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Ochako Uraraka had never been part of the plan. The party had never been part of the plan. The alcohol certainly hadn’t been part of it either, but here he was, pacing his dorm room with a ring his mother had forced him to buy in one hand and a sonogram in the other.
Katsuki had rehearsed his lame-ass speech over and over again, knowing that what he was doing was the right thing. They’d both get to graduate. He could easily afford an apartment in the city for the both of them… for all three of them. And if he was being honest with himself, he was thankful it was her.
Not that he was any happier about her being pregnant than she was, a fact that she likely would have kept hidden from him if she hadn’t passed out in training. No, he was happy that at least drunk him had enough courage to make his move; nearly three years of watching her fawn over the fucking nerd deterring him in any lucid state.
Now all he had to do was explain that to her without coming off as a dick.
“Hey, Cheeks,” he practiced, jogging down the stairs to the common room. “No, that sounds fucking stupid.”
Hey, Ochako? he mulled her given name, deciding that despite everything, they simply weren’t that close.
“Hey, Uraraka.” Better. “I might not have been your first choice, but I’d like to be your last. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!”
Katsuki paused at the base of the stairs, his heart dropping into his stomach.
“Yes, Deku! I will marry you!”
Crimson eyes darted from her to the fucking nerd, down on one knee with a simple silver band between his fingers. Ochako threw herself around him, a smile on her face so genuine it made Katsuki’s heart hurt.
He spun, collective rage boiling inside him as the sonogram fell to the floor.