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Author: Maxine Pairings: BakuDeku Rating: R Chapters: 21/? Notes: Accidental quirk shenanigans result in an unplanned pregnancy. Post-canon, no a/b/o dynamics. Summary: It's not that Katsuki didn't want kids. He figured he'd have them one day, probably. That he and Izuku would adopt or maybe figure something else out. This is NOT how it was supposed to go. ~~~~~ CHAPTER 21 All Might shows up at 4:00 PM on the dot, half hidden behind a stack of gift bags and two massive All Might-themed teddy bears.

“I am here!” he whisper-yells, craning his neck around the tower of presents and beaming at the pair of them. “And I am being quiet so as not to wake any potentially sleeping babies!”

Izuku grins back at him, quickly ushering him inside, while Kacchan shuffles his feet somewhat awkwardly in the background – Izuku can tell he wants to help unload all the gifts off All Might, but he’s still restricted from lifting too much for probably another month or so.

“You don’t gotta be quiet,” Katsuki says, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep from reaching for anything. “She’s sleeping upstairs. And she’ll probably be up soon anyway.”

“What is all this?” Izuku asks, as he gleefully takes one of the bears. “All Might, you didn’t have to bring us anything!”

“Nonsense! It would never do to show up empty-handed. But don’t worry–” He sets the other bear down gently on the step above the genkan. “This one is for Young Miss Kaminari. I understand they’re in one of the houses just across the street?”

“That’s right,” Izuku says. He takes some of the gift bags next and gestures for All Might to follow him further into the house. “We bought at the same time.”

“How fortunate that you’ll be able to raise your children near each other.”

“I don’t know if fortunate is the right word,” Katsuki mutters under his breath, which just makes Izuku roll his eyes.

“Kacchan likes to act like he wasn’t encouraging them the entire time.”

“I wasn’t sure if they would be home,” All Might says quickly, before Kacchan has a chance to fire snark back at Izuku. “I didn’t want to intrude.”

“Tch…” Katsuki pulls out his phone. “I’ll text ‘em and see.”

All Might nods and grins again. “Thank you! And thank you again for the invitation.”

“Sorry we’re not fully set up here yet.” Izuku scratches sheepishly at the back of his head. “It’s been kind of hectic. I promise we’ll have more furniture eventually.”

“I think it looks wonderful. No need to apologize on my account. In fact, I was nearly the one who would’ve had to apologize!” All Might reaches into one of the bags, fishing around for a moment before he pulls out some kind of rolled up tapestry. “I almost showed up with gifts only for Young Miss Bakugou and nothing for the birthday boy!”

He holds it out and Izuku accept it almost reverently, hands careful like it’s his child he’s handling and not–

“It’s a limited-edition Young Age wall scroll!”

Not “A limited-edition Young Age wall scroll?!” Izuku repeats, voice immediately kicking up several notches and decibels too high. “Weren’t these only available in the United States??”

“Correct!”

“Oh, damn,” Kacchan says, crowding in to look as Izuku quickly unfurls it. “What, you just had an extra lying around?”

“Correct again! Here.” All Might starts pointing at the various presents around them. “The red and blue bags are from me. That yellow one is from Aizawa, and the lovely purple bag covered in glitter is courtesy of a very excited Young Shimano who overheard me telling Principal Nezu that I would be leaving campus directly after my last class today.”

“Mahoro?” Izuku asks brightly, gaze widening in pleasant surprise. “Really? That’s so sweet.”

“She’s not the only student who had well-wishes to pass along,” All Might says. “Evidently word spread quickly and there were quite a few in the hero classes who wanted to send their regards. Those packages there are from three very concerned boys in Aizawa’s homeroom.”

Katsuki blinks. “The fuck?”

“Aw, Kacchan.” Izuku sidles up to him, smile stretching wide as Kacchan’s cheeks flush pink. “Your students love you!”

“It’s just those three,” Katsuki grumbles. “They latched on for some reason.”

“There are a few other teachers in the mix, but please feel free to open everything on your own time.” All Might checks to make sure he didn’t miss anything, helping Izuku to make a neat little pile on the kitchen counter. “I don’t wish to overwhelm you.”

“This is…so generous of everyone,” Izuku says, glancing from one bag to the next. He’s nosy, gosh, he does kind of want to tear into all of them right now, but Kacchan looks like he’d rather do literally anything else. He’s still red in the face and slightly bug-eyed, clearly flustered. “Thank you so much, All Might.” Continue reading at AO3. Through chapter 21 now posted!

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A good night’s sleep

Izuku had  had enough. He was 35 weeks pregnant and his entire body hurt, and his husband's snoring was the last straw. He had tried to be nice, he had gently nudged Katsuki and asked him to roll over. He had vigorously shaken him and demanded he roll over, nothing seemed to work. Izuku understood he was a pro hero and a very tired man after work, but his patience had run out. Pregnancy had his body in a state of disarray; his legs were swollen, his hips ached, he had a baby's head resting firmly in his pelvis and his bladder was none too happy. What he needed right now was sleep and there was only one way he could see himself getting any. Izuku rolled himself off the bed, took the corners of the sheet in his hands and announced "Last chance, Kacchan, roll over." Izuku needed to get sleep and he knew it. He was 35 weeks pregnant and had just gotten up to pee for the millionth time and his husband was still snoring away happily in bed.  Don't get him wrong, Izuku wasn't upset that his husband was sleeping, not at all. He was however unhappy that Katsuki was snoring. That god awful sound had been grating on his nerves for weeks and tonight was the final straw. You see, Izuku had been kind, he had gently shaken his husband and asked him to roll over. Unfortunately Katsuki had just made a god awful noise like a leaf blower choking and slept on without a care in the world. From there Izuku may have escalated things and vigorously manhandled his husband and yelled that he needed to roll his sorry ass over or sleep on the couch. To this Katsuki had very little reaction, he did what Izuku called "gobbling air" and then farted in his sleep and left Izuku very angry. It was when Izuku was hovering over his dear husband's face with a pillow that he began to wonder how they had gotten to this point. Was smothering him really the answer to his problems? NO, of course not. He would surely regret that in the morning....or when the body started to smell. It was then that Izuku had a stroke of genius, an idea that would surely bear fruit. He gently rolled his hugely pregnant self off the edge of the bed and grabbed the corners of the sheet firmly.  Once more he tried to encourage his husband to do the right thing, "Kacchan, please roll over, your snoring is keeping me awake."  To which Katsuki grumbled, groaned, and choked on a snore before starting back up again at max volume. Izuku gripped the sheet tighter in his hands before mumbling to himself, "you've left me no choice." Then he used 1% to pull the sheet taught and roll his husband onto the floor with an unceremonious thump. Izuku wasted no time climbing back into bed and laying back down, he had sleep to catch up on after all. Katsuki growled, groaned and sat up on the floor, "what the hell happened?" he moaned, holding his head. "You were snoring and I asked you to roll over, you must have overdone it," Izuku sighed, nuzzling into his pillow, "goodnight Kacchan."

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Author: Maxine Pairings: BakuDeku Rating: R Chapters: 20/? Notes: Accidental quirk shenanigans result in an unplanned pregnancy. Post-canon, no a/b/o dynamics. Summary: It's not that Katsuki didn't want kids. He figured he'd have them one day, probably. That he and Izuku would adopt or maybe figure something else out. This is NOT how it was supposed to go. ~~~~~ CHAPTER 20 “Hey, you asked ME to marry you. Dunno what that says about your taste.” Katsuki pauses for a beat. “Actually, you kind of just told me we were getting married.”

“I figured it was a forgone conclusion,” Izuku says loftily, and Katsuki flushes all over again. Izuku lowers Toshiko from his shoulder, watching in some kind of muted amazement as one of her legs kicks out before immediately folding back up against her body. Her tiny fists flail around like she doesn’t quite know what to do with them and her big eyes blink open, unfocused stare gazing vaguely in Izuku’s direction.

Even though he knows he’s mostly just a colorless blob to her right now.

He draws her in close, sticking his face a few inches from hers, and beams down at her. “Hello, beautiful,” he coos, and she squeaks some kind of hiccupping grunt back at him. Predictably, it makes his heart swell fifteen sizes in his chest, and a soft laugh tumbles out of him before he glances Kacchan’s way again. “Should we try doing her first bath today?”

“She’s been home five minutes and you already wanna traumatize her?”

“She might like it!”

“She might scream.” Katsuki shrugs anyway, though. “But sure, I guess. Have to do it eventually. She’s only been sponged down since they cut her out of me.”

“You have such a way with words, Kacchan.”

Katsuki ignores him and heads off toward their bedroom. “Did you check in with the agency at all? How are things there?”

“I swung by real quick a couple days ago.” Izuku trails after him. “They’re fine; they picked up a new intern to help while I’m out. But Mirio-senpai wanted to know why he hasn’t seen any pictures of Miss Great Explosion Murder Baby in the Lemillion onesie he claims to know we have.”

The bedroom is a little more furnished than the rest of the apartment. Their bed is still there, obviously, as well as the bassinet, and Izuku cleared off the top of his dresser so they can lay down a changing pad. They’ve got a diaper pail and a whole mountain of other basic baby supplies, plus most of her clothes, and Izuku even made sure to pick up Hasegawa’s teal and orange baby blanket from the house the last time he was there.

Kacchan sweeps a quick look around, noting everything, then glances back at Izuku. “Ah. That’s because I told Hasegawa about the lame-ass shopping spree I went on before I even knew I was pregnant.” He takes a seat somewhat gingerly on the edge of the bed. “…We could take some pictures now.”

“Yeah?” Izuku says eagerly.

“I didn’t spam everyone enough from the hospital,” Katsuki says. An epic lie, but Izuku’s not going to call him on it. It was really only the class chat and their parents anyway. They still need to properly announce her to almost everyone else. “And she was basically only in the shit they gave us. We have way cuter things here.”

That part’s true – if she was even clothed at all, that is. Unless they had visitors, Toshiko spent a good portion of her first few days just swaddled in blankets. Ease of access for all the skin-to-skin contact they were encouraged to do.

Izuku brought one of the Mitsuki-made onesies to dress her in for the trip home, though. It’s a soft, pastel green with a cheerful purple flower stitched across the chest. Legless, since it’s July and all. Toshiko still has a bit of that spindly newborn look to her, but she’s already back up to her birth weight and starting to hint at getting some adorably chunky little thighs.

She’s so stinking cute that Izuku wants to take a bite out of her, which makes no sense at all but also somehow seems like a perfectly logical thing to think.

“I bought an All Might bow,” he admits, and Kacchan just grins at him.

“Lemillion onesie,” he decides. “Best Jeanist shoes.”

Izuku nearly chokes on the laugh that bursts out of him. “You’re kidding.”

“We have to! At least once. Since I bought the damn things.” Kacchan reaches for the crocheted blanket Izuku had left folded on the corner of the bed. “And the All Might bow. We’ll pile her on this and send it to everyone to tell ‘em she’s home.” Continue reading at AO3. Through chapter 20 now posted!

Check out the amazing art posted over on twitter!! I commissioned some beautiful pieces from @habken and then some other incredible artists also drew baby girl. I feel so lucky, everything is SO PRECIOUS and fantastic. Please show the artists some love!

Art by Habs.

Art by Ari.

Art by Nuru.

Thank you so much!! 💚🧡💚🧡

[serasarahhhh]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Author: Maxine Pairings: BakuDeku Rating: R Chapters: 18/? Notes: Accidental quirk shenanigans result in an unplanned pregnancy. Post-canon, no a/b/o dynamics. Summary: It's not that Katsuki didn't want kids. He figured he'd have them one day, probably. That he and Izuku would adopt or maybe figure something else out. This is NOT how it was supposed to go. ~~~~~ CHAPTER 18 “That was over a minute,” Kyouka says. “I’m getting in the car, I’ll be there in ten. CALL MIDORIYA.”

And then she hangs up. Presumably so Katsuki will actually fucking listen to her.

To be fair, he tries to. He gives up and punches the speed dial for Deku, but he’s not surprised when there’s no answer. Like he said, he knew Deku would be caught up in a bunch of bullshit today.

He tries again anyway. And then a third time, just for good measure.

Still no response, though.

Which is fine. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine.

Everything he knows about the labor process tells him that IF this is the real thing (it’s probably not), then he’s likely still got hours before things really get moving (which they won’t).

Deku will be home by then.

So he’s FINE.

Katsuki’s resumed pacing around the living room by the time Kyouka shows up and lets herself in. She doesn’t have Kanami with her, which is probably smart, but Katsuki still shoots her a pouty sort of frown anyway.

“Where’s the baby?”

“Denki’s mom has her.” Kyouka tosses her keys and bag onto the couch and walks right up to Katsuki, grabbing his arm. “Did you call him?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t answer.”

She takes that in stride, sighing. “Alright. Anything else happen before I got here?”

Katsuki shakes his head. “Not yet.” He glowers down at his stomach. “I feel fuckin’ insane. There’s no way this is happening already.”

“It’s kind of hard to tell with you.” Kyouka takes a step back and eyes him up and down. “If you were anyone else, I’d say there’s no point even worrying about it until your contractions are a lot closer together. And that can take forever. But…”

Her brows draw down as she stares at his stomach and Katsuki’s impatience gets the better of him. “But?”

“I don’t know!” Kyouka throws an arm out, gesturing at the entirety of his body. “Labor can progress really quickly sometimes, and what the hell happens if it does? Like you said – where does she go?”

That’s a really great question. And not one Katsuki particularly wants to think about.

He ends up just shrugging because trying to figure out an answer is honestly terrifying.

“I dunno,” he mutters unhelpfully. Kyouka lets out an exasperated sound and Katsuki ignores her in favor of poking at his stomach a bit, before suddenly twisting his hand outward and curling his fingers into fake claws. “Maybe she’ll just Alien out of me or something.”

“Oh my fucking god, Katsuki.” Continue reading at AO3. Through chapter 18 now posted!

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Author: Maxine Pairings: BakuDeku Rating: R Chapters: 17/? Notes: Accidental quirk shenanigans result in an unplanned pregnancy. Post-canon, no a/b/o dynamics. Summary: It's not that Katsuki didn't want kids. He figured he'd have them one day, probably. That he and Izuku would adopt or maybe figure something else out. This is NOT how it was supposed to go. ~~~~~ CHAPTER 17 In a very unfortunate turn of events, and a case of really shitty timing, Katsuki’s at U.A. the first time it happens.

The good news, at least, is that they’re not all the way out at the U.S.J.

The bad news is that he’s surrounded by Aizawa’s first years, and Aizawa himself, and that’s just fucking awkward.

Frogger’s got the kids running a rescue simulation at Ground Beta. They’re using one of the abandoned buildings to practice in while Katsuki observes from a distance – a bit uselessly, but everyone has insisted he can’t go over there because they’re setting off some minor explosions in the area to imitate a villain attack.

Tch, like Katsuki couldn’t explode any shit that comes his way right back.

“How are you feeling?” Aizawa asks, standing next to him with his arms folded across his chest.

Katsuki shoots him a look, eyebrows raised somewhat skeptically, then rolls one shoulder in a half shrug. “What, like in general?”

“Here,” the older man clarifies. “At U.A. Have you settled into teaching?” He pauses for a beat, and then adds: “And also in general, yes.”

“I’m okay,” Katsuki says. “Teaching is…good. Better than expected, if I’m being honest.”

“I’ve heard positive things from the students.” Aizawa jerks his chin in Tsuyu’s direction. “You and Asui seem to make a surprisingly good match.”

“Eh. She doesn’t really need me here, but I’m–”

Whoa.

Katsuki flinches suddenly. Braces a hand against his stomach, which is something he tries not to do a whole lot when there are nosy teenagers around. They might all know, but that doesn’t mean he wants to be constantly reminding everyone about the batshit situation he’s found himself in. So he does his best not to draw extra attention to it.

The sudden motion does catch Aizawa’s eye, though. He glances over, but Katsuki doesn’t notice.

He’s too distracted by the way his entire stomach just went tight. So fucking tight. His belly is rock hard beneath his hand and what the hell? Continue reading at AO3. Through chapter 17 now posted!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Author: Maxine Pairings: BakuDeku Rating: R Chapters: 19/? Notes: Accidental quirk shenanigans result in an unplanned pregnancy. Post-canon, no a/b/o dynamics. Summary: It's not that Katsuki didn't want kids. He figured he'd have them one day, probably. That he and Izuku would adopt or maybe figure something else out. This is NOT how it was supposed to go. ~~~~~ CHAPTER 19 Katsuki stares up at the ceiling. He’s flat on his back on the bed, which isn’t really comfortable, but nothing’s comfortable anymore so it’s not like that fucking matters. His feet are planted on the floor, and he’s wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that still barely stretches over his stomach.

Honestly, he’s so beyond caring what he looks like at this point.

There’s a rolling feeling in his stomach, right beneath his palm. Over the last week or two there’s been a distinct change in her movements – less sudden jabbing, which is a goddamn relief. It’s been…softer? More subtle. Still pretty dang frequent, though, so he knows it’s not something to be concerned about.

“Your dad’s ready to meet you.” Katsuki gives a gentle press against the top of his belly. “The other one, I mean. I am, too, but – Izuku’s bouncing off the walls levels of excited.” His mouth curves, fondness flooding through him. “He’s such a nerd. Fuck, what’re you gonna call us?”

Dad, daddy, papa… Old man.

Deku can have daddy.

Katsuki might go with papa.

Pops?

Pa.

Dad.

God, he’s really about to be a dad.

“Maybe I should stop holding you hostage,” Katsuki whispers, and there’s another sweeping motion under his hand.

(He’s going to miss that.) Continue reading at AO3. Through chapter 19 now posted!

Check out the amazing art posted over on twitter!! I commissioned some beautiful pieces from @habken (included in the chapter, as well) and then some other incredible artists also drew baby girl. I feel so lucky, everything is SO PRECIOUS and fantastic. Please show the artists some love!

Art by Habs.

Art by Ari.

Art by Nuru.

Thank you so much!! 💚🧡💚🧡

[serasarahhhh]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Author: Maxine Pairings: BakuDeku Rating: R Chapters: 14/? Notes: Accidental quirk shenanigans result in an unplanned pregnancy. Post-canon, no a/b/o dynamics. Summary: It's not that Katsuki didn't want kids. He figured he'd have them one day, probably. That he and Izuku would adopt or maybe figure something else out. This is NOT how it was supposed to go. ~~~~~ CHAPTER 14 “OI!” Katsuki barks at the rest of the room, even though most of its occupants are already staring at him with arched eyebrows. He swallows as everyone else turns their attention toward him, trying not to fidget in place or do anything that would make him fall. He’s not exactly at his usual level of coordination these days. “Real quick. Uh. I know I was kind of a last-minute addition to the staff roster and maybe some of you are wondering what the hell I’m doing here.” “Recovering from a thing!” Present Mic shouts, and then gives him a double thumbs up when Katsuki scowls. At his side, Vlad King starts snickering. “No – goddammit.” Katsuki huffs. “Look, I’ve been off field work for a few weeks and was getting sick of hanging around my agency not doing shit.” He tips his head in Tsuyu’s direction. “Froppy here was nice enough to suggest letting me double up with her and somehow we got Principal Nezu onboard. Probably just taking pity on me, but whatever. I’m gonna be even more of a pain for you people to deal with than I was in school because…” Katsuki cuts both hands in toward his stomach, more or less framing the bulging curve there. “I’m pregnant. Got hit with a Quirk. Shit happened. It’s Deku’s.” He puffs out a breath and jerks forward into a slight bow. “Thanks in advance for putting up with me, I guess.” “Young Bakugou, please get down,” All Might hisses out in an overly frantic tone, and this time Katsuki does as told. He even accepts the hand the older man holds out to assist him. “See, now that explains it,” a gruff voice says. Katsuki looks up to find Hound Dog stroking the bottom of his muzzle in a thoughtful sort of way. Most of the rest of the room seems completely unphased – likely a byproduct of having years under their belts as both pro heroes and teachers who’ve mentored hundreds of students with all manner of Quirks. They’ve all seen some shit, Katsuki realizes, and the bit of tension that had locked up his shoulders abruptly drains away. This probably isn’t even close to the weirdest thing any of them have dealt with. “Explains what?” Katsuki asks, somewhat warily. Hound Dog shrugs. “Your smell.” “…What?” “You smell pregnant. It was throwing me off.” “WHAT?!” “Maaaan, you’ve gotta share things like that!” Present Mic yells over at Houng Dog. “Spill the tea, share the juice, give me the gossip! How many times do I gotta tell you?!” “Way too early,” Aizawa grumbles again. He pulls open a drawer of a nearby desk and whips out a yellow sleeping bag that’s seen far better days. “Somebody wake me up when the opening ceremony starts.” “Shouta, did you know?” Present Mic demands, spinning toward him before Aizawa can fully disappear beneath the desk. “Shouta! HEY. Did you know??” “Oh man, I’m so glad I signed on this year,” Tokage utters in awe. She looks a little too gleeful, honestly. “This is great.” Tsuyu nods in agreement. “I wonder if it’s always this eventful.” “What the fuck does he mean, I smell pregnant,” Katsuki asks, scandalized. “Is that a fucking thing? Do I stink??” “It’s just his Quirk, Bakugou.” Tsuyu gives him a reassuring pat on the arm. “He probably picked up on the hormonal changes. Don’t worry about it. Want to go over the plans for our first classes?” Alright, well that’s gross and terrible to know. Continue reading at AO3. Through chapter 14 now posted!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Author: Maxine Pairings: BakuDeku Rating: R Chapters: 15/? Notes: Accidental quirk shenanigans result in an unplanned pregnancy. Post-canon, no a/b/o dynamics. Summary: It's not that Katsuki didn't want kids. He figured he'd have them one day, probably. That he and Izuku would adopt or maybe figure something else out. This is NOT how it was supposed to go. ~~~~~ CHAPTER 15 “Holy shit,” Katsuki utters, walking right up to the bed and just staring. Izuku’s slack-jawed himself, but he makes sure he grips Kaminari in a tight hug before doing anything else. “Fuck, you really did it,” Kacchan continues in near-disbelief. “Yep,” Kyouka says, lips quirking. She brushes a gentle touch over her daughter’s chubby cheek. “Didn’t have much of a choice, really, once it started. She was ready.” Kaminari releases Izuku from his clutches and walks with him over to the baby. “Oh, wow,” Izuku murmurs. His eyes go wet – typical, honestly – but he beams through the tears. “Kyouka. She’s amazing.” “I know, right?” Kaminari says excitedly. “All ten fingers and toes.” He bends close to Kyouka so she can pass the baby over to him. “She’s pretty bald right now, but it looks like she’s gonna have Kyouka’s hair.” Carefully, he tugs her little beanie off so they can see the wispy purple strands covering her head. “Maybe not her Quirk, though.” True, it doesn’t seem like she has Kyouka’s earphone jacks. “Could mean she’ll have yours, though,” Izuku says, keeping his volume low as he leans in. Kanami is still sound asleep and has been since they got there, so Izuku sure doesn’t want to be the one who accidentally wakes her up. “Gosh, she looks just like you guys.” He doesn’t know how accurate that actually is right now, but he figures it’s the sort of thing people say. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Katsuki wrinkling his nose up in a doubtful sort of way, but thank goodness he doesn’t actually voice his disagreement out loud. Instead, he says, “Not bad, Ears. Congrats.” Kyouka snorts. “Woo, I did it,” she cheers, flat but teasing. “Pushed a whole human out of my body.” “Yeah, thank fuck I don’t gotta do that.” Katsuki glances from baby Kanami to Kyouka and back again. “Like…she ain’t that big but still. How the hell.” “Oh, trust me,” Kyouka intones, barking out a quick laugh. “She FELT big.” “You want to hold her?” Kaminari asks, and whether that’s directed toward Izuku or Katsuki, he’s not sure, but Izuku instantly chirps out a, “YES!” and thrusts his arms out. Kaminari carefully hands her over, making sure Izuku’s supporting everything he’s supposed to and that his daughter is safe and secure before he backs off a tad. And that’s about when Izuku’s world finally tilts off its axis. She’s such a little thing. And she feels fragile. Not in an unusual way or anything, as far as he can tell, but just… Izuku’s so much bigger. And he’s clumsy sometimes, oh god. His hands are huge, his arms bulky with muscle, Kanami looks itty bitty nestled against him and it’s WILD. He’s suddenly so terrified something will happen to her because of him, even though there’s really not much that could happen. Because he’s being careful, SO careful, and he would never do anything stupid that would harm her, but it’s just this – this FEELING. It sweeps through him, protective and fierce and god, Kanami isn’t even his! Holy crap, what the heck. Some kind of sound escapes him – awed, scared, amazed, who knows. His voice is choked when he speaks. “Hi, Kana-chan,” he whispers. She lets out a little mewl, squirming for a few seconds in her blanket before she settles again, and Izuku melts. “Welcome to the world, baby girl.” Continue reading at AO3. Through chapter 15 now posted!