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Side Effects

chapter 1: nausea

Nausea woke Uraraka up from her slumber that morning.

It was like a stabbing pain in her stomach, a tiny demon trying to claw its way through all the layers of flesh but ultimately only taking route in her throat. She ripped the covers off of herself and flung herself out the dorm room door, just barely making it to the bathroom at the end of the hall. By the end of it she was glistening with sweat and shaking, sitting on the cool tile of the floor to try and regulate her temperature. She hated the feeling of being both hot and cold at the same time. She vaguely wondered if this was how Todoroki felt sometimes.

Uraraka took a couple of deep breaths before willing herself to stand up on quivering legs. She had been feeling ill for a few days now, but it was only when she woke up then her symptoms would mysteriously disappear for the remainder of the day. She figured she was just overworking herself and her body was catching up to the stress in the mornings and then dissipating in the afternoons. Midoriya, Iida, and even Bakugou urged her to go see Recovery Girl but she would insist she was fine.

The previous day she remembered feeling a little faint during the one-on-one matches with her classmates. She tried to pass it off as her quirk acting up again despite having strengthened its usage during the past year. However, she really saw no other possible explanations so she pushed through the nausea and fatigue, throwing punches and floating over her opponents. When describing the feelings to Iida and Midoriya the former had scolded her about taking care of herself while Midoriya stammered through telling her to go to Recovery Girl once again.

But Uraraka was stubborn and a little nausea was nothing. She could handle it, especially since before she had a better handle on her quirk she would throw up if she went just over her limit. Puking every morning however? That was getting a little tedious. She used to puke whenever she overused her quirk and that was too much.

Uraraka reached for the doorknob so she could go curl up in bed for another hour or so before class but before she could do so, a bang resounded on the other side.

“Oi.” Uraraka stumbled, socks causing her to slip on tile a bit. “Whoever’s in there, get out. I gotta piss.” Bakugou’s voice was gravely from sleep and Uraraka rolled her eyes. Typical Bakugou, grouchy as ever despite only being awake for maybe five minutes, if that. He was always in a mood no matter what time of day it was. It was actually quite annoying.

She cracked the door open and was met with the red, menacing glare of Bakugou Katsuki. When he saw her he didn’t let up but only squinted further, shoving the door open a little more. With his voice lowered and face inching closer to hers, he muttered to her, “Are you still feeling shitty? Why won’t you stop being stubborn and just go see Recovery Girl?”

Uraraka turned her nose up high and sniffed. “I’m fine.”

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow, eyes settling back to normal from their narrowed state. “You just puked your guts up, you’re not fine.”

“I said I’m- hey, wait, Katsuki.” Uraraka grunted as Bakugou grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her back down the hall to her dorm room, opening it for her and pulling her inside. He didn’t release her wrist but just stared at her expectantly.

“Get in bed.” Bakugou pointed to the mattress in the corner of the room.

Uraraka bit the inside of her cheek and looked away, arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t move, standing her ground.

Surprisingly enough, this was a frequent occurrence. Living on the same floor as your significant other was perfect for midnight rendezvous and for forcing your sick girlfriend back into bed so she could rest. Although, it didn’t work when said girlfriend was too stubborn to listen to you. Therefore, when Uraraka felt herself being lifted off the ground through something that was not zero gravity she yelped and grabbed onto a muscular arm.

“Katsuki, please!”

“Shut up you damn woman!” He laid her, more like dropped her, into the bed and pulled the covers up and over her. “Stay in the fucking bed. Go to Recovery Girl to get your shit sorted out. I don’t wanna see you in class.”

“Whatever, dad .” Uraraka pouted but tucked the sheets up to her chin. Bakugou gave her a tiny little smirk before leaving her room, the door slamming behind him. Uraraka was going to get back up out of spite but fatigue washed over her, forcing her to remain under the warmth of the covers.

The two of them had been dating (in secret of course, they didn’t want their classmates making a whole big to-do about it) since the end of their first year. When they found out they would still be living in the dorms for the second and third years at UA they figured they could make it work to their advantage. And, it proved to be very convenient late at night when they wanted to spend time together without having to worry about the prying eyes of their friends.

Bakugou had been the one to confess to her. It was awkward as any confession was but it had charmed her. Uraraka didn’t know why she had agreed to come to the rooftop that day but she did and she was really glad she had. Their spark was like no other and it gave her butterflies every time Bakugou held her hand or wrapped his arms around her.

And here they were months later, Bakugou taking care of her in his own special way. If he could he would probably shove a bunch of medicine down her throat but he knew she would struggle all throughout so he didn’t even bother. He would drag her to Recovery Girl if he could only find a way to make sure her fingertips didn’t touch.

Uraraka yawned and stretched her arms over her head. She figured she could rest for a couple of more moments, not because Bakugou told her to but because she was tired.

The next thing she knew her alarm was blaring and she had thirty minutes to get ready before she had to get to class. She didn’t even remember getting into bed or when Bakugou had even left. She quickly got up, ignoring the queasiness in her stomach, rushing to get her uniform on. She always had trouble tying the tie but when she finally got it she got her bag and raced to meet Tsuyu outside of her room.

“Good morning Ochako-chan.” Tsuyu croaked and Uraraka broke into a smile.

“Good morning!” Uraraka chirped and they walked in comfortable silence to their classroom where most of their classmates were already gathered, ready for the morning’s lessons. Uraraka made eye contact with Bakugou’s challenging gaze and she only beamed, her tongue poking out only slightly between her teeth. Bakugou snarled but looked down at his phone once more, knowing he couldn’t make a scene in front of everybody else.

His softer side, as Uraraka referred to it, was for her and her eyes only. Bakugou would never be able to live it down anyway.

“Good morning, Uraraka-kun!” Midoriya greeted as he sat in his seat. He was as bright as ever, green hair untamed and tie tied in one too many knots. Iida was not too far behind him, Todoroki trailing just beyond him as well. They were a little squad, Uraraka thinking that Midoriya resembled a mother duck with her two little ducklings following right behind. Wherever Midoriya was it was always guaranteed that Todoroki or Iida were never far behind.

Uraraka would lump herself in with them as well, even though Bakugou highly disapproved. Quite frankly she never gave a damn what Bakugou thought of her friendship with Midoriya and she would continue doing such until Bakugou got over whatever it was that he had against his childhood friend.

“Ah, Deku-kun, Iida-kun!” She tucked strands of brown hair behind her ear. “Are you ready for today’s lessons?”

“I am always ready to educate myself.” Iida announced as he pushed his glasses up his nose, an aura of triumph surrounding him. Uraraka held back a giggle. Iida always had an interesting way of speaking and she always found herself trying not to laugh when he said silly things.

“Good!” Uraraka nodded.

“Are you feeling any better?” Midoriya asked, concern causing his eyebrows to pull tight in the center of his forehead.

Uraraka smiled sheepishly. “I’m okay, don’t worry about me Deku-kun!”

“You should really see a nurse,” Iida began, turning in his seat to speak with her and move his hands in the robotic motion that he always does, “You could be contagious or more sick than you think you are and it could be detrimental to your grades if you do not get the proper medicine early on.”

Uraraka giggled and shook her head. “Iida-kun, I promise I’m okay. You don’t have to worry so hard, you might hurt yourself.”

Iida flushed and he started stammering his way through an apology, launching Uraraka into more laughter. She could still feel Bakugou’s stare on her but she ignored it, knowing he was probably thinking things that were not very nice. She may love that he was less than a gentleman but she didn’t appreciate when it was directed towards her friends.

Eventually Aizawa Sensei appeared, no yellow sleeping bag with him today but just as monotone and exhausted as he was when he first entered the classroom over a year ago. He described the day’s events and lessons and Uraraka paid attention as much as she could while also trying to suppress the somersaults that were happening in her stomach. She swallowed back saliva and bile, biting down on her lip and shifting in her seat. This went on for about thirty minutes before it subsided and she could breathe easily again.

A part of her was slightly panicking that she had the flu or something. But, again, she only felt sick in the morning and after a certain point she was completely fine, as if nothing had happened. It was a vicious cycle that she no longer wanted to be a part of. She knew the only solution would be to go to Recovery Girl but…

She couldn’t let Bakugou win. She was competitive, even when it came to her health.

Morning lessons passed in a blur with Uraraka’s notebook filled with notes she didn’t remember taking. She shrugged and closed the notebook, getting ready to head down to the cafeteria and eat with Iida, Midoriya, Tsuyu, and the rest of the gaggle. She was almost always the last person down there, being the slowest to pack up and her fatigued state (not even she could deny the heavy feeling she felt in her bones) was not helping. She sighed and stretched her arms above her head before stepping into the hallway, pink lunchbox dangling from her wrist.

Before she could turn the corner towards the exit though, a hand grabbed her’s and dragged her into the storage closet. The light was on and the door slammed behind her before she even knew what was going on. A familiar pair of red eyes locked on her’s, squinting much like they had been earlier that more.

“Katsuki.” Uraraka said calmly.

“I told you to stay in bed.” Bakugou was calm but his hands twitched with annoyance.

Uraraka stood her ground. “You’re not my keeper.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue against his teeth. “You’re fucking sick, you’re gonna get everybody else sick, not that I give a damn but it would be an inconvenience for me if I have to hear the two assholes on each side of my room hacking up a fucking lung.”

Uraraka grinned. “It sounds like you do care.”

“Shut up and go to the damn nurse already!”

“No.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“You love me.”

That got Bakugou to shut up and his lips pressed into a thin line. Under the dim lighting Uraraka could just barely make out a light dusting of red against Bakugou’s cheek.

“Exactly,” she sing-songed and reached up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’m fine, Katsuki. I can take care of myself.”

“Tch.” Bakugou looked away and glared at the bleach and other chemicals lining the walls. “Whatever.”

Uraraka laughed softly. She loved moments of these, when she could get Bakugou to back down and stay down. He was very much like a dog; if you took the time to get to know him and his quirks, you could figure out how to tame the beast. Then they become loyal to you and it becomes hard to get rid of them, not that you would want to in the first place considering how damn cute they were.

Plus the kisses were nice. Bakugou’s kisses were much better than a dog’s however.

“I feel fine right now. Can I go eat my lunch?”

“...I guess.” Bakugou mumbled. Uraraka pat his shoulder and walked from the closet with a promise of see you later, Kacchan . Turned out hereally liked when she called him that. It sounded much better coming out of her mouth than it did out of Deku’s.

A lot of things did.

Uraraka was in high spirits after this, going to lunch and plopping down right next to Midoriya with a spring in her step. They asked her why she was so cheery but she just shrugged and said she was happy today, which was met with more smiles and laughter. And it was good. Lunch was great, Bakugou eyed her all throughout it from the other end of the cafeteria but she was able to ignore it, as usual. She kept him on a tight leash and she knew that he knew he couldn’t do a damn thing about getting her to go to the nurse.

Though, things didn’t stay the same when lunch was over. They never did.

After lunch came the physical classes, more sparring, more learning how to control their quirks and how to use them to their advantages, as well as one on one with teachers. Aizawa Sensei had said something to Midoriya once that he had then relayed to the class: “No good hero is a one trick pony.” They needed to remain flashy and in style so they could get to the top.

Uraraka was doing well for a while, keeping herself in the air while also manipulating various objects. She was working with Yaoyoruzu Momo who was creating small objects and launching them at her. Uraraka would use other objects in the room in order to defend herself.

“Are you ready for the next one?” Momo was always considerate even though they were supposed to go for an element of surprise kind of thing.

Uraraka nodded and got in her stance while Momo slowly pulled what looked like a smaller version of a windmill from between her breasts. It was still large and it was being hurdled right in her direction and Uraraka could only think of manipulating the gravity of a large cinder block in order to protect herself.

Uraraka threw the cinderblock at the windmill and then released it’s weight, both of the objects crashing to the ground. Uraraka let her feet touch the ground for a moment as she felt slightly wobbly.

“Are you alright?” Momo asked, panting slightly. Her chest was heaving and Uraraka found the slight bouncing motion of Momo’s breasts relaxing.

“Yes, yes, I’m… fine…” The smaller objects that Uraraka had been manipulating fell to the ground and she closed her eyes. The room was suddenly spinning and when she reopened brown eyes there were tiny black dots flooding her vision.

“Uraraka!” Momo explained, voice growing closer but Uraraka was already on the ground, unconscious from exhaustion and a little something else.

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Side Effects

chapter 2: fatigue

Waking up to the fluorescent lights and the calm blue and white resembling a hospital room was not pleasant. Uraraka thought for a moment that she had died and gone to heaven or something dramatic like that, but after sluggishly feeling for her pulse she was put at ease. Her eyelids were heavy but she forced them open despite the blurriness of sleep. There was a pounding against her skull that sounded like the steady thrum of a bass drum.

“How are you feeling, dear?” A gravelly voice came from her right. It was much different than the one that had spoken to her through the wood of her dorm room door that morning. This was older, much older, and more feminine. Uraraka turned to see Recovery Girl in her green chair, smiling at her softly. It was her worst nightmare, waking up in the place that she had oh so desperately been avoiding.

How was she here again? Oh yeah, she collapsed.

Bakugou wasn’t going to be happy when he found out. Heck, he probably already knew since the fall came during their practice time. If he could he would be sitting in the plastic red chair beside her bed, waiting for her to wake up so he could scolded her back into sleeping. However he would never jeopardize the secrecy of their relationship like that. Not that the wrinkled woman to her side would tell a soul, but Bakugou would still never allow himself to show weakness in front of anybody other than her. And maybe All Might.

“Ah, I’m okay.” It came out more passively than she had hoped and she felt a little guilty.

“Your friends told me you’ve been feeling ill for a couple of days now.” Recovery Girl cut right to the chase and Uraraka cursed her traitor friends. Damn them for being so tentative to her health.

“Um, well, yes. Just a little… vomiting and dizziness in the morning but then it goes away!” Uraraka trilled.

Recovery Girl hummed and nodded, writing on her clipboard. “How long has this been going on, exactly?”

Uraraka bit her lip. “I guess… Since Saturday.” It was Thursday now and the nausea was still as strong as it had been that day. Uraraka didn’t say anything about it.

“You ought not push yourself so hard, dear.” Recovery Girl advised.

“Yes ma’am!”

“Though, I don’t think this is all about stress, you know.” Recovery Girl scooted closer to her and tilted her head to the side. Her nerves bounced against each other, uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the old woman’s gaze. The woman may be short but she was kind of intimidating. “I healed you yet I didn’t detect any changes in your state.”

Uraraka’s blood ran cold. “Oh?”

Recovery Girl only smiled. “Which is strange. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of personal questions? It may be a bit awkward but it may help with the situation.”

“I… I guess….”

Uraraka honestly had no idea what kind of personal questions Recovery Girl was going to ask her. Didn’t her parents have to sign a waiver or something like that? Was that only for jail purposes? Uraraka had no idea how these things worked but she was almost seventeen, she shouldn’t be this nervous. Plus Recovery Girl knew what she was doing. She was at least eighty years old; she had probably seen much worse than this. Nausea and fatigue weren’t all that bad in the scope of things.

The smile never faded from Recovery Girl’s face. It made Uraraka feel a little better, at least. Until she opened her mouth. “Are you having a regular menstrual cycle?”

Uraraka blinked. And then she blinked again. What did that have to do with anything? She shifted a bit uncomfortably, paper thin sheets rustling with her. In all honesty, the brunette couldn’t remember her last period. One, two months ago maybe? She thought it was normal to sometimes skip a cycle or two. It happened to everybody, right? She had always had a regular period, getting it the same week every month since she was twelve.

“Um, two months I think?” With a quivering hand she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Her face felt hot and she tried not to make eye contact with the nurse, who was scribbling something onto the paper attached to the clipboard.

“Are you sexually active?”

Uraraka bit her lip. She didn’t want this sweet old lady knowing her business. It was almost taboo in their country to have sex underage but there was no denying that she and Bakugou had, had sex before. She could only count on one hand how many times they had done it, but the deed was done, right there in the dorms. Teenagers were sexually active all the time, though it was mostly swept under the rug. It’s why perverts like Mineta were so rampant, as they would only experience sexual pleasure through their fist and at the earliest they would experience it in college. But it did happen before and it was normal. If two people were in love then naturally they would have sex, right?

Uraraka was close to regretting it as she couldn’t gauge the look in the nurse’s eyes.

“...yes.” Uraraka hid behind chocolate tresses falling in waves against her face. She was glad she had been growing it out so she could avoid the gaze the nurse was giving her.

“Have you been experiencing anything aside from nausea and dizziness?”

Uraraka thought for a moment. “I guess I’ve been a little bit more tired than normal. But I just need to pace myself with my studies.”

Recovery Girl looked at her sympathetically. Uraraka didn’t understand. Why was she being met with sympathetic black eyes?

“Oh hun.” Recovery Girl rolled closer and pat her leg where it was covered by linen of the bed. Uraraka’s heart thumped painfully against her ribcage. Anxiety buzzed through her veins and sat on her chest, lungs barely filling with air.

She was not prepared for the older woman’s next words.

“These are early signs of pregnancy dear.”

The air that was so desperately trying to fill her lungs escaped and forgot the passage to flow back in. Big brown eyes became impossibly wide and vision became unfocused. The room spun and although Uraraka tried to fix her gaze on something in the room, she could not. Everything made sense yet she just… couldn’t believe it. She was only sixteen, Bakugou only seventeen. They were too young to be parents. Too young to make life changing decisions such as this. Even if she had just been hit with the news, that could potentially be wrong though she did trust the older woman, Uraraka already felt an overwhelming responsibility for the thing growing inside her.  

“Are you sure?” Uraraka whispered, feeling incredibly small.

“Well, there’s only way to know for sure.” Recovery Girl stated. “We’d either have to take a blood or urine sample to be able to tell. Or do an ultrasound, but we don’t have that equipment here as this is unheard of at our school.”

Pulling her knees to her chest, she sat up and shook her head. No, she didn’t want to do that. She didn’t want to know. Not right now, not tomorrow, not the next day. Not ever. This was too much . Too much responsibility and too much news for one afternoon. She wanted to curl up against Bakugou and forget that this even happened, wanted to run her fingers through golden hair and tell him how cute he was. Like a little, angry pomeranian always ready to pounce. That was simple, everything with Bakugou was simple.

This was not.

There was a careful “I’m sorry dear” and then the sound of wheels skidding across linoleum,  moving back to the desk. Uraraka closed her eyes, willing her breathing to even out. Nausea returned and clawed at the back of her throat. The demon was back, pleading to be released from the confines of her closing throat.

Pregnant? Really? She and Bakugou had been very careful, using condoms the each time they had sex They had only had sex four times. Uraraka wracked her brain for the details of each instance but it all came down to the pleasure and not the important things like condoms or birthcontrol. She had never thought to go on birth control until that moment.

The cyclical rise and fall of her chest from deep breaths allowed her to calm down and slowly she uncurled from the fetal position. She was released after Recovery Girl did one more check and Uraraka stood on wobbly legs. There was nobody to share this with, not that she would be able to spill in the first place. Her way of coping was to push it to the back of her mind and not believe it . It wasn’t the brightest decision but for now it was the best one.

“Uraraka-san!” Two voices called as she left the infirmary, causing her to jump a little. She was too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice that Midoriya and Iida had been waiting patiently for her.

Uraraka stiffened but tried to keep her emotions under control. “W-What are you two doing here?”

Iida pushed his glasses up. “We came to see how you were doing of course. You gave us all quite the scare! You really need to take more care of yourself! You knew you were sick and you still did not take proper precautions in going to see the doctor.”

Her bespectacled friend never failed to make her giggle with his odd way of speaking. “I’m sorry, Iida-kun! But Recovery Girl said-” I’m pregnant.She couldn’t tell her friends this, she realized. If she really was pregnant then she would have to tell them whose baby it was. Bakugou would need to know first, out of courtesy.

Bakugou was a ticking time bomb, literally, and his reactions to this particular situation were unpredictable. Would he be happy? Would he freak out? Uraraka was leaning towards the latter.

“She said that it’s just from exhaustion.” Uraraka hated lying but she knew it would come in handy these next few weeks.

Midoriya frowned and Iida’s mouth pulled into a thin, disappointed line. He launched into a lecture about how she really needed to take better care of herself and if she knew she was sick she should’ve rested up. Midoriya said that he would make her soup and despite her protesting that she really was fine now they dropped her off at her dorm room, soup still promised and Iida still ranting.

Finally able to lay down she flopped face first into her pillow and exhaled. This was all a disaster. She didn’t like having people doting on her and taking care of her; she had been independent for quite some time now considering her parents were always out of the prefecture for work. She was used to nursing herself back to health. Having her friends forcing soup down her throat made her sick again.

Midoriya brought the soup by a half hour later and Uraraka took it with a smile and said that she really just wanted to rest right now, thanking him all the while. Midoriya didn’t look convinced but respected her wishes and left her be. The soup was tasty and left her feeling full and lethargic, content to staying in bed propped against plushy pillows for the remainder of the night.

Her mind did somersaults trying to come to terms with what Recovery Girl had said, her hands fleeting over her stomach more than once. She couldn’t imagine a human growing beneath her skin and inside of her. She couldn’t imagine herself carrying a child for nine months, growing bigger and bigger. She didn’t want to even think of the excruciating pain of childbirth. She didn’t want to think about how she would have to give up her dreams of becoming a hero in order to raise a child.

Yet, if she was pregnant, she couldn’t see herself giving it up.

But she wasn’t. There was no way. Her body was just tricking her and tricking the nurse. She was definitely just sick.

Uraraka didn’t know how long she laid there and pondered her future for but there was suddenly a knock at her door, jerking her from her wandering mind. Half of her wanted to ignore it but the knocking became more persistent, and that could only mean one thing. It had her scrambling from the sheets and stumbling over her own two feet. She opened the door just a crack and peeked out. Deja vu struck when a familiar pair of crimson eyes glared down at her. Strong hands forced the door open, long enough for him to slip past and close the door behind him.

“See what happens when you don’t listen to me?” Bakugou chastised, lifting her chin with his finger to force her to look at him.

Uraraka pouted. “I really didn’t think there was anything wrong!”

Bakugou lowered his voice as if they weren’t the only two people in the room. “You were literally vomiting this morning! How the hell does that say you’re okay in any shape or form?”

“I don’t know!” Uraraka threw her hands up.

Bakugou sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. There was practically steam coming from his palms and his nostrils but Uraraka knew he was trying to stay calm. “You scared the shit out of all of us, y’know. You scared the shit outta me .”

“I’m sorry.” Uraraka touched his cheek and he covered her hand with his. The contrast between the softness of their skin was striking, Bakugou’s palm littered with tiny nicks and scars from the usage of his quirk. Uraraka only had the pads of her fingers that added to the innate softness of her hands.

“What did the old hag say?”

Uraraka snorted. “Don’t call Recovery Girl that. She’s healed your sorry ass many times.”

Bakugou nipped her thumb playfully. “Oi, language.”

Uraraka tipped her head back and laughed. “Don’t you dare tell me to watch my language, Mr. King of Explodo-Kills.”

“That was a great name, I don’t care what that Midnight bitch thinks.” Bakugou shook his head. “Just tell me what the old woman said, come on.”

Uraraka bit her lip. Lying seemed to be in order again. She hadn’t wanted to lie to Iida or Midoriya earlier and she sure as hell didn’t want to lie to Bakugou. She couldn’t remember the last time she had even told such a big lie. Though there was no proof yet that she was actually pregnant, the thought was still there, the elephant in the room, only visible to her.

“It’s just from overworking myself, like I thought.” Her voice was as steady as she could possibly make it.

Bakugou stared hard at her and Uraraka swallowed around a gulp of air. Then there was a soft kiss pressed to her lips. “Stupid girl,” mumbled Bakugou and Uraraka grinned as he spoke through their kiss.

“You’re the stupid one for thinking that it would be anything else. You should listen to me more often.”

Bakugou scoffed. “In your fucking dreams.”

Instead of replying, Uraraka insistently kissed the scowl off his face, now that the threat of being sick was out of the way. They tumbled into the bed, soft kisses linking them together for a long while. The feeling of Bakugou’s strong arms caging her in made Uraraka feel secure. With every brush of Bakugou’s tongue against her own and across her jaw, Uraraka felt sparks pop beneath her skin. Bakugou had that effect on her, dazzling her senses with his entire being.

It was Uraraka’s biggest secret that Bakugou was gentle. He handled her as if she were thousand year old China, as if she would shatter into microscopic pieces if touched the wrong way. Despite what Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero had said after their fight, she was far from fragile.

It all felt incredibly domestic, lying in bed with Bakugou, slow kisses tilting the world ever so slightly and making her dizzy. The comfort and exhaustion from the day made Uraraka fall asleep against his chest, blankets cocooned around their hips. She didn’t feel sixteen years old, curled up to her secret boyfriend after sneaking him into her room. She felt like this was meant to be, that she was much older and living the life she was supposed to be living.

The next morning she was brought back down to earth, bent over the toilet, head curled over the rim. Her stomach purged into the water below and hot tears burned behind clenched eyelids.

The words morning sickness swam through her hazy mind and it caused her to puke once more. She briefly wondered if she should take Recovery Girl’s advice and get some sort of physical proof of pregnancy. The idea made her dig crescent moons into pudgy thighs.

Only one person could really help her right now. It was the same person who she had collapsed in front of the day before. It wouldn’t be too hard; it would mean that she would be exposing her secret, a secret that was only half of her’s to share.

Another lie told wouldn’t hurt, right?

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Side Effects

chapter 3: positive

Bakugou wasn’t in the bed with her the next morning when she rose like a zombie to curl around the toilet and puke her guts out. There was no memory of when he had slipped out of the room but she was only filled with relief at the thought. She had no desire to be scolded again, nor did she want to deal with her classmates this early in the morning, even if it was her own boyfriend who loved and cared about her wellbeing. The throbbing in her head was enough to send her into another vomiting session and she knew there was no way she was going to make it to her class.

Perhaps a little rest would do her some good and prove to Recovery Girl, and herself, that she wasn’t pregnant.

Pregnancy was a big thing. It was larger than life and larger than Uraraka could handle at the current moment. She was trying to be a hero for crying out loud. The only hero she knew with children off the top of her head was Endeavor and he wasn’t a very good father. But Endeavor was a terrible father for reasons other than his parenting skills. He was just a jerk. It scared her that she had potential (though she didn’t really think this way, this was the panic speaking) to become like that man. Or worse, for Bakugou to become like that man.

A shiver went down her spine and was the guiding force for her return to her bed after rinsing her mouth out with mouthwash.

The only times Uraraka was pulled from her subconscious was when her phone chimed with a text from Iida, Midoriya, or Bakugou. It was cute how the three of them cared (each in their special way) and she did her best to respond before sleep dragged her back into the darkness. Bakugou’s were the first ones she checked, as his were the most recent.

Katsuki :

>> im glad ur not bein a lil shit anymore

>>hope u feel better

>>u better fuckin stay in bed, ochako, or i swear…

There was nothing threatening to her about the text and she giggled before clicking Midoriya’s message thread.

Deku :

>> i hope you feel better, uraraka!

>> if you need anything pls let us know!

Midoriya was the most kind hearted person that Uraraka knew yet he had no sense of self worth it seemed, considering his shattered hand. He had stopped using that hand when activating his quirk but there was still a lack of self care, throwing himself into conflict head first. That was the mark of a true hero and Uraraka was glad that she had a friend like him by her side (though she never wanted to be second best to him, always using him as a goal).

Lastly was Iida’s text, which she almost didn’t want to open. Iida had a formal way of texting and it never failed to make Uraraka laugh rather than take him seriously.

Iida :

>> Uraraka! Make sure you get at least eight hours of rest! Make sure you take an acceptable dose of the over the counter medicine that I know you have! Please go to Recovery Girl again if you need a pro(1/2)

>>per diagnosis! Midoriya and I will stop by at the end of the school day!(2/2)

She could picture Iida’s robotic voice instructing her to go to Recovery Girl and it made her crack her first smile of the day. The action jostled her stomach and she felt a little nauseous again but she swallowed it down.

The sickness was much worse today than the previous days, leading her to believe that it was the flu or something rather than the… the p word. The fact that it could possibly be morning sickness put a bad taste in her mouth. The phrase was too permanent, a mark of what could be for the next nine months. Or even less, considering her period hadn’t come for two months and her symptoms wouldn’t have started right after conception.

Uraraka groaned and rolled over, silencing her phone once and for all. She shut her eyes and restlessness plagued her sleep, filling her head with images of swollen bellies and baby items scattered along the floor. She was jostled awake by her own dreams (nightmares?) and immediately groped for her phone across the mattress.

<< hello! Could you please come to my room after classes get out? It would be really cool if you could bring the notes from today’s lectures as well! Thanks!

Uraraka hit send with a heavy exhale and the pillows welcomed her home. She draped an arm over her eyes and breathed in and out steadily. “Get a hold of yourself Ochako.” She whispered into the empty room, slapping her hands on her cheeks. Her voice was booming even though she spoke in a hushed tone. Tears burned beneath closed eyelids for no reason and she chewed her lip in order to keep them from unleashing. A storm brewed in her mind and in her stomach and all she wanted to do was scream. She was only sixteen, with months to go until she was seventeen and Bakugou already being there. She would say it once and she would repeat it, beat it over her skull until maybe her problems would go away.

Uraraka was too young, too irresponsible, too many life goals that she wanted to achieve before she ever settled down to have children. If she ever settled down and if she even wanted children.

It may be normal for a sixteen year old to think of her future but this? This was too much.

A soft knock on her door pulled her once more from slumber. Uraraka wondered how many times she was going to doze off and wake up with some interruption. Sluggishly she trudged out of bed and opened the door a crack, seeing a concerned Momo looking down at her, hands pressed to her cleavage.

“You never answered my message, I thought something may have happened to you.” Momo first explained sans greeting. Uraraka only smiled weakly and ushered her inside.

“Sorry about that.”

Momo waved her hand and started rummaging through her bag. It was quite large, the size of her torso, and Uraraka almost asked if she had made it or if she had bought it from somewhere.

“I brought you the notes,” Momo pulled a bright pink notebook from the bag, little flowers doodled onto the front in blue pen, “but that wouldn’t explain the first half of your message. It sounded as if you needed something else, correct?”

Uraraka only nodded.

“If it’s something illegal, like drugs, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline, as I do not want to use my quirk-”

“I need you to make me a pregnancy test.” Uraraka rushed, speaking over her. Momo’s thin lips remained parted as she stared at Uraraka in shock.

“Pardon?” The surprise in Momo’s voice matched her facial expression.

Uraraka sat down and clasped her hands in her lap. She couldn’t bring herself to meet black, confused eyes. The shame was already starting to spread, clawing at her throat and her brain, killing her slowly. “I need you to make me a pregnancy test. Please.”

Black eyes remained unwavering, only blinking in thought. “A pregnancy test?”

“Yes.”

Momo hummed deep in her throat and she looked down at the floor. She clicked the heels of her shoes together. “I hope you don’t find me saying this to be rude, but…. You don’t seem like the type of girl to need something like that, Uraraka-san.”

Uraraka closed her eyes, swallowing back the shame rising with bile in her throat. “I know.”

“I don’t think I can make this for you. It is a lot to ask and I don’t want to pry but it may be the only way…”

“Yaomomo.” Uraraka met her eyes finally. “I hate to do this, but if you don’t make this for me then I’ll tell the whole class about what you and Todoroki do in the field behind the academic building when you think nobody’s around.”

Momo’s flushed face told a multitude of stories and she sucked in a deep breath. “Ah. I see you leave me with no choice, Uraraka-san.” Her voice was tight as she began to strip off her school uniform jacket. Uraraka was about to protest then realized Momo probably needed more space to create the test. “I think it would only be fair for you to tell me who the father is, though. If there is one.”

Uraraka looked away again, shuffling her feet together under her. “He’s somebody in Class B. Please don’t worry about it.”

Momo said nothing and a few beats later she was holding out a test. The bottom buttons of the shirt were undone to create room for the test to come out of. “I hope it works. I am slightly unsure of how they operate but I have the basics in my head.” Momo quickly gathered her things, cheeks still tinged red. “Good luck to you, Uraraka-san.”

The door opened and closed in a hurry and Uraraka was hit briefly with a cool puff of air. She couldn’t tell whether or not it was from the hallway or Momo��s attitude. It was probably a little bit of both.

It took the brunette a while to work up the courage to go to the bathroom and actually take the test. She was worried about the truth, that the test would prove to be positive and Uraraka didn’t know what she would do if two lines or a plus sign showed up. It would flip her world upside down and she wasn’t quite ready to deal with that. She wanted to remain a normal teenager, where her only problem was if she would pass a test or if the boy she liked returned her feelings. Though the latter wasn’t much of an issue, it certainly had stemmed bigger issues such as her current situation.

Taking a deep breath, Uraraka marched from her room and into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door. There was no way to tell if her classmates were all in their dorms or in the common room. If Bakugou heard the bathroom door opening and closing she knew he would make a beeline for it to check on her. She was surprised that he hadn’t already come to her room to treat her like some dying patient. Uraraka wasn’t ready to tell him this information just yet, no matter what the results were.

The worst part of taking the test was the waiting. Uraraka did her business and set the test on the counter of the sink, beginning to pace back and forth across the tile. There were no instructions to tell her how long she was supposed to wait for the test to be done determining if there was a baby in her or not, but she assumed it took about five minutes. The pacing was much needed for her legs, as she had been lying in bed all day.

“Just breathe, Ochako.” She whispered to herself. She wished she had brought her phone with her so she could play a game or something, anything to take her mind off the pregnancy test.. She wanted to know the answer but she was also dreading what she already knew to be the truth.

After what felt like five minutes (see five years ), Uraraka finally checked the piece of plastic that held her fate. A punching sensation jerked her lungs as she gazed down at it, gripping the marble to steady her trembling knees.

Two pink lines appeared in the window. Two pink lines conveyed so much: it was positive. Tears immediately blurred her vision and she grabbed the test, rushing back to her room to destroy the evidence. She almost collided into Midoriya and Iida, who were no doubt coming to visit her.

“Uraraka-san!” The duo called in unison. Uraraka didn’t look at them, but called over her shoulder: “Sorry guys, I don’t really want to talk right now!” Her smile was weak and her voice cracked at the end, giving her away. She was able to slip into her room, locking the door behind her.

Disposing of the test, she covered it with multiple tissues in the waste basket before collapsing face down into her pillow, ignoring the frantic knocks at her door. Hot tears trailed down her cheeks, wetting the fabric below her but she couldn’t find it in her to care. The only things running through her mind was how this could have possibly happen and what the hell was she going to do?

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Side Effects

chapter 4: aftermath

Uraraka was at a loss for what to do so she made an appointment with the clinic.

It was begrudgingly so, but after speaking with Recovery Girl she had no choice but to make one. The old nurse had no ultra sound equipment in the medical rooms, understandably so considering that this wasn’t a typical situation. Uraraka wanted to keep this under wraps for as long as possible and did not want to get the school involved, knowing it would most likely be a mess if she did. Uraraka hadn’t the slightest clue what she was going to do with this baby yet but she wanted to make sure it was healthy and find out proper precautions to make sure that it remained healthy. Uraraka wasn’t a monster, not even to a tiny bundle of cells.

Uraraka spent the entire train ride that Sunday morning googling information about pregnancy on her flip phone. Half of what she found was articles about complications which was enough to send her into a mild panic attack so she opted for staring out the window for the remainder of the train ride. Her friends came to mind and how they were probably wondering where she was and what she was up to. That morning she had successfully evaded Iida and Midoriya and Tsuyu but the longer she avoided them, the more suspicious it would become. Tsuyu especially was extremely perceptive and would catch on quickly and Uraraka didn’t feel like being called out in front of the class like the girl usually liked to do. Uraraka couldn’t blame her, it was part of her blunt nature, she just didn’t want to be on the other side of that,

The train came into the station quickly and it wasn’t hard to find the clinic; it was only about two blocks away and an easy walk. Each step was agonizing and her heart continued to speed up, slamming against her ribs, looking for an escape route.

The scent of lavender hit her nose when she stepped into the lobby and it was so overpowering that she was almost knocked back. The walls around her were painted a light purple with floor tiles to match, the desk a turquoise color as she stepped up to it to give her information. Predictably, there was paperwork to be filled out and it gave her a chance to ignore her rapidly buzzing phone.

Once she was finished she found she had multiple messages from Bakugou but only one caught her eye:

Katsuki

>> where are you. Deku and glasses are buggin out nd its annoying as shit

Uraraka smiled softly, she couldn’t help herself. Even through the phone Bakugou was so Bakugou and there were times when she questioned her attraction to him. He was so vulgar (this not being the most prime example but still slightly so) and Uraraka herself was sweet. Maybe the phrase opposites attract came to mind and she giddily typed out a simple response.

<< im at the doctors, be back later!

With her phone now shut, she perked up when she heard her name being called by a cute nurse wearing rose pink scrubs. She was scanning the waiting room to put a name to a face and Uraraka quickly stood up, offering a shy smile when she walked over to the woman.The nurse only beamed at her and if she was shocked to see how young Uraraka was, she didn’t show it, only took her into one of the rooms and shut the door.

“I’m going to check your heartbeat and your blood pressure, okay?” The nurse’s voice held a mellifluous tone in it and Uraraka found comfort in the kindness of it. Uraraka agreed, not that she had much choice, and allowed the nurse to get done with the procedure. Then she was left alone in the small room with beeping monitors that reminded her more of a hospital than a clinic.

Alone with her thoughts, Uraraka tried to distract herself with the decorations on the wall instead of the mullings of her mind. The voice in her head was not very kind, telling her to leave and telling her that this wasn’t a mistake. Uraraka kind of wished that she had brought Bakugou with her to quell the frantic anxiety-induced beating of her heart. Bakugou was always enough to make her take a step back and look at things with a new, much stronger perspective. She never wanted to be one of those girls who relied on their significant others for things but Bakugou did more to build her up than put her down.

“Uraraka Ochako?” A young woman who couldn’t have been older than thirty-five entered the room, reading over Uraraka’s files as she did so. Then she lifted her head, lavender colored hair swishing around a heart shaped face, tickling her chin. Her eyes were almond shaped and irises matched her long locks. Everything about the office made more sense now, the colors and the smells that had assaulted Uraraka when she first walked in.

“Ah yes.” Uraraka weakly smiled and the woman gave her a bright smile back.

“Nice to meet you, Uraraka-chan. I’m Dr. Fujiwara.” Uraraka took the extended hand for a loose shake and examined the long nails on Dr. Fujiwara’s hands. They were painted a lavender colored and Uraraka enjoyed the dedication to the color. “It says here that you’re only sixteen years old, is that so?”

“Um, yes.”

“Do your parents know you’re here?”

Uraraka bit her lip and shook her head.

“I’m not really allowed to conduct these types of things without parental consent, since you would need that..” Dr. Fujiwara explained and looked at Uraraka sympathetically. “And letting it slide would be against my better judgement.”

“I understand, ma’am.” Uraraka said softly and looked at her through thick lashes. “But I just want to know if this baby is healthy or not, and how long… how long I’ve been pregnant. I won’t come back after this, I promise, but I already had my blood pressure and everything taken. Just please… please make an exception this once.”

Dr. Fujiwara smiled again, extremely kind, and Uraraka felt her heart break. “Uraraka-chan.”

“Please. I really promise I won’t come back unless it’s with parental consent.”

Dr. Fujiwara sighed and rolled her chair over to the machines. “I guess since you’re already here I can make an exception. You need to keep your promise though. I of course want to help as much as I can but since you’re still technically a minor this is the best I can do. I don’t usually get patients as young as yourself so I’m sure it would fly under the radar if I gave you an ultrasound without your parents knowing.”

Uraraka expelled a breath with relief. “Thank you so much.”

Dr. Fujiwara instructed Uraraka to lie back and push her shirt up to reveal her stomach. The chair she was lying on was slightly uncomfortable, the leathery material sticking to her skin when she pressed her bare arms to it. Everything about the current situation was awkward and again, Uraraka wished for it to be over. Or that she never came in the first place.

“All right now this is going to be a little cold, just to warn you…” Dr. Fujiwara said as she spread the gel over her stomach. Uraraka hissed and bit her lip as it coated her stomach. Then she began to rub the wand over her stomach, rubbing the gel into her skin, Uraraka watching in aw as an image of her womb appeared on screen. Normally it would be clear but lined at the bottom was a small circular… thing that was, without a doubt, her child. Her and Bakugou’s child. Uraraka couldn’t help but tear up because it was really, truly real.

“Is that…?” Uraraka’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Dr. Fujiwara’s voice was cheerful. “That’s your baby! It’s only about the size of a raspberry right now but it looks like you’re about nine weeks along, Uraraka-chan.”

“Nine weeks?” Uraraka repeated, counting back that many weeks. That would have been April… the end of April.

Uraraka’s hands flew to her mouth as she recalled Bakugou’s birthday, how she had worn a special outfit just for him to tear it off and shove her down on the sheets, appearing above her. She remembered Bakugou’s lips trailing over every expanse of skin that he could find and how she had clung to him when he sunk into her.

Bakugou’s birthday. She couldn’t remember if they had used a condom or not. Surely, they must’ve but even if they did it was clear it was defunct as she was staring at a small bundle inside of her.

Dr. Fujiwara calculated her due date to be January twenty-fourth. She continued to move the wand around Uraraka’s stomach as she spoke, “You’re almost to the second trimester and looks like everything is okay.” She offered a gentle smile as she asked Uraraka if she wanted a copy of the ultrasound. Uraraka wasn’t going to say no and when it was handed to her, there was nothing else she could do but stared. The gel was starting to harden on her stomach, grossing her out so she wiped it off and thanked the doctor.

“I really appreciate all of this.” Uraraka said again and Dr. Fujiwara waved her hand.

“Just remember to keep our promise.”

“Yes ma’am.” Uraraka bid her farewell with a bow and made her way back to the train station, making sure that she kept the sonogram well hidden in her bag despite wanting to look at it. Teen pregnancy wasn’t very common in Japan (or given positive exposure) and now that Uraraka was pregnant she had to start thinking about her options.

An abortion still didn’t sit right, souring her mouth. Adoption was a likely route too and if she chose that option she wanted to make sure that her child went to a good home. Then again, the idea that she wouldn’t be able to see a person that she carried in her womb for nine months didn’t sit well with her either. There was no logical way for her to to support a child either, her being sixteen and all, but she wanted to make it work.

Then there was how Bakugou would react again. He was so unpredictable that Uraraka still had no clue what he would do or say. She knew she would have to keep it under wraps as long as possible but with how fast the summer break was approaching (surprisingly they didn’t have some sort of deathly training camp waiting for them this time around, since the last one proved to be disastrous), she knew it was unavoidable. Over the summer she would start showing and by the time of the second term….

She would be five months with a noticeable bump. Considering that her class what at the top of the school, she wouldn’t be able to pass it off as weight gain. Especially since she always trained so hard and stayed on the regiment that Gunhead had given her during her internship the previous year. Everything was a mess and she was unable to come up with a good game plan in the thirty minute train ride. In fact, she thought so hard that she almost missed her stop.

When she got back to the dorms there were a few of her classmates scattered around the common room, Bakugou being one of them. He lifted his eyes off of his phone for a moment, looking directly at her with blank crimson irises before going back to scrolling. Uraraka wanted to offer a smile but instead she turned into the kitchen, almost colliding with Midoriya.

“Ah, I’m so sorry Deku-kun!” Uraraka frantically waved her arms, scanning her friend to see if he was hurt only to see that he was doing the same to her.

“Oh, n-no it’s okay I just I-I didn’t see you there!” Midoriya said rapidly. “Where were you this morning?”

Uraraka laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head. “I went to go see a doctor! Turns out it was just some weird cold but I’m feeling a lot better now!” Uraraka couldn’t remember a time in her life when she had told this many lies. Not even as a child had she fibbed this much. She justified it by telling herself that she was protecting Bakugou and a nameless third party that wouldn’t be able to be hidden for much longer.

“Well, I’m glad you went to see a doctor! I would have been happy to go with you though, so you wouldn’t have to have gone alone…” Midoriya started mumbling and behind her there was a sudden flurry of motion. Uraraka turned just in time to see Bakugou stomping up the stairs, fists shoved into his pockets.

“Oh, that’s alright.” Uraraka smiled and opened the fridge. “I am starving though, did anybody make food?”

“Yeah!” Midoriya started explaining that Yaomomo had made some large, luxurious breakfast with the help of Bakugou. It was no secret anymore that Bakugou could cook and he was damn good at it. He was the designated cook in the dorm whether he liked it or not and Uraraka made enough requests to make it seem like he was her personal chef when he was actually just being a good boyfriend. People (namely, the self proclaimed “Bakusquad”) teased him about it but Bakugou could handle it.

After breakfast Uraraka climbed the stairs, telling Midoriya she was going to lay down when in reality she was going to see Bakugou. It was close enough as she would probably end up laying in Bakugou’s bed anyway, whether they be doing something scandalous or innocent. She knocked three times on his door, glancing around to make sure nobody else was in the hallway. The door swung open and a rough palm grabbed her wrist, tugging her into the room.

“How come you didn’t tell me you were going before you left?” Bakugou immediately questioned, pinning her to the door.

Uraraka shrugged. “Would you have come with me? Wouldn’t that be suspicious?”

Bakugou snarled and let go of her, lifting her hands soon after and kissing her knuckles. “Sorry.”

Uraraka blushed. She hated when Bakugou did small acts of kindness because it was so un- Bakugou that it was disturbing. She squeezed his fingers with her own. “It’s okay.”

“What did the doctor say?” Bakugou huffed as he let go and sat on his bed, crossing his arms over his chest. Bakugou’s room was plain; she was the only one in her class who had seen it despite having lived with each other close to a year now. His sheets were black and he had some American band posters hung up on the walls along with Japanese bands. Behind some books on his bookshelf above his bed there were some poorly hidden All Might figurines. Uraraka had pointed them at once and had been promptly banned from the room. Only for a day though, Bakugou just couldn’t keep her away.

“It’s just some weird cold, Katsuki.” She sat beside him and dropped her bag to the floor. For a split second she forgot about the sonogram and hoped the picture was concealed enough so that it wasn’t visible on top of her bag. Bakugou was a typical boy, however, and he wouldn’t go through her bag even if he wanted to. One sighting of a pad or tampon and he was acting like it was some vicious poison.

“Did you get meds or anything?” Bakugou asked.

Uraraka shook her head. Now that she thought about it, she had no idea if prenatal vitamins were over the counter or not. Heck.

“I’ll be fine, Katsuki. I’m feeling a lot better already.”

“Does that mean I can kiss you again?” Bakugou wasn’t looking at her as he asked and Uraraka giggled.

“Yes, ya big cheese ball.”

“Oi, I hate that shitty nickname.”

Uraraka kept giggling and tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to her. She pressed their lips together, once, twice, three times before he placed a hand on her waist, keeping her in place. It was soft, unlike him, until he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Uraraka sighed and gripped his arms, the muscles twitching beneath her hand. She loved feeling the muscles ripple in his arms or his abdomen whenever Bakugou got particularly turned on or too into something.

Soon Uraraka found herself in his lap, then on top of him as she pressed him into the mattress, their lips bruising against each other, all worries melting away with a little press of tongue.

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Side Effects

chapter 5: week 12

Summer break was right around the corner and Uraraka was ready to finally lay down and relax. No more worrying about passing written exams, no more worrying about passing physical exams. Just her, her bed or her couch, a nice cup of juice and fun anime to watch. Or manga to read. Uraraka was going to be spending her break doing one of those two things. It was going to be glorious.

There was also the possibility of hanging out with Bakugou, far, far away from everybody else. She didn’t mind being so secretive about it but she did wish they could hold hands in public or he would wrap an arm around her shoulder like he did when they cuddled in bed.

Uraraka would take what she could get though. Anything was better than nothing.

She hummed to herself as she walked down to the classroom for the final day before summer began. They had taken their exams already and had gotten their results and now they just had some finishing touches to do. Uraraka was ready for the easiest day of the term.

The classroom was abuzz as she walked in and took her seat behind Iida. Midoriya was already sitting at his desk and Iida was talking as loudly as ever to him, waving his hands in the choppy way that he did. Bakugou had his feet kicked up onto his own desk across the room with headphones in so he didn’t have to talk to anybody. Kaminari and Mineta were doodling on the chalkboard while Sero kept lookout for Aizawa.

Everything was in place.

(Except the fact that she was pregnant but, you know, happy thoughts.)

“Do you have any summer plans, Ochako-chan?” Tsuyu’s voice came up beside her and Uraraka yelped, almost knocking her things to the floor.

“Tsu, you scared me!” Uraraka laughed and then she shook her head. “Not really. I think I’m just going to use it for training and relaxing.”

“That’s no fun!” Mina slapped her hands on Uraraka’s desk, coming out of nowhere. Uraraka blinked at her in shock. “We’re going to have a girls week at the end of break at Yao-momo’s house!”

“Huh?” Momo turned in her seat to stare at Mina incredulously. “I did not agree to this, Ashido-san….” She eyed Uraraka nervously and Uraraka looked away, almost whistling in innocence. There was still a tension between them as they had not spoken since the incident.

“Aw come on, you have a pool! It’ll be fun, please!”

“You should invite the boys so we can see you guys in bikinis~” Mineta chimed in and everybody glared at him, the small boy shrinking into himself.

Momo sighed. “I suppose I could accomodate you girls .”

“Wahoo!” Mina cheered, Hagakure chiming in, throwing her invisible arms into the air. Uraraka was beginning to sweat thinking about it, knowing she would definitely be showing at that point. She didn’t want to be a party pooper so she didn’t decline right away but even in the future she knew Momo would be relieved that she wouldn’t be showing up to her house. There was an extreme guilt that followed Uraraka around like a sad little cloud about blackmailing and lying to Momo. The raven haired girl was extremely kind and didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Ochako-chan?” Tsuyu asked, pulling Uraraka from her reverie. A bright smile fixed itself onto Uraraka’s face.

“Yes, I promise! I, um, had trouble sleeping last night.” Uraraka lied and looked away, fiddling with her pen. It wasn’t really a lie, she and Bakugou had stopped visiting each other and it was becoming increasingly harder to sleep without his warmth at her side. But she had to get used to it if she was going to spend an entire summer without him.

Tsuyu didn’t look convinced but Aizawa stepped in, in that moment and everybody scrambled to take their seats. Aizawa looked as haggard as ever, gray scarf hanging loosely from around his neck and covering his mouth. Uraraka wondered if he ever slept at night or if the only time he slept was when he would worm into his sleeping bag while other teachers took over lessons of the day.

Aizawa made his morning announcements as he always did and listed the day’s events and what he expected of everyone over the summer. Everybody groaned at the prospect of summer work because what the heck, it was summer . It was the only time of the year that they could really relax. Winter break was always too short and was always busy spent visiting shrines and doing holiday festivities.

“Oh, Uraraka.” Aizawa announced, looking at the brunette in the back of the room. All eyes turned to her and she felt the embarrassment creeping up her neck, choking her like a noose. “Please see me in my office before lunch.” He continued speaking then as if he hadn’t just targeted her in the middle of class. She could still feel the questioning eyes of some of her peers on her and she met Bakugou’s, then Midoriya’s before ducking her head down.

What could Aizawa sensei possibly want to see her for? She wasn’t a bad student, she had good grades, never spoke out in class or talked back to her teachers. She really couldn’t pin what exactly she had done wrong.

Unless…

Uraraka touched her stomach absentmindedly. Could it be that… they knew about her pregnancy? She had told Recovery Girl because she needed some advice and how to go about being healthy while the baby grew inside of her. She didn’t want to rely on the internet when there was a professional who was kind and willing to help her. Was it possible that Recovery Girl had told her teachers?

Who else she told?

Uraraka shook her head and resisted the urge to slap herself in the face to wake her up from her thoughts. No, she wasn’t going to freak out about this right now. She was fine, everything was fine. There was no reason to panic. Her mind continued to buzz all throughout the morning lectures and Uraraka felt increasingly short of breath. The only thoughts that plagued her mind was what Aizawa could possibly want to talk to her about. She had always been a good student, her grades never dropped. She was middle of the pack but that didn’t mean she wasn’t an exemplary student. Had she done something wrong, something that she didn’t know about? She couldn’t think of any other option but the pregnancy.

Uraraka ducked her head, grasping tightly at strands of her hair. Were they going to tell her that she couldn’t partake in the hero course anymore? Would she be moved to general studies? Were they going to tell her parents? Oh god, she didn’t want her parents to find out this way. She didn’t want her parents knowing just yet. Was she even clear to tell people? There was some myth about luck when it came to telling people in the first trimester.

Uraraka jerked in her seat when the lunch bell rang and she exhaled, grabbing her things. She wanted to be the first from the classroom but she couldn’t escape the taunts of her classmates. Kaminari made some snarky remark about how the good girl was no longer the little angel they thought she was. Kirishima effectively slapped him in the back of the head while Jirou stabbed him with her earphone jack. Thankful that her friends had come to her defense, Uraraka, red faced, practically ran to the teacher’s lounge where Aizawa was staring blankly at his computer.

“Um, Aizawa sensei…” Uraraka began, shifting in place. “You wanted to see me?”

Aizawa dragged droopy eyes from the computer to look at her. “Ah, yes. Come with me.” He stood, muscles popping as he stretched before slouching over and walking out of the room. Uraraka’s mouth fell open in question but she silently followed him. They walked through the halls without a word and Uraraka avoided the gazes of her classmates that were still making their way to lunch.

They turned the corner and Aizawa knocked on a large wooden door. Uraraka’s eyes widened as she recognized that it was the principal’s office. Aizawa opened the door moments later and ushered Uraraka inside, stepping in behind her.

“Uraraka Ochako!” Mr. Principal cheered in the gentle voice that he always sported. Uraraka bowed respectfully and took a seat when she was told. “It is lovely to see you sweetheart.”

“U-Um, likewise, Mr. Principal…” She glanced at him nervously and then cast a wary look at Aizawa, who sat beside her on the couch. Aizawa offered no help, looking like he might go to sleep rather than pay attention to what was going to occur in this meeting.

“Now, I know you might be worried about why I called you in here but no need to fret, everything is alright!” The lilt in his voice said otherwise but Uraraka swallowed down her complaints. “It has been brought to my attention, Uraraka-chan, that you have become pregnant! How far along are you?”

“T-Twelve weeks.” Uraraka’s voice was small. Her fears were confirmed; the principal knew, Aizawa sensei knew, the whole staff probably knew. She hoped that it didn’t leak to her classmates. She hadn’t thought that far ahead in what she would do. She close her eyes and just tried to focus on the principal’s words.

“That is very exciting!” Mr. Principal sang. “But, you know, you are a very rare case in this country, Uraraka-chan. Teen pregnancy only has a rate of 4% and we do not treat it very lightly. In all of my years here at Yuuei Academy I can say that I have never had to deal with such a case before! I would have to unfortunately blame the dorms here, they do promote a lot of fraternizing and we may have to amp up some security.” He grinned over at Aizawa who only huffed in acknowledgement.

“Now, you are an exemplary student here at Yuuei Academy, Uraraka-chan, and we are offering you your seat in the top class when you return to school. But I must ask-”

“When I return to school?” Uraraka interrupted, confused. Was… was she being asked to leave ?

“But I must ask,” Mr. Principal continued over her, the grit in his teeth prominent. He was still smiling though, “that you leave and do not come back for the remainder of this school year. We can send you your school work and accommodate the fact that you are pregnant. But we cannot ask you to stay, as it would prove to be bad for our reputation.”

“How so, Mr. Principal?” Anger slowly trickled into her veins and her head began to feel light. She tried not to snap but the rubber band was being stretched more and more.

“Well, I’m afraid some of the parents who allow their children to stay here will view the dorms as a breeding ground for their children. If you’re pregnant then somebody else might see it fit to be pregnant themselves.”

“I didn’t ask to be pregnant. It was an accident!” Uraraka’s voice rose and Aizawa placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was a quiet plea to lower her voice. They all knew what the principal was like when his temper was tested.

“I know but you know how parents are!” Mr. Principal jumped down from his seat to pour himself some more tea. “We have already contacted your parents to come pick you up and gather all of your things. We are giving you the option to come back for one day after break to tell the class that you won’t be returning but otherwise, you must not come back. We don’t want you to fall behind, Uraraka-chan, so we will do everything possible to see that you’re right on track! You already have a temporary license so you are fit for hero work already.”

“This isn’t fair.” Uraraka argued, eyes welling with tears.

Mr. Principal tutted and then took a sip of his tea. “I am very sorry, Uraraka-chan but I cannot offer any other options. We cannot have a pregnant student being a liability to our hero course. And we are looking out for your wellbeing. How are you supposed to partake in the heroics course with a swollen belly! You have to look after a child now. Unless you want to get an abortion, then by all means you will be welcomed back. But otherwise, we cannot let you stay.”

Uraraka’s mind was running at a mile a second. They had notified her parents and she was being forced to leave the school unless she got an abortion. That thought alone scared her. After seeing her child, though it was just a circle of cells and didn’t have any human features at the moment, she couldn’t do it. She spent so much time thinking about this potential baby that she felt a connection with it and that scared her even more than an abortion.

“I… I understand Mr. Principal.” She sucked down the wetness in her voice and stood, bowing. “May I be excused now?”

“You may. Good luck in the future, Uraraka-chan!” Mr. Principal called as she darted from the room. It was the last knife that was shoved into her back. She felt sick and she hid in the bathroom, locking a stall door behind her as she sat on the toilet. She dropped her bag to the floor and placed her head in her hands, the tears flowing freely.

She was being kicked out of school all because of a mistake that was not entirely her fault. She wanted to curse Bakugou to hell and back but… she couldn’t. This was her mess now and she had to face the consequences. Did she want to bring shame to the school? No. Did she think the principal was being extreme? Yes, yes she did. But she would go quietly and then she would come back as if nothing happened, no matter happened between now and then.

The biggest things would be telling Bakugou, her parents, and her classmates. It was nerve wracking. Her parents already knew it seemed, although the school could have just told them that she was being kicked out and left Uraraka to do the dirty work. She didn’t know how they’d react or if they’d even help her; they were pressed tight for cash already.

The whole reason Uraraka wanted to be a hero was to help her parents make money. Was this baby worth messing up her life plans? The principal had offered her, her seat back but it wouldn’t be the same. She would be behind in the heroics course and would have to work extra hard in order to be on par with everybody else.

Uraraka sniffed and wiped her eyes. She couldn’t spend the entire lunch crying in the bathroom and she needed to eat. She had to be brave. But this was scary, scarier than when they got attacked by the League of Villains (both times) back in her first year. No amount of villain break-ins could prepare her for pregnancy.

Uraraka splashed some cold water on her face and squared her shoulders, staring at her reflection for a moment. She understood why people said that pregnant women glowed; it seemed as if all of her acne had vanished. She didn’t have much to begin with but now her skin was ultra clear. One thing she could thankful for she guessed. She took a deep breath before stepping out into the empty hall and rushing towards the cafeteria. She found her usual table and sat in the seat.

“Uraraka-san!” Midoriya almost choked on his water saying her name and Uraraka laughed lightly.

“I’m sorry to scare you, Deku-kun!”

“N-No it’s okay!” Midoriya wiped his mouth and his eyes were wide, eager to know why she had been called down. Everybody at the table was eying her the same way.

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” Uraraka mumbled and opened her bento box, shoving food into her mouth so she wouldn’t have to elaborate. Everybody shrunk in defeat but let her beat, chatting away as they finished their meals. Midoriya and Tsuyu eyed her suspiciously, detecting that something was off. But they let her be.

It wasn’t until the end of the day when class was already out for summer and her classmates were laughing joyously around her in the dorms that she was cornered.

“What’d that rat face want?” Bakugou slid into her room as she was packing some things. Uraraka jumped and dropped the picture frame in her hand onto the mattress. It bounced to the edge but didn’t fall off.

“He’s not a rat, he’s a bear.” Uraraka said calmly and Bakugou only shrugged, leaning against the door.

“So?”

“So, I don’t want to talk about it.” Uraraka shoved more things into a box. She figured she would be allowed to come back and get the rest of her things during the new term.

“Don’t be like that.” Bakugou grumbled.

Uraraka turned to face him. “Don’t be like what ?”

“All bitchy.” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest.

Uraraka narrowed his eyes. “Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean that you get to call me a bitch.”

Bakugou scoffed. “I didn’t call you a bitch, I said you were bitchy. Totally different.”

“Not really.” She closed the box with an angry thud and shoved some more things into her backpack.

“What the fuck ever. I came here to invite you to my house over break.”

Uraraka hesitated a moment before continuing to shove her necessities into a bag. “What for?”

“So you can meet my parents? Isn’t that some shit couples do?” Bakugou’s voice lost the gruffness and took on something more… embarrassed. She turned to him and saw him looking at the wall, avoiding eye contact.

“Aw, you want me to meet your parents?” Uraraka teased, anger slowly fading.

Bakugou scowled. “I told my mom about you and now she won’t stop nagging me about inviting you over for dinner. Said it’s the ‘right thing to do’ or some shit. And now my old man is starting to bug me too. So you better come over so they’ll get off my ass.”

“Does this mean I get to see your baby pictures?” Uraraka grinned and Bakugou glared.

“Hell no. You’re not going anywhere near my baby pictures.” Bakugou sized her up as she grew closer, only to peck him on the cheek.

“Aw come on, you don’t want to show me all the pictures from when you were happy and not a brat?”

“You know what, forget I said anything, you and my mom would get along great and I don’t need that.”

“Nope, you already invited me so I will definitely be over!” Uraraka giggled. The pregnancy was out of her head for a moment and her irritated attitude was gone. But then her phone chimed and her father had sent her a dull message about him being there to pick her up. Her mood plummeted once more and soon she was rushing to gather her things.

“Do you need help?” Bakugou offered and any other time she would’ve teased him, again, but now she just wanted to get out of his sight.

“Nope, I’m fine! I’ll see you over break, Katsuki.” She rushed out of the dorms, leaving Bakugou standing there confused as all hell. Upon getting to the car, her parents embraced her with warm smiles and soft kisses to the forehead. Her father’s arms were tight around her as he hugged her. Uraraka thought her heart was going fall out her mouth.

There was nothing said about her pregnancy or her getting kicked out. They only drove her back to the apartment and left her there, not saying a word.

Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Side Effects

chapter 6: week 14

Uraraka’s stomach was starting to swell, making it more and more obvious that she was pregnant. She had known this for a couple of weeks now but as she stared at herself in the mirror, standing sideways so she could see her progress, it was really prominent now. She thought she would have more time but there was a definite outward curve to her belly. There was the possibility that she could pass it off as a little bit of weight gain but she would be pushing it in the next couple of weeks. She had taken to wearing Bakugou’s shirts lately, as they were the comfiest and the stretchiest. They had long since stopped smelling like him but she enjoyed the comfort they provided.

Delicate fingers touched her stomach and then retracted. She had been actively searching for information online since she couldn’t go back to the clinic. The internet said her baby was about the size of a lemon or a peach now. That seemed quite large to her, for a baby that had only been baking for fourteen weeks now. But Uraraka had never had much experience with pregnancy and didn’t have anybody to guide her so the internet was her only shining light.

Uraraka yearned to tell Bakugou, or Tsuyu, or Midoriya. She wanted to tell somebody , anybody so she wasn’t alone in this. But every time she picked up the phone it didn’t feel right. She knew she should tell Bakugou first (and in person) since he was the one that had put her in this mess in the first place but their conversations always strayed from being ridiculous to something about the heroes in the media and there was never time.

Uraraka vowed that she would tell him in person though, when she was over his house for dinner. She didn’t plan to do it in front of his parents, no, he could do that himself, but he needed to know, and soon. Before it was really too late to hide.

Deciding that was enough of that for the day, he sighed and pulled her shirt over her stomach. She would make a decision at a different time or maybe let the universe screw her over yet again. She would just let things play out the way fate wanted them to.

She yawned as she padded into the dining room of her small apartment. She was alone as usual, her parents having dropped her off that afternoon two weeks ago. They still hadn’t said anything to her about the Yuuei situation, no calls or texts telling her that they were disappointed in her. Just... Silence. It was almost worse than being told directly that they were disappointed in her.

Another sigh escaped her lips as she opened the fridge to find something to eat. The fridge was nearly empty and she knew she should go grocery shopping soon. That was way too much effort right now and she knew she had instant noodles somewhere. She would settle for the sodium induced heart attack waiting to happen.

Uraraka was heating up the water when the doorbell rang. She tensed up and shut the faucet off, walking down the hallway with light steps. She couldn’t hear anybody’s voice on the other side and when she looked through the peep hole and she wanted to flee.

It was her parents, arriving unannounced as they usually did. She knew that she would no longer be able to run from her problems as they now stood in front of her. The only thing she could do was inhale and open the door, forcing an enthusiastic smile onto her face.

“Mom, dad!” She exclaimed cheerily and her parents smiled back. She was the spitting image of her mother, but with the hardness of her father still showing through. Her mother was all curves and long brown hair, rosy cheeks topping off the beauty she exuded. Her father was broad and he was thick with muscle and toughened from years of working. In reality he was a big softy and Uraraka had the overwhelming urge to hug him, which would be sated in mere seconds when her father pulled her into a hug. She made sure that her stomach was in no way touching her father’s side.

Her mother held up a bag that held multiple plastic containers and grinned. “I brought your favorite!” Her mother shook the bag a little.

Uraraka lit up. “Okonomiyaki?”

“You know it!” Her mother pressed a light kiss on her forehead and both of her parents took their shoes off. “I just have to warm it up but otherwise we can eat right away! Is that okay?”

“Of course.” Uraraka nodded eagerly. She was never going to say no to her favorite dish. “Thank you.”

“Sure, sweetie.” It was her father that spoke this time and he smile down at her, ruffling her hair. “Is it okay that we stopped by?”

“I mean, it is your apartment too!” Uraraka laughed a bit nervously and sat on the couch with her father while her mother busied herself in the kitchen. “I just use it more often.”

Her father’s chuckle was hearty and booming, making itself known. His stockiness shown through in his laugh and in some way he reminded her of Endeavor, but only in build. From what she had overheard of Todoroki and Midoriya’s conversations, and from what she saw in the public, Endeavor was an asshole, to put it lightly. He was cocky and almost childish about how he had reached the number one spot. Her father was subdued and he was always polite, always willing to help people. He would never put hard standards on his children (though he only had one: Uraraka) and he loved her very much. Uraraka hoped that Midoriya or Todoroki himself usurped Endeavor from his seat. Bakugou certainly deserved it too.

With Bakugou in mind, she allowed herself to reflect on the fact that she missed him dearly. Whenever she thought of him her heart ached for calloused, sweaty fingers to run through her hair or down her back, pressing against her skin, leaving their mark. He had only burned her once with those fingers and only accidentally. It was during their first time and they had both gotten a little too excited, causing their quirks to activate without meaning to. Very awkward when you’re being thrust into and suddenly you’re floating a foot above the bed.

Uraraka learned to keep only one hand on Bakugou at all times. That was fine. Bakugou couldn’t really say the same; his hands were always all over her.

“Ochako?” Her father pulled her from her thoughts and looked at her quizzically.

“Ah, sorry, what were you saying?” Uraraka fiddled with her fingers in her lap as her father went on to discuss the work they were doing. Uraraka only half listened as her thoughts strayed to Bakugou once more. She wondered what he was doing right now, if he was thinking about her, or if he was doing everything to not think about her. They texted frequently enough for her to be somewhat on his mind. It was hard to read Bakugou when he was mellow and over the phone; it was easier when his lip was curled back in an angry puppy snarl. He still wrote with his colorful language but contrary to popular belief he didn’t like using all caps. He thought it seemed immature.

It made Uraraka smile. Bakugou was anything but mature. But he wasn’t immature either, clearly. He was a good in between, whatever that would entail.

“Alright, let’s eat!” Her mother announced with a proud clap and Uraraka sprung out of her seat to get to the kitchen table. It had been a long time since she had, had a homecooked meal from her mother and she couldn’t wait to devour it. Her mother was an amazing cook and when it came to her favorite dish? Uraraka’s mouth was watering already.

The sound of chopsticks hitting plates was the only sound in the dining room for a while. Uraraka didn’t know just how famished she really was and while one hand held the chopsticks the other rested over her bump under the table. Somewhere inside of her she hoped that her child was happy with the food. It was impossible now to eat some of the foods she normally loved because they made her nauseous. The baby was running the business and Uraraka hated handing over the rights.

“So.” her mother began after patting her lips primly with a napkin. “We got a phone call from your school.”

Uraraka paled and froze halfway with the chopsticks to her mouth. Her appetite was gone with a single phrase and she looked forlornly down at the half-eaten meal in front of her. “Oh.”

“They didn’t tell us why you were getting kicked out.” Her mother added.

“I couldn’t believe it.” Her father shook his head. “Our Ochako, getting kicked out of school? It’s so unlike you!”

“I didn’t…” Uraraka licked her lips and groped for words in her brain. She couldn’t lie; she had to stop lying. Lying was going to just keeping digging her deeper and deeper into a hole that she didn’t want to be in anymore. It was getting too deep, so much so that it was hard to drag herself out.

“Does this have anything to do with the sonogram on the fridge?” Her mother inquired, voice neutral to hide either disappoint or just a valid question.

Uraraka cursed herself. She didn’t have any time to take it down because she hadn’t known her parents were coming. The truth had been taken from her and in the processed she was catapulted from the hole.

“Yes.” Uraraka admitted with an exhale. “I… I’m pregnant.”

Her parents stared at her for a long time.

Uraraka continued, “They told me I couldn’t stay unless I got an abortion. They didn’t want me to ruin their reputation or whatever.”

Her mother reached over and pat her arm. “We’ll make you an appointment for an abortion, okay?”

Uraraka’s mouth fell open in shock and she stared at her parents, her mother smiling at her sympathetically and her father nodding in agreement. That wasn’t what she wanted, not at all. She knew that an abortion was the logical choice; she wanted to continue in her studies and be a hero someday. She had worked so hard to get into Yuuei; she had even been willing to sacrifice some of her points so that Midoriya could get in too. Was she really going to throw it away for a baby, a tiny bundle of cells at this current moment? Se had already sustained a connection with it and the thought of getting an abortion made her stomach lurch.

“I don’t want an abortion, mom.” Uraraka said quietly.

“What?” Her mother blinked wide caramel eyes at her.

“Honey,” her father shifted uncomfortably. He hadn’t said much up until that point but with that first word out of his mouth, Uraraka knew he wasn’t going to be on her side. “this is your dream. You pushed yourself to the limit to get into Yuuei Academy. We’re making ends meet just so you can attend and dorm there too. And you want to throw that all away for a baby?”

Uraraka swallowed and nodded, not trusting herself to argue.

“Ochako, we want you to be happy and we know you’ll be much happier if you get the abortion.” Her mother urged and already was picking up her cell phone to search for clinics.

“Mom, no.” Uraraka stood, heart beating rapidly. Her palms were sweaty and anxiety washed over her in a flurry. She couldn’t do this. “I… I’m going to keep this baby and raise it and I’m still going to be a great hero and help you guys out with the family business! I can do this! You just… have to believe in me.”

“We do believe in you!” Her mother did not raise her voice like Uraraka had. “But you can do so much more without a child, Ochako. I had to stop working for a couple of months after I had you and it took a toll on us. Your father picked up more hours and it was a really stressful time. And you’re only sixteen. You have to focus on your studies.”

“Why can’t I do both, huh?” Uraraka was starting to sound like Bakugou. She thought he would be proud.

“Because you’re a teenager!” Her father roared and slammed his hands on the table. Uraraka twitched. She could count on one hand the amount of times she had seen her father genuinely angry. “Ochako, you know we support and love you but you’re being irrational. Having and supporting a child is not easy. You don’t have a job, how are you going to pay for necessities? You have to be realistic about all of this.”

“I… I was hoping you guys would help me…” She mumbled quietly. Maybe Bakugou’s parents would be willing to help out as well.

“No.” Her father crossed his arms over his chest. “We’re not going to help or support this selfishness.”

“Selfishness?” Uraraka exclaimed.

“Yes, selfishness.” Her father nodded.

Her mother looked between the two of them. “I think what your father means is that you would be bringing this child into the world unfairly. You can’t support it and we… we can’t support you with our funds either. We’re focusing on you. I understand if you want to carry to term and then give it up for adoption but-”

“I’m keeping it.”

Her mother lowered her head with a heavy exhale. “Ochako-”

“No! I’m keeping it! I… I don’t care if you guys help me or not! I’ll… I’ll ask the father and his family.”

“Selfish.” Her father repeated.

Uraraka glared and her mouth pulled into a thin line before she stomped over to the front door, shoving her socked feet into shoes.

“Where are you going?” Her father called.

“To the Bakugou residence!” Uraraka didn’t turn around. “You know that hot-headed blonde kid that won the sports festival last year and got second this year? That’s my boyfriend and the father of my child. I think he should get a say in this just as much as I do.”

“If you leave right now then we won’t be here when you get back.” Her father explained. “We will cut you off, Ochako, if you don’t make the right decision.”

Uraraka’s eyes watered and she bit her lip. Her parents were going to just give up on her? Just like that? All because of a baby that was the size of a peach? She was just trying to do what she thought was right.

Uraraka had never been one to back down from something she believed in. Her father was the one who taught her this. If they didn’t want to keep supporting her then fine. She could do this on her own.

Maybe.

“Fine.” She opened the door and grabbed her keys, running out the door. It swung shut behind her and she jumped over the railing down to float to the ground and then took off in a light jog to the station. It was irrational to walk to Bakugou’s house considering he lived nowhere near her.

Uraraka was anxious the entire way. Her parents had basically just disowned her. She couldn’t go back to apartment because they may or may not still be there. Everything was a mess. Maybe she should just give the baby up for adoption, or get an abortion. It would make her life so much easier.

But could she live with herself after that?

She knew an abortion was the logical decision. Her parents were right: she couldn’t take care of a child and live comfortably. It wouldn’t be fair to her or the child, or Bakugou for that matter. She didn’t really have any experience with children. She was sixteen and her primary focus should be to do well in school. But there was this deep seeded attachment that she felt she couldn’t let go of. Heck, her stomach was already sporting a tiny bump. Uraraka could see that she was pregnant and that was enough for her to hesitate. Was an abortion even probable if she was showing? She would have to do research but there was a slim chance she would go through with it.

Uraraka could see Bakugou’s house in the distance once she started walking after getting off the train. It was a cute modern-styled house and she could definitely see that it was owned by somebody in the upper middle class. She knew that his father was a fashion designer but was unsure of what his mother did. She figured their professions were related. Bakugou rarely ever talked about his parents and when he did it was in disdain. There had to be a reason but Uraraka never wanted to delve deep enough. It was risky getting Bakugou all riled up like that.

Uraraka had since calmed a little since she had gotten on the train, her heart no longer pouring from her eyes. Now, as she stood at the front door, that same heart palpitated so fast she thought she was going to pass out. Or vomit. Right there on the front porch. With a trembling fist she knocked on the door and clasped her hands together behind her back.

The door opened almost immediately to reveal a woman in her late thirties wearing a simple black skirt and pink blouse. She definitely resembled Bakugou, her blonde hair styled in the same manic fashion as her son’s, if only a little longer, and the same crimson eyes. Though, her’s held kindness and a little bit of mischief.

“Hi, um, is Bakugou-kun here?” Uraraka’s voice wavered and she smiled unsurely when Bakugou’s mother grinned wolfishly.

“Are you his girlfriend?” Bakugou’s mother crossed her arms over her chest, the smile still on her face. It was a little scary but considering Bakugou had the same smile, Uraraka knew it held no malice.

“Um, yes.” Uraraka nodded.

“Excellent.” Bakugou’s mother ushered her into the house with a hand clamped on Uraraka’s shoulder and slammed the door behind her. “Oi, Katsuki! Your girlfriend is here! You never told us how cute she was!”

Uraraka blushed and for a moment there was nothing but silence. Then, she heard heavy footsteps stomping against the stairs and coming closer until they rounded the corner. Bakugou was wearing baggy shorts and a normal black tee with a skull on it. Uraraka recognized it from something he wore to bed. Bakugou stared at her dumbfounded.

“The fuck?” Bakugou narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re not supposed to be here for another-”

“I’m pregnant.” Uraraka blurted out right there in front of his parents, his father sitting on the couch. She hadn’t seen him until her wide eyes scanned the room to assess the damage of the situation. His father, an older man with spiked brown hair and a mustache, had paled while his mother’s arms fell to her sides in surprise and she fixed a puzzled gaze on her son, who looked just as wild and confused as her.

“Katsuki-”

“We’re going!” Bakugou rushed over to Uraraka and fastened a hand around her wrist, dragging her up the stairs and into his room. Unsurprisingly, the room was painted dark grey and it resembled Tokoyami’s room back at the dorms. However, what did shock her were the All Might posters slathered all over the room. It reminded her of Midoriya’s room but she couldn’t find it in herself to be giddy about this little fact.

There was a reason she was standing in Bakugou’s room, and it wasn’t for leisure.

Bakugou was standing about three feet away from her, looking at his hands as if he were burned. It was a little irrational, considering that his hands were always sparking with explosions. He probably felt the burn of blisters every day.

“You have to be shitting me.” Bakugou spoke and glared at her. “You come into my house and spout bullshit? Really Ochako? What the actual fuck?”

Uraraka took a deep breath. Of course he wouldn’t believe her. They were safe. They were always so, so safe when it came to these kinds of things.

She fixed brown eyes onto furious red ones. “I’m pregnant, Katsuki. And it’s yours.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Uraraka was surprisingly calm as she told Bakugou that the baby was his, and didn’t flinch at his reaction. It was expected. She felt at ease, a peace within herself that she hadn’t felt for weeks. The burden of many lies was lifted from her shoulders in that moment and though she did feel a little bad that she had blurted it out in front of his parents (that’s definitely not how she wanted it to go), at least Bakugou knew now.

But Bakugou was silent where he would be shouting obscenities.

It was an eerie sort of quiet, the kind where you can hear the wind whistling through the window and the fan overhead whirling around, creating a draft. Uraraka could hear the soft murmurs of his parents below them and could only think that they were talking about them. About her. She hadn’t really made the best first impression.

“Pregnant?” Bakugou finally spoke, quietly. He was sitting on the bed, head in his hands, clearly stressed. His voice was almost like a whisper, the blades of the fan picking it up and airing it through the room. The question was so heavy, one word divided into a million different connotations.

“Yes.”

“How long?” Once again, quiet.

“I’m fourteen weeks along.” Uraraka touched her stomach. “It happened, um… your birthday...”

“My birthday…” Bakugou mumbled to himself, stitching the pieces together in his mind.

Bakugou’s eyebrows knit together and he stared at her. “Are you sure?”

Uraraka rolled her eyes and turned to the side, lifting her shirt. She watched crimson eyes widen as he stared at her slightly protruding stomach. It could be passed off as weight gain again, but then again it was hard to tell. She knew he was trying so hard not to believe her; he didn’t want to believe her, in fact. But Uraraka was going to keep throwing it in his face until he accepted it. She would never, ever blame him though. She just wanted him to accept.

“You’re not gonna keep it, are ya?” Bakugou asked, chewing on his lip. He appeared deep in thought, one of which Uraraka had seen a handful of times. Her stress management was to bite her nails, her low nailbeds currently a representation of that.

Determination set in Uraraka’s chocolate brown eyes. “I am.”

Bakugou stared at her incredulously. “I don’t understand.”

“What is there to not understand? You’re the father and I’m keeping this baby.”

“What about school, huh?” Wow, they really did sound alike.

“What about it?”

“Is that why you were packin’ up so much shit the other day?” Bakugou inquired.

It was Uraraka’s turn to bite her lip. “I got kicked out.”

Bakugou snorted and shifted harshly, the mattress squeaking under his weight. He had an All Might plush doll leaning against his pillows and Uraraka couldn’t help but wonder if he slept with it. Would a time come when Bakugou would have his own plush dolls? Would she? Would a baby ruin her chances of becoming popular enough to have memorabilia made of her?

“And you’re still gonna keep it after that? What the fuck?” Bakugou’s voice finally rose in anger. “You’re gonna throw away your dreams for some shitty little punk?”

If Bakugou could yell then she would yell right back. “So what if I am?”

“That’s bullshit.” Bakugou scoffed and leaned back on his hands. Uraraka tried not to think about the way his muscles bulged from the sleeves of his shirt. It was almost obscene that a seventeen year old could be as buff as Bakugou. Perks of being a hero-in-training, she guessed.

“I just want to…” She paused. What did she want exactly?

“You can’t even come up with a goddamn excuse.” Bakugou clicked his tongue. “You need to get an abortion.”

“I need to?”

“Yeah. You can’t just fucking give up your dreams. It’s all you talk about it!”

Uraraka squared her shoulders. “I’m sorry that it bothers you so much.”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” Bakugou shouted. “You wanna be a hero so you can make money and help out your parents. Did you forget about that? It’s your dream, it’s why you went to this godforsaken hell of a school in the first place! This kid isn’t even born yet and it’s dictating you’re fucking life! You’re sixteen and I.. I’m seventeen! We shouldn’t have to make decisions like this. I don’t want to take care of a fucking kid. I don’t even want a goddamn kid. You should have thought of this before you… did whatever you did.” Bakugou’s voice was raw by the end of his speech and Uraraka’s eyes were only a little tearful but she blinked them away to replace with venom.

“You’re just as much a part of this, Bakugou-kun .” She sneered and she felt a little proud of the way he flinched at the way she said his name. “You stuck your... thing in me and you did it inside of me.”

“We used protection!”

“Clearly we didn’t or this-” Rapid gesturing to her bulging stomach ensued, “wouldn’t be an issue!”

“Well I’m sorry!”

“Yeah, you should be!” Uraraka huffed and turned her head. So much for not placing the blame.

“You won’t even consider an abortion?”

“It’s too late.” Uraraka shook her head. She didn’t know for sure but she guessed it was too late. She was already in her second trimester. It was risky.

“Adoption then.”

“I’m keeping this baby, Katsuki!”

“No you’re not!”

“You don’t get to make decisions for me and what happens to my body. It’s my body for a reason!”

“It’s my kid too, don’t I get a say?”

“No, you don’t. You only admit it’s your’s when you can’t get your way.” Uraraka glared at him and he glared right back.

“I’m looking out for you.” Bakugou’s voice was gruff and any other time Uraraka would have thought it was sexy but she was currently fuming so any thoughts of her attraction were out the window.

“By telling me to get an abortion that I would regret? By telling me to give up this baby and having to live with that decision for the rest of my life? They offered to take me back-”

“But at what cost, huh?” Bakugou interrupted and Uraraka balled her fists. “You get to come back and then what? It’s that easy? You get to breeze by while all of us bust our fucking asses just to make sure we pass Aizawa’s fucking schemes? That’s not fucking fair.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Are you going to try and guilt me into giving up this baby?” Uraraka wanted to curl into a ball when Bakugou stood, inching toward her until he crowded her near the door. She gulped but there was nowhere for her to go. She was cornered.

“You can do whatever the fuck you want.” Bakugou had flipped a switch. One moment he was trying to convince her that he cared, that he was just looking out for her and now? He was cold-blooded, nothing but ice in his eyes and veins. “You can raise a baby all you fucking want but don’t you dare count me in.”

Uraraka gasped as Bakugou reached around her and yanked the door open. It hit her back and shoved her out of the way. She had stumbled forward and caught herself, and by the time she was going to say something in response Bakugou was already slipping out. The door slammed behind her with a thud that pulsed in her ears, one mimicking the same way she had slammed her own front door shut only an hour before. She heard Bakugou’s mother call out to him and then the front door was closing too.

Uraraka was completely alone, standing in a sea of All Might’s smiling face, quite possibly the only one looking down at her with positivity in her time of trouble.

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chapter 7: baby daddy 1

Bakugou remembered the night that they had gotten together; it wasn’t that long ago but it was always fresh on his mind. He had slid a hastily scrawled note under her dorm room door commanding her to meet him on the roof at midnight. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, one that was completely out of character for him. But he just wanted to get this bullshit out of the way. Her saucer-like eyes were always trained on him throughout class and it was hard not to notice them digging holes into the back of his head. It was easier to just knock this out of the park and have a stupid love declaration or something.

Though, he wasn’t that subtle either. Kirishima and Kaminari would tease him relentlessly about how he was always gazing at Uraraka when they were doing physical training. After they would always mention how she was too good for him. The stares hadn’t stop and it was a miracle that they didn’t realize the two were together.

Uraraka had, in fact, come that night and announced herself with an “Um…” as she pushed open the rooftop door. It had creaked loudly in the way that rusty metal did, sort of like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Awful. Bakugou had been leaning with his elbows against the railing to overlook the campus, his back to her. He had looked over his shoulder and caught her eye, seeing the way she froze in surprise. She had stumbled over her words, something about not expecting it to be him, then again she really didn’t know who could have written her the note in the first place.

Bakugou had fired back with something along the lines of ‘was it really that surprising?’ and she had said no.

There was silence that ensued and awkwardness hung heavy in the air. It fit right in with the humidity making his hair stand up in every direction. He hadn’t known what to say now that she was there with him, alone, on the rooftop overlooking a darkened campus. It was past their curfew and they would be in deep shit if they were caught but this was worth it. Bakugou, for one, had been surprised that Uraraka would break the rules in the first place.

Curiosity did kill the cat, after all.

It was nerve wracking for Bakugou since he had never confessed to somebody before; he thought it was cheesy and disgustingly romantic, two things he definitely was not. Bakugou didn’t do romance. Yet there he was, letting his heart lead the way before his mind and his muscles had a chance to catch up. He would blame it on Uraraka’s glowing smile in the future but that night was the first (of many) that he would get a chance to talk with her one on one.

Bakugou hadn’t known how long they had been up on that roof but Uraraka had finally broken the quiet hum, telling Bakugou that she didn’t think it was funny that he was making fun of her feelings like this. Bakugou had immediately been pissed, palms igniting with fury. Swears flew from his mouth, arguing that he wasn’t making fun her and her shitty feelings (why he had said that he still had no clue). Never one to back down from being charged at, Uraraka had yelled back if they were so shitty then she was going to leave.

Bakugou hadn’t want her to leave. He didn’t even want to leave her now. It was the opposite of what he wanted and he had lurched forward to grab onto her wrist, gently, not to hurt her, and very quietly whispered into the abyss of the night that he returned her feelings and wanted to go out with her. Again, more silence. It would be the death of him if the League of Villains didn’t get to him first. That had sent shivers down his spine, thinking of those scarred hands that could turn him to particles at any moment.

The cicadas had chirped below and Bakugou’s heart hammered in his chest. It was the same feeling he had after the rush of pummeling an enemy into the ground, or Deku.

The only response from Uraraka had been to flush a shade of red that Bakugou had never seen before and to leave a ghost of kiss on his cheek before rushing back to her dorm room. Bakugou hadn’t know if that meant yes or no but his hand had gone to his cheek and he figured this was just another thing he could add to his list of shit he’s failed

The next morning, however, he had been surprised to find a note slipped under the door with the kanji for “YES” written on it. He felt so triumphant that he had blown up the note on the spot. Kirishima had banged on wall after that but that didn’t stop the grin from taking over his face.

After that the roof had become their special place. It held all their most private moments: confession, first hand holding (that was a big deal, okay?), all their secrets, their first kiss.

That last one had been nothing less than awkward.

It wasn’t romantic, not in the slightest. Fireworks didn’t go off at the first press of lips and Bakugou didn’t feel anything warm and fuzzy in him and he was certain that Uraraka hadn’t either.

It was spontaneous. Uraraka had been talking about something, a smile gracing her face and the pink on her cheeks surrounded by a deep red. It was as if they were the only two people in the world. Super cliche. Bakugou liked that about her, that she had the ability to make him forget about everything and anything else. There was not a care in her voice as she talked about everything under the sun and she was comfortable talking about her deepest fears and her dreams without being embarrassed. Bakugou wondered how she could be so selfless and why that had made him feel so warm inside.

Bakugou wasn’t a soft guy. Not even by a long shot. Everybody and their mother knew that. He had been chained like an animal at the Sports Festival in their first year for the whole country to see. Not his proudest moment but if they had just listened to him then there really wouldn’t have been a problem. But nobody ever fucking listened to him except this bright girl that had sat beside him on the rooftop every night just to talk to him.

That was what made him lean forward and kiss her square on the mouth.

Uraraka hadn’t kissed back, (who could blame her?) only blinked at him with wide brown eyes when he pulled back. Bakugou had immediately ducked his head between his knees, grumbling to himself about how that was fucking stupid and how he was being a pussy about everything. He had felt a dainty hand touch his shoulder and when he lifted his head, her lips were on his once more. It was still awkward, unpracticed; neither had kissed anybody before. Bakugou didn’t have time for shit like this. Number one heroes didn’t spend their days making out on the roof, they spent them training their ass off.

The concrete of the roof also held their first ‘I love you,’ the day they had moved back into the dorms for their second. They had a couple of days to settle before they started course work again and of course they made their way to roof the first chance they got. The sun was setting over the terrain. Bakugou didn’t give a shit but Uraraka had wanted to see it and he blindly followed without a complaint. Uraraka could be surprisingly scary if she didn’t get her way in certain things, just like he was 100% of the time.

That’s why he was so drawn to her in the first place. Uraraka could stand up to him and treat him like they were equals when he hadn’t thought the same. He did now, though. He saw all of her potential and strived to push her in the direction of that potential.

Their first ‘I love you’ was told under a glowing orange and fuschia sky. Uraraka had taken his hand, the risen pads of her fingertips tickling his palm before lacing their fingers together. She had smiled at him in the way she always did, with her eyes crinkling in giddiness. Bakugou wanted to ask how she was always happy, how she could smile through the reality that she would probably never be good enough or surpass the fucking bane of Bakugou’s entire existence, Deku. How she could live with herself knowing that her popularity would probably be based entirely on her happy-go-lucky outlook on life.

He never did and as she smiled at him, the sunset illuminating her in a way it never had before, the words had tumbled naturally out of his mouth. They were jumbled and he had, had to clear his throat to get them out again.

If it were possible, Uraraka’s smile would have grown infinitely wide. She had thrown her arms around his neck, her lashes brushing against his pulse and the intensity of her embrace knocked them to the ground. He had shouted and cursed about what the hell she thought she was doing but she had only smacked her hands on his cheeks, pulling him in for a big smooch on the lips, saying that she loved him too and that she didn’t care that they were only together for a few months. Their love was real and saw no obstacles.

Until now.

Until Uraraka had dropped an utter bomb on top of him that she was pregnant. What the fuck had she expected him to do?

Bakugou let out a frustrated yell and kicked over a garbage can. Garbage scattered everywhere and though Bakugou was normally a neat person, he walked away. He let the trash litter the side of the street. The anger burning holes in his veins made it hard for him to do anything heroic, if picking up some spilt trash could even be viewed as heroic. He was feeling less than heroic right now.

“Fuck!” Bakugou shouted into night, the sun beginning to set. It was identical to the one that had set the day they said ‘I love you’ and if Bakugou could, he would have blinded himself right now. He didn’t want to see anything or think of anything, much less anything to do with her .

How could Uraraka do this to them? To herself? All those dreams she spoke of all the fucking time; she wanted to make money to help her parents. She had told Deku and four eyes, and she had told him. On the roof. Of course it was on the roof. It was always on the goddamn roof.

“ I want to make money, y’know,” She had said one day, looking up at the stars. Bakugou had been on his back, arms tucked under his head and legs bent at the knee, one thrown over the other. Uraraka was sitting with her knees to her chest, hands patting against them in an unknown rhythm. “ So I can help my parents and their business. I want to save people too but… but it’s more important to help them . To me at least .”

Bakugou never understood her dreams. He could respect it and push her towards her goal but he didn’t understand it. He had even asked, “ You don’t want to do it for yourself? Seems kinda shitty that you’re going through all this bullcrap to not do it for yourself .”

He had insulted her without even realizing it. She had immediately snapped back.

“ I love my parents. Just because you hate your parents doesn’t mean that everybody does .”

They didn’t speak for a couple of days after that. It had blown up more than it had to because the both of them were stubborn and didn’t know how to talk out their problems. They didn’t want to admit that they were both out of line (Bakugou, in fact, did not hate his parents. He hated his mother’s nagging and he hated the way his dad never stuck up for himself like some sorry sack of shit but he still loved them. They had given him this amazing quirk after all, and a pretty good life too. He definitely couldn’t complain.)

They made up on his birthday, the birthday that had quite literally fucked them for the rest of their lives. Neither of them could have known but Bakugou never would have let the passion take over if he did.

When Uraraka had told him she was pregnant and that she was going to keep it, he immediately thought she was stupid. Why was she going to throw away everything she was working for, for some unborn brat? And the kid would be brat, if his genes were involved. He didn’t understand why she would leave school when she could easily get an abortion. He knew things, he knew they were easy to get here in Japan. Doctors were always advertising abortions for unwanted pregnancies.

Yet Uraraka didn’t want to get one. Dumbass.

He had stomped out on her like it was nothing. His mother had tried to stop him, probably to get him to explain, but since when did he listen to her? He shoved past her and out into the evening light, light that was now fading below the horizon.

Bakugou stuffed his hands into his pockets. He was pissed. Fucking infuriated. This didn’t just affect Uraraka, it affected him too, whether he wanted it to or not. It affected his parents and hers, even if they were being just as scummy as he was. It affected them going to school. It was a fucking shit show. The baby just caused problems! It wasn’t even a fucking baby yet, which was the kicker.

Bakugou let out a little laugh. It was just a fucking blob floating in her stomach. And Uraraka was going to throw everything away for that. What a fucking joke.

Bakugou didn’t want kids. He had never given it a thought because he was seventeen years old . He was focused on more important things, like becoming the number one hero and beating out Deku. He still didn’t get why All Might had given Deku of all nerds a quirk as powerful as All For One but there was nothing Bakugou could do except being angry about it.

Anger, anger, anger. That’s all people saw in Bakugou. It was easy to, considering that was his default state of being. In his mind he was mature but being able to be set off as easy as he was, that was quite immature. How the hell was he supposed to raise a kid if he couldn’t even ignore the fucking losers in his class?

“Fuck this.” Bakugou mumbled to himself and started on the journey home. He didn’t know if Uraraka had left yet but he sure as hell hoped she did. He had missed her a little bit during their summer break so far but now he didn’t want to look at her. He was just… he didn’t know what he felt, but it sure as hell wasn’t love. It was a complete one-eighty from what he had felt when they had left for summer break only a couple of weeks ago.

Sure, it was the anger talking. It was always the anger talking. He was mad. Not that, that anger was justified but somewhere in his mind this was all her fault. Maybe she was trying to tear them apart by adding a kid to the mix. Even if that was his fault. For not wrapping his dick.

Bakugou let out another grunt. What a fucking mess.

It was completely dark by the time Bakugou walked back up to the house. The lights were still on, as it was too early to go to bed. When he opened the door he heard quiet conversation and Uraraka’s voice was amongst the group. Bakugou slammed the door behind him and made an attempt to stomp up the stairs but a hand curled around collar of his shirt and yanked him back.

“And where do you think you’re going you brat?” Bakugou’s mother, Bakugou Mitsuki, asked, one perfect blonde eyebrow raised, pink-framed mouth in a thin line.

“To my room.” Bakugou tried to get out of her grip but she only twisted the shirt around her fist, holding him closer.

“No you don’t, you’re going to sit down and have a fucking meal.” Mitsuki dragged him to the dining room and pushed him roughly into a chair across from Uraraka. She straightened her clothes and sat down, a fake smile curling on her lips. She was clearly pissed; that hot-blooded gaze was the entire Bakugou family charm after all.

Uraraka looked down at her plate, refusing to look across at her boyfriend. Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest. Two could play at this game.

“I’m not hungry.” Bakugou stared hard at his mother, whose gaze was just as set.

“Too bad.” Mitsuki folded her hands in front of her. “You’ve got a real nice girl here, Katsuki. It would be a damn shame if you let her go.”

“I’m not raising a fucking kid.” Bakugou argued through grit teeth, feeling a bit of spit fly out onto the plate.

“Now, now…” His father, Bakugou Masaru, tried to calm them both, speaking softly. Neither looked at him, only Uraraka cast him a nervous glance.

Mitsuki jabbed a finger at her son. “You’re going to take responsibility for what you’ve done to this young lady, you hear? She shouldn’t have to be the only one to deal with your fucking mistake.”

“She was just as much a part of it as I was!” Bakugou yelled.

Mitsuki curled a fist, trying to appear polite in front of their guest. She would’ve smacked him upside the head by now if Uraraka wasn’t there. “You think I don’t know how sex works?” Both of the teenagers flinched. “I don’t give a shit what you say, Katsuki, you’re going to help whether you like it or not.”

“Mom, come the fuck-”

“In fact,” Mitsuki raised her voice to talk over her son and looked over at Uraraka with a sinister smile, “you’re more than welcome to stay here during the duration of your pregnancy, sweetie, since you’re having troubles at home.”

“What?” Bakugou screeched, palms immediately igniting.

“Katsuki, we don’t use quirks in the house.” Masaru warned lightly, finally interjecting loud enough to be heard.

“Oh fuck off, old man!” Bakugou stood and glared at all three of them, Uraraka sinking in her seat. “Fuck all of you! I don’t have to do anything!”

Bakugou stormed off to his room, vaguely hearing Uraraka politely declining the offer and his mother insisting, his father never speaking a word.Fucking coward , Bakugou seethed and slammed his door shut, pushing his dresser in front of it so nobody could come bursting in. Bakugou collapsed on his bed, staring at the wall with his arms tucked under his head and a pout on his face.

His mother was only doing this to torture him, he was sure. She never did what he wanted, always making decisions that only benefited her. She was the fucking selfish one. Maybe he did hate his mother.

He groaned and slammed his fist into the wall, barely feeling the throbbing. He was breathing heavily from frustration and rage. He closed his eyes and tried to even his breathing, trying desperately to not think about the high-pitched voice coming up through the floorboards, surrounding him, suffocating him. He loved that voice, or he did, before all of this mess happened.

Now, he wanted to shatter it to pieces and make sure that it was never in his proximity ever again.

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chapter 8: week 17

After settling in at the Bakugou residence, Uraraka quickly learned that Bakugou had gotten his stubbornness and persuasiveness from his mother. His mother had insisted upon first meeting that Uraraka call her Mitsuki instead of Mrs. Bakugou. Uraraka still called her the latter term because she was not comfortable enough yet with the woman to call her by her given name. Uraraka had tried to deny the invitation to stay with them during the duration of her pregnancy (and after she gave birth) but both of his parents refused to listen. That first night she met them Uraraka had confessed everything, word vomiting the situation, from finding out she was pregnant after collapsing during training to the events early that day.

The worst thing about all of it was that her parents had only sent one confirmation text acknowledging that Uraraka would be staying with the Bakugou family. She even offered (per Masaru’s request) for them to come have dinner at the house but it was radio silence. Then they had cut off her monthly allowance meaning she would basically be starving herself so she really had no other option other than to stay with Bakugou’s family.

Mitsuki reminded Uraraka so much of Bakugou that it was almost painful for the young woman. The mother and son were the most similar and Uraraka felt drawn to Mitsuki for that reason. She was holding on to everything she had of Bakugou before he slipped through her fingers just like everything else seemed to be. Mitsuki and Masaru were her only lifelines now. Mitsuki was attempting to get Bakugou to act like a proper boyfriend, calling him and threatening him everyday. Bakugou had seemingly inherited his bad mouth from Mitsuki because a lot of swearing took place on these phone calls. Even then Bakugou never returned and he was just as silent towards her as her parents.

What surprised Uraraka the most about living with the older Bakugou’s was how well she got along with Masaru.

Masaru was a quiet man in his early forties and was vastly different from his brash wife. Watching them, Uraraka wondered how they ended up together in the first place. It seemed like Masaru kept to himself when he was home, though he did a lot of the cooking and he was always joking with Mitsuki when they were together. It was cute, watching them; they were always laughing and smiling together. Masaru’s jokes were a little more tame than Mitsuki’s and he was unfazed by his wife slapping him in the arm when she got a little too into it. Masaru was the peacemaker, always distressed when a fight broke out between the two he loved most in this world. Uraraka felt a little bad for him, in a way.

Masaru reminded her a lot of her own father. He was soft spoken, always offering gentle smiles and encouraging words whenever Uraraka needed them. He often apologized for his son’s behavior and kept telling her that things would fall into place soon. Uraraka only smiled but wanted to scream ‘When? When would they come back together again?’ but she was a guest in their house and Bakugou’s father was the sweetest man. She couldn’t bear to raise her voice at him.

Then there was Bakugou himself. They were technically living together, but it was like they weren’t. Bakugou was bitter and angry, for good reason. Uraraka knew that he had every right to be mad at her. She was, truly, ruining her own life (maybe ruining was too strong but what else is a sixteen year old whose pregnant doing with her future?) and making Bakugou’s life a mess.

Mitsuki made Bakugou cook all of Uraraka’s meals. Bakugou had said that Uraraka could ‘make her own damn meals’ and that ‘she didn’t have to stay here in the first place.’ That had reignited a screaming match between them, Mitsuki repeating that he had to take responsibility and it would be a good life lesson so this didn’t happen again until they were much, much older. This was always Mitsuki’s made argument and it pissed Bakugou off each and every time.

It was clear that Bakugou wanted nothing to do with her at this current moment and although she didn’t think it would be this bad she had sort of expected it. Uraraka was mentally prepared but it still hurt for Bakugou to treat her like a ghost, as if she wasn’t there and he could walk right through her. Uraraka had been strong until now, not letting the tears spill over. She didn’t want to be weak, especially not about something like this.

Bakugou was seemingly the only problem with living with his family. While he was off being as chilly as a winter night, his parents were extremely accepting and wanted to bring Uraraka in as one of their own. Mitsuki even took Uraraka to the clinic for an appointment after Uraraka had explained to her she wasn’t allowed to go back unless it was with parental consent.

“Ultrasounds are very important.” Mitsuki explained as they drove to the doctor. Uraraka glanced at her from the passenger’s seat. “It’s also very emotional. I know you’ve already had one but seeing the kid grow inside of you? It’s crazy! Us women are crazy creatures, y’know. Badasses.”

Uraraka giggled. Mitsuki had a funny way of talking but she was never less than articulate.

“I’m sure you’ll believe this but Katsuki was a little shit even in the womb.” Mitsuki clicked her tongue against her teeth. Another thing Bakugou had inherited from his mother. Uraraka had yet to find anything he had that was similar to his father. It must be why him and his mother butt heads all the time.

“How so?” Uraraka prompted.

Mitsuki waved one of her hands above her head. “He was super active! Wouldn’t settle the fuck down, not even when I was trying to sleep! Always kicking or having the hiccups or something. It was kinda cute when he had hiccups but not when it’s three in the goddamn morning and I have to go to work the next day.” Mitsuki shook her head and chuckled. “He was a cute kid though. I’ll have to show you the photo albums.”

That’ll probably make him hate me even more, Uraraka thought but agreed and looked out the window, watching the skyscrapers fly by. She had never been over here before and she wondered how often Bakugou saw this sight, if he knew this route like the back of his hand, or if he never really paid attention. She wondered the same about Midoriya, them being childhood friends and all. She figured that Mitsuki probably had some pictures of the two of them together and she would love to see a time where they got along, at least somewhat.

The clinic was close enough by that they arrived in the next five minutes. Uraraka signed in and they proved that Mitsuki was a consenting adult (Uraraka thought that Mitsuki was going to hurt her jaw from how hard she was smiling). Then they were whisked into a room, Uraraka’s blood pressure and heart beat taken again and then she was instructed to lay down.

“Are you nervous?” Mitsuki asked, folding her hands in her lap.

Uraraka laughed a little. “Should I be?”

Mitsuki shrugged. “No. I would always get a little anxious.”

Uraraka shook it off. She had no reason to be nervous; she had done this before and she trusted her doctor. All she wanted to know was if her baby was healthy or not. She had been trying to eat right (Bakugou made her the healthiest food he could despite claiming that he didn’t care) and she took her vitamins. There could always be something wrong though.

“Ah, Uraraka Ochako!” Dr. Fujiwara announced as she walked into the room and turned to smile at Uraraka. Her eyes flicked to Mitsuki. “And you brought a parent!”

“I’m the mother of her child’s father.” Mitsuki explained with a smile.

“Very nice to meet you.” Dr. Fujiwara nodded and started typing things into a computer. “You’re seventeen weeks pregnant now, almost halfway through your pregnancy! How does it feel?” Her eyes were alight and she was staring directly at Uraraka despite typing. Uraraka shifted slightly.

“Um, good. Can’t really feel the baby yet but I know they’re there.” Uraraka pat her stomach and laughed softly.

“The belly will just keep getting bigger and bigger!” Dr. Fujiwara clapped her hands together cheerily. “Have you noticed any weight gain? You should be experiencing some other symptoms as well.”

Uraraka had noticed that her thighs were getting a little bloated and she really only felt comfortable in sweatpants now. “Yes, as well as other things…” She didn’t want to say in front of Bakugou’s mother despite knowing she had gone through all of this before.

“I know it can be embarrassing to talk about it.” Dr. Fujiwara explained as she put on gloves. “But it’s all natural! Pregnancy may be a beautiful thing but they really never explain how disgusting it can be sometimes. Increase in your vaginal discharge, beginning to see stretch marks, that kind of thing. Any weird dreams? I usually get a lot of those stories around this time.”

Uraraka could recall something about talking fruits and told the doctor that, causing both Dr. Fujiwara and Mitsuki to laugh. “You become a lighter sleeper when you’re pregnant since your body is constantly alert because of the new presence, and the need to urinate, so you wake up a lot more during REM sleep and remember dreams more often.” The cool gel was spread on Uraraka’s stomach.

“Think of any names yet?”

Uraraka bit her lip. “Not really…”

“That’s perfectly alright. You’re getting close to being able to find out the gender of your child and a lot of people have names picked out so that everything feels real.”

“I didn’t really think I’d get the chance to see another ultrasound so I haven’t really thought about that stuff much…” Uraraka was a little embarrassed to admit this but what would the doctor expect?

“Do you want to find out the gender of your child?” Dr. Fujiwara inquired and Uraraka exhaled.

“I think I want it to be a surprise…” She was the primary person making decisions and it was kind of difficult. She wished Bakugou was as invested as she was. Then again, she couldn’t blame him either. He was focused on his dream and Uraraka was throwing her’s out the window.

Dr. Fujiwara hummed and then put the wand against Uraraka’s stomach and moved it around. “You can hear the baby’s heartbeat, nice and strong.” Uraraka’s eyes watered a bit as she stared at the screen. It was a more of a baby now instead of just a blob. She could clearly make out a head and the torso.

“Wow.” Uraraka whispered.

“The baby’s arms are tucked to the side but it has fully formed hands, and feet, by now.” Dr. Fujiwara watched the screen as well. Uraraka stole a glance at Mitsuki who had a hand pressed to her mouth, as if she thought Uraraka had been faking it up until now. Uraraka was sure that a part of Mitsuki wanted it to be fake; of course she didn’t want her son to become a father at age seventeen. But looking at the ultrasound it was all suddenly very real.

“They look very good and very healthy! A strong heartbeat that one.” Dr. Fujiwara glanced over with a smile.

Uraraka laughed and wiped her eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from a child with Bakugou’s blood in it.”

“Would you like a copy of the ultrasound?” Dr. Fujiwara asked.

“Two, please.” Mitsuki sniffed and was wiping her own eyes and the doctor nodded understandingly before typing something into the computer again. The wand was turned off and Uraraka was handed paper towels to wipe off her stomach.

Dr. Fujiwara handed both women a copy of the ultrasound. “So, since you were a little late in getting your second ultrasound, which is completely fine, your next ultrasound is going to in about three weeks when you’re about twenty weeks along. We will do a full anatomy scan as well as do the test that would have been done today. I didn’t want to freak you out and it’s totally acceptable to do the test at a later point. It’s just to detect diseases such as Down Syndrome and hereditary disease.”

Uraraka nodded. “And after that, I’m done?”

“Yup! You will be all set for about another sixteen to twenty weeks and then you’ll have the baby! Then you’ll be dealing with plenty of other doctors.” Dr. Fujiwara laughed. “Of course, if there are any complications please don’t hesitate to make an appointment.”

Uraraka stood and bowed as much as she could. “Thank you so much, Dr. Fujiwara!”

“My pleasure, Uraraka-chan. I look forward to seeing you again.” They said their final goodbyes and then they were on the road once more, racing toward the Bakugou residence. The appointment had been quick and painless but Uraraka was not looking forward to the next one. It was silent in the car for the most part, Uraraka in a trance as she stared at the black and white photo of her child. Her belly didn’t feel that big yet the baby looked quite large in the sonogram. One hand absentmindedly fluttered to her stomach and she wondered when she would be able to feel him or her move around.

She wasn’t partial to either gender. She was going to be happy whether it was a boy or a girl. She figured if Bakugou was on board with everything he would want it to be a boy so he could teach it to explode stuff but Uraraka only cared about the baby being healthy. Gender didn’t matter to her because she would love them all the same.

“Do you think Katsuki will care if I show him?” Uraraka asked Mitsuki as they turned onto her street.

Mitsuki exhaled. “Well, since he’s an ungrateful shithead, not upfront. I think a little bit of him does care, though. He’s just emotionally fucked. I was the same way at his age. Most teens are.” They pulled into the driveway and when the car was in park, Mitsuki fixed her eyes on Uraraka, hands still on the steering wheel. “He’ll come around. He may be an asshole sometimes but my son has a big heart.”

“I know, Mrs. Bakugou.” Uraraka offered a soft smile and unbuckled her seatbelt. She had witnessed Bakugou’s big heart up close and personal. As she trailed up the stairs she heard the soft voices of Masaru and Mitsuki filtering out behind her.

Loud, punk rock music blasted from behind Bakugou’s closed door and Uraraka stood in front of it for a few moments wondering if she should even bother. But, this was important to her, and she was always about being the bigger person in situations like this. She rasped her knuckles on the door loud enough for him to hear over his music and waited patiently. Heavy footsteps sounded behind the wood and then it was thrown open, red eyes fixing themselves into a glare that could cut through anybody’s soul.

“What.” Bakugou spit out and Uraraka stood her ground, taking a deep breath and holding up the ultrasound picture.

“This is our child.” She said and Bakugou stiffened, nostrils flaring as he glanced over to the photo and then back at her face.

“I don’t fucking care.”

Uraraka sighed and dropped her arm to her side. She kept her chin up, however, reminding herself once more to be the bigger person. “Katsuki, please, this is ridiculous, I want to talk-” The door slammed in her face and Uraraka looked up at the ceiling, holding back the tears that instantly welled up. They burned behind her eyes and her nose stung a little bit. “Fine!” She shouted at the closed door and stormed to the guest room she was currently occupying, gently shutting the door behind her. She sat on the bed and gingerly placed the picture beside her before cradling her hands to her chest.

I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry… She chanted over and over again in her mind but it was fruitless. Uraraka let the tears spill over, hot against her cheeks and on her chin. She sat there like that for a long time, gasping at the humid air, trying to suck in any breath she could as she pondered why she had to fall in love with the most unpleasant boy in her class.

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chapter 9: week 20

The twenty week ultrasound appointment took a little over an hour to complete. Uraraka understood that she had to get all these tests done and why they were important but she felt a little stiff after lying on the seat in the same position for over an hour. It was worth it though for an updated ultrasound photo and learning that her baby was still as healthy as ever. Uraraka could clearly see the fingers this time and it made her smile; it was almost like the baby was waving at her. Uraraka still opted out of knowing the gender of the baby, stating again that she wanted it to be a surprise.

Bakugou was still being unresponsive to her and her attempts to show him the baby. Or getting him to even come near her outside of the forced family meals. He always shut himself in his room, blasting music and ignoring everybody for as long as possible before dinner time. He was acting like he was a prisoner in his own home and Uraraka did feel a little guilty because it was essentially her fault, even if Mitsuki tried to convince her otherwise. With the school year’s second term fastly approaching, Bakugou was probably ecstatic to get out of the house and away from Uraraka. She was still attempting to make things better though, and she didn’t want him to go back to school without resolving this.

“Is it alright if we run to the store before going home?” Mitsuki asked as they piled into the car, Mitsuki handing her copy over to Uraraka for her to hold.

“Of course.” Uraraka said, tucking the seat belt under her belly and between her breasts like she had been advised to do. This was the safest way to ride in a car when pregnant; it didn’t cut into her stomach and it would still protect her if they got into a crash. Her belly was prominent now in terms of wearing oversized clothes; she wouldn’t be able to hide the bump anymore. It was strange to run her hand over it and feel the large curve it made. She knew it would continue to grow and she was excited to continue documenting her progress

Mitsuki had been making her take a weekly pictures and Uraraka was kind of glad that she was doing it. In the future she would be able to look back at the photos (if she was still speaking with the Bakugou family) and remember some of the positives in her pregnancy. Though, in the present Uraraka was feeling a little stressed out because of Bakugou and the fact that she would be stuck in his home while he advanced at school.

And the fact that she still hadn’t told any of her friends.

Her classmates had been texting her casually over the summer, asking how she was and what she was doing. Uraraka hated lying but she found herself telling her friends that she had been impossibly busy over the summer and that’s why it took her so long to respond. And why she wasn’t able to see them. The girls had all been trying to organize their end of the summer hang out and Uraraka had been absent from most of the texts. Tsuyu had even texted her outside of the chat wondering if she was actually coming.

Uraraka couldn’t find it in her to say no outright so she said she would have to see if she could. Tsuyu left it at that, thankfully.

“I’m going to try and get Katsuki to come to your next doctor’s appointment with us,” Mitsuki was saying and Uraraka whipped her head in her direction.

“I don’t, er, I’m sorry if this is rude Mrs. Bakugou but I don’t think he’s interested…”

Mitsuki scoffed. “He’ll be interested when I’m done with him. I’m not going to let him continue to be a selfish little shit just because he thinks he can be. Plus, I think he’s more interested than he let’s on.”

“Oh?” Uraraka tilted her head to the side.

“Masaru caught him looking at the ultrasound when he thought nobody was around.” Mitsuki snickered and shook his head. “That boy is too headstrong for his own good, always wanting to be the best and not stopping until he basically kills himself. It’s where that Izuku learned it. I’m sure you already know this, but it’s the way Katsuki’s always been. I have no idea where he got it from.” Mitsuki sounded a little sad along with nostalgic as she drives. Uraraka felt a little bad and was struck with immediate sadness.

“He was a good boyfriend.” Uraraka reassured her. She cringed a little to herself because it sounded as if Bakugou had died, but then again, their relationship was pretty much laid to rest.

Mitsuki glanced at her and grinned. “I don’t doubt it. That boy has a lot of heart to go around. He would hate to admit it but he and Izuku are alike in that way. In a lot of ways actually. Those two were so cute when they were little rascals, let me tell ya.”

Uraraka laughed. “He wouldn’t want to hear that.”

Mitsuki chuckled. “No, he really wouldn’t.” The rest of the car ride to the supermarket was quiet and Uraraka felt a lot happier than she had before for some reason. Maybe it was just because she was bonding with Mitsuki or that she could talk about Bakugou again without wanting to cry. It was a step in the right direction and when they got home, she would take another leap by finally confronting Bakugou and forcing him to accept their fate. Together.

Mitsuki parked the car and the two of them got out, strolling into the market. Mitsuki pushed the cart while Uraraka trailed behind, looking at all the foods lining the aisles.

“Why don’t you go pick out some snack stuff while I get the other groceries?” Mitsuki suggested, turning to look at her.

Uraraka bit her lip. “Are you sure?”

Mitsuki flapped her hand dismissively. “Absolutely. I know what it’s like to have a bun in the oven and I know the type of shit you’ve been craving. Shoo.” She ushered Uraraka away with another wave of a hand and then was taking off down another aisle. Uraraka smiled to herself and made her way to the snack aisle, surveying the chips. She was kind of craving something salty, maybe sweet, but also something super chocolatey. Maybe she should get candy then. The candy was at the end of the aisle and she turned to go look at it when she heard a voice calling behind her.

“Uraraka?”

Uraraka froze halfway down the aisle. Immediately, anxiety flooded her and the urge to vomit caught in her throat. She knew that voice, it was so familiar. It was among some of the most annoying voices in her class.

Uraraka turned around to stare directly at Kaminari Denki, who was standing down the aisle, mouth agape. She had no idea when he had gotten in the aisle but it didn’t matter; it was very obvious that Uraraka was pregnant and she knew that Kaminari was smart enough to put the pieces together. Her heart hammered against her rib cage, chipping away slowly at the bone and threatening to break free. She felt little flutters in her stomach from where the baby was moving (yeah, that had startled her last week when she finally felt the baby kick) and unconsciously moved a hand to her bump.

“You’re-”

“Please don’t tell anybody.” Uraraka blurted out. She stared at him with big, wild eyes. “What are you even doing in this store? You don’t even live around here!”

Kaminari was clearly still shell shocked, eyes bulging out of his head much like her’s as he lifted a bag of jalapeño and cheddar chips so she could see. “This is the only store that sells these. I didn’t know you lived in the area either.”

Uraraka swallowed. She still felt an innate need to protect her and Bakugou’s relationship status despite there not being much of one anymore. “I was, um, about to head over to Deku’s.”

“Oh.” Kaminari nodded and his other hand twitched in his pocket. Uraraka watched the muscles in his arm flex and knew he was itching to take a picture, if he hadn’t already. How long had he been standing there before he got her attention? “Who, uh, who knocked you up? Was it Midoriya?” He motioned to her bump, which his eyes seemed to be glued to.

Uraraka crossed her arms over her stomach protectively. This was a situation that she didn’t think she would find herself in and it was definitely one of her worst nightmares. It surprised her that Kaminari would have suspected Midoriya in the first place. She would’ve rather have been found out by anybody other than Kaminari (well, maybe not anybody but somebody she actually trusted, like Tsuyu or Midoriya. She would say Iida too, but Iida was way too overbearing to not freak out tenfold over this).

“Somebody from a different class. Definitely not Deku.” Uraraka mumbled and cast her eyes to the floor. She could barely see the tops of her shoes because of her belly.

Kaminari let out a whistle and then bid her adieu, his sneakers squeaking on the tile as he passed her rapidly. She was panicking slightly, fingers curling at her sides, just knowing that everything was about to blow up in her face. All her lies, all the time she has spent hiding her biggest secret. Kaminari was one of the biggest gossips in their class aside from Hagakure and Mina. The whole class would probably know by the end of the night. They probably already knew.

Uraraka trudged through the aisles trying to find Bakugou’s mother and when she found the blonde woman, she sulked up to her.

Mitsuki did a double when she approached and dropped the box of food she was looking at into the cart, grabbing her shoulders in concern. “Is everything okay Ochako? You look pale!” Mitsuki cupped her face.

No, nothing was okay. Uraraka could feel the impending storm beginning to wash over her, chilling her to the bone. A tsunami was approaching in the form of Kaminari Denki spreading this information about her to the class. The class were the survivors, Uraraka being the only victim. Bakugou would crawl out unscathed.

“I’m gonna go wait in the car.” Uraraka mumbled and turned away from Mitsuki.

“Do you want me to walk you there? You look like you’re going to pass out, sweetie.” Mitsuki pressed a cool palm to her forehead, feeling for a fever. Uraraka didn’t feel feverish; she felt like death was upon her. Her mood had soured so quickly that her homeostasis was becoming a myth.

“I’m okay, thank you.” Uraraka whispered and hurried from the aisle before Mitsuki could ask her more questions. By the time Uraraka got to the red car and sank into the seat, tears were slipping over pink tinged cheeks. She pressed her hands to her face and sobbed into her palms. Everything was a mess, as usual. She didn’t know how she was going to be able to pick up the pieces from this one. There were definitely a few missing. All she could think of was how Bakugou would react once he found out from Kaminari. Which was inevitable.

Because nobody knew that the child was Bakugou’s

Uraraka didn’t have it in her to yell anymore. She had no more patience to argue or put up with Bakugou’s nasty attitude. She couldn’t think about it right now.

Mitsuki only took fifteen more minutes and by that time Uraraka had stopped crying but her arms were wrapped around her stomach and forehead pressed against the glass of the passenger’s side window. Mitsuki attempted to ask her once again what was wrong but Uraraka was unresponsive. She could feel worried red eyes on her, eyes identical to Bakugou’s but so, so different. Uraraka didn’t budge. She continued to mope until they got back to the home and she rushed upstairs, hearing Mitsuki call for Bakugou to help her with the groceries. Luckily the door was shut behind Uraraka by the time that Bakugou’s own door opened, a flood of punk filtering through the hallway as usual.

Uraraka laid down and closed her eyes, throwing an arm over her eyes to block out any light. She wanted to block everything out and not deal with the damage that had been done. She needed a moment to collect herself, to pick up the shards of her broken reflection off the floor. But some had been swept away in the chaos and she couldn’t restore herself to full capacity.

The pounding at her door was her first sign of doom.

Uraraka didn’t even get the affirmative past her lips before the door swung open hitting the wall. Terrified, Uraraka lifted her arm off her face to look at the rage lighting a fire in Bakugou’s eyes.

“That fucking dunce face saw you.” He seethed and shoved his phone at Uraraka. Shakily, she took it and looked at a picture of herself, standing in a profile view. Her belly was swollen and it left nothing to the imagination, just as she had suspected. She cursed Kaminari in her head for going against her wishes.

“I told him not to say anything.” Uraraka whispered. Bakugou swiped the phone out of her hand.

“What did you say to him?” Bakugou asked.

“What?” Uraraka looked up at him, brown eyes narrowing.

Bakugou growled. “Did you fucking tell him that it’s mine?”

“No!” Uraraka exclaimed. “I said it was somebody from another class’s. Why do you think you can raise your voice at me like that?”

“Because this is a fucking disaster! You’re ruining my goddamn life!” Bakugou shouted.

“It doesn’t have to be if you would just get over yourself and your huge ego! I don’t know what good it’s doing acting like the victim but you’re just as much a part of this as I am!” Uraraka pressed her hand to her stomach as the baby kicked again. Bakugou glanced down as she moved and then quickly averted his eyes.

“I’m not playing a goddamn victim!”

“So what? You think you’re so heroic, trying to act like you know what’s best for me? By yelling at your pregnant girlfriend or whatever I am to you?!” Uraraka asked. “You’re a coward. You’re running away from your problems. You think you’re ever going to be a hero with that attitude?”

Bakugou’s lip curled back but he didn’t say a word. Perhaps he knew that she was right; he was being a baby and hero’s didn’t run away from something like this. A hero would stay and help take care of something that they caused.

Uraraka tentatively held out the ultrasound photo, studying his face. “I got another ultrasound today. The baby is the size of a banana. They’re very healthy.”

She held her breath as Bakugou eyes shifted onto the photo and he snatched it from her hand to look at it. She hadn’t expected him to and she let him look over it. His face was blank, so unlike him that it made Uraraka kind of nervous.

Bakugou dropped it back into her lap. “Do you know what it is?”

“What?” Uraraka blinked, honestly not anticipating a question.

“Is it a girl or a boy?” Bakugou asked.

“Oh, um, I decided not to find out until it’s born.” Uraraka twirled some hair around her finger sheepishly.

“Why would you do that?”

“The element of surprise? I don’t know.” Uraraka shrugged. “It’s not important to me.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “So you’re keeping it then?”

Uraraka bit her lip. “Yes.”

Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine.” He glared at her for a moment, but the usual hardness wasn’t there. It was replaced with something else, something Uraraka couldn’t put her finger on. Bakugou was out of the room before she could ask, the door swinging shut behind him.

Uraraka let a smile grace her face, despite the argument that had just ensued. She didn’t know what triggered Bakugou’s complete one-eighty in attitude but she hoped this was a step in the right direction and that Bakugou was starting to come to terms with the pregnancy. Even after arguing against it literal seconds before. She had twenty more weeks to convince him (and herself) that this was a good decision and that they weren’t throwing their life away by having a child in their second year of high school.

They could make it work. They were heroes-in-training after all.

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Side Effects

chapter 10: week 22

In the past two weeks, Uraraka had received an onslaught of text messages from her classmates. She wasn’t even sure that she had given her number to everybody in her class. And then some. People from other classes had begun messaging her as well, most of them were congratulatory messages, some asking her who knocked her up, and one in particular was an apologetic message (she let her silence speak for itself).

As predicted, Iida’s texts had been the worst:

Iida :

>> Uraraka, this is extremely irresponsible! You are too young to become a mother! I cannot believe you had coitus in the dorms where everybody else resides! That is completely unacceptable! This pregnan(1/4)

>>cy will cause you to be behind on your course work! I would be willing to extend my knowledge in order to help you under normal circumstances but now I do not know! This has caused me to feel very con(2/4)

>>flicted about our friendship! You have always been a bright girl and you can go far in life without contributing to the sins of underage sex! This is not normal behavior an upstanding young girl like (3 / 4)

>>yourself should be having! I am very disappointed! (4/4)

Uraraka had responded with a quick sorry, dad and then had dissolved into a fit of giggles. She couldn’t believe that Iida had actually scolded her like she was a child. As if the situation could warrant that. It only got worse once Iida had read the message, the bespectacled boy calling her and berating her (with the best intentions) over the phone this time. Uraraka told him that there was nothing that could be done now that it had already happened and he responded with saying that it’s rude to talk back. Sometimes she wondered if Iida took the joke of being the dad of the group too seriously.

The worst was Midoriya though, who seemed really offended and upset that she hadn’t told him. There was of course a reason as to why she hadn’t told him. She was kind of sure that he had a crush on her and she was impregnated by his childhood friend. If there was anybody that Midoriya wouldn’t want to have gotten Uraraka pregnant, it was Bakugou.

Deku :

>> why didnt u tell me?? I couldve helped u!!

Me :

<< i don’t want to be a burden to anybody :(

Deku :

>> ur never a burden.

Midoriya was too good for her. He deserved somebody who could give him the world and unfortunately Uraraka couldn’t be that person.

It was kind of a shot to the heart when Tsuyu had texted her a couple of hours later, asking why she had kept this from her. Uraraka had been lying under the covers, guilt rolling over her in waves from her conversation with Midoriya. This was multiplied tenfold when Tsuyu texted her since she considered Tsuyu to be one of her best friends, if not her best friend out of every one. She quickly explained to her that she didn’t want to be judged for anything she had done.

Tsuyu :

>>everybody makes mistakes, Ochako. We just have to live with them

Uraraka thought that Tsuyu was too kind and too wise to befriend the likes of her. Even after all that, Tsuyu reminded her that she was still more than welcome to come to Momo’s house for the last week of summer before their second term started. Uraraka had said she would think about it. And she thought about it, and thought about it, and thought about it. She spent hours lying on her back staring at the ceiling, contemplating the pros and cons of going to Momo’s house. On the one hand it would be just like old times when she was in the common room of the dorms, gossiping about their class and the other classes.

On the other hand, she would have to see her friends for the first time since it was rudely revealed that she was pregnant. The thought terrified her.

In the end, however, she chose to go over, missing the camaraderie. She hadn’t really left the house since the news had gotten out and with how suffocating she felt around Bakugou, she needed a change.

Which is how she found herself lounging in a pool chair beside Momo’s pool, belly out with no shame in the world. It was the first time she had let others aside from her doctor and Mitsuki see her stretch marks but she couldn’t find it in her to care. She was relaxing. No anxiety, no crying herself to sleep. Just. Relaxation. The girls were treating her a little different but that was the extent of it. They had never seen a pregnant person outside of TV before.

“You really are glowing.” Mina mused as she swam over to the side of the pool, draping her fuschia arms over the ledge and resting her head on them. Her hair was sticking to her face and her horns were even a little bit droopy. She was as smiley as ever though and Uraraka could see her idly kicking her legs behind her in the water, creating tiny waves.

“Ah, thank you!” Uraraka pat her belly, the baby squirming inside at the touch.

“Do you know what you’re having?” Hagakure swam up next to her, watermelon patterned bikini floating in mid air. Uraraka found herself wondering, not for the first time, what Hagakure really looked like but she knew there was no way to find that out.

“No, I’m keeping it a surprise.”

“Why don’t we stop hounding her with questions?” Jirou asked, lounging on the chair beside her, not looking up from her phone.

Mina pouted. “How are we supposed to be prepared for the future? Uraraka is our example!”

“She doesn’t want to be hounded with questions and nobody wants to hear them!”

“I really don’t mind answering…” Uraraka said quietly as Mina splashed water in Jirou’s direction.

“See, she doesn’t mind!”

“You’re such a-”

“Is something wrong?” Momo came out of her home wearing a red string bikini, boobs jiggling as she walked. Uraraka pondered whether or not she had worn it around Todoroki or for Todoroki. Though, she couldn’t imagine Momo and Todoroki getting down and dirty. The pair of them was just too awkward.

Nobody would probably expect it with her and Bakugou though so who was she to judge?

“What’s sex like?” Mina asked suddenly, turning her attention back to Uraraka and ignoring Jirou’s furious expression. Jirou was most likely uncomfortable considering she was asxual. Momo almost tripped as she yelped, catching herself before she could fall. Uraraka was a bit stunned by the bluntness of the question but quickly composed herself.

“Well,” she had to think about this for a moment. It wasn’t anything like the movies envision it. It’s not romantic or perfect. Dimming the lights doesn’t make anything sexier. Your bodies stick together from how sweaty you get and the sweat is kind of gross. Not kind of, it’s really gross. Nothing about sex is sexy. But Uraraka looked at the hope in Mina’s eyes and she just couldn’t tell her the truth, “it’s fun, I guess.”

Mina immediately whined and slammed her fists into the water. “This isn’t fair! Everybody always does things before me.”

“Nobody wants to have sex with you because you’re annoying.” Jirou mumbled and Mina stuck her tongue out at her.

“I think Sero would.” Hagakure said thoughtfully, bathing suit floating closer to Mina.

“Sero’s so… plain.” Mina sighed and sunk into the water, submerging herself. Hagakure laughed softly as Tsuyu swam up to the edge to join the conversation.

“Did the boy treat you right?”

Uraraka thought about how Bakugou was treating her now and how he treated her before this mess started. When they were together he was wonderful. He had his own special way of being sweet, which included a lot of swearing and playing with her hair. Bakugou had a thing for her hair, always smelling it and running his fingers through soft brown locks. It always lolled Uraraka right to sleep.

But now? He was awful. Uraraka decided not to think about that.

“He did.”

“Past tense?” Momo asked sadly. She had taken up the chair on Uraraka’s side, breasts looking even bigger pressed against her chest as she leaned back.

“It’s complicated.” Uraraka sighed and Mina finally reemerged, thankfully dropping the subject. Uraraka tried not to dwell on Bakugou too much during the majority of the week, still never giving away that he was the father. She never budged even when Mina had sidled up to her a couple of nights later after they were done watching a movie, begging to know who the father was. Uraraka hadn’t said a word, just kept insisting it was somebody from a different class.

“Is it Midoriya?” Tsuyu asked that same night, all of them forming a circle.

“What? No!” Uraraka laughed and shook her head. She thought that they may think that she was lying because her voice went up a bit. She saw Mina’s eyebrows raise and even Jirou looked skeptical.

“It’s not!” Uraraka narrowed her eyes at them. “I told you guys-”

“We know, a guy in a different class.” The rest of the girls mocked in unison.

“But you know,” Hagakure leaned forward, the pillow sitting in her lap bending in half. “if you could have sex with anybody in our class, who would it be?”

“Iida.” Uraraka responded because she knew it would get them off her case. Not to be rude, but nobody in this current point in time would want to fuck Iida. Most of the girls wrinkled their noses, Tsuyu looking indifferent as always.

Jirou stared at her. “Really? Iida ?”

“I bet he does his robot hands in bed.” Mina snorted, almost in disgust.

Hagakure gasped and flailed her arms, saying something in response but Uraraka tuned them out. She exhaled and leaned back against the couch, resting a hand over her stomach. She watched as most of the girls freaked out and stated who they would have sex with. None of them said Bakugou (unsurprisingly and thankfully). Uraraka was not shocked when Hagakure said Todoroki, because honestly, he was the prettiest boy in the class. Hopefully Hagakure didn’t catch the dirty look Momo had thrown her. Jirou had hesitantly admitted that she wouldn’t mind seeing what Kaminari was like in bed and Mina had said that he ‘probably goes stupid when he comes’. Which made everybody descend into giggles again.

Uraraka watched her friends laughing and wished she had as much fluidity as they did. For a little while they ran around and hit each other with pillows, mostly Mina and Hagakure chasing Momo and Jirou with a pillow before Tsuyu stole them away with her tongue. Uraraka wished she could run around with them and have a good time to her fullest extent but unfortunately that wasn’t an option. She pat her belly and silently said a prayer, hoping that everything would be fine in the coming weeks. She still couldn’t believe that she was pregnant and that her friends weren’t judging her or making her feel like she wasn’t welcome.

“Does being pregnant still make you sick?” Tsuyu asked out of nowhere and Uraraka yelped, jolting on the couch. She hadn’t seen or felt Tsuyu reclaim her spot on the couch beside her.

“Like… morning sickness?” Tsuyu nodded. “Oh. Not really. That’s passed. Mostly I’m just tired all the time. And hungry.”

“Ah. What does it feel like?” Tsuyu asked, eyes darting to Uraraka’s stomach.

Uraraka smiled softly. “It’s weird. The baby started moving about a week or two ago but you can’t really feel it from the outside yet.”

“Huh.” Tsuyu placed a finger to her lips. “It must be strange having a baby grow inside of you, kero .”

Uraraka laughed. “It really is! You wouldn’t believe how weird it is when they start to hiccup.” Tsuyu gave her own giggle as well as another kerobefore the other girls joined the discussion. Mina and Hagakure of course had more questions, personal questions about Uraraka’s body that she answered but felt a little uncomfortable with some of them. Uraraka wanted to be a good friend though so she endured it until they all fell asleep, Uraraka taking the couch with Tsuyu while the other four slept on the floor.

In the morning, their last morning of this mini vacation, Uraraka was one of the first ones awake and discovered that Momo was missing from the group of snoozing girls. Mina was all spread out and the impression where Hagakure was lying beside her was concentrated to the middle of the pillow and blanket. Tsuyu was curled into a ball beside Hagakure and Jirou had one arm thrown over her eyes as she laid on her back.

Uraraka sat up and rubbed at her eye, stretching her arms above her head before going to use the toilet. The one downside of being pregnant was having to use the bathroom all the time . That wasn’t an exaggeration either. She felt like she peed at least six times a day and she didn’t know what the normal amount should be. It was normal though, learning this after frantically researching because she thought something was wrong. As the baby grew it would press on her bladder and make her have to urinate frequently.

When she reemerged from the bathroom she heard banging in the kitchen and figured Momo was in there. Surely enough, Momo was making them breakfast, food already frying on pans.

“Do you want any help?” Uraraka offered. She noticed Momo jump and then look over her shoulder, offering a small smile.

“You don’t have to!”

Uraraka shrugged. “No, it’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Momo bit her lip and then nodded, moving over to allow Uraraka room to take over the dishwashing. She refocused on cooking and the two were silent as they took to their tasks, Uraraka shaking the dishes before laying them on the drying rack.

Uraraka glanced over and turned back to the dishes. “Hey, Momo?”

Momo made a humming noise of affirmation but didn’t say anything.

“I’m really sorry I threatened to tell people about, ya know…” Uraraka waved her hands in order to not have to reveal her relationship with Todoroki out loud in case one of the other girls woke up. “And I’m really grateful that you made that pregnancy test for me. And allowed me to stay here even after all of this.”

There was silence from Momo’s area and then a heavy sigh. Uraraka could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke: “It’s okay. I really appreciate the apology, Uraraka. Shouto and I… want to keep everything a secret from now because it’s just easier this way.”

“I understand!” Uraraka said and then pointed to her bump. “Oh, I definitely understand.”

Momo laughed and pressed a hand to her lips to hide it, shaking her head. Uraraka wondered how every single strand of jet black hair remained in place. Did everything about her have to be so perfect?

“We should wake up the other girls.” Momo finally said when she stopped laughing and Uraraka agreed, offering to go wake them up so Momo could keep cooking. As Uraraka descended down the stairs she was grateful that another chip was off her shoulder and that there wouldn’t be this awkward air around the two of them anymore.

Now all Uraraka had to do was tell them she wasn’t coming back to school. And who the father was. But that was for her return to school, another couple weeks away. Right now, she wanted to spend as much time as she could with her friends before things got hectic. She deserved at least that much right?

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chapter 11: baby daddy 2

Bakugou had no interest in going back to class but if it got him out of reach of the old hag he called mother then he would do it. He had no desire of being in this house anymore and living with a bunch of pathetic losers he called classmates was surely better than this. He basically felt like slave in his own home, having to do everything to ensure that Uraraka was comfortable. His mother rarely ever let him forget that he had knocked up his sixteen year old girlfriend.

“She’s a nice girl, you should’ve been more careful.” Mitsuki scolded him almost every day. It seemed as if his mom only cared about Uraraka now, basically adopting the brunette into the Bakugou family.

Nobody cared about how Bakugou was feeling about the whole thing. Nobody cared to ask. Sure, nobody outside of his immediate family knew it was even his but his parents didn’t ask him shit about how he was feeling about everything.

When Bakugou had gotten the text and photo exposing Uraraka’s pregnancy, he hadn’t responded. He had been filled with unchartered rage at the fact that Uraraka had been so careless and so open about her pregnancy and that she wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was paranoid that she had told the band of idiots that followed him around like lost dogs that the thing growing inside of her was his. It made him nauseous. Bakugou didn’t want to be attached to a kid; he was seventeen. He wanted to blow shit up, namely, he wanted to fucking wreck some goddamn villains. If a kid was thrown into the mix then he couldn’t be as vulgar as he usually was and that was enough to piss Bakugou off. Nobody told him what to do or how to act. Especially one that shit itself and couldn’t talk.

Though, he found his eyes straying to the growing bump whenever he and Uraraka were in the same room. It… fascinated him to know that he had put something inside of her and it wasn’t quite a person yet but it was getting there. It kind of freaked Bakugou out, thinking about what the human body was capable of (the female human body that is), so he tried not to dwell on it too much. But he blushed whenever he looked over at the swell of her stomach. He wanted to touch it, to see what it felt like just once. Maybe twice.

Bakugou shoved those thoughts away whenever they got too close to leaving his mouth. He didn’t want Uraraka to know that he was interested. He had an image to uphold. A stubborn image.

His father had called him out on it. He was the only person who had detected his feelings or came close to asking how the situation made him feel. His father , who Bakugou had gently deemed a pussy, had been the one to confront him about it.

“You should talk to her.” Masaru said one night when it was just him and his son in the living room. Mitsuki had fucked off to god knows where and Uraraka was resting in her makeshift room that sat directly across from Bakugou’s. Masaru had called Bakugou downstairs and they sat in silence for quite some time as the TV played in front of them.

“No.” Bakugou immediately responded, sinking in his seat. His arms were folded across his chest and his legs were spread in front of him. He looked like a punk, an accurate description of what he really was.

Masaru sighed and lowered the volume on the TV. Bakugou knew the conversation was going to be serious since his dad’s eyes were no longer glued to the screen. “This would be much easier if you were supportive of her, you know.”

“She didn’t have to come into my house and fuck everything up, you know.” Bakugou mocked and turned his head away.

Masaru didn’t speak for a couple of beats. “I see the way you look at her. It was the same way my father, your grandfather, said I looked at your mother before we married and had you. Even after I still looked at her the way you look at that young girl upstairs.”

Bakugou scowled. “Gross.”

“Katsuki.” Masaru sounded stern in his own gentle way. “You cannot keep running away. This isn’t going to be resolved, it’s permanent. You guys have to work through this together, as a team. Isn’t that what being a hero is? It’s not like you to keep running from obstacles that threaten you.”

Nobody said he had to be a part of a team as a hero. All the best heroes worked on their own. All Might didn’t work with a sidekick for a majority of his career.

“Oh yeah? Well…” Bakugou’s tongue pressed painfully into his teeth. He didn’t have a comeback. He knew his father was right but he didn’t want to believe him.

“At least talk to her. Let her know you’ll be there for her.”

“Fuck that.” Bakugou responded and stood, storming from the room like a whirlwind. Oh how he wanted to stay true to his father’s words but couldn’t. He stared at the door across the hall from his own for quite some time. The slit underneath the door glowed showing that Uraraka was awake, but it never opened and Bakugou finally shoved into his own room, toppling upon his bed.

The morning that Bakugou was set to go back to school he knocked on Uraraka’s bedroom door on a whim. He hadn’t any desire to speak with her really but he just… he had this overwhelming urge to see her. When she opened the door, groggily rubbing her wrist across her eye with one strap of her tanktop slipping down her arm, Bakugou had to resist reaching out and putting it back in place. Her bump was molded by the pink tanktop and the fuzzy pajama pants rode low on her hips. Bakugou could see what pregnancy was doing to her body and he wouldn’t lie about the racy thoughts running through his teenage mind at the moment.

“Oh.” Uraraka said soft and Bakugou looked down her nose at him. She looked genuinely confused as to why he was at her door.

“Are you coming back to school?” Bakugou asked.

Uraraka blinked. “No. I told you. I’m not welcomed back.”

“Right.”

They stood in an awkward silence.

“Okay, well…” Uraraka stepped back and went to shut the door but Bakugou slammed a palm onto the wood, holding it open. He leaned forward, getting in her face a little and she tilted back.

“U-Um, Katsuki…?” Uraraka’s voice was small.

Bakugou’s eyes flicked down to her stomach. “Are you gonna, you know, stay here? When it’s born?”

“Your mother said I could.” Uraraka looked off to the side. “Does that bother you?”

“No.” The words were out of Bakugou’s mouth before he could even think about them. “I don’t give a rat’s ass.”

“Good then.” Uraraka answered a little louder than usual and shoved Bakugou hard in the chest, pushing him from the doorway. There was suddenly wood in his face and he blinked, wanting to knock again but knowing it was to no avail. He had offended Uraraka without meaning to for once and there was no going around it this time. Bakugou went to collect his things to sit in the most tense car ride of his life with his mother.

Mitsuki was persistent in her nagging. The whole car ride was spent with her insisting that Bakugou come home every weekend to help with Uraraka and around the house. She also kept repeating that he had to ‘take responsibility for what he had done.’ He was sick of hearing that phrase and he told her so, none too gently.

“I fucking get it!” Bakugou screeched and pounded his fist on the arm rest. “I fucked up! Stop telling me that I need to get my shit together and help out! I’ve been helping with her and her shitty situation.”

“It’s a shitty situation that you put her in, Katsuki!” Mitsuki explained.

Bakugou growled and really contemplated throwing himself from the moving car.

Bakugou tried to ignore her for the remainder of the car ride but she kept droning on and on about his responsibilities of a soon to be parent. It put a sour taste in Bakugou’s mouth and he bit his tongue so he wouldn’t get in as much trouble as he was already going to be in.

It didn’t start getting under his skin until his mother parked in the parking lot.

“I expect you to come home every weekend after your Saturday morning class.” Mitsuki said it so casually that it made Bakugou’s palms ignite.

“What? No!” Bakugou shouted.

Mitsuki was calm. “Yes.”

“Why the hell would I do that? That’s a lot of fucking work to come home for barely a day! Did you even think this through? Probably not since you don’t think about a damn thing or how I fucking feel.”

Mitsuki latched onto his ear and tugged harshly, narrowing identical red eyes. “It’s not just about you anymore.”

Bakugou wrenched out of her grip. “This fucking thing isn’t even born yet! It’s not a baby . It doesn’t have any goddamn feelings! I do !” He grabbed his bag and threw himself from the car, slamming the door behind him. Mitsuki rolled the window down and called after him but it was too late; Bakugou was nowhere close to stopping and he marched back into the dorms with the weight of hundreds of elephants.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima cheered jovially as the blonde walked through the doors. Kirishima held his hand up for a high five but all Bakugou did was set sparks off in his face and told him to die. Kirishima was unfazed and tried asking him how his summer was, however, Bakugou was already stomping up the stairs. He missed the pout on Kirishima’s hardened face but he opted to not care and slam his dorm room door behind him.

It felt almost like deja vu as he collapsed face first into the pillow after dumped his shit onto the floor, mimicking the night his father confronted him. He had no desire to unpack or do anything but mope in bed. Bakugou balled his fists under the cushion and smushed his cheek into it. He was frustrated and pissed and he just… didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to fucking be anywhere. He wanted to disappear.

Maybe then he wouldn’t have to deal with this shitty situation.

Bakugou ended up dozing off and was woken by the buzzing off his phone against the muscle of his thigh. A grunt reverberated in his chest and he pawed at his pocket until his phone fell out, blearily staring at a text from Kirishima.

Weird Hair

>> hey man! Midoriya made dinner!

Bakugou groaned again. Not dinner from that fucking nerd. He would never admit it but Deku could cook pretty well, even if he was better. But the jerk in Bakugou would grimace every time he took a bite, scarfing it all down. With aching joints and multiple cracks Bakugou descended downstairs to eat with everybody, hunching over his plate. He sat beside Kirishima as he always did, avoiding everybody’s questions about how his break was. Usually everybody knew to avoid him and his bad temperament but they had apparently forgotten that the month they had been gone.

It pissed Bakugou off even more than it had before.

He almost snapped his plate in two by slamming his fork into it when Mina wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Bakugou!” She squealed. “You didn’t text us back aaaaaaall summer! Don’t you love us?” The pout was apparent in her voice.

“Get off of me.” He spoke lowly and the entire dining room was silent. Mina’s arms slowly uncoiled from around him.

“Oops. I think I poked the bear.” She whispered loud enough for everybody to hear and Bakugou slowly rose from his chair. He shoved past her, shoulder bumping into Mina’s hard enough for her to stumble back into Sero. Bakugou didn’t look back as he made his way to his room once again. He would rather be in there brooding than being out there with a bunch of shitheads.

Bakugou didn’t know how long he had been his room. Time was moving through molasses but also zooming by. He had no desire to do anything at all. Uraraka crossed his mind a few times but he blew those thoughts up, forgetting all about her and her smile and her soft hair and skin and curves….

Bakugou rolled over to yell into his pillow, trying not to set his bed sheets on fire. He looked at his phone and saw that a couple of hours had passed since dinner. Glaring at the clock on his phone he sat up and stretched his arms above his head. Against his better judgement he sulked from his room and made his way to the lounge. He found Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Tokoyami sitting there, talking amongst themselves. Well, the former three were talking, the latter sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, nodding his feathered head along to whatever bullshit they were talking about.

“Bakugou, my man!” Kirishima exclaimed happily, much like he had before. Bakugou leapt over the couch and shoved at Kaminari’s head as he did so, just for the hell of it. Kaminari yelped and rubbed at his hair, Bakugou plopping down in between him and Kirishima. Silently, the pale blonde held his phone out to be charged. It was the only thing Kaminari was good for.

Kaminari took the phone with a huff and did as Bakugou wanted, not wanting to get on his bad side.

“We were talking about who we think knocked up Uraraka.” Sero offered and Bakugou hoped that his stiff shoulders weren’t visible. With these losers he was sure they wouldn’t pick it up, but Tokoyami was weirdly perceptive and observant. However, the boy had his eyes closed so Bakugou felt a little bit at ease.

The blonde grit his teeth. “Why the hell do you shit faces care?”

“Oh come on!” Kaminari was apparently very excited about this topic, considering he was the one who had spilled the beans to the entire class. He bounced on his knees since he was sitting on his legs. “You have to at least be a little bit curious. She’s like… the goody two-shoes of the class, right there besides Yao-momo!”

“Why don’t you keep your nose where it belongs?” Bakugou tried again.

Kaminari fell back against the cushions. “Why do you have to be such a downer all the time?”

“Do you wanna fucking die?” Bakugou snapped and was about to lunge for Kaminari’s neck before Kirishima clamped a warm hand on his arm, holding him back.

“Now, now, let’s just relax for a moment.” Kirishima was grinning dopily, as he always did. “Humor us, bro.”

“As if.” Bakugou shrugged Kirishima’s arm off of him but he didn’t make any attempts to get up. He was slightly curious to see who these idiots could come up with. He was certain they would never suspect him.

“ Anyway ,” Sero raised his voice and grinned at them. “I know she told Mina that it was somebody in another class but honestly, are we gonna believe that bullshit?”

“Absolutely not.” Kaminari crossed his arms over his chest, still clutching Bakugou’s smartphone.

“I keep telling you guys,” Kirishima began, “that it’s Iida.”

She would never fuck that tight ass, Bakugou snorted in his thoughts.

“No, no, no.” Sero shook his head. “It was totally Midoriya. They’re always all over each other! There’s definitely something going on between them.”

Bakugou’s fingers twitched with the desire to curl around Sero’s throat and slam his skull into the wall.

Bakugou really should have been setting his sights on Kaminari.

“Girls like Uraraka don’t like goody two-shoes like Midoriya.” Kaminari stated matter-of-factly. Nitroglycerin-slicked fingers formed a fist that was pressed into the cushion of the couch. Kaminari kept spouting static. “She probably went for somebody who would treat her like she’s a slut, you know? Maybe it was somebody from the other class. Nobody in our class would do that… except Mineta but nobody would touch him with a ten foot pole.”

Kaminari seemed to just be talking out loud now but Bakugou hung onto every word, blinking rapidly, nails scratching his palm raw, tiny little sparks popping. Kirishima was eying him, puzzled, Tokoyami doing the same. Sero, however, was on the same wavelength as Kaminari: oblivious.

The plain-faced fuck opened his mouth to speak again but Bakugou’s low, calm monotone droned above him. “Girls like Uraraka?”

Kaminari blinked at him. “Yeah, you know, girls who are nice on the surface but like to be pushed around a little. Uraraka’s a sweet girl but she’s gotta get mean somewhere. She probably likes being roughed up in bed.”

Bakugou nodded thoughtfully, a far away look in his eye. Kirishima wasn’t as dumb as Bakugou made him out to be, not by a long shot, because he knew Bakugou was about to pop off. They were close, as close as Bakugou would let him become.

Kirishima couldn’t stop the inevitable from happening.

Bakugou kept his eyes low as he stood, grabbing the front of Kaminari shirt and lifting him from the seat. “Are you calling her a slut?”

Kaminari’s eyes widened. “What? N-No! Not at all, I’m just saying-”

“Saying that girls like her like to be sluts. That’s what you said, correct?” Bakugou flicked his head to the side and glared at Kaminari.

“I-I guess yeah but I didn’t mean anything by it! She’s a really nice girl!” Kaminari tried defending himself but Bakugou only curled his fist around the fabric of Kaminari’s shirt tighter and pulled him closer.

“You don’t get to fucking talk about her like that. Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” Bakugou snarled and Kaminari paled. All Bakugou did was drop him to the ground and dug his toes painfully into Kaminari’s stomach. “If I catch you talking about her again, in any way, it’ll be the last thing you do on this goddamn planet, you hear?” Bakugou’s crimson eyes flashed and Kaminari wheezed when Bakugou pressed in his stomach harder, nodding his head frantically.

“Y-Yes!” Kaminari gasped out and Bakugou eased up, Kaminari immediately gripping onto his side as he curled up. Bakugou lifted his eyes to the three others in the room, gaping at him. He probably had just blown his cover but it was fine. He hoped they were too stupid to put the pieces together.

Kirishima was never one to keep his mouth shut though, especially when it came to Bakugou. “Is there something you wanna tell us, man?”

Bakugou spread his legs when he sat down again, eyes focused on Kaminari who was still curled on the floor. He contemplated kicking him again. He did not look at Kirishima, only crossed his arms over his chest.

“Do I ever tell you dumb fucks anything?”

“Well, you seem defensive…”

“Oi, you wanna become a bunch of pebbles?” Bakugou grit and from the corner of his eye he saw Kirishima throw his hands up in defense.

Thankfully, the rest of them dropped it. Kaminari eventually resumed his spot on the couch, dropping Bakugou’s phone on his couch before sidling up to Sero’s side. His hand was poking at his ribs where a bruise would most likely blossom by morning. Kaminari refused to look in Bakugou direction for the remainder of the night.

They retired to their dorms an hour later, Kirishima walking with Bakugou.

“You know, if you’re hiding something, you can tell me.” Kirishima explained when they got to their doors. He was met with a blank stare. “Or not. But you seemed pretty sensitive to the Uraraka topic. So if you wanna tell me anything that’s going on, then you can.”

Bakugou gripped his doorknob. “I don’t give a fuck about her or her stupid baby.” Wrong, that was so wrong. He cared a lot. Even if he refused to say anything. “I just hate when that dunce face spews bullshit all the time.”

Kirishima snickered but eyed him suspiciously. “You sure that’s… all…?” The door slammed shut behind Bakugou, leaving Kirishima alone in the hallway.

Bakugou exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. He felt a surge of panic bubble in his chest. He tried to envision waves crashing against the shore and then receding to calm himself down. Nobody knew that the baby was his but he had instilled suspicion in them, something he hadn’t wanted to do. Bakugou didn’t want to ruin his life even more he had already.

“Fuck.” Bakugou wiped his nose with a whisper and dragged himself to the bathroom to brush his teeth. His heart was still accelerating but he ignored it like he always did when panic attacks slowly set in. Sometimes he was able to stop them. If he didn’t think about it…

Bakugou honestly couldn’t even remember getting into bed but the next thing he knew it was morning and the sun was beaming painfully into his eyes through the cracks in his blinds. He huffed and rubbed at his eyes, getting up to instinctively check on Uraraka in her dorm. Halfway to the door he remembered that she wasn’t even there and that they were barely on speaking terms. Then he just banged around his room getting ready for class.

Bakugou walked into the classroom with a couple of minutes to spare. Uraraka was there, surprisingly, but they never made eye contact. It was like they didn’t exist to each other; they were in the same plain of living but they were merely coexisting.

The boys who hadn’t seen her over break were crowding around her, asking her a myriad of questions that were clearly making her uncomfortable. They were too stupid to catch on and back off. Kirishima glanced worriedly between the two of them, really trying to piece together a story he just wouldn’t understand but Bakugou turned his back to them, eying the window.

“Alright class, take your seats.” Aizawa droned drowsily as he trudged into the room holding a rolled up stack of papers. The class reluctantly pulled from Uraraka and it took up to thirty seconds for everybody to find their seats. Aizawa was patient, the bags under his eyes unwavering as he stared out into the sea of students.

“Before we begin, Uraraka.” Aizawa motioned for her to come to the front and Uraraka slowly made her way there. She was wearing a too-big sweater to disguise her bump from others who may have been in the hall. It was fruitless to hide it from the class however. That ship had sailed.

Uraraka tucked a piece of brown hair behind her ear, a nervous habit of her’s. She smiled weakly at her nineteen other classmates. “Uh, so, you all know I’m pregnant so I guess I don’t have to do that part of my announcement.” She laughed a little but she shot daggers in Kaminari’s direction. Chargebolt sunk a little in his seat.

“So I’m pregnant which means that I won’t be able to partake in the physical activities of a hero for another four months. I-”

Iida’s hand shot into the air and Uraraka glanced at him. “Iida-kun…?”

“How far along are you? And are you going to be coming back to school?”

Bakugou snorted. Of course he had questions. Shouldn’t he already know though? Apparently Uraraka had really been honest when talking to her friends, if she had talked to them at all.

“Why don’t you let her finish, Iida?” Aizawa asked.

Uraraka took another deep breath. “So I’m twenty-three weeks pregnant which means I’m almost six months pregnant. And, um, no I won’t be returning until our third year. I’m going to be doing all the written work but as for the physical work I will be… behind…” Her voice trailed off and she glanced at Aizawa. Their teacher nodded and opened his mouth to dismiss her but she started talking once more.

“I haven’t been completely honest up until this point either.” Bakugou sat up straight from his previously slumped over position, his full attention on her. “I have told a lot of you that this,” she motioned towards her growing bump, “was the result of me and somebody from another class. That’s… not true.”

Kirishima and Kaminari sucked in a breath, turning to high five each other discreetly. Bakugou swallowed around the lump in his throat. Uraraka wouldn’t tell the truth about them, would she? No, she wouldn’t do that to them. To him . They had promised, sworn to never tell another soul.

Uraraka placed a hand on her stomach and looked above everybody’s heads at the back wall so she wouldn’t have to look anybody in the eye. “I know there a lot of rumors but all of your guesses have been wrong so far. Bakugou-kun and I have been in a relationship since the end of our first year and… and he’s the father of this baby.” She was trembling a little as she spoke and then she walked out. Just turned and left the classroom right through the door she had come in through with no warning whatsoever. Didn’t look at anybody in the room either.

The classroom was silent for a few beats aside from Aizawa’s disappointed sigh for the chaos that was about to break out. Everybody was staring at the door in shock, Bakugou with his fists curled atop the plastic top of the desk. He wanted to disappear and rid himself of this suffocating feeling. It was the same feeling he had when he was engulfed by darkness when the League of Villains snatched him up last summer break. He was trying to prepare himself for what was to come but the panic was setting and everything was about to get fucked.

“Bro, you said you don’t give a fuck about her or her baby and it’s yours ?” Kirishima hissed, suddenly leaning right in Bakugou’s face. Bakugou looked up at him for once with a fearful look in his eye and then swiveled himself around to look at the faces of his classmates. They were all gazing at him now. Like he was a fucking villain.

“Yeah? So what?” Bakugou gruffed.

All hell broke loose. Bakugou could barely hear Kirishima’s accusations over the loud murmur of his classmates directing every single question they could at him. Midoriya’s nasally voice was in his ear, nagging away just like his mother. Kirishima was at his front, speaking with such confusion and hurt that Bakugou felt taken aback. Then his other closest “friends” were bombarding. The rest of the washed up losers he couldn’t be bother to talk to followed.

It was all too much and Bakugou ducked his head and cupped his hands over the back of his head, pinching his eyes shut. He tried to remember the breathing exercises he had done with the therapist after he was rescued and the ones his mother forced him to stick with when he was back home. Claws wrapped around his neck and kept digging and digging and digging and then he was choking on air that he couldn’t quite hold onto.

“Hey.” A hand clamped down on his shoulder and he jolted, knocking the hand away immediately. Dead eyes looked into his, ones belonging to Aizawa. “Go stand outside and wait for me.” Bakugou gulped but did as he was told. He hadn’t realized that everybody else had backed away and was looking at him like he was some fucking freak. Some fucking zoo animal. He snarled at them, not really helping with that, and dragged his feet out of the classroom.

Bakugou had no idea how long he was standing out there for but the door was sliding open and shut. Aizawa leaned on the wall across from him collecting his thoughts. Bakugou burrowed balled fists deeper into his pockets.

“So, Uraraka, huh?” Aizawa questioned. Bakugou didn’t respond, just looked away.

“You know you’re the reason she can’t come back to school until she’s…” Aizawa looked out the window, voice festering. “You know that, right?”

“Course I fucking do.” Bakugou grumbled.

Aizawa tutted. “I’m going to have to let the principal know it was your doing. I doubt he’ll kick you out too but you have nobody to blame but yourself if that happens.”

Bakugou quivered from the rage overtaking the panic taking root in his chest. “Why?”

“Hm?” Aizawa glanced at him tiredly.

“Why? Why am I the one always being blamed?” Bakugou’s voice broke. Why the hell was he about to cry like some bitch? He wasn’t Deku. He didn’t cry over menial shit like this. “It’s not all my fault. She was there too. She is just as much to blame as I am yet I’m the one constantly being fucked over! I don’t get it! Even my goddamn parents side with her and they’re my parents. I don’t get a fucking say anymore and it’s bullshit. Don’t you get it, jackass?”

Aizawa was silent for a moment. He studied Bakugou who furiously scrubbed the tears from his eyes. “I know. But the blame always has to fall on somebody. A lot of the times it’s easiest to blame the victim but in this situation… I’m afraid that’s not the case.”

Bakugou thought that the victim should never be blamed. He had been in that boat before, when he was captured, when the nightmares started and the weight on his chest grew. But to be on the opposite end and to still be blamed? Neither felt good.

“I’ll let you sit out here for a couple more minutes but then I expect you to come back and join the class.” Aizawa explained forlornly. “I’m sorry Bakugou. The real world is shit. I’m sure you’ll be getting a taste of it very soon.” Aizawa didn’t offer anything more but brushed past him back to the classroom.

Bakugou stared out the window. The sun was bright, the sky clear, birds singing a pleased tune. He hated it. He wanted to smash the windows, the lights, tear down the walls until his nails were bloodied and his fists bruised. He wanted to set havoc amongst the halls.

But he didn’t. He bottled it inside for another time and made his way back into the classroom, taking his seat. Deku’s eyes burned holes into the back of his head but Bakugou acted as if he wasn’t there. It wasn’t too difficult, that was his normal routine. He kicked his legs up on the desk and didn’t pay attention to a word any of his teachers said that morning.

All Bakugou thought about was Kirishima’s, Aizawa’s and Uraraka’s words. Uraraka’s made him pissed, made him want to take his desk and smash it into the wall. Previously he only had a little bit of desire to speak with her, to maybe make things right with her. But now? Now he was numb, numb to words and numb to feelings.

Anything remaining in his heart for her was gone, taken by the winds of her confession.

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Side Effects

chapter 12: week 26

Dread hammered way at Uraraka’s heart in the three weeks it had been since announcing to her classmates that Bakugou was the father of her child. After lying for so long she figured that she would be filled with relief and happiness but things only got worse. She had been harboring anger when she had told the class; she originally wasn’t going to say anything but after Bakugou had told her he didn’t give a “rat’s ass” about what she did, Uraraka couldn’t find it in herself to continue lying. If he was going to be a jerk then she could flip the script on him.

The sense of triumph that had coursed through her veins after had only lasted until she got in the car with Mitsuki. Then the dam had burst and there were so many tears that she could flood the vehicle. Mitsuki had been beside herself trying to calm Uraraka down, asking what had happened and if her idiot son had said anything.

Surprisingly, this was all Uraraka’s fault. She took the blame though Bakugou’s mother insisted that it was once again Bakugou’s fault.

Uraraka tried making it better after that with her estranged boyfriend. She would keep that label until it was official that they had broken up. Feelings were still lingering in the way that they looked at each other when Bakugou was still home or when they brushed together, only to jump away. Uraraka still felt the butterflies in her chest the same way she had on the day he asked her up to the roof.

She sent numerous texts that were unreturned, even going as far as leaving voicemails. Did teenagers even really call each other anymore? She doubted that Bakugou was listening to them anyway. There was no way to tell if he was reading her texts either. Each text was carefully thought out although it always seemed to descend into a stream of consciousness, Uraraka pouring her soul into apologizing. She wanted to make things right before the baby came. Their baby should have a father in it’s life and Uraraka wanted to hound Bakugou into promising he would be there.

But when he wouldn’t even return her texts, that became extremely difficult.

Mitsuki had promised that Bakugou would come home on the weekends to spend time with them and to help out around the house. Yet when the first weekend passed since he had been back to school and Bakugou didn’t show, Uraraka lost all hope for a happy future with him. She had messed up, big time, and now Bakugou had to face the repercussions alone while Uraraka got all the praise for dealing with somebody like her boyfriend.

“Don’t worry, he’ll come back.” Mitsuki insisted but her voice was strained and Uraraka figured that somewhere the woman knew that there was no way of getting to her son. Not this time. The damage that had been done seemed irreversible and Uraraka didn’t know how to erase its effect.

Uraraka had gotten used to being pregnant now, though the aches and pains she experienced in her back and abdomen never seemed to fade. Over time the pressure increased and Uraraka was mostly sick of it. She would prod at her bump, telling her baby to stop kicking and stop making her hurt all the time. Sometimes she forgot that she wasn’t alone in the room and Masaru would give a little chuckle. It never failed to embarrass her when she realized what she had done but Masaru insisted that Mitsuki used to do far worse.

Masaru had become Uraraka’s rock, almost. Where Mitsuki was constantly blaming Bakugou for everything, Masaru saw both sides. The older man was patient and listened to her qualms about Bakugou and pregnancy and how her classmates were treating both of them differently. How Bakugou was being outcasted (when he was previously forced to be included by Kirishima and the others) and Uraraka was being supported. It drove Bakugou even further from her grasp when she was already struggling to hold on.

“He’ll come to his senses.” Masaru flipped through the pages of his book, Uraraka lounging on the couch at his side. Mitsuki was resting in their room, stating she had a migraine from shouting with her son on the phone. She had tried to talk some sense into Bakugou once again but it proved to be fruitless.

“I don’t think he will.” Uraraka mumbled, mostly to herself, but Masaru caught it. He had a keen sense of hearing and was always able to hear her quietest utters.

“I’ve said it before but that boy is stubborn. Gets it from his mother.” Pointing a finger skyward at the ceiling, Masaru smiled. “It’s difficult most of the time but he has a kind heart.”

“And he gets that from you?” Uraraka pondered aloud and snuck a glance at the bespectacled man beside her.

Masaru hummed and took a sip of water. “I would hope so. I don’t think he knows how to deal with all of this new information. Even if it has been months. He’s intelligent but he’s a boy and we can be extremely dumb when it comes to figuring out our feelings. Mitsuki had to corner me on multiple occasions in order for me to go out with her.” A laugh escaped from his lips. “Katsuki just needs a little bit of time to figure out if he’s going to let you go or not. He’ll make the right decision.”

The truth was murky but Uraraka had no choice but to believe in Bakugou’s father. Masaru was a voice of reason in troubled times, the parental figure that everybody wanted. He was wise like the old owls in fables her own father told to her as a kid and Masaru sort of resembled one too. Big eyes behind thick framed glasses, always wearing a nice shirt with a bowtie. It would be comical if he wasn’t so kind hearted. Uraraka would never willingly make fun of him.

Uraraka missed her own father but Masaru was a good substitute. Her parents hadn’t tried contacting her, truly cutting off all of her expenses. She was a little worried that they wouldn’t pay for her to go to school again for her third year but since they believed in her future as a hero the money would keep flowing to UA. Still, it was enough to keep her tossing and turning at night and along with the added pressure of pregnancy, Uraraka found herself with ugly bags under her eyes. Aoyama would truly be needed these days with his wide selection of face creams. If she ever wanted to smell like butternut or peppermint she knew who to go to.

“Do you think maybe you could try talking to him?” Uraraka traced shapes onto her bump and didn’t make eye contact with Masaru. She kept her eyes averted in case he rejected the idea. Which she figured he wouldn’t but she could never be sure.

Masaru was silent for a very long time. “You haven’t tried talking to him?”

“He won’t answer me. I… I did a bad thing and my apologies don’t seem to be reaching him.” She laughed pathetically and picked at the stitches of the blanket draped across her legs.

“Hm.” Another gulp of water and more silence filled the room. The low hum of cars driving by did nothing to drown out the screams in her thoughts. “That boy…” Masaru had a faraway tone and Uraraka snuck a peek, watching his dark eyes gaze out the window.

“I’ll see what I can do, alright?”

Uraraka beaming smile could fight the sun. It was the first time in three or four weeks that she really felt cheerful. “Thank you so much.” She was out of her seat in a flash to throw her arms around Masaru’s neck and felt the awkward but gentle patting of his hand on her lower back.

“Of course.”

Smiling, she went up to the guest bedroom she was staying in and burrowed under the covers. There was no comfortable way to lay down you’re being weighed down by a bulging mass protruding from your body but she made it work. The warmth of the blankets consumed her and she eventually drifted off to sleep.

The sun glaring at her through the window woke her up and she blinked her eyes against the offender. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep so quickly but carrying an increasing growing fetus inside of you at all times makes you exhausted. Stretching thick arms above her head, the pops and cracks resounding were music to her ears and she sighed with relief. Knees crackled as she stood and she shook out her ankles to get the blood flowing back into them.

Her bump lead her into the kitchen where Mitsuki was preparing breakfast. Masaru was already at the table drinking coffee, showing that it wasn’t quite early enough for him to be at work. The clock on the microwave said that it was a little past eight in the morning and Masaru wouldn’t be there for much longer.

“Good morning.” Uraraka was almost shy as she sat down, crossing her ankles primly under the table.

Masaru lifted his gaze from his phone and offered a smile. “Good morning, Ochako.”

“Mornin’!” Mitsuki called over the sizzle of the pan. Whatever she was cooking smelled delicious and Uraraka’s stomach roared with desire. It only embarrassed her further.

“I tried speaking with Katsuki after you went upstairs last night.” Masaru began and coffee made him pause in his speech, “I didn’t have any luck.” Pity filled dark brown eyes and Uraraka tried not to deflate.

“That’s okay, I wasn’t expecting much anyway.” She smushed her cheek against her palm and watched Mitsuki dance to silent music at the oven. Masaru followed her gaze and smiled at the shaking hips of his wife, oblivious to the two of them staring. Not that she would care in the first place, she would probably groove harder if she knew they were watching, but it was always fun to look on. Uraraka sort of wished her relationship with Bakugou was like his parent’s; it was clear that they were in love, even after however many years of being married. Masaru looked at Mitsuki like she was a sunflower amongst dozens of roses.

Uraraka shook herself out of her small reverie as Mitsuki placed a plate filled with eggs and ham in front of her.

“Eat up, make my grandchild strong.” Mitsuki winked and placed a smaller plate in front of Masaru, placing a kiss to his forehead right after. A light dusting of pink coated Masaru’s cheeks and Uraraka ducked her head, shoveling food into her mouth to hide her envy.

The day passed with the movement of the sun over the house, casting different shadows on the furniture and over her. Uraraka barely moved throughout the day, curling up on the couch while the TV droned on in front of her. Her phone continuously buzzed but she never spared it a glance. The one person who she wanted to contact her would never do it on his own volition. He needed a push, more like a shove, but nobody was going to step near him now.

Midoriya had been giving Uraraka updates and it seemed as if nobody in the class was speaking with Bakugou. Not even Kirishima or Kaminari. If Kirishima wasn’t speaking to him then he had definitely fucked up. Those two were rarely seen without each other during the day; though Bakugou would probably never say these exact words, Kirishima was his closest friend. They confided in each other in most things.

This was a big blow to their friendship. Kirishima most likely saw fatherhood as something manly, considering he didn’t have a father himself. So Bakugou not stepping up and being there for Uraraka didn’t do much in terms of their friendship.

Uraraka hated that she had unintentionally caused such a rift between Bakugou and their classmates. It was awful to say but she had only wanted to cause him a moment’s pain like she felt during the course of her pregnancy. But it was much worse now. Everything was a disaster.

Uraraka wasn’t aware of the passage of time but before she knew it Masaru was patting her head in greeting. She blinked up at him in confusion.

“Oh, hello Mr. Bakugou.” Uraraka forced a smile.

“Hello. Have you been here all day?” Masaru asked.

Uraraka looked around and saw that the sun was setting outside, creating beautiful hues of golden and magenta. “I guess I did.”

Masaru frowned and sat down beside her. “Are you alright, dear? You’re looking a little pale.”

Uraraka swallowed and stood, bunching up the blanket into a ball so she could shove it onto the back of the couch. “I’m going to go lay down for a bit.” Her legs tingled as blood flowed into them, groaning from disuse.

Masaru frowned deeper but let her go, Uraraka climbing the stairs as slow as she could. It was almost painful considering she had barely moved all day. Her head felt light and her stomach a little queasy; she could probably pass out at any time. There was also this extreme desire to cry and she found herself turning into Bakugou’s room. The room was very much the same as it had been the first time she had seen it, painted black with All Might and other heroic posters surrounding her. With the smile that showed no fear shining on her, she climbed under his covers.

Uraraka had always been drawn to the way Bakugou smelled. It wasn’t very intriguing, a mixture of sweat, gasoline and burnt firewood but she wanted to wrap herself in it like a warm hug. Uraraka let out a breath, the tightness of her chest slowly unravelling. Bakugou was her comfort, her home and as he surrounded her all her worries seemed to wash away, pulled with the tide of her shame.

Sleep dragged her under the waves and she was rapidly rescued by a hand on her shoulder. Groggily she opened her eyes and stared up at Masaru, who was looking at her in concern. A cool hand pressed to her forehead.

“You’re not too hot or cold.” Masaru murmured to himself and he sat on the edge of Bakugou’s mattress. Uraraka wanted to be angry from being woken from the best sleep she had gotten in weeks but she couldn’t blame the older man in front of her. He looked almost scared about her condition and she wanted to ease those worries.

“I promise I’m...okay…” Her voice broke and tears welled in her eyes. She hadn’t any idea of why she was about to cry but the waves crashed onto the shore violently and she sat up, letting Masaru take her into his arms.

“It’s alright.” Masaru ran his fingers through her short locks as the first sob broke from the confines of her throat. Uraraka gripped onto the front of his shirt and sniffed highly, trying to calm the hyperventilation of her breath. This couldn’t be good for the baby but fat tears rolled down her puffy cheeks and over the line of her jaw.

“I’m scared.” She voiced quietly and Masaru tightened his grip on her. She wondered what was running through his mind at this current moment, if he was thinking of his own son and how Bakugou was feeling. Uraraka was thinking of him too but her own anxieties overshadowed him in this moment.

“We all are, but we believe in you.” Masaru whispered and Uraraka knew he was referring to himself and Mitsuki. Bakugou didn’t fit into that equation just yet.

“Thank you.” Uraraka sniffed and wiped her eyes.

Masaru pat her back and smiled a loose lipped smile. “Of course. I’m sorry I woke you, we were worried when we couldn’t find you. I had a feeling you would be in here.” He motioned to the door with his chin and found Mitsuki leaning against the wood, a hand over her chest. She was frowning, something Uraraka had only seen a handful of times since living there.

“Thank you.” Uraraka repeated and Masaru let go of her with a nod.

“Why don’t you come eat something and then you can rest all you want?”

Uraraka was going to deny it but the grumbling of her stomach betrayed her. She figured it was her baby screaming for food and she knew she should get used it. She was more than halfway there now.

Until then, food. And then sleep. She knew she would be crawling back under black covers once dinner was over. It was the closest she would find herself to Bakugou for now.

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Side Effects

chapter 13: week 30

“Oi.”

The world was shaking and coming in and out of focus as Uraraka was yanked from slumber. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust but when she looked up, the sunlight was gone, replaced by fiery red eyes that held nothing but a barren wasteland inside. Normally they would hold some sort of condescendingness in them or fury. For now, they were blank.

“B-Bakugou.” Uraraka breathed drowsily and she pretended not to notice the miniscule flinch of his shoulders and the twitch of his eye. “You’re home.”

“Yeah.” Bakugou said plainly.

“Can we talk?” It came out as more of a plea than a question and anxiety stabbed its way through her veins. What a great thing to wake up to.

Bakugou stared at her for a long moment before turning on his heel, socked feet scuffing across the carpet. Since her hormones were imbalanced thanks to the ever-growing bump, her eyes welled with tears as she reached out a hand to grab onto him. Uraraka wasn’t entirely sure this was real; if she swiped at Bakugou would he was disappear into thin air? He was no longer in her range and he was leaning out the door, glaring into the hallway. He barked a few hushed words, so unlike him that it reminded Uraraka of the Bakugou only she knew.

A hand flew to her chest and squeezed the fabric of her night shirt. It was Bakugou’s shirt. Though his clothes weren’t necessarily large enough on her to be considered maternity wear, Uraraka had wanted to wear something the previous night that was infused with his scent. So, she squeezed into his t shirt. She wondered if he had noticed the top of the skull peeking out from under the black comforter. Maybe that was why he looked so emotionless.

Uraraka was sitting up to get out of bed when Bakugou moved out of the way for Iida and Midoriya to come in to the room. They looked around Bakugou’s bedroom, surveying the walls, taking all of the hero memorabilia in. Uraraka wondered if Midoriya would comment on how it reminded him of his own room but she figured that he valued his life and learned by now and kept his mouth shut.

“Eh?” Uraraka looked bewildered. She hadn’t expected them to be here. “What are you two doing here? How did you…”

Iida pushed his glasses up his shoulders, eyes closed and proclaiming: “We asked Bakugou where you were until he would tell us. We were worried since you have not been answering your mobile phone.”

“Oh…” Uraraka toyed with the fabric of the comforter. “I’m sorry.”

“We just wanted to make sure you were okay!” Midoriya insisted and sat on the bed next to her legs, concern pooling in forest green irises. Maybe in another life or another dimension she would have fallen for Midoriya. Everything would be so much easier if she had fallen for him instead of Bakugou.

“I’m… I’m fine.” Uraraka gazed at Bakugou, trying to gauge his reaction but the blonde didn’t look at her. He kept his arms crossed over his chest and remained by the door. Crimson eyes scanned over the posters on the wall, trying to avoid looking at the scene happening on the bed. There was no doubt in her mind that Bakugou was unhappy with the fact that Midoriya was sitting on his bed and so close to her, but he didn’t say a thing.

“Have you been at Kacchan’s this whole time?” Midoriya’s hand was resting on her knee and Uraraka sucked in a breath. Bile rose in her throat so she only nodded.

“That was nice of you to let her stay here, Bakugou.” Iida addressed Bakugou but the latter didn’t bat an eye in his direction.

Uraraka clenched her hands in the sheets. She so desperately wanted to knock Bakugou down again out of spite but it would do more damage than good. Telling Midoriya and Iida that it had been Bakugou’s mother than had forced her to stay wouldn’t be beneficial for anybody. So she swallowed it down along with the nausea she was currently experiencing.

“Yeah, Bakugou’s parents have been really great.” Uraraka answered softly and she unclenched the fabric, still searching for Bakugou’s eyes. Bakugou tensed a little and Midoriya and Iida seemed to catch on to what Uraraka was implying. Bakugou wasn’t there for her . Neither said a word.

“We wanted to do something with you, if that’s okay?” Midoriya began to wring his hands nervously, green irises flicking over the brunette’s face and then down at his mangled hands.

Uraraka laid her hands over his. “I’m sorry, Deku-kun. I don’t feel up to leaving the house today.” Or ever . She motioned to her stomach and Midoriya, who had been previously trying to avoid looking in that direction, stared right at it.

“Oh, because-?”

“Yes.” Uraraka wrapped her arms around her, not enjoying the scrutiny of her friends’ gazes. She was lying again but it had become such a common thing that it didn’t make her feel any guiltier at this point. She just wanted to be alone with Bakugou.

“You should not be ashamed.” Iida said gently.

“You made me feel pretty ashamed, Iida-kun.” Uraraka mumbled softly and Iida’s thought’s were so loud that Uraraka could basically hear them.

Iida cleared her throat. “I am very sorry, that wasn’t my intention.”

Anger tore through Uraraka’s chest suddenly and she bit her tongue to force it down. Her hormones were incredibly imbalanced but never before had they been so intense. Exhaling, she leaned back against Bakugou’s pillows.

“I really just want to speak with Bakugou right now and then go back to sleep.” Uraraka let her eyes travel from the forlorn look on Midoriya’s face to Iida’s blank one. “I’m sorry.”

“N-No, it’s okay!” Midoriya jumped up and shook his head. “We should have told you we were coming to see you instead of just coming unannounced. Come on, Iida, let’s go.” Midoriya stood and walked towards the door.

“Deku-kun-!”

“It’s alright!” Midoriya’s voice went up an octave and he grabbed Iida’s wrist, dragging him from the room. A few heartbeats later the front door slammed and Uraraka pressed her face into her hands, letting out an animalistic groan.

“You know the loser likes you, right?”

“I think I gathered that.” Uraraka seethed and through the cracks of her fingers she glared at Bakugou, who had moved to sit in his desk chair across the room. His expression was unwavering, one eyebrow raised and mouth pulled into a thin line.

“He wouldn’t stop bitching at me, asking me over and over where you were.”

“Oh and it’s such an inconvenience for you right?”

“Yeah, it really fucking is.”

“I thought you didn’t care what anybody in our class thought of you? I thought you didn’t care about anybody but yourself?”

The only sound that filled the room was the sound of her heavy breathing. Bakugou crackled his knuckles but didn’t dare move closer to her. There was a brief moment where she thought he was going to hit her, but he would never. She had essentially just called him selfish and somewhere that was true but Uraraka knew him, or she thought she did, and he was gentle at heart. Gentle with the ones that he held close to him.

“I care about you.” Bakugou mumbled, muffled behind his hand.

“I thought you didn’t care about me or my ‘stupid baby’?” Uraraka mocked. Yeah, she had heard him that day. And the more she thought about it the more she simmered, the rage searing her veins.

“Fuck.” Bakugou dragged a hand down his face. “Did you expect me not to be pissed? You turned the whole damn class against me!”

“I expected you to be by my side and help me but you weren’t,” Uraraka argued. “You ignored me and we’re living under the same roof. You basically gave me the message that you want nothing to do with me. Did you ever think to ask how that makes me feel? I’m entirely alone in this while you get to continue on your way to being a hero!”

“You could’ve continued on to be a hero too, y’know.” Bakugou gripped the arm of his desk chair. “If you had just listened to me.”

“I said it then and I’ll say it now: it’s my body and I’m the only one who gets to make these decisions. I could never give up this baby. It makes me sick to my stomach to even think about it. If you really loved me you would care too.”

“Oh don’t pull that fucking bullshit with me.” Bakugou stood up and Uraraka backed into the wall on the bed. Bakugou placed one knee on the bed and leaned close to her. “Do not become a walking cliche.”

“A walking cliche?” Uraraka parroted, voice small.

“Yeah. Saying shit like ‘if you really loved me’. You think that’s gonna make me fall to my knees and make me beg for forgiveness? You know I’m not like that.”

“I know and that’s exactly why I said it.”

“That doesn’t make a shred of sense. Are you hoping this’ll end like a movie? We fight and then we fuck?”

Uraraka stood (sat? She was technically sitting) her ground. “No.”

“Good.”

They stared at each other, Bakugou slowly inching closer. This really was going to end like a movie, where nothing gets resolved but they still kiss and makeup.

Uraraka pressed her fingers to his lips. “I miss you.” She was going to be the bigger person because she knew Bakugou never would be. “I want you to be a part of my life. Our life.” Bakugou’s eyes flickered down to her stomach and his lips pulled into a grimace.

“I’m only seventeen…”

“And I’m sixteen. Don’t you want to be my hero? Their hero?”

Bakugou pressed his fists into the mattress. Uraraka had caught him, hook, line and sinker.

“I want to be a hero.”

“But you’re going to be somebody’s hero, eventually.” Uraraka pressed her hand to his cheek, caressing it. She felt a little bit of stubble there, a day’s worth maybe, some he hadn’t shaved away. She loved the scratch of it against her hand and previously over the top of her head when they would cuddle on school nights. She missed that. With him so close he was all around her, no longer just a lingering scent but now the overwhelming essence of cologne and everything Bakugou.

“Why not be theirs first?” Tentatively, Uraraka reached for Bakugou’s wrist with her free hand and he surprisingly let her take it. She gently placed his hand over the shirt she had stolen from him and over her bump. Bakugou’s entire body was pin straight almost as if he would combust if he moved a fraction of a muscle. Little flutters sprung up under his palm, the sign that the baby was awake in there and moving, getting used to the sensation of a hand over the skin above it. Uraraka was used to it by now but for Bakugou this was an entirely new experience.

Uraraka watched Bakugou’s narrow eyes widen in shock and his immediate reaction was to pull away as if burned but Uraraka held him there firmly. She covered Bakugou’s hand with both of hers now, lifting her pinkies to make sure she didn’t accidentally make her float.

“Ochako-”

“Please.” Uraraka’s voice was so light that it was almost taken away by the breeze. “If you care about me at all you’ll stay. You’ll stay and help me, help us, no complaints. But if you walk out again I swear, Bakugou Katsuki, you will never see me or this child again.”

Bakugou cracked a smile though it was void emotion. “You threatening me, woman?”

It was only a glimpse of the old Bakugou, the one she knew when they were going strong and it made her laugh gently. “I guess I am.”

Bakugou nudged her chin with his free hand and shook his head. “I can’t believe the sweet Uraraka Ochako just threatened me.”

“You scared?” Uraraka teased.

“Of you?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “Never.” She could feel his pulse and the quickening of it, indicating he was lying. She didn’t mention it.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” Uraraka cast her eyes downward but Bakugou’s finger brought her head back up, chapped lips descending onto her plump ones. Uraraka wasn’t entirely surprised, as Bakugou had leaned in before to kiss her to get her to shut up. But now it wasn’t unwelcome and she gripped onto his shirt, pulling him closer. It had been so long since she had physical contact like this. Bakugou hadn’t want to come near her since the announcement so that was pretty understandable.

It felt so nice now, Bakugou hijacking her senses. His hands trailed up her sides and back down, holding her hips as he tilted his head a bit, lips sliding together. Uraraka had to stop herself from groaning a little and gave herself to the sensations. Bakugou, never one to be too gentle when first getting into things, scraped his teeth against her bottom lip and then flicked his tongue against the seam.

Of course Uraraka wouldn’t deny him.

She saw this as his way of apologizing and though she may seem like she was easily giving in, it was the fact that she was never going to forget that counted.

Uraraka had almost forgotten what Bakugou tasted like. It was nothing like his scent, it was spicier. Cinnamon, mixed with a little something else. Uraraka loved it and she yearned for more yet didn’t know how to get it. Bakugou knew though, he definitely knew because he smirked and laid her against the pillows, lips still moving in sync. It was hard to maneuver against the baby bump but they contorted in order to fit together.

Later, when they were settled and getting comfortable with each other again, Uraraka stared up at the cracks ceiling. There was a good chance that the divots came from Bakugou and his rage but she never asked. She avoided looking at Bakugou, who was squeezed next to her on the twin sized mattress.

“I’m sorry about… the day I left…” Uraraka fiddled with her fingers nervously.

Bakugou shifted, an arm resting behind his head and one leg over his knee. “‘S fine.”

“It’s not.” Uraraka brushed her hair to the side so she could look at him. “I ruined your school experience.”

Bakugou scoffed. “I don’t give a fuck if any of those losers talk to me or not.”

“Not even Kirishima-kun?” Bakugou’s silence was all-telling. “That’s what I thought. Why don’t you try talking to him?”

Bakugou sighed. “He said I’m not manly enough for him anymore, or what-the-fuck-ever.”

Uraraka couldn’t help giggling. “You know he’s just upset. Kirishima-kun can’t stay mad at anybody for long.”

“Well I’m not fucking talking to him. And don’t you dare mother me.” Bakugou was always great at predicting what she was going to say. He tapped her on the nose and she swatted him away before relaxing her head on his shoulder.

“If you explain things to him he may surprise you.” The same had gone for them. Uraraka hadn’t expected them to be cuddling at this current moment but there they were. Cuddling. Under his sheets. What a simple life for a complex situation.

Bakugou hummed and dropped his hand lightly onto her head, running his fingers through short brown locks. The soothing motion of it would have been enough to lull Uraraka back to sleep if the baby hadn’t been kicking her bladder.

For now they just laid in bed, enjoying each other’s company. They still had plenty to talk about but this was just the start.

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chapter 14: baby daddy 3

Bakugou had gone home that weekend just to get shitty Deku and Four Eyes off his case. He was sick of their constant pestering and whining for him to tell them where Uraraka was, trying to appear as threatening as possible when they spoke to him. But he knew that Four Eyes would be unfazed as he had had a brush with Death himself before, and fucking Deku (for whatever reason) wasn’t scared of him despite the constant promises to murder him.

Since finding his fake-ass quirk, Deku sure had built himself a hard shell.

After bringing the two losers home with him and having Uraraka shut them down real quick, Bakugou felt a little sense of pride. Before him and his influence, Uraraka never would have sassed two of her closest friends like that, let alone make Deku flee on the verge of tears. It made Bakugou’s heart squeeze with affection and triumph but he swallowed those feelings.

That is, until they finally started talking, hashing out some of the woes in the past couple of months.

Bakugou was never an open person. He hated peeling open wounds and letting them ooze over with crimson liquid, dripping down his arms and his legs and from the cavern in his chest. He didn’t like being so raw with people. But there was something about Uraraka that made him want to bear his soul, tell her all of his fears and then some. He was able to hold himself back, but not from taking what he wanted.

What he wanted was her, in his arms, against him, against his lips. He wanted to hear her sighs and he wanted to hear as she sucked in a breath, trying to hold back tears. He yearned to have her tell him all just like he wanted to do with her. Luckily, Uraraka was more in touch with those inner feelings than he was and brought him down to earth.

They stayed in that bed for hours, only moving when the snap of a phone camera went off above them. Bakugou had chased his mother from the room, screaming obscenities at her hastily retreating back. Above it all he could hear the mellifluous flute of laughter coming from his bedroom and he almost tripped over his own feet. Bakugou was smoother than that, thankfully.

It was good to be home, back on somewhat good terms. This whole mess had been his fault but after having everybody turn their backs on him (literally and figuratively), Bakugou knew he had to make things right, starting with the most important person.

It wasn’t typical for him to suck it up like that. But he had because he had heard the desperation in her voice and he was so, so weak at the end of it all.

Being weak to Uraraka was how he ended up back at school the next evening, standing in front of a certain spiky redhead’s door. Bakugou would deny that it was with Uraraka’s influence that made him stand in front of Kirishima’s door and would chalk it up to him being sick of all this petty bullshit. Kirishima was perfectly justified in his being upset, just not in Bakugou’s eyes.

The blonde couldn’t bring himself to knock on the door however.

“This is stupid.” Bakugou mumbled and shoved his hands into his pockets. Kirishima wouldn’t want to talk to him anyway. He hadn’t known this but Kirishima could really hold a grudge. Kirishima wouldn’t even look at him anymore and had somehow convinced his cronies to avoid Bakugou as well. Bakugou was completely alone this time, possibly for the first time in his life. And it a came at a time when he didn’t want to be by himself. Bakugou dealt with it just like he always had: with his head held high and a mean glare.

He went to turn away, reiterating how stupid this all was, but of fucking course the door had to open in that moment to reveal Kirishima. The redhead looked like a deer in headlights, Bakugou not much better, and they stared at each other for a few moments.

Bakugou cleared his throat. “Er, uh-” He had never been this tongue tied before, aside from a few times with Uraraka.

“Where’d ya go this weekend?” Kirishima leaned in the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. “I was gonna come talk to you because I’m tired of this, man.”

“ You’re tired of this? You started this shit!” Bakugou was immediately on the defensive.

Kirishima shrugged. “Because you’re an asshole and assholes deserve the silent treatment.”

Bakugou stared hard at him before sighing with exasperation. “You know, I was with Ochako this weekend. So…”

The corner of Kirishima’s mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Ochako? I guess y’all are good now.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

When Kirishima laughed, he laughed with his entire being. He threw his head back and cackled, arms still crossed. “Relax bro. What did you want? I know you weren’t just standin’ here for nothin’.”

“Well nothing anymore if you’re gonna be a dick.” Bakugou shouted and went to turn away but Kirishima grabbed his arm.

“Don’t be like that. Were you gonna apologize?”

“As if. I don’t have anything to apologize for. Not to you.”

“I hope you at least apologized to Uraraka.”

Bakugou’s nostrils flared. He hadn’t said it, not explicitly, but he had showed it by staying by her side the entire day yesterday and the morning. He even made her breakfast. Sure his hag of a mother cooed over them like they were newborn infants or some shit but he did his best to tune her out like he had since he was in middle school. His mom never really said anything of interest to him most of the time anyway.

Bakugou only shrugged and Kirishima sighed. “Well as long as you guys are cool with each other now. Ya know, a lot of the guys are jealous of you.”

Bakugou stared at him. “Why.”

“Because, you know, you’re not a virgin. You’re probably the only one of us whose gotten some outside of his hand.”

“Why do you have to be fucking disgusting all the time?”

“How is that disgusting? I’m just telling the truth!” Kirishima slung an arm over his shoulders and all but dragged him to the elevator. “Come on, let’s go ask the guys themselves.”

“This was a mistake.” Bakugou tried to wrench himself from Kirishima’s choke hold but the fucker used his harden, making it impossible to get out from. “I redact my apology.”

“Aw but you didn’t even apologize! It’s fine, I know you love me. Maybe not as much as Ochako~ but…” Kirishima made kissy faces at him and Bakugou shoved Kirishima’s face away, telling him once more that he was disgusting. And that he needed to die. Because it wouldn’t be a Bakugou argument without a Bakugouism.

“We’ve all been dying to see you.” Kirishima gushed as he maintained his headlock on Bakugou and dragged him to the lounge.

“I thought you hated my guts because I said something mean about a girl?”

“You say mean shit all the time but you should never say stuff like that about the girl you impregnated, dude. That’s some next level shit.” Kirishima was trying to be a young philosopher now or whatever.

“Bakugou!” Kaminari and Sero called, Tokoyami as silent as ever from his spot perched on the stool. He was always there lurking with the crew but never saying much except for his own little anecdotes about darkness and the night. It was kind of cute in a way, at least to the girls. Bakugou thought he was a freak.

“Ugh, this isn’t worth my precious time.” But Bakugou couldn’t leave, still trapped under the arm of Kirishima.

Kirishima shoved him onto the couch and plopped down next to him, grinning ear to ear. Bakugou spread his legs to try and put some distance between them but it seemed as if Kirishima was determined to get in his personal space.

“We want to ask you a couple of questions.”

“I’m not talking to you about my sex life.”

“Aw come on man!” Kaminari whined, leaning forward eagerly with his elbows perched on his knees. His phone was charging in his hand and another phone, most likely Sero’s, held in the other.

Sero frowned. “Don’t you want to help your dear old friends?”

“I would hardly consider you asshats friends .” Bakugou spit but it was untrue, these guys were the closest things he had ever had to friends. Closer than Deku even but the green shitstain put a sour taste in his mouth just thinking about him. His thoughts always went to the river when they were young, and then to middle school when the slime villain had caught him and almost suffocated him. Deku had tried to be a hero despite being a quirkless loser.

And then All Might happened. Of fucking course Bakugou’s idol would give Deku of all people his power. What a fucking waste.

“Besides,” Bakugou continued, shrugging himself from his reverie, “plain face could never get a girl to fuck him.”

“Hey!” Sero pouted and put his hands on his hips. “I’ll have you know the ladies are lining up to get a load of my stickiness.”

Kaminari wheezed out a laugh, clenching his chest as best he could with a phone in his hand, Kirishima following behind. Even Tokoyami turned his head to hide his laughter.

“Please don’t ever say that again.”

“What? Why!”

“Because that was fucking nasty, that’s why.” Bakugou scoffed. “Girls don’t want guys who say shit like that.”

“Oh so girls want guys who swear at them and tell them they don’t care about them?” Sero countered.

“Do you wanna die?” Bakugou stood, palms raised and ready to slam it  into Sero’s plain face, nitroglycerin bubbling beneath his skin. Kirishima tugged him back down.

“Chill, we’re cool. We’re only speaking the truth.” Kirishima explained. It may be the truth but it’s not one Bakugou wanted to be reminded of. He was trying to mend things with Uraraka and these assholes were negating that fact. Well, they didn’t know that he was trying to fix things but they were being dicks (even if he deserved it).

“We speak the truth and we come bearing questions.” Kaminari said simply.

Bakugou glared. “I know that you wanna know what it’s like to fuck a chick. You’ll never get the opportunity so I don’t know why you’re asking. This one,” he flicked Kirishima in the side of the head, “likes dick over pussy so he’s not going to get any. Bird brain over there wouldn’t be able to move his beak out of the way to see.”

“That hardly has anything to do with this.” Tokoyami mumbled.

Bakugou continued, “And like I said before, Soy Sauce face here could never get a girl interested enough. And you, Pikachu, are simply too much of a dipshit.”

Kaminari pouted. “Tell us how you really feel.”

“Why can’t you just be a team player?” Kirishima asked.

“Because I don’t like cock?” Bakugou was almost incredulous in his tone.

“That’s not what I meant!” Kirishima grinned. “But I wouldn’t mind helping you figure it out.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Bakugou shoved at him.

“In your dreams, Hair-for-Brains.”

Kirishima gave an exasperated sigh and then cackled again when Bakugou shoved him off the couch. Bakugou honestly didn’t give a shit if Kirishima was fantasizing about him or not. He knew he was sexy and there was a lot to admire. Bakugou had a lot of self confidence that he exude with an overconfident demeanor. It was always a little much but he was the only one with a girlfriend (that he knew of) so he was doing something right.

Bakugou never shared his experience of having sex with Uraraka. It was too private and though it wasn’t necessarily surprising that Bakugou kept this locked up inside, he wouldn’t have shared even if he was more of an open person. Even Bakugou could recognize that if you truly loved and cared about the person you were having sex with that you wouldn’t share the details. It was a private matter.

He did think about it quite often though. He was a healthy teenage boy after all and if he had first hand material then he was going to use it. A boy as angry as Bakugou needed to get his frustrations out somehow, right? Plus Uraraka’s tits are perfect jack off material.

They stayed in the common area for a couple more hours, goofing around and talking seriously about their classes and heroics. Even if he didn’t want to say it, Bakugou was glad that he was allowed to join them again. Being alone just wasn’t what it used to be.

Going up to their rooms, Kirishima and Bakugou parted at their doors. However, Bakugou remained standing at his while Kirishima fumbled with his lock.

“Oi, Kirishima.” Bakugou was looking at his feet, almost ashamed that he was even addressing the redhead. Kirishima didn’t say anything but Bakugou felt beady crimson eyes on him.

“We could… you know… go to the gym sometime, if you want.”

A shit eating grin was evident in the way Kirishima spoke. “Is this your way of apologizing to me?”

Bakugou snarled and shoved open the door to his room. “Shut the fuck up. Take it or leave it, asshat.”

Kirishima laughed. “Yeah man, that’d be cool.”

Bakugou only huffed and slammed the door behind him as he entered his room. Kirishima’s high laugh filtered through the hallway and even once he was in his own room Bakugou could hear him. Bakugou threw himself onto his bed and pressed his face into the pillow, telling himself that his mild happiness of friendly hangs was not a sign of weakness but a strength. You were stronger with your peers, he had always been taught that. But it was hard to shake yourself out of a mentality you had built up your whole life.

Bakugou rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. His missed Uraraka even if he had seen her that morning. He missed having her here at school and hearing her friendly voice from the back of the classroom. He missed her smiling face from across the lunchroom or on the roof backlit with pinks and oranges. He missed things before they went to shit. It wasn’t really shit, it was Bakugou not knowing how to cope with change.

With a grunt, he flipped again and closed his eyes. He wondered if the nightmares would visit him again or if he would have a dreamless slumber. Only time would tell. He just knew that he would wake up feeling better than he had in the last few weeks thanks to rekindling his friendships and relationships. Oh how far a few slightly-kind words could go.

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chapter 15: week 35 pt 1

Mitsuki had shoved her credit card into Bakugou’s hand that morning and practically pushed the two of them out the door, advising them to go baby shopping. She had slammed the door in their stunned faces, only to open it again in order to tell them that they had a crib but everything else was fair game. Then she slammed it shut again. Uraraka and Bakugou had shared a look, dumbfounded, but it gave them much needed alone time. Even if they had to go shopping for baby items.

It had been about a few weeks since their rekindling and honestly, Uraraka was probably ten times happier. They still weren’t perfect; there was one moment where Bakugou had stormed off again but this time he came back soon after to apologize. They were working on it. They were slowly getting back to where they had been before the whole pregnancy thing interrupted them.

Uraraka was also glad that Bakugou was making just as much of an effort as she was to keeping things steady. He had made up with Kirishima and the others and he was actually coming home every Saturday afternoon to spend time with her. Uraraka had been so shocked when he started regularly came home.

“Who are you and what have you done to the Katsuki I know and love?” Uraraka teased one night. That had earned her a throw pillow gently to her face.

The one rule that had come up since Bakugou started being more hands on was that they weren’t allowed to share a room at night. Mitsuki had made that very clear. Bakugou had fought it, arguing that Uraraka was “already knocked up so what the hell did it matter if they slept in the same bed or not?”

Mitsuki barked back that it was something about feeling like a better parent. Bakugou of course had made some sort of snarky response againthat ended up with a smack to the back of the head. Uraraka was so frightened by the threat that she made sure she made her way back to her room before falling asleep. Bakugou would have let her stay the night, always ready to defy his mother’s rules. However the rule was slowly being ignored, Bakugou sneaking into Uraraka’s room on nights he was home.

The ride to the mall was uneventful, Uraraka leaning her head on Bakugou’s shoulder with his arm slung around her shoulders. It felt amazing to be out in public acting like a real couple. Going under the radar was really tiring when they could be so casual about everything. Holding hands or winding her arm around his waist was something that had only occurred in her thoughts when she stared out the window or at the back of Iida’s head in class.

Uraraka yearned to show Bakugou off in public, despite him looking like a delinquent. He still wore baggy pants and graphic tees with various skull designs on them. She had no idea where he had found so many different skull designs. At least his features softened when he was with her and he didn’t look like he would deck anybody who came within a five foot radius. Most of the time anyway. He was still Bakugou and he was ready to leap into action whenever the opportunity arose. Especially if somebody shoved into her already vulnerable state.

They got a few odd stares as they walked off the train still very much wrapped up in each other. His arm was still draped over her shoulders like a protective blanket and her arm was wound around his waist to keep from stumbling off balance. There was no doubt that some of the people they passed recognized them from the Sports Festival broadcast all over the country but neither cared. This was the first big outing Uraraka was having since she had started showing (and since Kaminari had saw her that one day in the supermarket). Her free hand rested cautiously on her bump as they walked by, slowed down by the weight of her belly.

“Do you think people are looking at us?” Uraraka asked him quietly, glancing up at him.

Bakugou had his eyes trained ahead of them and squeezed her shoulder. “Fuck em if they are. I don’t give a shit what they think.”

Uraraka bit her lip and smiled at the ground (some of it obscured by her large bump). She loved when Bakugou was on their side.

They made their way to the mall where they found the equivalent of the American Babies’R’Us. Bakugou leaned his arms on the handle of the cart, steering it this way and that while Uraraka walked beside him.

“What baby shit do we need?”

Uraraka glanced at him. “Um.”

She really had no idea. His mother had just pushed them out the door, quite literally, without helping them one bit. The couple blinked at each other for a moment before Bakugou huffed and pulled out his phone, searching up what kind of things they would need to buy.

“This is going to be fucking expensive.” Bakugou complained once they finally had things sorted out, walking down one of the aisles. Uraraka planned on breastfeeding but she had read (she had been doing a lot of research these past few months) that it was a good idea to pump and refrigerate the breast milk. They would need a pump too. The list just kept getting longer.

“At least we aren’t paying.” Uraraka mused as she placed two packs of bottles in the cart, four in each package. She felt immensely guilty that they were taking his parent’s money because they had none for themselves. It made her feel a little worse about their situation but knew Bakugou would scold her for thinking like this. His parents were doing this out of the kindness of their hearts, not because they had to (even though they kind of did). “Do you think that’s too many bottles?”

Bakugou gave her blank stare, looking from the bottles to her. “Ochako. I have no fucking clue about any of this shit.”

“Good point, good point.” Uraraka giggled and pat his shoulder, guiding him through the store. She dropped pacifiers, burping cloths, baby wipes, bibs, teething toys, formula, and other miscellaneous items into the cart. When they got to the breast pump Bakugou was almost bashful.

“The fuck is that?” He was eyeing it curiously but obviously didn’t want to show too much interest.

“It’s for sucking the milk out of me.” Uraraka explained simply and Bakugou watched her place it gently into the cart. “Since I can’t be expected to breastfeed at all hours of the day, especially when I go back to school.”

“Alright, let’s not talk about that.” Bakugou rushed to get off the topic and Uraraka smirked, finding another opportunity to poke fun at him.

“Aw, Katsuki, are you embarrassed about breastfeeding~?”

“Shut up! I don’t want other people around here to hear about that shit.”

Uraraka giggled. “Oh come on, it’s human nature! People make it sexual when it really doesn’t have to be.”

“Still!” Bakugou exclaimed and ducked his head when a few other customers looked over at him. “‘S embarrassin’...”

Uraraka rubbed his back and shook her head. “It’s fine. Come on, stop being a baby.” She led him over to the baby clothes. They should probably get some outfits, no doubt Bakugou’s father would be making them a few of his own since he was a fashion designer. It was hard to find gender neutral clothing but they ended up buying whites, greens, yellows, and reds. They steered away from blues and pinks even though colors should not define their child.

They were headed towards the checkout line (“ finally ” Bakugou groaned) when Uraraka stopped dead in her tracks. She was looking across at one of the ends of the aisle and saw a bunch of stuffed animals sitting there. Bakugou turned into one of the lines and when he went to speak to Uraraka she wasn’t standing next to him.

“Oi.” Bakugou called to her and she jumped a little, turning to looked at him.

“Katsuki.” She pointed to the stuffed animals.

“What? You want one?” Bakugou asked incredulously.

Uraraka nodded and pat her stomach. “For the baby.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows creased and then he sighed, defeated. He hadn’t said no to anything that trip. “Fine. Grab one. A couple hundred yen more won’t hurt.”

Uraraka’s grin rivaled the sun as she made her way towards the display. An array of stuffed friends was waiting for her and she was having a lot of trouble deciding. Should she get a dog? A cat? Were those too basic? They had lions and bears too. But those seemed too extreme. She scanned the stuffed animals until her eyes fell onto a smiling monkey, a chimp it seemed, and she knew that that was the one. She lifted it from where it was wedged between an owl and a crocodile and carried it over to Bakugou.

“Look, it kind of looks like you!” She pressed the monkey against his face and watched Bakugou’s face morph from disinterest to shock to disdain in a matter of seconds. He grabbed the monkey from her grip and slammed it onto the conveyor belt, face a bright shade of red.  Uraraka tried to contain her giggles and pressed a hand to her lips but in the end she couldn’t help the onslaught of ugly cackles that spilled out. She almost doubled over and was only kept upright when the baby kicked her in the ribs.

She was still laughing though, trying to stop it. Mixed with the kicks now (no doubt the baby was disturbed by all her laughing), she was becoming short of breath.

“You need to chill.” Bakugou advised as he placed everything else on the conveyor belt behind the woman currently being scanned.

“ You need to chill.” Uraraka snickered behind him and it earned her a glare. She was going to say something else when she felt another kick this time to her bladder and she gasped, gripping onto the cart handle.

Bakugou noticed the abrupt end to her laughter and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Oh my god,” was all Uraraka said.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “ What? ” He was a little more insistent now.

Uraraka stared at him in horror and then she began giggling again. She lowered her voice a little so it only reached him. “I just peed a little.”

Bakugou sucked in a huge breath through his nose, nostrils flaring, and he turned away from her stupidity. Her knees buckled under the weight of her trying to hold herself up and trying to stop the flow of urine that was inevitable at this point.

“You’re embarrassing.” Bakugou hissed to her as the cashier started ringing up their items, eyeing the couple curiously.

“Oh yeah, I’m so embarrassing, Lord of Explodo-Kills.” Uraraka sang and Bakugou glared at her, but now it was more playful than anything else.

“I will poke you in your weak spot if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

Uraraka gasped and stood up straight, straining to clench and keep the pee inside until she could find a bathroom. “You wouldn’t.”

Bakugou’s face split into a shit-eating grin. “Try me, princess.”

Uraraka eyed him, wanting to taunt him further but also wanting to hold out until she got to the bathroom. She knew if she provoked him he would definitely gun for her side and make her pee herself in the middle of the store, no shame. Bakugou would probably even point and laugh, though he would feel bad about it later. He would even help her clean up if it came to that.

“I don’t trust you.” Uraraka decided and Bakugou huffed a breath in triumph. Uraraka bounced from one foot to the other, watching the total amount of their items add up. It was almost making her nauseous watching the yen count grow and grow but she felt a little better (though slightly guilty) knowing that Mitsuki was paying for everything. Once more, Uraraka was extremely grateful that Mitsuki was even helping them in the first place. She could’ve been like her own parents, kicking her to the wind and making her fend for herself.

These thoughts made Uraraka realize that she hadn’t spoken to her parents in months when before this mess she would talk to them almost every day. Pressing the back of her hand to her lips, she swallowed the bile now rising in her throat. The combination of having to urinate and vomit was not pleasant and she did actually excuse herself to the bathroom this time. Bakugou watched her with concern in his eyes but he had to take care of their purchases before he could aid her.

Uraraka locked herself in a stall in the small bathroom and inhaled through her nose, exhaling deeply through parted lips. She was able to calm herself down as she did her business and the urge to puke died down, thankfully. It was a mix of anxiety and nervousness that made her feel this way.

Uraraka hated when these intrusive thoughts popped up out of nowhere. She was just trying to have a nice day with Bakugou, something that she hadn’t been able to do in months because he was a stubborn boy and she was too stubborn as well, and then her parents were going to ruin everything. The couple wasn’t even there; they hadn’t been a thought on her mind in quite some time now.

Hitting the nozzle on the sink, Uraraka splashed cold water on her face. She would get through this like she did everything else. There was no reason to let her parents ruin her day. A day that she was actually enjoying. Bakugou seemed to be his old self and that’s all she cared about in the current moment.

Exiting the bathroom, Uraraka found Bakugou placing the last of the bags into the cart. Another person was now getting rung up behind him and Uraraka pouted.

“How much was it?” Uraraka asked as Bakugou pushed the cart towards the door, Uraraka struggling to keep up with her swollen belly.

“Don’t worry about it.” Bakugou poked her side, her weak spot, and Uraraka yelped. Sticking her tongue out at him she lunged but didn’t make it very far considering the obstacle attached to her stomach. Before she could trip Bakugou caught her, snickering the whole while.

“Oh don’t be like that.” Uraraka knew that the blonde kept his wallet in his right pocket and went to swipe it from him but he slapped at her wrist before she got the chance. More pouting ensued.

“Don’t be like what?” Bakugou asked, a little bewildered.

Uraraka helped him pull the bags from the cart and they set off towards the train station again. “Don’t be a fake gentleman not letting the lady see the receipt.”

“You could’ve seen it if you hadn’t left, stupid.” Uraraka could tell that Bakugou was going to flick her in the forehead or the nose, but the bags weighed his arms down. It was actually quite considerate that he didn’t want to hit her in the face with bags filled with hard plastic.

“Hey! You’re the stupid one, stupid.” Her words held no malice.

“Oi.” Bakugou’s voice dropped and he gave her the side eye. “You wanna go again, princess? I won last time.”

A shiver tickled Uraraka’s spine as Bakugou called her princess. There was something about the way it rolled off his tongue that got her almost hot and bothered but also made her flush head to toe. She hadn’t pinned Bakugou as one for pet names but she liked it.

“You think you won?” Uraraka nudged him with her elbow, a grin spreading across her face.

“I always win.” Bakugou fired back, squeezing her shoulder. Uraraka only laughed at that and was glad that her bladder was empty because she was sure she would’ve peed herself by now.

On the train back with their baby items sitting by their sides, protectively looped in their arms, Uraraka leaned on Bakugou. Still slightly uneasy about the whole situation with her parents, she didn’t know what to do about it. Should she call them, should she leave them be? It could be worse if she called them. She had no interest in getting into an argument with the again, that would only cause unnecessary stress to her and the baby.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Bakugo whispered in her ear and Uraraka jolted, almost headbutting him. Good thing Bakugou had good reflexes or his nose would have been crushed.

“I’m fine.” Uraraka’s voice trembled, giving away the fact that she was lying. She thought she was over this lying phase of hers.

“You’re not.” Bakugou thumb at her hand. They had switched to holding hands when they got onto the train. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing.”

“ Ochako .”

Uraraka sighed. Bakugou was too keen. Sometimes it was annoying. But she did appreciate that he was trying to care for her again. Like a good boyfriend would.

“I just… my parents. I haven’t spoken to them in so long and I feel like I should at least call them, y’know?”

“Fuck that.” Bakugou scoffed. “They kicked you out because you got pregnant. Sure, that’s not what any parent wants for their kid at our age but you know what? They fucking deal with it like my annoying ass ‘rents are. That’s what good parents do. Then they go talk shit when we’re asleep or they’re alone.”

“My parents were good parents.” Uraraka defended weakly. They always made her smile despite being absent because of work.

“They could’ve been better if they actually supported you instead of making you deal with this on your own.”

“I mean, to be fair, you kind of did the same thing…”

Bakugou was silent aside from the grinding of his teeth. There was no denying that what Bakugou had just described was exactly what her parents had done to her. Although, Bakugou was still around he wasn’t hands on like his parents were. Mitsuki and Masaru had done more for her than Bakugou himself and he was the baby’s father.

At least he wasn’t denying the baby. But there was still time for that.

“Well.” Bakugou clicked his tongue and stared out the buildings zooming by. “I fucked up. I know I fucked up.”

He never crossed the threshold onto the side of “I’m sorry” but this was better than a couple of weeks ago when they had first made up.

“You’re here now, at least.” Uraraka squeezed his hand and moved closer to him, if possible. “More than my parents are.”

“Fuck em, honestly.” Bakugou repeated. “They aren’t worth your time. They’re going to miss out on us being the best fucking parents in the world and that’s their own damn fault.”

Uraraka was stunned to silence. This was the first time that Bakugou had referred to them as “us.” That us indicated that they were a family unit rather than two separate parts acting as parents. They were in this together.

Uraraka smiled to herself. “You’re right.”

She didn’t stop smiling for the remainder of the train ride and when they exited the train, they held onto each other. Bakugou was carrying most of the bags but he still made room to hold her hand as they walked down the street. He didn’t drag her along, going at her pace. He was making an effort and Uraraka felt bad for briefly doubting him. Everything Bakugou had done that day showed a new side to Bakugou, one that Uraraka wanted to lock in before he could take off again.

“This shit is heavy, why did we buy so much?” Bakugou complained as he fumbled with his keys. His mother had thrown them at him before she so kindly pushed them out the door.

Uraraka shrugged. “We needed it.”

Bakugou snorted. “We better at least fucking use it.”

He pushed the door open and they both squinted into the darkness of the home. It was only late afternoon and it shouldn’t be this dark in the room.

“I swear to god if the hag is doing some hipster shit again with blocking out the sun…” Bakugou dropped the bags and flipped the light on, sucking in a breath to yell for his mother.

However, he was beaten by a thunderous shout of “SURPRISE” and met with the seventeen faces (Mineta excluded) of Class 1-A. Most of them were beaming (Todoroki was void of emotion, per usual) and they were all gathered in his living room.

Uraraka’s hands flew to her mouth in shock, definitely not expecting this. She hadn’t been expecting this which was clearly part of the plan considering she hadn’t been a part of whatever the heck this was.

Unfortunately, Bakugou had to ruin it with his indignant growl of: “What the actual fuck is going on?”

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chapter 16: week 35 pt 2

“What the actual fuck is going on?”

Bakugou was seething, that much was obvious. Uraraka was just downright shocked. Their entire class, sans Mineta, was standing in Bakugou’s living room with beaming smiles on their faces. Uraraka had no idea if Bakugou was mad about that or the fact that their afternoon was interrupted by all these people. Though, it could have been a mixture of both. It was hard to tell with him.

“Katsuki…” Uraraka said quietly, touching his arm. Thankfully he didn’t rip away from her like he would anybody else.

Kirishima’s face came into view, a smile splitting his lips apart and shark teeth fully on display. “I know it’s kind of uncommon, but we’re throwing you a baby shower!”

“What the fuck.” Bakugou deadpanned again.

Uraraka’s eyes instantly filled with tears. A baby shower? It was kind of American and definitely uncommon in Japan to have a baby shower before the baby was born. But when she noticed there were no gifts from her peers she felt a little bit better. She didn’t want them to spend their money on them, especially since they were only sixteen or seventeen and didn’t have much money in the first place.

“That’s so sweet.” Uraraka sniffed and wiped at her eyes.

“Oh, don’t cry hun.” Tsuyu came over and gave Uraraka a hug, the other girls coming over to crowd her and pat her on the back. Mina was still so adamant about touching her stomach and Uraraka let her as she tried to stop the leaking from her eyes. She hadn’t given her body permission to cry and she didn’t know why it was happening. Hormones were to be blamed.

“Midoriya suggested it.” Kirishima was explaining to Bakugou and the blonde fixed blood red eyes on the green haired boy who was now cowering slightly behind Todoroki.

“Oh yeah? The damn nerd suggested all this? You think it’s okay to throw parties in another person’s house, fuckwad?” Bakugou pushed his sleeve up and balled his wrist, getting ready to swing but his mother caught it at the right time, squeezing her fingers around it. Bakugou hissed in pain and Uraraka knew there was no saving him from that.

“Oi, brat, why can’t you accept the nice gestures your friends do for you, huh?” She asked, bending down a little to get on his level. Of course Kaminari and Sero blushed as they got a look down her top and looked away despite wanting to see Bakugou get scolded.

“He’s not my friend .” Bakugou growled.

Mitsuki raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Because I have tons of pictures of you and Izuku playing together when you were in diapers. You two had lots of fun in the bath together.”

Bakugou turned red as the boys snickered. Midoriya was less than pleased too and he wasn’t even the one getting scolded.

“I would love to see those pictures.” Uraraka declared, realizing she had never gotten to see Bakugou’s baby pictures even though she had been staying at his home for however many months now.

“Baby picture viewing party!” Hagakure cheered and the entire class cheered back. It was decided then.

Bakugou viciously tried to hide the photo albums and Uraraka used that as a distraction to slip over to her closest friends. Midoriya tried not to stare at her stomach too long but was obviously tormented over where to drag his eyes. He couldn’t look at her face so he took to directing his words to the ceiling.

“H-Hey Uraraka-san.” He mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You look very good.” Todoroki said politely and Uraraka smiled at him, pink dusting across her cheeks again.

“Thank you, Todoroki-kun.” She turned to Deku then and smiled. “Thank you for organizing this, I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

“W-Well it wasn’t that big a deal!” Deku announced a little too loudly. “When I was here last time, um… I mentioned it to Bakugou-san and she really liked the idea and it was easy to get the class to cooperate and keep it a secret from Kacchan….”

Uraraka smiled. “Well you sure did surprise me! I’m really glad you’re all here. It gets kind of lonely…” She did miss her peers during the week when Bakugou couldn’t be there because he was at school with all of them. She missed the 1-A shenanigans and she missed the dorm life. She missed being able to hang out in the lounge with the girl and talk about anything and nothing.

Being pregnant was something special, but it was costing her her friends and her social life. It was the only thing she regretted about the whole thing.

Uraraka didn’t want to think about that right now though. Her friends were here , they had come to her and threw her a celebratory party. Because she was pregnant. And they supported her. This was more than her parents had done for her her entire pregnancy.

It all came full circle to her parents.

“Uraraka-san?” Iida placed a boxy hand on her shoulder and she jerked away from him, blinking big, chocolate eyes. “Are you alright? You seem in distress.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” She nodded and met Bakugou’s eyes across the room. He was staring at her despite Kirishima and Kaminari crowding and pestering him.

She wasn’t fine. But again, she wasn’t going to let her parents ruin everything. This was supposed to be a fun time. Bakugou’s parents and her friends were throwing her a party. A baby shower. She had to keep her head in it.

“I… I really appreciate you all coming here and doing this.” Uraraka announced to her class and smiled sweetly at them. Her smile was so infectious that they all lit up.

“‘Course!” Kirishima said, slinging an arm around Bakugou’s shoulder. “We want you two to know that we’re excited for you!”

“If you guys need anything, please let us know.” Momo spoke softly and her hands were clasped at her chest. “I would be willing to make you whatever you need to save money.”

Uraraka recalled months ago when she had forced Momo to make her a pregnancy test. She didn’t deserve this kindness from her but they were far past that. They had made up over the summer and Uraraka had nothing to worry about. Momo wasn’t going to sabotage her.

“Thank you…” Uraraka sniffed and covered her mouth. Oh no, she was going to cry. It was the hormones again coming back to bite her in the ass. She didn’t want to cry but the tears were already flowing and a dozen hands descended upon her to comfort her.

A voice parted the sea of hands and they all lifted.

“Oi, don’t touch her.” Bakugou said in a monotone and he wrapped an arm around Uraraka, glaring at everybody around the room.

“Aw, Papa Bear.” Kaminari pretended to swoon and leaned against Sero, both of them pressing the backs of their hands to their foreheads.

Bakugou snarled and his arm tightened around Uraraka, his other palm lifting and sparking. “Do you wanna fucking die, Pikachu?”

Kaminari immediately straightened and brushed off his close. “Um, no thanks.”

Mitsuki came over and tugged on Bakugou’s ear. “You’re not supposed to use your quirk outside of school, brat. You wanna be grounded?”

Uraraka knew by now that Mitsuki was trying to humiliate Bakugou in front of their class and it was working considering how Bakugou turned bright red. “You can’t fucking ground me!”

Mitsuki’s face split from ear to ear. “Oh yeah? You think you’re so special now that you’re gonna be a daddy? Don’t forget that I still have authority over you.”

“In your damn dreams, hag!” Bakugou shouted in her face and Mitsuki twisted his ear a bit, causing the blonde boy to hiss in pain.

“Keep it up Katsuki or everybody in this room will see your baby pictures of you and Izuku in the bath together, amongst other things. I hear baby pictures are a hot commodity these days.”

Kirishima looked particularly interested, his metaphorical tail wagging behind him. Mina’s too. The whole class really was looking at Mitsuki expectantly.

Bakugou wrenched out of her grip and was about to shout something back when Masaru made his appearance, gentle placing his palm over his son’s mouth to muffle the shouting. “Now, now dear let’s just let the kids have their meals. Katsuki, no explosions in the house and no shouting at your mother.”

Bakugou didn’t even put up a fight this time, saving himself from further embarrassment by sagging in his father’s grip and casting fiery eyes to the side. The class cheered about the food, knowing that Bakugou must have learned his cooking skills somewhere and descended upon the feast laid out upon the table. There was a giant cake to be frosted as well on the counter but Mitsuki was letting it cool beforehand.

For the majority of the party Uraraka’s attention was captured by Midoriya and Iida, with multiple interjections from Mina and Tsuyu. Mina was still extremely fascinated with her pregnancy and asked tons of personal questions  just like she had last time, to which Midoriya and Iida were embarrassed. Uraraka was beyond that point and answered most of her questions.

“You can… Feel it moving like… all the time?” Midoriya asked meekly and Bakugou stared intensely from across the room. He still hated Deku and resented that Uraraka was friendly with him. But as usual there was nothing he could do about it because there was no way that Uraraka was going to let her best friend go.

Midoriya was the first friend she made at UA and she would be damned if she let him go just because of his rivalry with Bakugou.

“Not all the time,” Uraraka grinned. “But a lot of the time. They kick a lot. It’s kind of uncomfortable, especially when I’m trying to sleep.” She poked at her stomach and felt a little kick in response. It made her warm inside to know that her baby was already responding to her. There were nights where she would sit in bed and talk to her belly, as that was the only thing she could confide in. She was close with Masaru and Mitsuki but she didn’t think she could pour all her qualms out to them.

“You don’t know if you’re having a boy or a girl?” Tsuyu asked, tilting her head to the side and putting her finger to her lips as she always did.

Uraraka shook her head, wisps of hair tickling her chin. “Nope! I wanted it to be a surprise. Besides, the gender isn’t really important to me. I know I’m going to love them all the same.”

“That’s so precious.” Momo pressed her hand to her lips and her eyes shone under the light. She had inched towards the group along with Todoroki and a couple of others who were done harassing Bakugou. The usual suspects were still near him though.

Uraraka watched, in the blink of an eye, how Todoroki placed his hand on the small of Momo’s back and how the girl reddened at the touch. The caress was brief though and his hand was back at his side, making her wonder if she had imagined it all.

“I guess.” Uraraka finally responded and pat her stomach. “I’m sure either way it’ll look just like Ka- I mean, Bakugou-kun.” It was her turn to flush as she slipped up calling Bakugou by his given name. She knew he would be teased and that she would be let off the hook.

“Kacchan has very dominant genes.” Midoriya said matter of factly and Bakugou growled from across the living room.

“He does get most things from me.” Mitsuki butted in and then hugged her son, giving him a noogie on the head. Bakugou just succumbed to her displays of affection, knowing it was no use to argue at this point.

The group was finally allowed to have the cake and they all commented on how moist and delicious it was. Uraraka practically inhaled her piece and was licking her lips when everybody else was only halfway through. Thankfully nobody pointed it out.

“So,” Iida stood and commanded everyone’s attention, “we all collectively came together and got you two a present.”

Uraraka’s eyes widened and she began her waving her hand embarrassed. “Oh, you guys, you didn’t have to get us anything!” She felt a little bad that they all had spent their money on her and Bakugou’s unborn child.

“Hush.” Mina waved her off.

“We wanted to do something special!” Kirishima announced and Kouda pulled out a large bag that neither Bakugou nor Uraraka knew he was hiding.

He anxiously handed it over to Uraraka and then took his seat back on the floor.

“You guys….” Uraraka started peeling off the tissue paper and slowly pulled out a yarn-woven blanket. She was not paying attention to Kirishima discreetly shoving a box of condoms into Bakugou’s hands. Bakugou was too shocked to react, and he was too focused on the blanket Uraraka was holding.

The blanket was clearly custom made because it had almost all of their hero names woven into it (again, Mineta was excluded from this). Uraraka looked through all of the names and all of the symbols to represent them: A frog for Tsuyu, a lightning bolt for Kaminari, a flame and icicle for Todoroki. There was even All Might’s signature smile and a sleeping bag for Aizawa. And at the very end with a heart in between was Uravity and Ground Zero (Bakugou had finally settled on a hero name that was appropriate for the media). An explosion was above Bakugou’s name and a pink bubble was above Uraraka’s name.

“This is so cute.” Uraraka sniffed and she wiped away invisible tears. Iida pat her shoulder.

“This is fucking lame.” Bakugou said weakly but he was looking on in awe, hiding the condoms behind his back.

“Shut up.” Uraraka said quickly and then hugged the blanket to her chest. “Thank you guys, for all of this. I… I really missed all of you and for you to come together and plan to surprise us… It makes me happy to be a part of our class.”

She descended into quiet sobs and everybody hugged her. It took a little while to calm her down and when she finally was everybody started to filter out of the Bakugou home. The only ones who were left were Midoriya and Iida. They were helping clean up; well, it was mostly Iida. Midoriya was loitering awkwardly, looking nervously to Uraraka.

“U-Um…” Midoriya bowed and handed a box to Uraraka. “Here!”

Uraraka frowned. “Deku-kun, you didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to!” He squeaked and gazed at her until she opened the box. With a sigh she unwrapped it, pulling the top off. She pulled out an All Might onesie and suppressed a giggle. Honestly she expected nothing less from Midoriya.

“Thank you. I love it. I’m sure the baby will too.” She hugged him as best as she could and Midoriya all but died. He said some parting words before rushing out of the house, Iida bowing deeply before following after him.

“What did the snot brain what?” Bakugou asked from behind her.

Uraraka elbowed him in the ribs. “Be nice to him.” She lifted the All Might onesie. “Isn’t this cute? I know you like it.”

“... it’s alright.” Bakugou looked away but pulled her onto the couch with him.

“This was fun, right?” Uraraka asked and glanced over at him.

“Mm.” Bakugou lifted the blanket. “I guess this is okay.”

Uraraka laughed and leaned against him. “I wish my parents could’ve been here… I know what you’re going to say but. I miss them. I like to think that they care about me still.”

Bakugou was quiet for a long time, looking at all the different patches on the yarn.

“You should give them a call if you think it’s necessary. I’m not gonna stop ya.” He looked at her and Uraraka shared his stare. She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“I think I will. Later though. I have a question for you.” She tucked her legs under herself, “What do you want to name the baby?”

“Something badass.” Bakugou responded immediately.

“What, like Lord of Explosion Murders?” Uraraka teased.

Bakugou was being completely serious however. “Uh, yeah.”

Uraraka shook her head. “Kat-su-ki.”

“I don’t care what you name it.” Bakugou said, effectively taking himself out of the picture. “I don’t think I should really get the choice. Whatever name you pick will be fine.”

“So I could name it King or Queen of Gravity and that would be okay?” Uraraka smiled cheekily and Bakugou poked her side, the same weak spot he had poked her in earlier in the day.

“Oh no, then we’d have to compromise.”

Uraraka laughed and leaned back into the cushions of the couch. They stayed there for a few hours, talking and watching television, eventually being joined by Mitsuki and Masaru. It was comfortable and Uraraka felt like a real family with them for once. She felt like she belonged. But she couldn’t shake the thought of her parents and how much she missed them.

Finally, after dwelling on it for so long, she excused herself and pulled her phone from her pocket. She had her parents numbers saved and hadn’t even thought about deleting them. Her father had seemed a little more rational the day they… abandoned her.

It rang three times before the call connected but there was dead silence on the other line. The only sound was breathing, indicating that there was somebody else there.

Uraraka sucked in a deep breath. “Daddy? It’s Ochako…”