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Don't get him wrong, Katsuki doesn't mind spending time with his friends idiots. However, the moment his phone signals a new message, it takes less than a second for him to open the notification.
“Kacchan! We need to have a very serious talk... Please promise you won't break up with me after this? Please?”
It's clear as day to Katsuki that all these messages from Izuku were typed under the influence of a large amount of alcohol. In his opinion, too much. The only thing he hates more than his own hangover after a good night out is Izuku's hangover, which is sure to await him tomorrow...
“I'm leaving, see you later,” without wasting time on explanations or a proper goodbye, Katsuki gets up from the floor in Kaminari's living room and heads for the front door in search of his shoes among a dozen other pairs.
Somewhere behind him, he hears Sero's unmistakably annoying voice, “Hey, dude, ditching your gang in the middle of a party like that goes against every code of brohood!
Katsuki obviously doesn't react to his words at all, but hears Kirishima reply, "Leave him alone, for this guy, any code goes out the window when it comes to his little cupid. And I'll tell you this — there's nothing more manly than putting your significant other above everyone else!"
“Ha, you're talking nonsense, dude,” Sero exclaims so loudly that his voice can be heard all the way to the front door. “I always prioritize hanging out with you dudes.
“Yeah, that’s why no one can stand to date you for more than three months,” Jirou snorts into her glass of cola mixed with vodka.
The noise of laughter and objections dies down behind Katsuki as he closes the door behind him and heads toward his apartment at breakneck speed.
While Katsuki agreed to meet at Kaminari's house, Izuku organized a quiet get-together with his own group of friends in their apartment at the same time. Izuku's mates are usually much calmer than his own crew, but the very fact that he received those messages makes Katsuki prepare himself for the worst. God, please don't let there be strippers dancing on his coffee table...
The man grimaces in disgust at the sight of several extra pairs of shoes in the hallway, slams the door shut, and shouts, “I'm home!”
The muffled music in the living room continues, but the voices are drowned out by a distinct yell, followed by the sound of footsteps on the floor, and Izuku instantly appears in the doorway in front of Katsuki. With a loud “Kacchan!” he doesn't stop there and throws himself into his boyfriend's arms as if they had been separated for at least three years, not three hours.
“Here I am,” Katsuki replies calmly and soberly, catching the solid, warm body with his arms, pressing it to his chest, and burying his nose in the curly hair. Even though his brain understood that all the anxiety and urgency in the message were caused solely by the alcohol in Izuku's blood, he still breathed a sigh of relief, hugging his boyfriend and feeling him safe and happy in his arms.
Well, almost happy, because when Izuku breaks away from his lover's chest, his agitated eyes look at him with fear, and his curved lips tremble slightly. “I missed you,” he says in a quiet voice.
“Me too,” Katsuki replies sincerely as he takes off his shoes and moves toward the living room, Izuku following behind him.
His huge sofa is occupied by several people who, in his opinion, only spoil the overall interior of the room. However, he holds back from commenting, knowing how difficult and important it was for Izuku to bring everyone together and organize their little party. The boy himself hugs him tightly by the arm and has no intention of moving a single inch, leaning his weight on Katsuki.
His crimson eyes quickly scan the room, briefly nodding in greeting to the girls and boys, checking that everyone is okay. “So... what was it you wanted to tell me?” he asks Izuku calmly, tilting his head toward him.
Bright green eyes look back up at him with the expression of a kitten from a shelter begging you to take it home and love it for the rest of its life. “You promise you won't get angry...?”
“Why would I be angry?” Katsuki points his chin toward the dresser by the wall, “My plasma TV and game consoles look untouched, and I don't smell smoke coming from the kitchen, so I don't see any reason...”
“I'm pregnant!” Izuku interrupts him sharply and loudly.
Katsuki's gaze instantly returns to the man, watching as he closes his eyes tightly and presses his forehead against his shoulder, hiding a face reddened by alcohol and emotions. His fingers unconsciously clench with the urge to bury them in the unruly curls on the man's head.
But the meaning of the words slowly sinks into Katsuki's head, noticing that no one in the room is saying a word, afraid to even breathe loudly.
“Haha,” Katsuki finally breaks the silence without a hint of humor. “No, you’re not."
“Yes, I am!” Instead of shame and fear, Izuku’s voice is now filled with determination and stubbornness. “You can't know better than me what's going on with my body, Kacchan!”
“Listen, that doesn't change the fact that we both have the same body composition and reproductive organs…”
“Yes, and that's why we both know that your damn dick produces a large amount of semen that has a strong desire to impregnate someone with your offspring! So what's wrong with me being impregnated by you now, huh?”
This burst of anger causes Izuku to finally break away from Katsuki and take a few steps to the side, putting his hands on his hips in the confident stance of a man who truly believes in his words.
A muffled laugh reaches Katsuki's ears, followed by another, and out of the corner of his eye, he notices Shinsou and Uraraka covering their mouths with their hands and bending over, trying to hold back their laughter. Great, now he's become the main actor in this comedy show for Deku's stupid friends.
“Listen, Izuku...”
“Nah huh," Izuku's chest puffs out as he takes a deep breath and tries to appear taller than Katsuki. “If you don't want this baby and me with this baby, then you have to say so right now so that we can get this over with, so don't try to gaslight me and convince me that I'm delusional and don't know what the consequences of unprotected sex can be!”
Katsuki rubs his face wearily with his palm, presses his fingers to his eyes, and exhales, giving Izuku space to express everything he has on his mind. He should know better than to interrupt his boyfriend when his thoughts are fixed on something, and adding alcohol to the mix only solidified everything with steel chains that will now serve as Katsuki's manacles until the alcohol wears off his beloved, but sometimes impossibly crazy partner.
“You seem to be the older one in this relationship, but it feels like I'm the only sane adult in this house!” Izuku continues confidently. "And maybe I should have thought about birth control earlier, but you should have understood all the possible consequences of sticking your dick in me, Katsuki. If you were capable of impregnating me with your seed, then you should also be capable of taking responsibility for this baby!"
Oh, now it's the formal name, along with detailed descriptions of their sex life in front of a bunch of people. Great.
However, just as quickly as the anger had taken hold of Izuku, it evaporated from him, causing his broad shoulders to drop heavily as he took a step towards Katsuki and took his hand.
“My love, my darling,” oh damn, Katsuki can hear the notes in his voice that signal the approach of tears. “I understand that this may be unexpected and scary… I’m scared too, I’m so damn scared, but I don’t let fear consume me. Do you know why?"
Katsuki cautiously looks into Izuku's wet eyes. “Hmm?” he responds briefly, so as not to provoke another violent outburst.
“Because it's you,” Izuku's voice drops to a whisper. “If it's you, then it's okay. Because you're Kacchan, you've always been Kacchan, my Kacchan. I... I never expected this to happen to us, but I'm glad it's you, and I'll be happy for the rest of my life if I'm destined to have your baby.
With these words, the first sparkling tear falls from Izuku's eyes and quickly rolls down to his chin, and at that moment, Katsuki loses all his inner strength, having no choice but to give in and once again embrace Izuku by the shoulders and pull him close.
The drunk guy obediently leans his whole body against him and relaxes under his arms, while Katsuki whispers in his ear, “I think we should discuss this in private, okay?” He urgently needs to disappear into the comfort of his bedroom so he doesn't feel a dozen pairs of eyes on the back of his neck, waiting for the moment when he breaks down and explodes, revealing his famous temper.
He didn't sign up to be the local clown. Not even for Izuku.
When he gives a brief nod over his shoulder, Katsuki carefully leads him toward the bedroom, picking up a bottle of water on the way. Following his instructions, Izuku sits on the edge of the bed behind the closed door and takes a few sips from the bottle, sighing heavily.
After a moment of silence between them, Katsuki finally speaks, choosing his words carefully and playing along with Izuku, “So... how did you find out?” Most of the time, even hundreds of scientists couldn't explain everything that was going on in Izuku Midoriya's head, but every day spent with him was a new challenge for Katsuki Bakugo as he tried to piece together the puzzle and find all the connections between one conclusion to another.
For example, how the hell did his adult and completely cisgender boyfriend manage to convince himself in just a couple of hours that he must be pregnant?
"It started with... ah, Yaomomo was talking about her colleague and how the whole office is convinced that she is hiding her pregnancy. Like, oh, she doesn't drink coffee anymore, she started wearing different clothes, she stopped eating lunch and has an unhealthy color to her face, like she's sick... So Ochako found a list of the main signs that someone is pregnant, and... and..."
Izuku lowers his head and hides his face in his hands, as if ready to cry. But Katsuki rushes to cover his back with the palm of his hand and gently strokes the guy along his spine, feeling every spine under the thin fabric of the T-shirt.
“And what happened?” he prompts him to continue, not allowing him to break down in tears.
“And I realized that I also have most of the symptoms, Kacchan!” A couple more tears roll down Izuku’s cheeks as he turns to face Katsuki, clasping his hands between his knees.
“Did you... have a test or something, honey?" Katsuki makes a titanic effort not to reveal how much his own words make him cringe. Damn fucking hell, the image of Izuku peeing on a pregnancy test evoked the same horror in him as some art house movies.
“I didn't have time! All the pharmacies on our street are already closed, but I'll go get a test first thing in the morning, I promise!” The curls on the boy's head bounce as he abruptly raises his head and leans closer to Katsuki's face. "You'll come with me, right? You'll be with me when I do it? I want us to share this moment!" His arms fly up and hug Katsuki around the neck, and Izuku's head rests on his shoulder as he exhales with relief. “Ah, Kacchan, I'm so glad it's you... You'll be such a good baby daddy.
Yeah, no shit, Katsuki thinks to himself. Hell, he's been gay for as long as he can remember and has never even toyed with the idea of ever getting anywhere near a baby. Despite understanding that it was all impossible and that he was not in danger of becoming a young father due to an unplanned pregnancy and getting married on the spur of the moment until his partner's belly started to grow, Katsuki's heart still skipped a beat.
“Of course, of course,” he said without enthusiasm, to Izuku's relief, still patting him on the back. "But let's get back to the symptoms? What exactly convinced you that you... are carrying a child?"
“Oh,” Izuku's head rises again and he looks at the ceiling, searching for the right words. "I think the first thing that struck me as strange was the breast sensitivity? That's one of the first signs, the nipples become more sensitive and the breasts enlarge," he says it all in such a calm tone, as if the words don't provoke a healthy dose of skepticism in him.
The thing is, Izuku's nipples have always been sensitive, and his breasts fit so perfectly in his large palms... Katsuki knew this better than anyone, having used his boyfriend's sensitivity for foreplay and overstimulation countless times.
“Yeah,” he says briefly instead of arguing and voicing his thoughts.
“And you know I've been drinking a lot of coffee since my college days, but in the last couple of weeks, I've stopped liking coffee altogether! And increased sensitivity of smell and taste buds, all that's on the list too, Kacchan! Shouldn't I have thought about this earlier?”
Katsuki, with his rapid information processing, instantly makes the connection between sensitive taste buds and changes in Izuku's diet. Due to his new training program, he had cut out several food additives, making his meals less flavorful, and it seemed perfectly logical that his receptors would respond more sharply to strong flavors and smells, such as coffee. So, for the past few weeks, Izuku had been switching to tea time.
He nods and Izuku continues, “And then there's the increased urination! Damn, I'm tired of having to run to the bathroom every other hour, and it's worn me out this week! They always say how a baby in the womb presses on the bladder, but is it supposed to start so soon?!”
Katsuki tries not to laugh at Izuku's raised and panicked tone, mixed with how charmingly his drunken tongue trips and loses the syllables in some words. His cheeks seem to redden even more, whether from the alcohol or talking about his bladder, or perhaps both.
But that doesn't change the fact that Katsuki's answer is obvious — green tea. Izuku replaced coffee with green tea and started drinking more water because of training, and it was so obvious that it would affect his urination, but Katsuki was very surprised that the guy with his genius brain had not yet come to this conclusion on his own.
However, it seems that the alcohol in his system is holding all his brain cells hostage, refusing to negotiate.
“And then... damn, I didn't want to think about it...”
“Hmm?” Katsuki stops his hand at the base of his neck, gently squeezing and burying his fingers in the soft hair. “You can tell me anything, baby,” he uses the softest of his voices, hoping that it will not only allow Izuku to speak without shame, but also push him into much-needed sleep. And in the morning, all this madness will finally end.
“I... remember I refused to wear your favorite jeans yesterday and said I wanted to wear something else?”
Yes, they were going on their weekly little date with burgers and milkshakes, and Katsuki suggested he wear his best jeans, which hugged his ass and thighs in the sexiest way possible. However, Izuku shyly refused, muttering some excuse about why he wanted to wear something else. Katsuki took this as a sign that Izuku wasn't in the mood for their sexual games and possible sex afterwards, but he didn't really care — they were long past the stage in their relationship where every moment together fired them up.
“Yes? And what about it?” He raised his eyebrow questioningly, not understanding the connection.
“Um, the thing is... I think I'm starting to get bigger with this baby, and these jeans just don't fit me anymore,” Izuku lowered his eyes to his knees, not wanting to look his boyfriend in the eye. “They're your favorites, and I'm so scared that I no longer fit the figure you consider ideal...”
Now it makes Katsuki's heart ache because of the wave of pain he feels from Izuku. Hell yeah, Katsuki Bakugo easily loses his mind just from the sight of his lover's ass and thighs, it's a well-known fact, and he never held back in making Izuku feel desired and sexy. However, that was never the only thing his love was based on. Hell, he fell in love with Izuku back when he could barely lift his shopping bags and his ass was more bone than flesh. Now he saw it as an incredible bonus, a reward for how well he took care of his lover, rather than something that kept him in the relationship.
What if Izuku's ass and thighs became even meatier, softer, wider? Oh, bury him between those legs because he's the happiest man in the universe.
“Oh, baby,” Katsuki slowly but purposefully places his hand on Izuku's thigh. The muscles under his fingers tense, but he slowly massages the soft part of the boy's body with his palm. “I thought you knew perfectly well that I don't love you for how you look in jeans once a month, right? You could go on a date in your college sweatpants with a hole on the ass, and I would still consider you the sexiest man on the planet and want you right here, right now.”
With his other hand, Katsuki hugs Izuku's head and presses him to his chest, leaving a light kiss on his temple.
Of course, there was a simple explanation for his physique — a change in diet and new workouts were causing his body to retain more water and build new muscle — but Katsuki didn't expect this to cause Izuku to doubt himself. As the caring boyfriend he tried to be, his goal now was to hunt down every little doubt that arose in the young man's mind and destroy it without a trace.
Izuku's body slips out of his embrace and he throws his leg over Katsuki, sitting on his lap. Hugging the guy around the shoulders, he looks him in the eyes and asks seriously, “Even if I get bigger and bigger every week?”
“If so, then my love for you will grow bigger and bigger as well,” Katsuki replies without hesitation, holding Izuku tightly around the waist and squeezing him with his arms, as if emphasizing that he will hold on to him as tightly as ever. “The most important thing for me is always that you eat well and take care of yourself so that you stay healthy, sweetheart."
“And that goes for the baby too.”
Katsuki sighs, “And that goes for the baby too.”
A smile finally spreads across Izuku's lips, and his eyes shine not from tears, “Now I'll have to eat for two, so you'll have to cook even more,” he tilts his head playfully.
A laugh escapes Katsuki's lips. “You can't scare me with the prospect of taking care of you even more, nerd.”
One of the hands lets go of his shoulder to hit him hard. “Kacchan! You should learn to filter your vocabulary. We can't let the baby learn bad words before they're even born!”
“Sure, sure,” he snorts. “Responsible parents and all that.”
“Yes! It's time to think about setting up the nursery and how we can split the parental leave and who should be godparents for our little one! I think Shotou will love it, he always looks at the kids on the playground with such tenderness and is so careful with them, ugh!"
Katsuki can almost see this physical shift in Izuku's brain as he goes from nervousness to complete fixation and excessive thinking about any topic that occupies his mind.
“What about gender? Kacchan, who would you like the most?” He looks at him with wide eyes, waiting for an answer with the expression of an innocent and enthusiastic child.
Katsuki doesn't have a serious answer because they don't have a real child on the way. Izuku's body is not suited for conceiving and carrying babies, and all the sperm that was released into his body never had a chance. However, right now, those sparkling green eyes are looking at him with such love and adoration that Katsuki doesn't have a single drop of willingness to crush all his dreams.
So he presses his lips together and says without hesitation, “A girl would be a good fit."
“Ah!” Izuku’s eyes seem to shine even brighter, and his smile reveals his perfectly aligned teeth. “I always knew you would be a wonderful father to a girl, Kacchan! Your mother raised you to treat women right, and you'll definitely protect her from any danger that awaits in this big, cruel world."
The man looks tenderly into the crimson eyes in front of him and strokes Katsuki's sharp chin with one hand, as if forgetting the existence of the world around them.
“You'll be such a great father, and I'll be the happiest man in the world because I get to experience all of this with you,” his voice whispers, and his light breath tickles Katsuki's lips. “I love you so much, Katsuki.”
His body finally relaxes under the weight of the guy on his lap, and he moves closer to his lips, quietly replying, “I love you even more,” and gently kissing those soft lips that taste like caramel liqueur.
However, an unexpected burst of laughter from the other room suddenly brings him back to reality and prevents him from deepening the kiss as he would have liked. The reminder of the extra guests in his apartment makes Katsuki frown, “Your friends are still here,” he states the obvious. “They're probably cursing me for kidnapping you from the party.”
Izuku laughs in response, “Oh no, they understand that we needed to have this serious conversation,” his voice sounding dreamy as he rests his head on Katsuki's shoulder, looking tired enough to just fall asleep right there.
“Hmm,” a thought suddenly flashes through Katsuki's mind. “And... what exactly did they say about your news... about the pregnancy?”
Izuku snorts irritably into his neck, "You wouldn't believe it, they laughed at me! Imagine, I just found out I'm pregnant with our firstborn, and they just laughed in response! Only Shotou didn't laugh, he just looked at me closely as if I were some kind of mystery, probably trying to see if there were any visible signs of pregnancy,“ he shrugs. ”But it's too early for that, isn't it?"
Katsuki doubted that the reason for his attention was an attempt to see Izuku's baby bump, but he again allowed the man to drown in his drunken fantasy. Arguing with drunk people never leads to victory.
“But when I said I had to tell you about it,” he continued with a smile, "they immediately stopped laughing and cheered me up! Uraraka said that the best decision would be to tell you right now, because such a thing cannot be postponed." Izuku's speech became slower and slower, and he began to think about choosing the right words as his eyes gradually closed and his body became heavier on Katsuki's lap. “And Shinsou said that you would absolutely thrilled and that they all want to see this happy moment for our family!”
“Oh,” Katsuki's eyes narrowed with anger at such treatment of his naive boyfriend in such a vulnerable position. “I'm really so thrilled.”
Strong arms lifted Izuku's limp body from his knees and he walked around the bed, laying the sleepy figure on the soft bedding.
“You're very tired, so it's time to sleep. I'll bring you some more water and see your guests out,” or rather, kick them off their asses, but Katsuki didn't say that out loud. “Don't force yourself to stay awake, go to sleep, and I'll be back soon.”
Whether out of a desire to take advantage of Izuku's vulnerability at that moment or by pure coincidence, his warm palm rested on the flat, firm stomach, to which Izuku covered his hand with his own palm and melted into a satisfied smile.
Katsuki doesn't let any of the idiots in his living room say a single unnecessary word or make a stupid comment. From the doorway, he makes it clear to them that the party is over, Izuku is asleep, and he doesn't want to see them in his house in three minutes.
Even drunk, the bunch of youths know better than to mess with Katsuki Bakugo when he's in berserk mode to protect his beloved, so the laughter dies down and with a few words of farewell, the guests disappear one by one behind the door. Todoroki is the only one who lingers and looks back over his shoulder at Katsuki, saying goodbye, “Tell Midoriya that I wish him the best and that he should take care of himself.”
In response, the host just snorts and locks the door behind them.
Izuku Midoriya's morning begins with a firm embrace with the toilet, to which he gives all his sincere feelings in the form of alcohol and food leftovers from his stomach.
Katsuki doesn't knock on the bathroom door before entering, kneeling down next to Izuku. One hand holds a glass of cold water, while the other slowly strokes his back in a sign of support.
However, he can't help himself when a joke slips out, “Oh, so now morning sickness has caught up with you, huh?”
In response, green eyes glare at him with rage, but another wave of nausea prevents Izuku from voicing how much he hates his beloved boyfriend at this moment.