Pregnant FemReader, come sit with me real quick. Every Katsuki x Reader fic I’ve read has him totally shocked, but honestly? I don’t think so. In my head, he’d catch on before you did. Maybe not instantly, but he’d notice the little changes way before you ever thought to take a test.
Katsuki knew something was off before you did.
He always noticed everything about you.
It started with the workouts.
You were halfway through your warm-up set, something you could usually breeze through, when your breath staggered a little. Not dramatically. Not enough that anyone else would notice it.
But Katsuki wasn’t “anyone.”
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look up fully. Just shifted his weight to glance at you from the corner of his eye, tracking the way your shoulders tensed and your exhale came out shaky.
“You good?” he said, which for him meant: I’ve already decided something’s weird, give me the data.
“I’m fine,” you huffed, wiping your forehead. “Just tired.”
“Tired from what? You just woke up,” he muttered, turning back to his weights. But he dragged a towel toward you with his foot, pretending it was no big deal.
It was literally freezing in the house. He kept it cold on purpose so he could sleep like a damn dragon in a meat locker. But you were sweating through your shirt like you’d run a marathon.
He didn’t comment. Just adjusted the thermostat a few degrees up with a grunt and tossed one of his softer shirts at you.
“You’re burning up,” he said. “Wear that.”
You gave him a sleepy smile and he pretended he didn’t melt. Just grunted again.
You found yourself eating his food. His food. The kind that had a warning label in your mind. He watched you steal a bite of his extra-spicy noodles like you’d reached across the table to kiss a cobra.
“You want more?” he asked slowly.
He slid the bowl toward you, suspicious, but quiet. The next day the pantry was stocked with your new favorite spicy snacks, like it had always been that way.
Then the mood shifts, the naps, the tiny sounds of discomfort you tried to hide. He heard everything. Saw everything. Filed it all away.
He didn’t tell you he’d left work an hour early. Didn’t mention the detour to your favorite takeout place or the pharmacy tucked two blocks down. He walked in the door like nothing was unusual.
“Katsuki?” you called from the living room. “You’re home early.”
“So what?” He set the bag on the kitchen counter. “I can’t come home now?”
You peeked over, smiling already. “What’d you bring?”
“Stuff.” He didn’t elaborate. “Sit down.”
He unpacked the food quietly, plating yours first. He even peeled the lid back for you because he knew you always struggled with it and refused to admit it.
You sat across from him, eating like a starving wolf. He didn’t touch his own meal. Just watched you chew, elbows on the table, chin resting on his fist.
You paused. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“I’m not staring,” he said immediately. Then continued staring.
When you finished, he let the silence sit for a second before sliding a small box across the table.
You blinked slowly. “…What is this supposed to mean?”
“You know what it means.”
Your hand hovered over the box but didn’t touch it. “Do I look fat? Is that what this is?”
Katsuki sat back and groaned into his palms. “You don’t look fat. Stop talkin’ before you piss me off.”
You scowled. “Then why are you handing me a pregnancy test?”
He lifted his head and looked at you, all sharp lines and soft eyes.
“You’ve been exhausted for weeks,” he started, counting each point on his fingers. “You’re sweating even when it’s freezing. You can’t finish a workout you’ve done a thousand times. You’re hot all the time. Your balance is off. You’re eating my spicy food like it’s nothing. You cry at commercials now. You smell different.”
“Yeah. And your boobs hurt.”
You froze. “…How did you know that?”
“You flinch every time you take your bra off,” he shot back. “I’m not blind.”
You swallowed hard. Your heart was loud. Too loud.
His voice softened. Just barely. “Just take it. Please.”
And when you came back from the bathroom, the look on your face was all he needed. You didn’t even have to speak. Your hands were shaking.
He crossed the room in two strides, took your hands, looked into your eyes… and exhaled, long and low, like he’d been holding his breath for weeks.
You let out a watery laugh. “You’re not even shocked?”
“Why would I be shocked?” he said, pulling you against him and tucking your face into his chest. “You think I wouldn’t notice what’s happening to you? I know you. Better than anybody.”
Your voice trembled. “Are you… happy?”
He squeezed you once, hard. His cheek pressed to your hair.
“I’m happy,” he said quietly. “I’m… really damn happy.”
His thumbs brushed your back. His breath warmed your ear.
“And I’m gonna take care of you. Both of you. So don’t start freaking out on me.”
You laughed into his shirt, and he held you tighter.
Because Katsuki Bakugou had known long before that test ever existed.
He’d known the second your world shifted.
And he adjusted himself, his habits, his entire routine…
because that’s what you do when the person you love is carrying your future.
Writers Note: I’m writing multiple stories rn, bouncing between them, and in the middle of it this pops into my head. I absolutely had to get it out😚
tangentwithtanner
stormborns
blakekathryn
areudirty
snowghoul
yousharknotpass
romaincrisis
dededos
