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“You asshole.” Katsuki groans, gingerly poking at the omurice Izuku had made for her, head in her hand. “You gave me your fucking cold.”
Her husband pouts at her in apology from across the table, unable to argue after explicitly ignoring her warning to put on a thicker coat before heading out in the cold, and catching the cold in the first place. “I’m sorry Kacchan. I’ll buy you some of your favourite ramen on my way home?”
“You better.” She frowns, poking more at her omurice, barely a hint of anything resembling an appetite driving her to eat. But Izuku across from her scrapes the last of his breakfast off his plate and into his stomach before standing, needing to head to work.
“I’ll see you later.” Izuku smiles, bending down to peck Katsuki on the cheek, but she catches his collar and pulls him in for a proper kiss before she lets him go. He stands there for a few seconds longer, beaming dopily down at her, until Katsuki has to be the first to push away, nudging him towards the kitchen to drop off the dirty plates before he leaves.
“Planning on leaving anytime soon or are you just gonna stare?” Katsuki pokes, raising one extremely tired eyebrow.
“I don’t know, the view is amazing here.” He teases back, smile growing even as he has to dodge the explosion Katsuki throws in his direction.
“You don’t deserve the number one spot, shitty nerd!” Katsuki shouts after the laughing echoing down their hallway.
“I love you!”
“...Love you too.” Katsuki says to the empty hall, despite knowing very well he won’t hear it, too far away and too focused on leaving. Then there’s the sound of the door closing, and she’s finally alone in their apartment.
Frowning, Katsuki turns back to the omurice, still trying to bring up the will to eat it. She just spent the last few hours on an exhausting night shift with a good five arrests, because apparently the scum of society doesn’t sleep, which means that she doesn’t fucking get to either, even after all her hard work cultivating a healthy sleep schedule. As soon as the agency reorganises the patrol duty for the month after next, she’s pulling out of night duty and never going anywhere near it ever again.
“Fucking Deku,” she mumbles to herself. “Gave me this fucking cold and now I’m nauseous and can’t even eat properly.” She needs to eat to keep up her strength, and while she might try to keep Izuku away from their kitchen for their health and well-being, Katsuki has to grudging admit that he is learning something in those cooking classes his mom gives him, and even if it’s nowhere near the quality of her food, he beams so brightly when she eats it that Katsuki wouldn’t be mean about it. For now. If he gets any better, she’ll crush him, but for now she’ll play nice.
Katsuki picks up another spoonful, but before she can bring it to her mouth, another wave of nausea rolls through her and then she’s bent over the toilet seat, throwing up the little she had in her stomach to begin with.
In between gasping for breaths and spitting out what was a perfectly good midnight meal, Katsuki wonders if she should get her ass to a doctor, because this sure as hell isn’t a simple cold. She doesn’t throw up unless she’s fighting a 40º fever, and unless her body redefined what it means to have a fever, she doesn’t have one. Either way, it seems to be pretty much Izuku’s fault, so she finally has something to hold over him the next time he decides to be dumb enough to try and walk around mid-November in short sleeves.
Once she’s finally done throwing up, Katsuki decides that she might as well just call it a day, seeing as she’s still on for night patrol, and will have to be up by 8pm at the latest. The vomit doesn’t seem serious, and if it’s just the stupid nausea, she can probably just sleep it off, so she’ll just check again in the evening. She pops two anti-nausea pills, takes in plenty of water, and gets into bed, and that’s the end of that.
Except it’s not. Because when is shit that easy?
Katsuki throws up three more mornings in a row, and it’s gotten bad enough to the point that she nearly books herself a doctor’s appointment on her day off. She’s fucking nauseous all the time, and while it’s not bad enough to actually affect her fighting, because she’s not a fucking amateur, she would really like it if her head would stop gently pounding and her stomach would stop churning like it’s a milkmaid with something to prove. But then she smelled a sweet cake during the middle of patrol, like Big Lips’s level of pure sugar and fat packed within a dessert, and actually wanted some, and that’s when Katsuki knew when something was truly up.
Her old hag always complained about having morning sickness and weird food cravings when she was pregnant in an attempt to get Katsuki to feel bad about whatever shit it was, but it wasn’t exactly Katsuki’s fucking fault, was it? And anyways, it doesn’t really matter, because if it means what she thinks it means, Katsuki’s going to have more problems than that.
Is she even knocked up? When the fuck did that happen, when she’s barely been able to kiss her husband these past few weeks after getting putting on the night shift as her PR agents’ petty ass revenge? How the fuck would she not notice a parasite growing inside of her body? She’s Bakugo Katsuki even if she’s Midoriya Katsuki, she fucking knows what’s going on in her lump of flesh.
But there are a few things she knows for sure. First of all, Katsuki’s not fucking giving up her career. She’s at one of the highest possible points, regularly swapping the top two spots with Izuku, and historically, many fucking brilliant female heroes decided that just because they created life, they had to hang up their costumes and spend the rest of their lives as glorified nannies, or they were forced to. She’s not even 30 years old, she was kidnapped, tortured, beaten over and over just for the fucking title of hero, so how dare anyone think that she’s going to give up her life’s work just because there’s now a miniature human possibly growing inside of her?
Second of all, it’s fucking hard to be a parent, because kids are brats. Katsuki’s spent her whole life being called a brat, and a good portion of it being a huge bitch. How on earth would she be a mom? Izuku would be a fucking fantastic dad, she’s seen how he coos over every tiny being about 10 years old or less, but her? Her mom was a bitch, and she’s a bitch, and after factoring in everything together, Katsuki’s going to be a fucking horrible mom. She values her work over everything else, barely comes home except to sleep and eat, and can’t handle kids.
Fuck.
Then again, Katsuki doesn’t know anything for sure. It’s just an idea, nothing at all confirmed. And it won’t be confirmed. Yeah. Nothing confirmed. She’s not preg… She’s not.