsuro.

At the way he was sleeping peacefully in the bassinet beside the bed.

"He's so quiet," Katsuki said.

"I know," Sarah said. "It's suspicious."

"You think he's plotting something?"

"Definitely."

Katsuki smiled.

Then he looked at Sarah.

Really looked at her.

At the way her shirt was still slightly unbuttoned.

At the soft curve of her breasts.

At the way her hair fell around her shoulders.

*Fuck.*

*She's so beautiful.*

"You need to put those away," he said.

His voice was rough.

Sarah frowned.

"Put what away?"

Katsuki gestured vaguely at her chest.

"Those."

Sarah looked down.

Then back at him.

"Are you serious right now?"

"They're doing something for me."

Sarah's eyes widened.

Then she laughed.

"Oh my god, you're such a perv."

"I didn't hear you complaining when we made these little monsters," Katsuki said.

"If anything," Katsuki continued. "You were the one saying 'go harder.'"

Sarah's cheeks flushed.

"Stop talking, Katsuki."

"What's wrong?" Katsuki’s smile widened. "Can't take the truth?"

"Shut up," Sarah said.

But she was smiling.

Katsuki moved closer.

Sat beside her on the bed.

"You're the one who begged me for another baby," she said. "Remember?"

"Take that back," Katsuki said. "I did not."

"You did."

"I was fine with one."

"Uh huh," Sarah said. "Except when the doctor said Katsuro was a boy, you were looking at me like I'd just won the Super Bowl."

"Damn right I did," Katsuki said. "Got the wife. Got the kids. Got everything I ever wanted."

Sarah's expression softened.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He leaned in and kissed her.

Soft.

Gentle.

But with an edge of heat underneath.

When he pulled back, Sarah was smiling.

"I love you," she said.

"Even when I'm a dick?"

"*Especially* when you're a dick," Sarah said. "It's part of your charm."

"Says the woman who married said dick."

Sarah laughed.

Then kissed him again.

Longer this time.

Deeper.

When they broke apart, both were breathing harder.

"Put the baby down," Sarah said.

Her voice was low.

Promising.

Katsuki’s eyes darkened.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Sarah said. "And I'll let you get lucky."

Katsuki grinned.

"You're gonna let me, huh?"

"Don't push it, Dynamite."

Katsuki stood.

Carefully lifted Katsuro from the bassinet.

The baby stirred slightly but didn't wake.

Katsuki carried him to the nursery.

Placed him gently in the crib.

Covered him with a soft blanket.

Stood there for a moment.

Just

*Looking.*

At his son.

His perfect, sweet, easy son.

*I'm so fucking lucky.*

He thought about Kaori.

Asleep in her room.

His fierce, stubborn, beautiful daughter.

*So fucking lucky.*

And Sarah.

Waiting for him in their bedroom.

His wife.

The love of his life.

The woman who'd driven him crazy for six years before he finally got his shit together.

*The luckiest man alive.*

Bakugo smiled.

Then he turned off the nursery light.

And went back to his wife.

---

**Sarah's POV**

Sarah heard Katsuki’s footsteps in the hall.

Heard the bedroom door close.

Lock.

She looked up as he crossed the room.

His eyes were dark.

Intense.

*Hungry.*

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," Katsuki said.

He sat on the bed beside her.

Reached out and finished unbuttoning her shirt.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Sarah's breath caught.

"Katsuki—"

"Shh," he said. "You said I could get lucky."

"I said *maybe*."

"You said I could."

Sarah smiled.

"I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah," Katsuki said. "You did."

He leaned in and kissed her neck.

Her collarbone.

The curve of her breast.

Sarah's eyes fluttered closed.

"We have to be quiet," she whispered.

"I know."

"The kids…"

"Are asleep," Katsuki said against her skin. "We've got time."

Sarah's hands moved to his hair.

Tangled in the blonde strands.

"I love you," she said.

Katsuki pulled back.

Looked at her.

Really looked at her.

"I love you too," he said.

And then. He showed her.

Slowly.

Thoroughly.

Quietly.

Until they were both breathless and tangled together in their bed.

*Home.*

*Family.*

*Everything.*

And as Sarah drifted off to sleep in Katsuki’s arms—

She thought about how far they'd come.

Six years of denial.

Four years of games.

Two years of love.

And now—

*This.*

*A life.*

*A family.*

*Everything they'd ever wanted.*

*Everything they'd almost lost.*

Sarah pressed closer to Katsuki .

Felt his arms tighten around her.

*Yeah.*

*This is exactly where I'm supposed to be.*

[cinasplash]

Was doing some ideas to get them out of my head

***Bakugo getting asked to do a threesome. He’s asking his squad for “advice”***

Bakugo: you guys are not going to fucking believe what just happened

He hit send and watched the three dots appear almost immediately. Of course they were all online. It was Friday night, and none of them had lives.

**Kaminari:** oh shit what happened

**Kaminari:** did you finally snap and murder a reporter

**Kaminari:** because i will help you hide the body

**Sero:** context please

**Kirishima:** Bro you ok?

Bakugo stared at his phone, trying to figure out how to even explain this situation. How did you tell your friends that you'd been invited to a threesome? How did you phrase that in a way that didn't sound completely insane?

*Fuck it. Just say it.*

**Bakugo:** todoroki invited me over for dinner

**Bakugo:** turns out it wasnt just dinner

**Bakugo:** he wants me to fuck his girlfriend

**Bakugo:** with him

**Bakugo:** like at the same time

He hit send and immediately regretted every life choice that had led him to this moment.

The response was instantaneous.

**Kaminari:** WHAT

**Sero:** BRO

**Kirishima:** WAIT WHAT

**Kaminari:** BAKUGO

**Kaminari:** BAKUGO ARE YOU SERIOUS

**Kaminari:** IS THIS A JOKE

**Kaminari:** BECAUSE IF THIS IS A JOKE ITS NOT FUNNY

**Sero:** hold on hold on

**Sero:** todoroki has a girlfriend???

**Sero:** since when

**Bakugo:** like a month apparently

**Bakugo:** american chick

**Bakugo:** hes fucking serious about this

**Kaminari:** BRO

**Kaminari:** BRO IF YOU DONT DO THIS WE CANT BE FRIENDS

**Kaminari:** IM SERIOUS

**Kaminari:** ILL BLOCK YOUR NUMBER

**Kaminari:** ILL MOVE TO ANOTHER COUNTRY

**Sero:** ill help him pack

**Kaminari:** sero will help me pack

**Kaminari:** we will both leave

**Kaminari:** you will be friendless

Bakugo snorted despite himself. Leave it to Kaminari to be absolutely zero help in a crisis.

**Sero:** what does she look like

**Sero:** this is critical information

Of course. Of fucking course that was Sero's first question.

**Bakugo:** are you fucking kidding me right now

**Sero:** WHAT

**Sero:** its a valid question

**Sero:** is she hot

**Sero:** does she have a good ass

**Sero:** tits???

**Sero:** we need DATA

**Kaminari:** yeah man we need details

**Kaminari:** for science

**Kaminari:** and research purposes

**Kaminari:** very important research

**Kirishima:** Guys maybe we should focus on the fact that this is a huge decision and Bakugo might need actual advice???

**Kaminari:** shut up kirishima

**Kaminari:** BAKUGO SEND PICS

**Kaminari:** WE NEED VISUAL CONFIRMATION

**Sero:** yeah bro pics or it didnt happen

**Sero:** this is standard protocol

**Sero:** we need evidence

Bakugo stared at his phone. These were supposed to be his friends. His trusted companions. The people he'd fought alongside, saved lives with, trusted with his actual life.

And they were absolutely fucking useless.

But also... they had a point.

*Fine. You want pics? I'll give you pics.*

He unlocked the bathroom door as quietly as possible and eased it open. The hallway was empty, and he could hear Sarah's voice from the kitchen, saying something about the rice being perfect. Music was still playing—something with a steady Latin beat that seemed to pulse through the apartment.

Bakugo crept down the hallway like he was on a goddamn stealth mission. Which was ridiculous. He was a pro hero. He'd infiltrated villain hideouts. He'd done undercover work. And here he was, sneaking around an apartment to take a picture of a woman for his idiot friends.

*This is my life now. This is what I've been reduced to. Sixteen-year-old me would be so fucking confused right now. "You're doing WHAT? For WHO? And you're SNEAKING AROUND like some kind of creep?"*

*Yeah, well, sixteen-year-old me was also a virgin who thought holding hands was basically marriage, so what the fuck did he know.*

He reached the edge of the hallway where it opened into the living area and kitchen. Sarah was at the stove, her back to him, stirring something in the pot. That fucking dress. That goddamn dress with the back that went down to practically nothing, showing off all that golden skin, the curve of her spine, the way her body moved as she worked.

Todoroki was at the table, pouring wine into glasses, his back also turned.

Bakugo pulled out his phone, angled it, and snapped a picture. The camera made the softest click, barely audible over the music, and he immediately ducked back into the hallway.

*One down.*

*Pro: I'm getting photographic evidence for my friends who will never believe this happened otherwise.*

*Con: I'm literally hiding in a hallway taking creep shots like some kind of stalker.*

*Pro: She literally bit my neck and told me she likes it when I bite back, so I don't think she'd mind.*

*Con: That's not how consent works, dumbass.*

He waited, heart pounding for absolutely no reason except that this entire situation was fucking insane. After a moment, he heard Sarah's voice again.

"Shoto, can you grab the serving spoons from that drawer?"

"Which drawer?"

"The one by the sink."

Footsteps. Movement. Bakugo peeked around the corner again.

Sarah had turned around, leaning back against the counter with a wooden spoon in one hand. She was licking sauce off her thumb, her head tilted slightly, and the front of that dress—Jesus Christ, the front of that dress with that neckline that showed off her cleavage and the curve of her breasts—was just as devastating as the back.

*Fuck it. In for a penny, in for a pound.*

He raised his phone and snapped another picture just as she smiled at something Todoroki said.

*Got it.*

He retreated back down the hallway, slipped into the bathroom, and locked the door again. His hands were actually shaking slightly as he pulled up the photos.

*Fuck.*

The pictures were good. Too good. The first one showed the full expanse of her back, the dress, the curve of her body. The second caught her mid-smile, the front of the dress, everything.

*These idiots better appreciate this. I just committed a misdemeanor for them.*

He opened the group chat and sent both photos without commentary.

Then he waited.

The response was immediate and exactly as chaotic as he'd expected.

**Kaminari:** HOLY SHIT

**Sero:** BRO

**Kaminari:** BRO

**Sero:** BROOOOO

**Kaminari:** IS THAT HER

**Kaminari:** IS THAT ACTUALLY HER

**Sero:** bakugo

**Sero:** my man

**Sero:** my dude

**Sero:** my brother in arms

**Sero:** my hero

**Kaminari:** THAT BACK

**Kaminari:** THAT FUCKING BACK

**Kaminari:** YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING

**Sero:** and the FRONT

**Sero:** those TITS

**Sero:** bakugo i am on my KNEES

**Kaminari:** IF YOU DONT DO THIS

**Kaminari:** I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU

**Kaminari:** I WILL HAUNT YOU

**Kaminari:** I WILL COME BACK AS A GHOST JUST TO CALL YOU A COWARD

**Sero:** that dress should be illegal

**Sero:** that dress is a CRIME

**Sero:** shes a fucking WEAPON

**Kaminari:** okay okay i have ideas

**Kaminari:** POSITION IDEAS

**Kaminari:** are you ready

**Bakugo:** oh god

**Kaminari:** HEAR ME OUT

**Kaminari:** you bend her over todorokis couch

**Kaminari:** while he takes the front

**Kaminari:** CLASSIC SETUP

**Sero:** KAMINARI

**Kaminari:** OR

**Kaminari:** OR

**Kaminari:** wall fucking

**Kaminari:** you pin her against the wall

**Kaminari:** hold her up

**Kaminari:** todoroki can work with that

**Sero:** the kitchen counter

**Sero:** bend her over the kitchen counter

**Sero:** very spontaneous

**Sero:** very hot

**Sero:** you could do it right there while shes cooking

**Kaminari:** SERO YOURE A GENIUS

**Bakugo:** im going to kill both of you

**Kaminari:** the SHOWER

**Kaminari:** todorokis got that ice and fire thing

**Kaminari:** TEMPERATURE PLAY BRO

**Kaminari:** hot and cold at the same time

**Kaminari:** shed lose her fucking MIND

**Sero:** standing positions

**Sero:** you hold her up

**Sero:** let todoroki do his thing

**Sero:** she looks tiny you could definitely lift her

**Kaminari:** the BED obviously

**Kaminari:** but like

**Kaminari:** you take her from behind

**Kaminari:** she goes down on him

**Kaminari:** EVERYONE WINS

**Sero:** or reverse it

**Sero:** she rides him

**Sero:** you take her mouth

**Sero:** OPTIONS BAKUGO

**Sero:** SO MANY OPTIONS

Bakugo stared at his phone in absolute horror.

*Why did I text them. Why did I think this was a good idea. What is wrong with me.*

**Sero:** knock her up bro

**Bakugo:** WHAT THE FUCK SERO

**Sero:** you heard me

**Sero:** knock her up

**Sero:** put a baby in that woman

**Sero:** do it for all of us

**Sero:** do it for JAPAN

**Sero:** do it for INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS

**Kaminari:** sero has a point

**Kaminari:** this is your civic duty

**Kaminari:** youre a PRO HERO

**Kaminari:** this is HERO WORK

**Bakugo:** sero does not have a point

**Bakugo:** sero has lost his fucking mind

**Bakugo:** you have ALL lost your fucking minds

**Kaminari:** we are being SUPPORTIVE

**Kaminari:** we are being GOOD FRIENDS

**Kaminari:** we are giving you ADVICE

**Sero:** the best advice

**Sero:** really bakugo what more do you want from us

**Sero:** we sent you position ideas

**Sero:** we validated your choices

**Sero:** we told you to breed her

**Bakugo:** STOP SAYING BREED

**Kaminari:** BREED HER

**Sero:** BREEDING TIME

**Kirishima:** Okay wait hold on

**Kirishima:** like is this a joke bro

**Kirishima:** cause I dont see Todoroki wanting to share her like that

**Kirishima:** this seems fake

Finally. Finally, one of them was showing some sense.

**Bakugo:** dumbass he literally invited me over

**Bakugo:** he ASKED me to do this

**Bakugo:** apparently i was on some kind of list

**Bakugo:** if I dont want to hes calling your dumbass next

There was a pause. Bakugo could practically see Kirishima's face as he processed that information.

**Kirishima:** ...

**Kirishima:** ...dont do it

**Bakugo:** finally

**Bakugo:** finally someone making sense

**Kirishima:** no bro

**Kirishima:** not like that

**Kirishima:** dont do it because if you say no

**Kirishima:** I get to break into that

**Kirishima:** I get to use todorokis couch

**Kirishima:** I get to hit that in his APARTMENT

The chat went completely silent for exactly three seconds.

Then all hell broke loose.

**Kaminari:** KIRISHIMA

**Sero:** KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

**Kaminari:** WHAT THE FUCK

**Sero:** WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

**Kaminari:** YOU SELFISH BASTARD

**Sero:** YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF SHIT

**Kaminari:** YOU WERENT BEING REASONABLE

**Kaminari:** YOU WERE BEING STRATEGIC

**Sero:** this man really said "dont do it"

**Sero:** and we thought he was being A GOOD FRIEND

**Sero:** but NO

**Sero:** he wanted SLOPPY SECONDS

**Kirishima:** theyre not sloppy seconds if bakugo never does it

**Kirishima:** thats just regular firsts

**Kaminari:** THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS

**Sero:** THE AUDACITY

**Sero:** THE ABSOLUTE AUDACITY

**Sero:** OF THIS MAN

**Kaminari:** kirishima really looked at those pictures

**Kaminari:** looked at that WOMAN

**Kaminari:** and said "i hope bakugo fucks this up so i can have her"

**Kirishima:** i mean

**Kirishima:** yeah

**Kirishima:** obviously

**Sero:** AT LEAST HES HONEST

**Kaminari:** HONESTY DOESNT MAKE IT BETTER

**Bakugo:** you fucking traitor

**Kirishima:** all is fair in love and threesomes bro

**Sero:** did he just

**Sero:** did he just quote shakespeare

**Sero:** about THREESOMES

**Kaminari:** thats not even the right quote

**Kirishima:** close enough

**Bakugo:** im going to murder you

**Kirishima:** not if you do the threesome

**Kirishima:** then ill just be sad and jealous

**Kirishima:** which is better than dead

**Sero:** kirishima with the strategic thinking

**Kaminari:** okay but real talk

**Kaminari:** REAL TALK

**Kaminari:** bakugo you have to do this now

**Kaminari:** you HAVE to

**Kaminari:** because if you dont

**Kaminari:** kirishima wins

**Sero:** and we cant let kirishima win

**Sero:** not like this

**Sero:** not after what he just pulled

**Kirishima:** hey i didnt pull anything

**Kirishima:** i was just being honest about my motivations

**Kaminari:** YOUR MOTIVATIONS SUCK

**Sero:** the worst motivations

**Sero:** truly terrible

**Kirishima:** you guys are just mad you werent on the list

**Kaminari:** LOW BLOW

**Sero:** KIRISHIMA

**Kaminari:** WE WERENT ON THE LIST???

**Kaminari:** TODOROKI DIDNT EVEN CONSIDER US???

**Sero:** this is the worst day of my life

**Bakugo:** you guys are fucking useless

**Bakugo:** all of you

**Bakugo:** i came here for advice

**Bakugo:** and all i got was position suggestions and kirishima trying to steal my threesome

**Kirishima:** its not YOUR threesome yet

**Kirishima:** you havent committed

**Kaminari:** KIRISHIMA STOP

**Sero:** okay okay

**Sero:** real advice time

**Sero:** REAL advice

**Bakugo:** finally

**Sero:** do it

**Sero:** definitely do it

**Sero:** but make eye contact with todoroki the whole time

**Sero:** assert dominance

**Bakugo:** THATS NOT REAL ADVICE

**Kaminari:** no wait seros onto something

**Kaminari:** you gotta establish whos in charge

**Sero:** pee on his couch

**Sero:** mark your territory

**Kaminari:** SERO NO

**Sero:** SERO YES

**Kirishima:** please dont pee on todorokis couch

**Bakugo:** i hate all of you

**Bakugo:** i hate you so much

**Kaminari:** but youre gonna do it right

**Kaminari:** youre gonna do the threesome

**Sero:** say yes bakugo

**Sero:** say yes so kirishima loses

**Kirishima:** wow

**Kirishima:** WOW

**Kirishima:** so its like that

**Kaminari:** its EXACTLY like that

**Kaminari:** you tried to sabotage our boy

**Kaminari:** you tried to steal his threesome

**Kaminari:** this is WAR

Bakugo leaned back against the bathroom door, staring at his phone as the messages continued to roll in. His friends were losing their minds. Kirishima was actively trying to cockblock him for his own benefit. Kaminari and Sero were giving him sex position advice like they were coaching him through a sports game.

This was insane.

All of this was completely insane.

*Okay. Okay, let's think about this rationally.*

*Pro: My idiot friends—who have terrible judgment about literally everything—all think I'd be insane not to do this.*

*Con: My idiot friends have terrible judgment about literally everything.*

*Pro: Sarah is legitimately incredible. That body. That confidence. The way she bit my neck and whispered in my ear. The fact that she WANTS this.*

*Con: I have to... what, coordinate? With Todoroki? The entire time? That's weird. That's definitely weird.*

*Pro: Todoroki doesn't seem to think it's weird. He's done this before. He knows what he's doing.*

*Con: But I haven't done this before. What if I fuck it up? What if I'm terrible at threesome logistics?*

*Pro: How hard can it be? It's just sex. I'm good at sex. I'm great at sex.*

*Con: That's not the same thing and you know it.*

He looked at himself in the mirror again. His face was still flushed, his pupils still blown. The bite mark on his neck stood out like a brand.

*What would sixteen-year-old me think about this?*

*Sixteen-year-old me would probably pass out. Sixteen-year-old me thought kissing was basically the pinnacle of human achievement. Sixteen-year-old me would look at this situation and have a fucking aneurysm.*

*But I'm not sixteen anymore.*

*I'm twenty-six. I'm a pro hero. I've saved lives. I've fought villains. I've done things that would have terrified my younger self.*

*And right now, there's a woman in the other room who wants me. Who looked at me and decided I was worth wanting. Who bit my neck and told me she likes it when I bite back.*

*And her boyfriend—my friend—is completely okay with it. More than okay. He suggested it.*

His phone buzzed again.

**Kaminari:** bakugo

**Kaminari:** BAKUGO

**Kaminari:** are you still there

**Kaminari:** did you pass out

**Kaminari:** did you die

**Sero:** if you died we need to know

**Sero:** so we can call dibs on your hero ranking

**Kirishima:** guys hes probably just thinking

**Kaminari:** thinking about what

**Kaminari:** the answer is obvious

**Kaminari:** DO IT

**Sero:** DO IT DO IT DO IT

**Kirishima:** or dont

**Kirishima:** im cool either way

**Kirishima:** totally cool

**Kirishima:** not hoping for anything specific

**Kaminari:** KIRISHIMA SHUT UP

**Sero:** youre not getting the threesome kirishima

**Sero:** bakugos gonna do it

**Sero:** i can feel it

**Kaminari:** yeah bakugos not a coward

**Kaminari:** bakugos a HERO

**Kaminari:** heroes dont turn down threesomes

**Sero:** thats not in the hero code but it should be

Bakugo typed out a response.

**Bakugo:** im not dead

**Bakugo:** im thinking

**Kaminari:** THINKING ABOUT WHAT

**Kaminari:** JUST SAY YES

**Sero:** what is there to think about

**Sero:** you saw the pictures

**Sero:** WE saw the pictures

**Sero:** that woman is a GODDESS

**Kirishima:** i mean

**Kirishima:** its a big decision

**Kirishima:** he should think about it

**Kirishima:** take his time

**Kirishima:** maybe sleep on it

**Kaminari:** KIRISHIMA I SWEAR TO GOD

**Sero:** if you dont stop trying to sabotage this

**Sero:** i will personally make sure you never get a threesome

**Sero:** EVER

**Sero:** ill cockblock you for the rest of your life

**Kirishima:** thats not even possible

**Sero:** WATCH ME

*Pro: If I say no, Kirishima gets called next. And that's unacceptable on principle.*

*Con: That's a terrible reason to have a threesome.*

*Pro: But it's also a great reason. Spite is a powerful motivator.*

*Pro: I want this. I actually want this. Not because my friends are telling me to. Not because I'm trying to beat Kirishima. But because Sarah is incredible and Todoroki trusts me and this is something I've never done before and maybe... maybe it's okay to want new experiences.*

*Con: What if it's awkward?*

*Pro: What if it's not?*

*Pro: What if it's amazing?*

He looked at himself in the mirror one more time. At the bite mark. At his flushed face. At the evidence of what had already happened in the kitchen.

*Fuck it.*

**Bakugo:** im doing it

The response was instantaneous.

**Kaminari:** YES

**Sero:** YES YES YES

**Kaminari:** I KNEW IT

**Kaminari:** I KNEW YOU WOULDNT LET US DOWN

**Sero:** THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

**Kirishima:** ...fuck

**Kaminari:** HAHAHAHA

**Kaminari:** KIRISHIMA LOSES

**Sero:** KIRISHIMA LOSES

**Sero:** THIS IS WHAT YOU GET

**Sero:** FOR TRYING TO STEAL THE THREESOME

**Kirishima:** i wasnt trying to steal it

**Kirishima:** i was just

**Kirishima:** being strategic

**Kaminari:** you were being a SNAKE

**Sero:** a sneaky snake

**Sero:** a threesome-stealing snake

**Kirishima:** im happy for you bakugo

**Kirishima:** really

**Kirishima:** very happy

**Kirishima:** so happy

**Kaminari:** you dont sound happy

**Kirishima:** IM HAPPY

**Sero:** bakugo we need updates

**Sero:** DETAILED updates

**Sero:** we need to know everything

**Kaminari:** for research purposes

**Sero:** very important research

**Kaminari:** also so we can tell kirishima what he missed

**Kirishima:** I HATE YOU ALL

**Bakugo:** im muting this chat now

**Kaminari:** WAIT

**Kaminari:** one more thing

**Bakugo:** what

**Kaminari:** the couch position

**Kaminari:** seriously consider the couch position

**Kaminari:** its a classic for a reason

**Sero:** and the counter

**Sero:** kitchen counter is very sexy

**Sero:** very spontaneous

**Kaminari:** and remember

**Kaminari:** eye contact with todoroki

**Kaminari:** assert dominance

**Sero:** but dont pee on his couch

**Sero:** i was joking about that

**Kaminari:** were you though

**Sero:** ...mostly joking

**Bakugo:** goodbye

**Kaminari:** MAKE US PROUD

**Sero:** LIVE THE DREAM

**Kirishima:** have fun i guess

**Kirishima:** asshole

**Kaminari:** KIRISHIMA IS SO MAD

**Sero:** THE MADDEST

**Kirishima:** IM NOT MAD

**Kaminari:** YOU SOUND MAD

**Kirishima:** IM FINE

**Sero:** narrator voice: he was not fine

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Chapter 56- Title: “Tremor Line”

Scene Interior, Katsuki’s Car | Racing Toward U.A. Medical

You sat slumped in the passenger seat, tears streaking over the smear of blood on your cheek as you tried to wipe it away with trembling fingers. Your breathing hitched disoriented from the fall, from the pressure building like storm clouds in your pelvis.

And then it hit.

The first contraction.

“Ah” you gasped, clutching your belly, the pain curling through your spine like a brand. “Katsuki”

He whipped his head toward you.

“Shit. Hang on. Just breathe. We’re almost there.”

Bakugo’s POV, Behind the Wheel

His hands gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. You were crying. In pain. And already bleeding. Every part of him was fighting the urge to detonate.

His jaw clenched. “Move, you extras! MOVE!!!”

He slammed the horn, weaving between cars, tires screeching. The GPS was yelling. You were trying not to cry out loud. And under it all, his mind kept replaying the moment: your face twisting in fear, the thud when you hit the floor, Rivet’s hand

“I swear to fucking god””

Another contraction hit you like a freight train. He saw you double over, fists curled under the curve of your belly.

“We’re here,” he said, throat tight. “Just hold on a little longer, okay? Please.”

Scene Emergency Entrance, U.A. Medical

Katsuki swerved to a stop at the curb, practically tearing the seatbelt off as he bolted to your side.

You tried to sit up but another wave surged hot and fast. “No..ah, god”

He was already lifting you, careful but urgent. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you c’mon.”

You braced a hand on his shoulder as your other clutched your stomach. Your face buried against his collarbone, sobs strangling out between gasps.

“ER staff!” he bellowed as the doors burst open. “Pregnant hero 36 weeks bleeding, two contractions already!”

Nurses moved fastgurney wheels squealing, gloves snapping into place. Someone pressed an oxygen mask to your face.

Scene Interior, Kirishima’s Patrol Route

He ran like gravity had stopped mattering.

Bakugo’s words burned in his chest: “He hit her. She’s bleeding. Her water broke.”

Every step was fuel. He couldn’t feel his lungs. Could barely feel his legs.

She’d been fine. She’d been safe.

And then she wasn’t.

Scene U.A. Medical, Delivery Suite

The room swirled around you in a blur. Fluorescent lights. Panic voices. The beeping of the fetal monitor too fast.

Your body was shaking.

“Six centimeters,” one nurse called out. “Her contractions are too close. We don’t have time for epidural.”

“What?!” you gasped, eyes wide. “No, no, no, I wasn’t ready”

“We need to move fast. Baby’s heartbeat is decelerating.”

Your BP was spiking monitor wailing sweat poured from your brow.

Katsuki held your hand tight, whispering low.

“I’m right here,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere. Just breathe. Keep fighting.”

Scene Locker Room, U.A. West Wing

Rivet scowled into his locker, muttering to himself. “Can’t believe that asshole blew it all up over some hormonal tramp with a badge.”

He turned smirk still curling until the temperature dropped.

The air turned sharp.

His breath fogged.

“Wha—?”

A sharp crack of cold against skin. Then he was pinned—back to wall, limbs frozen in place by icy braces that formed from nowhere.

Todoroki stood in the doorway, flanked by Sero and Kaminari.

“You want to talk about strength,” Todoroki said quietly, “you’ll do it from the floor.”

Denki’s hands crackled with voltage, eyes narrowed. “This is us being polite.”

Sero stepped closer. “Touch her again, Rivet, and we’ll decorate your boots with your own teeth.”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty.

It was final.

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Chapter 56- Title: “Tremor Line”

Scene Interior, Katsuki’s Car | Racing Toward U.A. Medical

You sat slumped in the passenger seat, tears streaking over the smear of blood on your cheek as you tried to wipe it away with trembling fingers. Your breathing hitched disoriented from the fall, from the pressure building like storm clouds in your pelvis.

And then it hit.

The first contraction.

“Ah” you gasped, clutching your belly, the pain curling through your spine like a brand. “Katsuki”

He whipped his head toward you.

“Shit. Hang on. Just breathe. We’re almost there.”

Bakugo’s POV, Behind the Wheel

His hands gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. You were crying. In pain. And already bleeding. Every part of him was fighting the urge to detonate.

His jaw clenched. “Move, you extras! MOVE!!!”

He slammed the horn, weaving between cars, tires screeching. The GPS was yelling. You were trying not to cry out loud. And under it all, his mind kept replaying the moment: your face twisting in fear, the thud when you hit the floor, Rivet’s hand

“I swear to fucking god””

Another contraction hit you like a freight train. He saw you double over, fists curled under the curve of your belly.

“We’re here,” he said, throat tight. “Just hold on a little longer, okay? Please.”

Scene Emergency Entrance, U.A. Medical

Katsuki swerved to a stop at the curb, practically tearing the seatbelt off as he bolted to your side.

You tried to sit up but another wave surged hot and fast. “No..ah, god”

He was already lifting you, careful but urgent. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you c’mon.”

You braced a hand on his shoulder as your other clutched your stomach. Your face buried against his collarbone, sobs strangling out between gasps.

“ER staff!” he bellowed as the doors burst open. “Pregnant hero 36 weeks bleeding, two contractions already!”

Nurses moved fastgurney wheels squealing, gloves snapping into place. Someone pressed an oxygen mask to your face.

Scene Interior, Kirishima’s Patrol Route

He ran like gravity had stopped mattering.

Bakugo’s words burned in his chest: “He hit her. She’s bleeding. Her water broke.”

Every step was fuel. He couldn’t feel his lungs. Could barely feel his legs.

She’d been fine. She’d been safe.

And then she wasn’t.

Scene U.A. Medical, Delivery Suite

The room swirled around you in a blur. Fluorescent lights. Panic voices. The beeping of the fetal monitor too fast.

Your body was shaking.

“Six centimeters,” one nurse called out. “Her contractions are too close. We don’t have time for epidural.”

“What?!” you gasped, eyes wide. “No, no, no, I wasn’t ready”

“We need to move fast. Baby’s heartbeat is decelerating.”

Your BP was spiking monitor wailing sweat poured from your brow.

Katsuki held your hand tight, whispering low.

“I’m right here,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere. Just breathe. Keep fighting.”

Scene Locker Room, U.A. West Wing

Rivet scowled into his locker, muttering to himself. “Can’t believe that asshole blew it all up over some hormonal tramp with a badge.”

He turned smirk still curling until the temperature dropped.

The air turned sharp.

His breath fogged.

“Wha—?”

A sharp crack of cold against skin. Then he was pinned—back to wall, limbs frozen in place by icy braces that formed from nowhere.

Todoroki stood in the doorway, flanked by Sero and Kaminari.

“You want to talk about strength,” Todoroki said quietly, “you’ll do it from the floor.”

Denki’s hands crackled with voltage, eyes narrowed. “This is us being polite.”

Sero stepped closer. “Touch her again, Rivet, and we’ll decorate your boots with your own teeth.”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty.

It was final.

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Chapter 55-Title: “Week 36. And Then It All Fractures.”

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Scene — U.A. Field Office, Midday

The office smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and old coffee. Cardboard boxes lined the desk beside you as you folded the last few personal files into folders. Katsuki stood across from you, arms crossed while triple-checking a secured container of medical leave documents.

“I swear,” you muttered, easing down into your chair, one hand on the underside of your belly, “if I’d gotten pregnant in winter, I wouldn’t be melting every time I blink.”

Katsuki shot you a look. “You weren’t complaining that night in early spring.”

You glared. “I was hormonally blind.”

He barked out a short laugh, then scanned the room. “Gotta grab something from the back hang tight.”

He left.

The hum of lights overhead was the only sound for several beats… until footsteps echoed beyond the door.

“Back already?” you called, not turning.

The footsteps didn’t answer.

You looked up and your stomach sank.

It wasn’t Katsuki.

“Rivet.”

He stood half-shadowed in the entry, jacket unzipped, the smug tilt of his lips venomous.

“Packing up, huh?” he said, voice like ice sheathed in oil. “Guess PR didn’t want to risk you combusting on company property again.”

“Get the hell out,” you snapped, rising slowly. “You’re not authorized in this building. Especially not around me.”

He stepped closer anyway.

Your fingers twitched toward your comms badge.

“You’re lucky I’m pregnant,” you said, voice razor-thin, “or I’d AP shoot your ass through this wall.”

Rivet’s grin curled nastier. “You’ve always been all spark, no fire.”

He lunged a step too close.

You moved fast toward the exit but his arm shot out and grabbed yours, yanking you back with sudden force.

“Let go of me!” you shouted, struggling, clutching your belly.

And then

CRACK.

The sharp thud of skin on skin echoed.

You stumbled, crashing to the floor.

Your vision swam.

And then searing heat under your ribs.

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Scene Katsuki, Just Outside

The sound hit him like a memory he wasn’t ready for: your voice, sharp and panicked, followed by something he couldn’t mistake.

Katsuki was through the door in seconds.

He skidded into the room and froze.

You were curled on the floor, arm shielding your belly.

And Rivet Rivet stood above you, sneering, hand half-raised.

Katsuki’s vision went red.

“YOU”

He flew across the room and slammed Rivet into the metal storage lockers, the sound reverberating off the walls. Sparks snapped off his palms as he shoved an arm against Rivet’s throat.

But then your voice.

“No no no no Katsuki”

He turned just in time to see you

Blood on your inner thighs. Water pooling beneath you.

Your face terrified.

“Fuck”he whispered. “Oh god, no.”

He threw Rivet backward unconscious before he hit the wall then scooped you into his arms, one hand braced behind your head, the other cradling your back.

“I’ve got you I’ve got you I swear,” he murmured, bolting for the elevator.

Scene — City Streets, Patrol Route

Kirishima and Shoto were finishing patrol along South District when Kirishima’s phone rang. He glanced down.

Kacchan.

“Yo—”

The voice on the other end was sharp, almost strangled. “He hit her. She’s bleeding. Her water broke. We’re on the way to U.A. Med—”

Kirishima didn’t hear the rest.

He was already running.

Shoto was right behind him. “What happened?”

Kirishima’s voice cracked. “Rivet.”

Todoroki pulled out his own phone, already speed-dialing dispatch. “I’ll alert the squad. But first…”

He paused, glance icy.

“We’re paying him a visit.”

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Hey yall I’m sorry I haven’t updated my story yet. It’s almost coming to an end. I’ve been also doing some other side projects and wanted some feedback. Let me know what you all think. It’s just an excerpt.

**Hospital - Hallway Outside Sarah's Room**

Bakugo's been sitting in that chair for four hours when there's a quiet knock on the door.

Kirishima pokes his head in, takeout bag in hand. He glances at you—asleep, finally, bruises dark on your throat—then jerks his head toward the hallway.

Bakugo looks at you one more time, making sure you're really out, then follows Kirishima into the corridor.

"Brought food," Kirishima says, holding up the bag. "Figured you haven't eaten."

"I'm fine," Bakugo mutters.

"Dude, it's been hours. You need to eat." Kirishima pushes the bag into his hands. "Spicy ramen. Your usual."

Bakugo takes it reluctantly, leaning against the wall. He opens the container but doesn't eat, just stares at it.

Kirishima leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed. "How is she?"

"Asleep. Finally." Bakugo's jaw tightens. "Throat's fucked. Can barely talk. Bruised ribs. But she's alive. Baby's alive."

"That's good," Kirishima says quietly. "That's really good."

They stand in silence for a moment, the hospital sounds filling the space—distant beeping, nurses talking at the station down the hall, a TV playing somewhere.

"Deku told Todoroki," Kirishima says finally.

Bakugo's grip on the takeout container tightens. "Yeah. I figured."

"He's on a plane," Kirishima continues. "Gets here tomorrow afternoon."

"Good for him," Bakugo says flatly.

"Bakugo—"

"Fucker should've been here fifteen weeks ago," Bakugo snaps, voice low but vicious. "He should've been here when she found out. When she was throwing up every day and losing weight. When she was breaking shit in my kitchen because she didn't know what to do. He should've been here today, making sure she *didn't* have to go on patrol in her condition."

Kirishima's quiet, letting him vent.

"But no," Bakugo continues, practically spitting the words. "He was in New York. Building his fucking career. And now he gets to swoop in after she almost died and play the concerned father? Fuck that."

"What did she decide?" Kirishima asks carefully. "About the baby?"

Bakugo's expression shifts—something raw and painful crossing his face.

"She's keeping it," he says quietly.

Kirishima nods slowly. "That's good. Right? That's what—"

"Yeah," Bakugo interrupts. "It's good. She wants it. And I'm—I'm gonna help her. Whatever she needs."

"But?" Kirishima prompts, because he knows his friend well enough to hear what's not being said.

Bakugo's quiet for a long moment, staring down at the ramen container in his hands.

"How the fuck am I supposed to do this?" he asks finally, voice barely above a whisper. "How am I supposed to watch her raise Todoroki's kid? Be there for every doctor's appointment, every ultrasound, every milestone. And then when the baby's born—" His voice cracks slightly. "Having to see his kid. With her eyes. Her smile. Knowing it should've been—"

He stops himself, jaw clenching hard.

"Knowing it should've been yours," Kirishima finishes softly.

Bakugo doesn't deny it. Just closes his eyes, head falling back against the wall.

"I love her," he says, and it sounds like a confession. Like something he's been holding in for too long. "I've been in love with her for years. And I thought—I thought maybe if I just stayed close, if I was patient, eventually she'd see me. But then Todoroki happened. And now she's pregnant with his kid. And I'm still here. Still fucking here. Because I can't *not* be."

"That's not a bad thing," Kirishima says gently.

"It's torture," Bakugo counters. "Watching her go through this. Knowing another guy did this to her and then left. Knowing that kid is gonna grow up calling someone else 'dad' while I'm just—what? Uncle Katsuki? The guy who was there when their real dad wasn't?"

"You don't know what's going to happen," Kirishima points out. "Maybe Todoroki comes back and steps up. Maybe—"

"He won't," Bakugo says flatly. "He'll try. He'll show up tomorrow all apologetic and make promises. But eventually, he'll go back to New York. Because that's what he does. He runs when things get hard."

"And you'll still be here," Kirishima says.

"Yeah," Bakugo mutters bitterly. "I'll still be here."

Kirishima pushes off the wall, stepping closer. "Look, man. I know this is hard. I know it's not what you wanted. But you being there for her? That matters. And when that kid is old enough to understand who showed up and who didn't, they'll know. They'll know you were the one who stayed."

"That doesn't make it hurt less," Bakugo says quietly.

"No," Kirishima agrees. "It doesn't. But maybe it makes it worth it."

Bakugo finally looks at him, expression raw and exhausted.

"I don't know if I can do this," he admits. "I don't know if I'm strong enough to watch her have his baby and not—" He stops, shaking his head.

"You are," Kirishima says firmly. "You're the strongest person I know. And you love her. So you'll figure it out."

Bakugo doesn't respond, just stares down at the ramen again.

"Eat," Kirishima says, nodding at the container. "She's gonna be out for a while, and you need your strength. Todoroki gets here tomorrow, and something tells me that's gonna be a whole thing."

Bakugo lets out a humorless laugh. "Yeah. Gonna be a fucking disaster."

"You want me to stay?" Kirishima offers. "Backup?"

"Nah," Bakugo says. "I can handle it. But thanks. For the food. And for—" He gestures vaguely.

"Anytime," Kirishima says, clapping him on the shoulder. "Call me if you need anything. Seriously."

"Yeah."

Kirishima heads toward the elevator, and Bakugo watches him go before turning back to your room.

He pauses at the door, looking through the small window.

You're still asleep, curled on your side, one hand resting on your stomach in a protective gesture that probably isn't even conscious.

His chest tightens.

*His kid.*

*Todoroki's kid.*

The kid that's going to have her eyes, her smile, her stubbornness. And Todoroki's features. Todoroki's genes. Todoroki's claim.

And Bakugo's going to be there for all of it.

Because he can't not be.

Because he loves her too much to leave.

Even if it kills him.

He takes a breath, pushes the door open, and goes back inside.

He sets the ramen on the side table—he'll eat it later, maybe—and settles back into the chair beside your bed.

Your hand is resting on top of the blanket, and without thinking, he reaches over and takes it.

You don't wake, but your fingers curl slightly around his.

And Bakugo sits there, holding your hand, watching you breathe.

Tomorrow, Todoroki will show up.

Tomorrow, everything will get more complicated.

But tonight, it's just you and him.

And the baby that he's already decided to protect.

Even if it's not his.

Even if it never could be.

Because loving you means loving every part of you.

Including the parts that belong to someone else.

And Bakugo's never been good at doing things halfway.

So he'll stay.

He'll help.

He'll be there.

And he'll figure out how to survive watching you raise another man's child.

One day at a time.

Starting now.

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Chapter 54- Title: “Shockwaves”

Scene — Afternoon, U.A. Commons

The calm didn’t last.

The news hit between lunch trays and unfinished missions. A report broke across three channels, splashed across feeds like someone had fired a flare into a powder keg.

“Internal Hero Communications Leak—Widespread Investigation Underway.”

“New Lead Suggests Disgruntled Staff Involved in Metadata Breach.”

One name kept coming up.

Rivet.

Someone had traced encrypted metadata from one of the footage drops—hospital surveillance, to be specific—back to a private account tied to Rivet’s old support team login. A name he hadn’t used in months. But still had access to.

By evening, U.A. issued a statement.

“Pending the results of our internal investigation, the pro-hero known as Rivet has been placed on indefinite suspension.”

The world took it like blood in the water.

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Scene — Your Apartment, That Evening

The knock on your door was quiet—but deliberate. When you opened it, Denki stood there, phone in hand, eyebrows raised and grin sharp.

“Tell me you’ve seen it.”

You hadn’t.

You let him in. He pulled up the clip.

It was Kirishima—your Kirishima—being asked by a reporter about the leak.

He said nothing at first. Just looked dead into the camera and said:

“She’s stronger than any of this. But there’s a line. And Rivet crossed it. So when she’s ready to return, I suggest they make room. Or they’ll hear from me again.”

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Scene — Katsuki, Watching the Statement

He stood by the window, phone in hand.

Watched the playback again. And again.

The way Kirishima said “when she’s ready.” Not if. Not maybe.

Katsuki breathed through his nose. “Good.”

Because whatever came next?

They were finally speaking with one voice.

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CHAPTER 53- Title: “In Light, In Quiet”

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Scene — Kirishima’s Office, Late Afternoon

He was halfway through a tangle of reports when his phone buzzed beside his elbow.

“[Your Name] tagged you in a photo. Confirm relationship post?”

He blinked, confused—then opened the preview.

A soft chuckle escaped him.

It was from a few months back—before the whispers, before the world caught on. You in a dark wine dress, cheeks dewy with laughter, one hand clutched to a drink and the other resting gently on his. He stood behind you, arms wrapped around your middle, one hand splayed protectively over the small but unmistakable curve of your belly.

Your face was tucked into the crook of his neck. Glowing.

His heart flipped sideways.

He pressed approve.

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Scene — Your Apartment, That Night

You barely opened the door before a rush of air and warmth swept you up—Kirishima’s arms locking around you, lifting you clean off the floor as he kissed you with everything that had been building in his chest for days.

You gasped into his mouth, grinning. “Kiri—what about waiting?”

He didn’t pause.

“For one night,” he murmured against your skin, carrying you effortlessly toward the bedroom, “I’m being completely unmanly and making love to my girlfriend. No rules. No fear. Just us.”

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Scene — Morning Light, Your Apartment

Sunlight crept over the sheets, landing in golden pools across tangled legs and bare shoulders.

Kirishima lay curled beside you, one hand resting over your belly where your skin still radiated with warmth and belonging. You both scrolled quietly through the responses on your socials.

“Look at this,” you murmured, smiling. “People are actually… being nice.”

“Didn’t know that was allowed online,” he teased.

You opened the post of you and Bakugo next—the clip from your candid interview rising in views, comments flowing like rivers.

“This was honest. Respect to them for showing up for their kid.”

“Messy or not, they’re doing the work. You can’t fake this kind of clarity.”

You exhaled—shoulders easing a little more against Kirishima’s chest. “Maybe the tide’s turning.”

“Maybe it’s just starting.”

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Scene — Bakugo’s Apartment, Morning

The apartment was still.

Katsuki stood in his bedroom, half dressed, the edge of a shoebox open on his nightstand.

Inside, he held a single photo. The one from the hospital. You asleep, his hand braced against your bump, cradling you like he still didn’t know how to say what that moment meant.

He didn’t frame it.

Didn’t post it.

But he placed it gently in the drawer beside his bed—resting it on top of a folded baby onesie Mitsuki had bought “just in case.”

And for now, that was enough.

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CHAPTER 52- Title: “Promises, Cracks, and Cannon Fire”

Scene — Your Apartment, Later That Night

The city beyond your window had gone soft. Just gentle headlights sweeping shadows across the walls, your shared breaths slow and sweet beneath the blankets. Kirishima’s hand rested protectively across your belly, fingers tracing idle circles where the warmth of your skin met the crisp cotton of your sleep shirt.

Then a kick.

Strong. Like a drumroll from the inside.

Kiri jerked slightly, chuckling as he glanced down. “Again? You’ve got rhythm, little guy.”

You groaned. “I swear he thinks he’s in training already. Probably practicing his footwork.”

Kirishima leaned forward and placed a kiss right where he felt the movement. “You’re gonna be trouble,” he murmured with affection. But something in his expression shifted. Quiet. Pensive.

You caught it.

“What is it?” you asked softly.

He hesitated. Then: “What Bakugo said… about us. About the lines. I know it’s his insecurities talking, but… this little guy kicking? It’s like a reminder. He’s not wrong about the fact that this is his kid too.”

You sighed, tipping your head back. “I get it. I do.”

Your hand found Kiri’s cheek, brushing a thumb just beneath his eye. “And as the official baby mama of Dynamight, I can respect his boundary. For now.” You smirked. “But once this baby’s out and I get the all clear? Ohhh, Kiri… you’re in for the night of your life.”

He laughed—pure, red-faced, and disarmed. “Now that is motivation.”

Scene — Just Before Midnight

The soft buzz of your phone on the nightstand pulled you halfway from sleep. Kirishima shifted behind you but didn’t wake. You blinked at the screen.

News Push Notification:

“New Files Leaked: Hero [Your Name] Under Fire Again in Latest Pro Agency Memo Drop”

You sat up. Tapped.

The Leak:

The article opened with screenshots of internal communications HR emails, doctor’s notes, even a moment from your private scan results, cropped to highlight remarks about “emotional instability,” “quirk instability,” and worst of all: “potential liability on field.”

They called you volatile.

They called you a risk.

The comments were real. The implication wasn’t.

The damage, though?

Spreading by the second.

Scene — Morning Aftermath

By dawn, it was everywhere.

Media swarmed again.

Your agency inbox flooded.

And public opinion split like glass under pressure—half defending you, half demanding accountability.

HR called by 7 a.m.

You didn’t even answer.

Kirishima sat on the edge of the bed, fists clenched, jaw locked. “Rivet. This has his fingerprints all over it. I’m gonna kill him.”

“No,” you said softly, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna hold me. Then we figure out how to fight back together.”

His arms wrapped around you a second later, firm and sure.

Because this wasn’t just gossip anymore.

This was war.

Scene — Your Apartment, Late Morning

The living room was warm with filtered light, quiet except for the gentle hum of the heater and the slight rustle of papers as you adjusted the outline of your talking points. You’d moved some cushions to the floor and set up a ring light on the coffee table, camera ready to record from a soft, flattering angle. Everything about the setup whispered honest—not produced, not polished. Just two people reclaiming the story that had been spun around them.

You glanced up as the front door opened.

Katsuki stepped inside, hoodie half-zipped, expression somewhere between exhaustion and restraint. “So,” he muttered, “you’re gonna point a camera at us and make us tell the world we don’t hate each other?”

You smirked faintly. “Pretty much.”

He exhaled through his nose and dropped into the floor seat next to you. “Fine. You lead.”

You hit record and leaned back against the couch with a breath. “Hey everyone. So—we’re here today to clear a few things up. Not because we owe anyone an explanation, but because the speculation has gotten… exhausting.”

Katsuki gave a side glance at the camera, mouth twitching faintly. “You could say that.”

You continued, voice calm but anchored. “When all of this started, Bakugo and I were figuring things out. We thought there might’ve been a chance between us, romantically… but it didn’t unfold that way. And then I found out I was pregnant. Which, yeah—that wasn’t part of the plan.”

His eyes dropped for a second. But he didn’t interrupt.

You looked to him.

He picked up. “By the time we got that news, she was already with Kirishima. And that’s the truth. There’s no triangle. No secret betrayal. Just some people trying to deal with a lot of change all at once.”

You gave him a grateful nod.

“I’m still off-duty,” you said, your hand resting gently on your belly. “I’ve been off the field for a while now. These pregnancy complications have hit hard. My energy’s not consistent. My quirk’s… adapting. It’s not a question of control—it’s biology. And mental wellness? I’ve got support. Therapy. A medical team that doesn’t miss a beat. I’m taking care of myself and this little guy.”

Katsuki added, “We’re learning how to co-parent. Which means splitting the hard stuff and showing up. Every day. Even when it’s uncomfortable. Especially then.”

You smiled, small and tired but real. “We’re not perfect. But we’re present.”

He turned his head toward you. “And that’s gonna count for something.”

You ended the video there—no music, no fancy cuts. Just raw words and steady hands.

Before he left, you asked for one more thing—a photo. Something for both accounts to post. A little peace offering to the public.

He stood beside you, one hand hovering awkwardly near your shoulder. You laughed and tugged him closer until his hand rested on the roundness of your belly.

The click captured something rare.

Not romance.

But a fragile, fierce sort of alliance.

Scene — U.A. Agency Lounge, Minutes Later

Kirishima was halfway through a briefing when a junior hero walked in holding a phone.

“Bro… is this official?”

Kirishima blinked, eyebrows drawing in confusion. “Is what official?”

Denki tilted the screen toward him.

The joint post from your profile and Dynamight’s. The video. The photo.

All Kirishima saw was the headline swirling above the quiet still of you and Bakugo:

“Unified Front: [Your Name] and Dynamight Speak Out on Their Journey to Parenthood.”

His pulse spiked.

For a breath, he hadn’t heard the word co-parent.

He’d only heard together.

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CHAPTER 52- Title: “Promises, Cracks, and Cannon Fire”

Scene — Your Apartment, Later That Night

The city beyond your window had gone soft. Just gentle headlights sweeping shadows across the walls, your shared breaths slow and sweet beneath the blankets. Kirishima’s hand rested protectively across your belly, fingers tracing idle circles where the warmth of your skin met the crisp cotton of your sleep shirt.

Then a kick.

Strong. Like a drumroll from the inside.

Kiri jerked slightly, chuckling as he glanced down. “Again? You’ve got rhythm, little guy.”

You groaned. “I swear he thinks he’s in training already. Probably practicing his footwork.”

Kirishima leaned forward and placed a kiss right where he felt the movement. “You’re gonna be trouble,” he murmured with affection. But something in his expression shifted. Quiet. Pensive.

You caught it.

“What is it?” you asked softly.

He hesitated. Then: “What Bakugo said… about us. About the lines. I know it’s his insecurities talking, but… this little guy kicking? It’s like a reminder. He’s not wrong about the fact that this is his kid too.”

You sighed, tipping your head back. “I get it. I do.”

Your hand found Kiri’s cheek, brushing a thumb just beneath his eye. “And as the official baby mama of Dynamight, I can respect his boundary. For now.” You smirked. “But once this baby’s out and I get the all clear? Ohhh, Kiri… you’re in for the night of your life.”

He laughed—pure, red-faced, and disarmed. “Now that is motivation.”

Scene — Just Before Midnight

The soft buzz of your phone on the nightstand pulled you halfway from sleep. Kirishima shifted behind you but didn’t wake. You blinked at the screen.

News Push Notification:

“New Files Leaked: Hero [Your Name] Under Fire Again in Latest Pro Agency Memo Drop”

You sat up. Tapped.

The Leak:

The article opened with screenshots of internal communications HR emails, doctor’s notes, even a moment from your private scan results, cropped to highlight remarks about “emotional instability,” “quirk instability,” and worst of all: “potential liability on field.”

They called you volatile.

They called you a risk.

The comments were real. The implication wasn’t.

The damage, though?

Spreading by the second.

Scene — Morning Aftermath

By dawn, it was everywhere.

Media swarmed again.

Your agency inbox flooded.

And public opinion split like glass under pressure—half defending you, half demanding accountability.

HR called by 7 a.m.

You didn’t even answer.

Kirishima sat on the edge of the bed, fists clenched, jaw locked. “Rivet. This has his fingerprints all over it. I’m gonna kill him.”

“No,” you said softly, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna hold me. Then we figure out how to fight back together.”

His arms wrapped around you a second later, firm and sure.

Because this wasn’t just gossip anymore.

This was war.

Scene — Your Apartment, Late Morning

The living room was warm with filtered light, quiet except for the gentle hum of the heater and the slight rustle of papers as you adjusted the outline of your talking points. You’d moved some cushions to the floor and set up a ring light on the coffee table, camera ready to record from a soft, flattering angle. Everything about the setup whispered honest—not produced, not polished. Just two people reclaiming the story that had been spun around them.

You glanced up as the front door opened.

Katsuki stepped inside, hoodie half-zipped, expression somewhere between exhaustion and restraint. “So,” he muttered, “you’re gonna point a camera at us and make us tell the world we don’t hate each other?”

You smirked faintly. “Pretty much.”

He exhaled through his nose and dropped into the floor seat next to you. “Fine. You lead.”

You hit record and leaned back against the couch with a breath. “Hey everyone. So—we’re here today to clear a few things up. Not because we owe anyone an explanation, but because the speculation has gotten… exhausting.”

Katsuki gave a side glance at the camera, mouth twitching faintly. “You could say that.”

You continued, voice calm but anchored. “When all of this started, Bakugo and I were figuring things out. We thought there might’ve been a chance between us, romantically… but it didn’t unfold that way. And then I found out I was pregnant. Which, yeah—that wasn’t part of the plan.”

His eyes dropped for a second. But he didn’t interrupt.

You looked to him.

He picked up. “By the time we got that news, she was already with Kirishima. And that’s the truth. There’s no triangle. No secret betrayal. Just some people trying to deal with a lot of change all at once.”

You gave him a grateful nod.

“I’m still off-duty,” you said, your hand resting gently on your belly. “I’ve been off the field for a while now. These pregnancy complications have hit hard. My energy’s not consistent. My quirk’s… adapting. It’s not a question of control—it’s biology. And mental wellness? I’ve got support. Therapy. A medical team that doesn’t miss a beat. I’m taking care of myself and this little guy.”

Katsuki added, “We’re learning how to co-parent. Which means splitting the hard stuff and showing up. Every day. Even when it’s uncomfortable. Especially then.”

You smiled, small and tired but real. “We’re not perfect. But we’re present.”

He turned his head toward you. “And that’s gonna count for something.”

You ended the video there—no music, no fancy cuts. Just raw words and steady hands.

Before he left, you asked for one more thing—a photo. Something for both accounts to post. A little peace offering to the public.

He stood beside you, one hand hovering awkwardly near your shoulder. You laughed and tugged him closer until his hand rested on the roundness of your belly.

The click captured something rare.

Not romance.

But a fragile, fierce sort of alliance.

Scene — U.A. Agency Lounge, Minutes Later

Kirishima was halfway through a briefing when a junior hero walked in holding a phone.

“Bro… is this official?”

Kirishima blinked, eyebrows drawing in confusion. “Is what official?”

Denki tilted the screen toward him.

The joint post from your profile and Dynamight’s. The video. The photo.

All Kirishima saw was the headline swirling above the quiet still of you and Bakugo:

“Unified Front: [Your Name] and Dynamight Speak Out on Their Journey to Parenthood.”

His pulse spiked.

For a breath, he hadn’t heard the word co-parent.

He’d only heard together.

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CHAPTER 51- Title: “Fire, Flash, and the Fallout”

Scene — Morning Broadcasts, Citywide

The fallout hit faster than anyone expected.

News stations ran loops of hospital footage captured by a security leak. In the quiet still of grainy surveillance, a slow zoom centered on a private room window—inside, Bakugo sitting beside your hospital bed, one hand over yours, the other pressed gently to the swell of your belly as you slept.

“Dynamight at her side after late-night admission—sources confirm she was unconscious, baby remains stable…”

Kirishima saw the footage from his locker.

He stood still. Every hair along his neck prickled—not just at Bakugo’s hand on you, or the soft gaze that felt too personal—but the invasion itself.

You weren’t a headline. You were hurt. And someone had sold that moment for clicks.

His hands curled into fists.

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Scene — Hospital Edge, Distant Grassy Field

Katsuki didn’t ask why he was being followed when Kirishima showed up. He just knew—knew from the look in his eyes that it needed to happen.

They found a patch of open field behind the med-wing, scarred from training drills. No one else in sight.

Kirishima cracked his neck. “I saw it.”

“Not my fault they sold it,” Bakugo said lowly. “I didn’t even know I was being recorded.”

“You shouldn’t’ve touched her like that.”

“She was crying in her sleep. I wasn’t trying to replace you.”

Kirishima charged first.

The fight wasn’t clean—it was loud, grounded, messy. Earth shifted beneath them, punches thrown without quirks, without fanfare. Just muscle and fury.

By the time both men were breathing hard and dirt-smeared, they stood several feet apart, tension carved into their bodies.

“She picked you,” Katsuki said at last, chest heaving. “And yeah it fucking hurts. But we made peace.”

Kirishima didn’t answer.

“I’m not walking away from my kid,” Katsuki continued. “I’m here. That’s permanent. And if you ever mess this up…”

He stepped forward once, voice sharp as shrapnel.

“…I’m not asking permission next time.”

Kirishima stared back, wiped a smear of blood from his lip.

“Not a chance,” he said simply.

And for the first time in weeks… they didn’t hate each other.

They just hurt.

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Scene — U.A. HR Department, Two Days Later

You walked between them—Kirishima on your left, Katsuki on your right—every step into the HR building dragging behind you like a weighted coat.

Inside the room, tension sharpened as soon as the folders hit the desk.

“You are both reinstated, effective immediately,” the HR officer said to Katsuki and Kirishima.

You turned slightly, hopeful.

“…But [Hero Name], given your current status and the continued media visibility, we are placing you on medical leave, indefinite. Until this storm settles.”

Katsuki slammed his hand on the table. “Are you kidding me?”

Kirishima stood immediately. “That’s bullshit”

“She didn’t ask to be targeted,” Katsuki growled, “but you’re gonna bench her while she’s the one who got assaulted? What kind of fucking logic is that?”

“I’m sorry,” the HR rep said, too calm, “but if we don’t protect the agency’s image, there won’t be a roster to come back to.”

Bakugo was halfway out of his chair. “I’ll show you some fucking image—!”

You reached for his wrist. “It’s fine,” you said softly. “I need the time anyway.”

Katsuki didn’t sit down.

But he didn’t throw the table either.

Progress, barely.

---

Scene — U.A. Courtyard, Departing

The three of you walked out through the main campus gate.

Sunlight filtered through low clouds. It should have felt like relief.

Then—Rivet.

Leaning against a bench, smiling like a man who’d been waiting.

“Well, if it isn’t the golden trio,” he drawled. “Got your maternity medal yet? Or do you still need the dads to fight over naming rights?”

Katsuki froze.

Kirishima’s eyes narrowed.

Rivet smirked, arms crossed.

“You’re a cautionary tale, [Hero Name],” he added. “Heroes like you always break in the middle.”

That’s when the ground vibrated.

Katsuki’s palms lit orange. Shoulder already turning as if winding for the kill.

“Bakugo—” you warned.

But Kirishima stepped first—his arm unbreakable, catching Katsuki’s wrist mid-air.

“Not here,” he said low.

The heat eased.

But not the fury.

Katsuki looked between you both.

“We’re not done with him,” he said.

“No,” you said softly. “But we’re done today.”

And together—bruised, exhausted, and not quite whole—the three of you walked on.

Scene — Your Apartment, That Evening

You sat on the couch with a blanket draped over your lap, the warm glow of the lamp casting soft light across the room. Kirishima stood by the windows for a beat, arms crossed loosely, jaw set—not angry at you, but holding something back.

“I saw the photo,” he said quietly. “The one of Bakugo… holding you. While you slept.”

You looked down for a moment, then gestured gently for him to come closer. He did.

“Nothing happened,” you said, voice steady. “I was overwhelmed. He was… trying to be there. But I was asleep, Kiri. I didn’t know he touched me like that. I wouldn’t have asked him to.”

His brow softened, gaze dropping to your joined hands.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” you said gently. “But everything’s been moving so fast. The fallout, the HR meeting, this baby kicking like he’s ready for high school already…”

Kirishima chuckled—just once—but it eased the tension.

You reached up, cradled his face between your palms.

“I’m with you,” you said, firm now. “You. That hasn’t changed. It’s not going to. I’m your girlfriend. You’re the man I trust with all of this—not because it’s easy, but because you stayed. You keep staying.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to yours. “It’s just hard, you know? Seeing someone else get a piece of you… even a small one. Especially when all I want is to protect every inch of who you are.”

You smiled, pulling him onto the couch beside you and resting your head against his shoulder.

“I get it,” you murmured. “But no piece of me is going anywhere.”

And for a while, he just held you. No more questions. No more fear. Just the steady rhythm of two hearts still choosing each other.

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CHAPTER 50- Title: “Faultlines & First Vows”

Scene — Recovery Room

The second the door opened and you saw Kirishima’s face, your strength cracked in half.

“Kiri—” Your voice broke as you reached toward him with trembling hands.

He was across the room in two strides, scooping you gently into his arms where you sat propped in the bed. You collapsed against his chest, sobbing from a place so deep it felt like it had been waiting all day to be touched.

“I was scared,” you whispered. “I didn’t care what they did to me, I just… I kept thinking please—let my baby be okay. Let my son be okay.”

Kirishima held you tighter, voice thick. “You’re both here. And you’re not alone. Not ever again.”

His mouth brushed your temple. “I swear to you—I’m never leaving your side. You’ll never face anything like that by yourself again.”

You nodded into his collar, clinging to him like he was the only safe ground left after an earthquake.

Because maybe he was.

Scene — Hospital Break Area

Denki rubbed the back of his neck as Katsuki paced like a bomb with no timer. A news replay played muted overhead—flashes, your fall, the shouts of people who weren’t trying to help.

“They got into her private garage,” Katsuki growled. “That’s not a lucky guess. That’s someone giving them access.”

Denki frowned. “Security breach maybe?”

Katsuki shook his head. “No. That garage is badge-locked and mapped. Someone gave them access.”

His fists trembled, eyes dark. “And now she’s got another scar because of it.”

Scene — Corridor Outside Recovery, Later That Night

A nurse approached Kirishima softly. “Visiting hours are over. We’ll have to ask you to return tomorrow.”

Kiri kissed your hand once more. “I’ll be back first thing.”

He stepped into the hallway, just as Katsuki exited from the other end. They met halfway—reluctantly.

“You sticking around to make your next move?” Katsuki asked, voice low.

Kirishima’s jaw tightened. “You got something to say?”

Katsuki didn’t bark this time. He sounded… tired.

“I know I lost my shot. I know I screwed it up. And I know you didn’t want it to be like this.”

Kiri blinked, caught off guard by the weight in his voice.

“But she’s the mother of my son,” Bakugo said. “That’s not something you get to ignore just ‘cause your feelings are shiny and new. I’m not telling you to leave. I’m asking you to respect the line.”

“And what line is that?”

“That I can’t sit back and pretend it’s easy to watch this happen. Not when I haven’t even figured out how to forgive myself.”

For once—they didn’t explode.

They just stood in the rubble of what neither of them had the tools to fix.

Scene — Recovery Room, Later

You sat quietly, cradling your swollen belly, thumb brushing over the skin beneath the blanket. The moment hit without warning—a sob escaping your throat before you could breathe through it.

Katsuki appeared in the doorway just then.

His face fell. “Hey—what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t answer. Just wept harder.

He rushed to your side, dropping to one knee. “You’re okay. You’re okay. He’s okay.” His hand pressed to your bump. “We’re okay.”

You leaned into him, tears soaking his collar.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “For every moment I wasn’t there. For every word I threw at you when I should’ve just listened.”

He let his forehead rest against your belly.

“I’ll do better,” he whispered. “For him. For you. Even if it’s hard. Even if I don’t get it perfect.”

You laughed through your tears. “I’ll try to be less hormonal.”

He huffed. “You’ve got a baby inside you. You get to cry about fruit if you want.”

That made you laugh harder. Then… the stillness shifted. His hand moved to your cheek.

And you kissed. It was instinctual—gentle at first, then slowly rising into something full of memory and ache.

[Flashback: His POV]

That night… you’d come to his apartment soaked in rain and exhaustion. The fight had just ended. You’d let him in—one conversation, one breath at a time.

When you kissed him that night, he remembered thinking this isn’t just heat—it’s history. The press of your lips had been slow and searching, his hands finding your waist like he had a right to remember how you fit there.

He remembered how you trembled—not out of fear, but fragility. You’d let him take his time with you. He’d worshipped every inch like an apology he was too proud to speak.

The morning after, you smiled like you wanted to forgive him—but hadn’t decided yet.

And he hadn’t earned it anyway.

[Flashback: Your POV]

You remembered thinking maybe—maybe this meant something.

He was quiet that night in a way Katsuki never was. He hadn’t gripped you out of hunger. He’d held you like he was afraid you’d vanish.

You remembered how you curled against his chest after. How you wanted to believe he’d wake up softer. But morning came. And so did the wall between you.

[Back to Now]

The kiss deepened—fingers curling, breath catching. But you pulled back, a hand on his chest.

“I can’t.” He stilled. Didn’t move. Just stared at you.

“I love you,” you whispered. “I always will. But not like I love Kiri.” His eyes dropped. You reached for his hand. Placed it over your belly.

“We share a son. And for that, for him, I’ll always have love for what we had. Even if it hurt at first.”

Katsuki swallowed. Nodded once. The tears didn’t fall. But they were there.

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Chapter 49- Title: “Breaking Point”

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Scene One — Private Garage, Dusk

You slammed the car door harder than intended, jaw clenched tight from the sting of earlier words that hadn’t fully stopped echoing. The elevator to your apartment was just ahead.

Then a flash.

Then another.

Voices rose behind you. More aggressive than usual.

Three paparazzi stepped out from behind support beams—in the private garage.

“Miss [Hero Name]! Just one quote—”

“Are you seeing Red Riot and Dynamight?”

“Is it true you seduced—”

You turned sharply, clutching your bag tighter and hurrying your steps. But they swarmed, moving faster than expected. Too close.

You shoved past one of them—but another grabbed your elbow.

“Don’t touch me!”

The world tilted.

Your boot caught the edge of the ramp. You staggered, tried to catch yourself—but the grip on your arm yanked you backward.

Your shoulder twisted. Your head cracked against the concrete.

Whiteness.

Gasps. Someone cursed. A voice said, “She’s bleeding—oh my God—”

And then it all went black.

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Scene Two — Katsuki’s Apartment

Katsuki stood in his living room, pacing. Still too hot. Still too keyed up.

Why the hell would she be with him?

Why now?

Why does it feel like I’m chasing my own shadow?

He rubbed his jaw where you’d slapped him.

Then his phone vibrated. A news push notification lit the screen:

“BREAKING: Pregnant Pro Hero Falls During Altercation with Paparazzi. Caught on Video.”

He tapped.

The footage loaded—your scream, the stumble, the sickening thud as your body hit the pavement.

Blood.

And then—his phone rang.

“Emergency contact for [Hero Name], this is U.A. Medical—”

He was already out the door before they finished the sentence.

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Scene Three — City Streets

Kirishima walked alongside Denki on patrol, dragging his fingers across a phone screen when Denki cursed under his breath.

“Bro—turn on the news.”

Kiri looked. His heart dropped.

The image on screen was you—surrounded, falling, unmoving.

He didn’t wait.

He ran.

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Scene Four — Hospital, Recovery Bay

The beeping was steady.

You floated in and out, hearing voices but feeling like you were under water.

“…minor head trauma. No skull fracture…”

“…fetal monitoring, initiating scan—”

Katsuki burst into the room, eyes wild, voice almost breaking.

“Is she okay? What about the baby—is he okay?”

A doctor placed a hand on his chest, guiding him back. “Vitals are stable. We’re running the full scan now—please stay back.”

The door opened again.

“Is she—” Kiri began, breathless.

But the nurse stopped him. “Family only. And the child’s biological father.”

Kiri stepped forward. “I’m her boyfriend—”

“She doesn’t need you in here,” Katsuki snapped, stepping into view.

“She wants me here,” Kiri growled.

“You think this is about you? Get out.”

A tense pause.

Kirishima stepped back. No words. Just a glare hot enough to peel paint.

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Scene Five — Waiting Area

Kirishima threw the chair back, running both hands through his hair. Ari was at his side. Kaminari, too.

“She could’ve died,” Kiri muttered, fist clenched. “They dragged her down like she was prey.”

Denki offered a cold bottle of water. “She’s in good hands, man.”

“Am I?” Kiri muttered. “Not even allowed in the fucking room.”

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Scene Six — Recovery Room

You stirred.

Then thrashed.

“Stop—stop—don’t touch me—get off—!”

Katsuki was at your side in a second, voice low, hand at your cheek. “Hey—hey, you’re safe. It’s just me. You’re okay. The baby’s okay.”

Your breathing slowed.

Tears welled. You curled in on yourself. “I thought I lost him.”

“You didn’t,” he said, still holding your hand. “He’s strong. Just like you.”

You met his eyes. Quiet.

Then gently: “Can you get Kirishima?”

Katsuki didn’t move for a second.

Then he nodded.

Left the room with clenched fists.

And told the waiting room in a low, hoarse voice: “She’s awake. The baby’s okay. You can go in now.”

Kirishima didn’t speak.

He just moved.

Straight into the room.

And the door closed behind him.

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