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Bakugou Katsuki didn’t say much. He didn’t draw attention to himself. He didn’t bother with social interaction. Everyone thought he was just shy. Kirishima Eijirou had latched onto him resulting in a few others latching on as well. But when Katsuki started skipping school, everyone grew concerned. He never missed school. He had insisted multiple times in the past to still attend class even though his allergies were acting up so bad he was disrupting class. The class was concerned. They noticed him shrivelling in on himself before he missed school. They all saw the way he moved his arms to cover his stomach. Saw him watch his food and slowly put more things on his tray, until he eventually started bringing his own lunch. Weeks passed and they all decided enough was enough. The self-proclaimed Baku-sqaud stopped by his house. They knocked on the door and waited. “Yes?” A man with brown hair and soft brown eyes framed poked his head out of the cracked door. “Hi! We are looking for Katsuki! Is he home?” Ashido spoke up. The man immediately seemed to dim at that. “Katsuki isn’t feeling well. Can I take a message for you?” He said with an air of pain. “Just tell him everyone in class is worried and to text us when he can!” Sero responded quickly. The man nodded, before looking expectantly at the group. There was some grumbling that caught all of their attention. He turned his head before quickly brushing off everyone. He shut the door and they all shared a look. “Do you think he is ok?” Ashido asked when they were far enough away from the front door. They all had grim expressions, worried that they hadn’t actually seen or heard Katsuki. No one said anything after her question, leaving them in silence for the rest of the walk. Months passed and no one had heard from Katsuki. The class’s worry was growing by the minute. They kept expecting him to walk into the door and say that it was all a joke and he was fine. But he never did. Finally, on the 11th month, Katsuki walked back into class. But he was different. He had a happy air about him and he had gained some weight in his stomach. It looked like he had a huge beer belly. They also noticed his pecks, which had clearly rounded out and grown in size. His body was no longer hard but instead soft. Round, even. But he seemed much better than before. “Morning!” He chirped happily, shocking everyone. “You guys ok?” Suddenly he was tackled. He hissed. “Ow! Guys, please be careful! I’m sore.” This got everyone off him and they all looked confused. He rolled his eyes and vaguely gestured to his chest. “What happened?” It was Ochaco that asked. He sighed. “I was pregnant. Gave birth like 7 weeks ago. I’ve been producing milk like crazy for the last 5 months. It’s crazy how much tits can leak. I’ve ruined like so many shirts.” Katsuki laughed a little. Everyone was quiet, processing what they had just been told. Katsuki had been pregnant. His chest was sore due to milk production. Because he was pregnant. Bakugou Katsuki, quiet Bakugou Katsuki, was pregnant. He raised an eyebrow at his classmates. “Oi, brats. Class is starting, or do you wanna continue to gawk at Bakugou?” Aizawa’s sharp voice cut into the tension, barely even leaving a scratch, however, everyone went to their seats and tried to pay attention as the day went on. Lunch came but Katsuki had left campus. Soon the end of school rolled around and everyone was hyped to finally be able to talk to the blonde. “Bakubro!” Eijirou walked up to the blonde’s desk.
Everyone accepted that Katsuki is trans and that he has a kid. They meet her and the dad, Izuku. They learn Izuku doesn’t really wanna be in hero work and he doesn’t have a quirk that would help in the field. Bla bla bla. Whatever. I might finish this later or something.