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It was a quiet morning at the Paranormal Liberation Front base. It’s been a few days since the battle in Deika City and the League quickly adjusted to their new place. Not that it was hard to do, considering they lived in a dump before they took over here.
Shigaraki woke up with a headache. He pulled away from Dabi’s grasp and sat up, which caused the raven-haired boy to stir awake.
“Well good morning to you too, Crusty.” Dabi yawned.
Shigaraki suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He got up and rushed to the connecting bathroom, throwing himself over the toilet bowl and letting out last night’s dinner.
Dabi walks up behind him and grimaces. “Gross. Are you okay?”
“I feel like shit.” Shigaraki answers.
All of a sudden, Toga bursts into the room and skips towards them. “Heeeey guys! Mr. Long Nose wants us to- Woah, Tomura? Are you pregnant?”
Shigaraki and Dabi turn to look at each other, wide-eyed.
“PREGNANT?”
--
With the help of Dr. Ujiko they were finally able to confirm it.
Shigaraki was pregnant.
He was scared to say the least. He could barely take care of himself and here he was, nesting a living being inside of him. His habit of scratching his neck only recently stopped, but now it was back and stronger than ever.
Toga was at his side, playing with his hair, trying to calm him down. None of which were working.
“Where’s Dabi?” Shigaraki asked Toga, who was currently braiding his hair.
“Toilet.” she replies.
Shigaraki sighs. “Taking a shit probably.”
--
Dabi was staring at himself in the mirror.
Him? A father? Never in his life did he ever think that he would become a father. Not once has it ever crossed his mind. Not after all the shit he was put through by his own.
Mr. Compress enters the communal bathroom and sees Dabi hunched over the sinks.
“Dabi? Are you okay?” the man questions.
Dabi lets out a sigh and replies. “Shigaraki’s pregnant.”
“And so I’ve heard! Getting the jitters?” Mr. Compress teases.
“I’m not ready to become a father.” Dabi whispers.
The older male walks over to Dabi and places a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not something anyone will ever be ready for.” Mr. Compress assures him. “I’m sure Shigaraki’s feeling the same way. Take comfort in each other. This is something both of you have to go through after all.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely an old man.” Dabi says laughing softly.
Mr. Compress places a hand over his heart. “You wound me.”
“Thanks, Mister.”
--
Dabi finds Shigaraki on the couch, asleep on Toga’s lap.
“Took your sweet time huh? Did you take a dump?” Toga quietly laughs.
Softly flicking Toga’s forehead, he replies. “Shut up, Brat. Here to pick up my boyfriend if you don’t mind.”
Dabi proceeds to gently scoop Shigaraki up in his arms and carries him towards their bedroom. He lowers Shigaraki on the bed and lies down beside him, pulling the tired boy closer.
“I know you’re awake.” Dabi whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his head.
Shigaraki shuffles and snuggles next to the warm boy. “Must’ve been a big shit huh?”
“I wasn’t taking a shit!” he denies.
The pale boy laughs. “Mhmm.”
Dabi places a hand on the other’s face and makes Shigaraki look up at him. “How are you feeling, babe?”
“Scared.” Shigaraki admits.
“I’m sure Shigaraki’s feeling the same way. Take comfort in each other. This is something both of you have to go through after all.”
He remembers Mister’s words and laughs to himself. “Yeah. Me too.” Dabi takes a hold of Shigaraki’s gloved hand and rubs his thumb on the exposed skin. “We’ll get through this, Tomura.”
Dabi places a hand on Shigaraki’s cheek and gives him a soft kiss on the lips.
“Together.”
--
3 months pass by and Shigaraki’s starting to take notice of the small bump on his tummy.
Shigaraki was still anxious about the whole thing, but Dabi was doing a surprisingly great job in calming him down. Whenever Shigaraki would start scratching his neck, Dabi would pepper it with kisses. Whenever he would bite his nails, Dabi would take his hand in his and kiss the top of it.
Dabi always reassured him that everything would be okay and that he’d always be by his side, every step of the way. He’s gotten softer and it warmed Shigaraki’s heart.
When Giran first introduced Dabi to him, he thought the cocky goth and him would never get along. Let alone get together and have a baby.
The door to their bedroom swings open and Dabi walks in. “How are my two babies doing?”
He’s definitely gotten softer.
“Come here.” Shigaraki waves a hand at him, inviting him to sit down.
Dabi takes a seat next to him and gives the freshly-showered boy a peck on the cheek. “What’s up? You smell nice.”
Shigaraki smiles and takes Dabi’s hand, making it hover above his tummy. He pulls his sweater up and places the raven’s hand on his baby bump.
The room was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Dabi was looking at his tummy with wide eyes.
For just a split second, Shigaraki felt anxious.
Why isn’t he saying anything? Does he think it’s gross? Does he not want the baby anymore?
But all doubts ceased to exist just as quickly as they came.
Dabi smiled so wide his staples almost gave out. “Wow. So this is our baby huh?”
He drowned Shigaraki’s small bump in kisses and adoration, the younger man couldn’t help but laugh.
"Is it kicking yet?" Dabi asked, gently pressing his ear against the bump.
The white-haired boy chuckled. "No, not yet. It's still a bit too early for that, I think."
Now, Dabi was no stranger to babies and baby bumps, he was the eldest sibling after all. He was at his mother’s side during every pregnancy, but this was... different.
There was just something about being one-half of the reason for another human’s creation that was so intimate and special.
Shigaraki caught Dabi just staring at the bump, caressing it slowly.
“Tomura?”
“Mm?”
“I love you.” the raven says, looking up at him. Shigaraki smiles. “And you!” Dabi turns his attention back to his lover's tummy. “I’m so in love with you. I’m so excited to meet you. You’re going to be the cutest baby.” he says lovingly in between each soft kiss he presses on the noticeable bump.
They were both so in love and content that nothing else mattered to them more than this exact moment they shared.
As a family.
Together.