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“Baby project?!” The class shouted at Mr. Aizawa’s announcement.
“That’s why we’ve been learning about child care in so much detail?!” Kaminari asked.
“The support department has made hyper realistic fake babies for you and a partner to take care of for two weeks.” Aizawa explained.
“Two weeks?!” I shouted from the back of the class.
“Yes, this project will last two weeks. Those of you working internships will put those on hold until the project is over. You will draw for your partners.” Aizawa said, pulling out a bucket and handing it to Tooru. “Hagakure, you’ll draw first. Go sit with with your partner once you have one.” He glared at us, eyes going red and hair floating. “No trading partners. Understood?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Pick up your babies before you go back to the dorms. You’ll bring them with you to class everyday. The support department will explain how they work.”
“Yay!” Hagakure, who apparently had infinite luck, drew Ojiro. She passed the bucket to Bakugo as she skipped over to his desk.
“Fucking damnit...” Bakugo mumbled, very loudly, after he drew and nearly threw the bucket at Deku. He glared directly at me and I threw my head back, thumping my fist on my desk.
“Are you kidding me?!” I said as he practically stomped to my desk.
“I don’t like this any better than you do, round face.” He grumbled. Soon, everyone was sitting next to their partners.
“Every group needs to fill out a form. The form explains the extra credit and how you’ll be graded. You and your partner need to determine if you’ll be doing it or not. After that, line up in the front of the class to turn in your paper.”
“‘Fake wedding ceremony’, ‘twins’, ‘living together,’ need Aizawa’s permission for that one, apparently ‘wearing baby bump pre child care.’ What kind of extra credit is this?” Bakugo mumbled.
‘I instantly regret my deal with myself...’ I thought.
“Slight issue,” I say, looking away. “At the beginning of the term I made a deal with myself to take every change to boost my grade. Which means doing all extra credit...”
“Good to know we both care about shit like that. I made the same deal with myself, just cause I’m not a little bitch...” Bakugo mumbled, marking every single box in with his pen. I gulped.
“Looks like he’s grading us based on a ‘realistic experience,’ that’s why the extra credit is so nicey-nice.” Bakugo mumbled.
“Realistic? Like, married couple having kids happily living together getting ready?”
“Yeah, sounds pretty fucking realistic to me. Can still have kids without all that shit, though.”
“In that case, shouldn’t you stop calling me round-“
“In your dreams, pink cheeks.”
“I figured, no harm in trying, right?”
“Tch. Let’s just finish filling this fucking form.”
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“You guys really are going for it, huh?” Mr. Aizawa said. He took the paper from them and pulled out two boxes. “Okay everyone, listen up, I’m only explaining this once. For the baby bump extra credit, there are two types. One is just the added half weight of a seven month belly, but the other, like the babies, make it a hyper realistic experience. You’ll feel nausea, weight, pressure, heat, and movement of a seven month pregnancy. Wearing the realistic one will give you 1 point more than the other. They both record things, like the babies do, so you could take care of yourself like an actual pregnant person would. You only have to wear them until tomorrow morning, and Recovery Girl is the only person who can take it off. You would get them off up to an hour before classes start tomorrow.”
“That second one, then.” I said. I’m not scared of a challenge!
“Way to go, Ochaco-Chan!” Mina cheered for me in support.
“So manly.” I heard Kirishima-Kun comment.
“Since you’re also doing the marriage ceremony, you’ll do that tomorrow at the beginning of class tomorrow. Do whatever would happen at an actual wedding.” Aizawa said, shoving a box at me. “You’ll get your baby after that and then come back to class. Take this box to recovery girl, she’ll help you put it on.
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“I’m glad Aizawa’s doing this,” Recovery girl said after explaining how the bump worked. “Some if you kids need to learn some responsibility. Anyways, I’ll put it on you. Leave your entire uniform, I'll get you one that will fit.”
“Okay! Thank you!” I said, unbuttoning my shirt. She grabbed the fake bump out of the box and stood on a stool to put it on me. Once all the straps were on tight, she stuck some sticky patches and attached them to wires from the bump. The patches were behind my ears and they would, apparently, enable the reactions that hormones usually did during pregnancy.
“Okay, everything feel fine?” She asked, handing me a new shirt and skirt.
“Yep! Perfect, thank you!” I smiled, putting the them on.
“Good, now go bother your fiancé and make him help you with your shoes when you leave!” I blushed at the thought of her calling Bakugo my fiancé, but bowed to her the best I could, grabbed my backpack, and left. Bakugo was leaning on the wall in the hallway, eyes down, when I walked out.
“All done!” I said, grabbing his attention. His eyes went wide when he saw the bump.
“Holy shit, it looks so real.” He said, unmoving. “What’s it feel like?”
“It’s warm, which is weird.” I said. “And heavy, but the nausea isn’t too bad.”
“Cause you’re always throwing up anyway.” He grumbled, looking away and moving off the wall. “Come on, we gotta ask about the living together thing.”
“R-Right.” I mumbled, blushing again as I followed. What I didn’t expect was for Bakugo to grab my backpack for me. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed it off my arm as I tried to put it on. I was confused before I remembered that Mr. Aizawa said the bump was recording what we were doing, which was vague and could mean many things. It was all about our grade.
“Which one’s yours?” He asked at the lockers that had our shoes.
“Oh, that one.” I pointed at the locker at the bottom of the rows. He got down to his knees and grabbed the shoes out.
“Left foot, round face.” I put a hand on his shoulder to balance myself as he took my shoe off and put the other one on.
“Awe, that’s so cute!” A voice said as Bakugo finished putting on my right shoe. We both turned to see Kendo from Class 1B. Her eyes went wide as they trailed down to my stomach. “Woah, you’re pregnant?!”
“It’s extra credit for the baby project.” I explained quickly, smiling at her.
“Baby project? I’ve always wanted to do one of those!” Kendo exclaimed.
“You guys aren’t doing this shit?” Bakugo asked as he changed his own shoes.
“No, actually. I’ll have to ask Mr. Sekijiro about it. Anyways, good luck!” Kendo smiled, opening her locker. I waved as we left. I waddled behind Bakugo, slower than I usually was.
“Can we stop for a minute?” I asked halfway to the dorms. He stopped and I grabbed onto his arm as I stumbled a little.
“The fuck’s wrong?” He asked.
“Tired.” I mumbled. “This thing’s really heavy.”
“Tch. I thought you were tougher than this, round face.” He grumbled. Before I could respond, I was suddenly being lifted.
“Woah, Bakugo-Kun!” I exclaimed, turning red. “What are you doing?”
“‘S not THAT heavy.” He commented.
“Try wearing it on your stomach and feeling the strain on your shoulders and back! It’s like a backpack, only in the front and it’s four pounds!” I argued, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. If he dropped me, I was taking him down with me.
“Whatever.” We were silent the rest of the way to the dorms. He put me down, but not before people saw us.
“Awe! Bakugo, that’s so manly of you, carrying her cause she has a pregnancy belly!” Kirishima commented.
“Real cute, too!” Mina winked. I blushed.
“Say that again, I’ll fucking kill you.” Bakugo said, equally as pink, before putting me down and changing my shoes again.
“Also, it’s really manly of you to choose the working bump!” Kirishima said to me as Bakugo put his own slippers on. “I couldn’t do that!”
“I’ve only been wearing it fifteen minutes and I’m already so tired.” I commented. “I gotta do homework, though. I don’t get how women can actually do this for nine months!”
“Let’s go ask about the living together thing first.” Bakugo mumbled.
“Right!” I said, turning pinker. I haven’t directly lived with a boy in years, and even then, it was my dad. How was this going to work?