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Izuku's finally found out hunched gracelessly over his dorm room toilet bowl, Uraraka fussing at his side and rubbing his back as he spits up the last of his dinner. He hadn’t had the sense to lock his door when he’d excused himself from dinner early under the guise of a stomachache. Well, it wasn’t completely a lie, but Uraraka was clearly catching on given she’d tailed him up here.
“Ugh…” Izuku sighs, resting his head in the pillow of his arms over the lid and squeezing his eyes shut against embarrassed tears.
“Deku-kun…” Uraraka starts hesitantly, hand stilling against his upper back. “I thought you’d gotten over that stomach bug weeks ago.”
Izuku squeezes his eyes shut even harder and shudders when he hears the first tear hit the water of the bowl below.
“I think—” he hiccups, and roughly wipes his leaking eyes against the crook of his elbow. “I think I’m pregnant,” he says pathetically, and then the dam is open.
Before he knows it, he’s sobbing against Uraraka’s chest as she shushes him in soothing tones. He briefly registers a phone conversation between Uraraka, Todoroki and Iida prefaced by a stern, “I need a favor, no questions asked.”
As Izuku’s sobs are winding down, Uraraka petting his head, he makes out the bathroom door creaking open to reveal Todorki and Iida dressed in oversized hoodies, sunglasses, baseball caps, and masks.
Izuku is so confused, he splutters out something between a wet sob and an unhinged laugh.
“Why are you guys—?”
“Here,” Todoroki shoves a plastic bag into his hands.
At the same time Iida explains, “Uraraka-kun asked us to get this at the pharmacy for you without attracting attention. Hence, the disguises!” Iida proudly karate chops as if to gesture to his get-up.
“Um…” Izuku starts, repressing a wet giggle and glancing towards Uraraka.
Uraraka snorts, “Yeah, my bad for expecting anything practical from these numskulls.”
Iida sputters while Todoroki simply throws a small grin in Izuku’s direction, as if he knew their shenanigans might lighten the mood. Todoroki is more perceptive than people give him credit for, Izuku thinks, returning the grin with a small one of his own.
“Okay, Alphas, out! Out! Can we get some privacy around here, puh-LEASE!”
While the boys are ushered out to wait in Izuku’s bedroom, Izuku carefully plucks a box out of the plastic bag, wincing at the image of a beaming, Omega male cradling a baby bump.
He lifts open the cardboard flaps and takes out the plastic stick, just as Uraraka shuts the door behind her.
“Do you want me to leave?” Uraraka asks, and before she even gets the question out, Izuku is shaking his head ‘no’ vehemently.
“Stay. Please, I just… I could use the moral support,” he tries to smile, but can feel it turning into a grimace.
Uraraka smiles back at him all the same and makes herself comfortable on the floor.
“All right. I hope you need to pee!”
That gets another small giggle out of Izuku has he shimmies out of his shorts and gets to business.
Two minutes later, the group is sitting in Izuku’s room, staring down at the middle of the offending piece of plastic, slowly morphing into a definitive ‘plus sign’ before their eyes. Izuku whimpers as the trio surrounding him try to suppress their gasps with little success.
“I knew it,” Izuku groans, sinking down onto the bed and burying his face into his hands.
Uraraka and Todorki flank him on the bed, Iida taking the desk chair.
“We’re here to support you, Midoriya-kun!” Iida says seriously.
“No matter what, you know that, right?” Uraraka chimes in, running soothing circles on his upper back.
Todoroki pats his shoulder a couple times.
“So should we go tell Bakugou?”
Izuku chokes on his spit and turns tomato red as Iida’s and Uraraka’s eyes bulge out of their sockets and they shortly thereafter start yelling.
“You guys are fucking?! No way!”
“I expect more from Bakugou-san! Surely, he is well-aware of the importance of safe intercourse!”
Izuku crinkles his nose and shoots Todorki a tired glare. As perceptive as Todoroki may be this days, tact will clearly never be his strong suit.
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Katsuki pounds on the nerd’s door one last time for good measure, giving him one last chance to answer before he just explodes the lock off. Thankfully, the door creaks open on the final knock. Katsuki growls as he loses his footing just slightly, but hip checks Izuku to get back at him on his way through the door.
“Tch. Took you long enough. Did you forget about you heat, idio-“ Katsuki cuts himself off as he inadvertently sniffs the air only to notice a distinct lack of Izuku’s heat scent.
He whirls around to face Izuku, who is shuffling next to the door and avoiding eye contact.
Katsuki narrows his eyes. “Izuku, why—”
“I’m pregnant!” Izuku yelps, and squeezes his eyes shut as if bracing for impact.
Katsuki may as well have been punched in the gut his breath leaves him so quickly.
Fuck. It makes sense. Izuku’s been blaming a recent, unending bout of nausea on ‘a stomach bug’, picking around his food, and looking generally worse for wear for the last few months. Katsuki would be lying if he didn’t suspect it, but bringing it up felt like an overreaction. Besides —
“We were careful, though. We always use protection,” Katsuki deflects.
Izuku mumbles something and Katsuki can’t hear so he just responds, “Hah???”
Izuku sighs and finally meets his eyes, lashes coated in a wet layer of tears. “The condom - it broke last time,” he says quietly.
Katsuki raises his brow and feels a growl bubbling up in his throat. “What do you mean it broke? Why didn’t —” Katsuki pauses to let out a frustrated cry before rounding on Izuku who curls further in on himself. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me that, Deku?! That sounds like crucial fucking information to me—”
“I didn’t even realize until you were already asleep, and I - I was on birth control so I didn’t think it was a big deal, and I didn’t wanna worry you for no reason!” Izuku yells back, breath hitching with every word.
“Yeah, well that fucking backfired, now didn’t it?! There are pills and shit, Deku, we coulda - fuck!” Katsuki shouts, hitting the wall next to him and causing their argument to halt to a screeching stop.
Izuku’s hiccuping little sobs fill the silence and Katsuki massages his brow with his palm. As much as he wants to give into his Alpha’s instinct to hug the Omega close to his chest, kiss the tears off his cheeks and jump for joy, Katsuki knows he needs to stay practical. They’ve just started their 3rd year at UA. They’re not evening dating - that wasn’t part of the deal. So, really, it’s not up to Katsuki what happens next and he needs Izuku to know he understands that.
Katsuki breathes in heavily through his nose before finally speaking, in as leveled a voice as he possibly can, “So what are you gonna do?”
Izuku blinks up at him rapidly, tears suddenly halting. He blinks again before a look that Katsuki can only describe as disgust settles on his features - certainly not a look that’s ever been aimed at him before.
“What am I gonna do?” Izuku asks slowly, as if to reconfirm what he’d just heard.
Katsuki narrows his eyes, confused at the reaction. “Yeah. You know, you have options-”
“Get out,” Izuku cuts him off, eyes flashing dangerously.
“What?” Katsuki blinks, dumbfounded. “What did I-”
“Get OUT!” Izuku cries, swinging open his bedroom door beside him and pointing towards the exit.
“What the fuck, Izuku? I’m just trying to-“
“Kacchan,” Izuku cuts him off again, green sparks dancing in his irises this time. “You’ve already made yourself very clear. I will figure it out by myself. So. Leave.”
Izuku gestures to the door again and Katsuki scoffs as he relents and finally heads towards it.
He shakes his head once he hits the threshold, unwilling to end this conversation here. “Listen, Izuku-”
“OUT!”
The next thing Katsuki knows, he’s flat on his ass outside of Izuku’s dorm, door slamming shut behind him.
Katsuki looks up to see three sets of eyes glaring down at him with varying levels of vitriol.
Uraraka doesn’t even speak, purposefully stepping on his toe with a “hmph!” before shoving past him into Izuku’s room.
Iida stares down at him darkly and regards him with a cold, “Bakugou-san” as he follows Uraraka in suit.
He’s left alone in the hallway with Todoroki staring down at him with his usual lack of emotion.
“Well. Congratulations,” Todoroki says smoothly before stepping into the room behind him.
Katsuki blinks, confused, before groaning and splaying himself out on the hallway carpet.
“‘Congratulations’ my fucking ass!” he yells into the empty hall.
“Kacchan, GO AWAY!” Izuku screeches from his dorm room before Blackwhip slithers underneath his door, grabs Katsuki by the ankle and flings him to the end of the hall.
He hits the wall with a ‘thump’ and slides down pathetically.
“Fuck,” he whines pitifully.