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Bakugo Katsuki stares absent minded outside a large window. The glare is allowing him to see the reflections of inside the shop, while simultaneously being able to watch outside.
He can hear the employees greet the customers. Then the ping of a complete order. Then the whirring of the sealing machine. Mindless pleasantries.
"Thank you!"
"Thanks! Have a good day!"
Greet. Ping. Whir. Repeat.
Deku sits across from him and is rambling on and on about the Hero stats from Gran Torinos prime. The ice is melting in his drink, he can see the watery layer on top, and the condensation dripping down the sides. Katsuki is prepared, and had brought along a small cooler and an freezable ice packet to put his drinks in.
He is exhausted, and distracted. Earlier, he had gotten a glimpse of his wife's creamy thighs as she had walked, in a towel, from the bathroom to the bedroom after her shower. He's praying that she will be in a good mood later, and maybe she'll let him taste her.
"Kacchan? Are you listening?" Deku inquires. Probably after he didn't respond.
"Yeah" Katsuki sighs. "You'd fuck the Old Man if you time traveled to the past."
Deku squeaks indignantly. "That's! Thats! Thats..not what I said AT ALL Kacchan!!"
"Whatever." Katsuki rolls his eyes. "Listen Nerd, I didn't ask to talk to you, only for you to fuckin info dump on me. I have a re-"
The door to the Cafe opens and he zeros in on the auburn hair, pink cheeks and short stature of his beautiful wife.
But her expression is all wrong. There's anger in the furrow of her eyebrows, and ... hurt ... in the down turn of her mouth. A spike of panic goes down his back, because, while he's a Grade-A Asshole, rarely is she ever mad at him. She gets the full princess treatment from him.
Dekus danger sense goes off, and he abruptly turns, searching for the villian. Only to find Ochako storming toward them.
She stops at their table and both men are stunned into silence.
"How. Dare. You." She seethes.
"Um..." Deku tries to speak.
"I can't believe, I woke up from my nap, and I see you two! My alleged BEST friend! With my HUSBAND! On a DATE!?!"
She brandishes her phone, showing a picture of them on some Hero account. One of those, that posts live locations of Heros spotted in civilian clothing, doing normal shit. He hates those accounts.
"Angel, this isnt-"
"D-d-d-date!? 'Chako! I would never! And Kacchan is crazy about you! And you know I'm with-" Deku defends.
"How can you say its not a date!? I can see you right now!" Then she turns her wrath on Katsuki.
"This is supposed to be OUR place..." the anger is gone. Now hurt tears are threatening to spill.
Katsuki let's out a deep sigh. "Angel. our place is the mochi spot. Not the Boba Cafe." And then he opens his cooler, and offers it to her. He watches as all the tension in her shoulders and jaws, melt.
Like a teething baby finally being given a pacifier, she greedily snatches her favorite, stabs the cup unnecessarily hard with the chubby straw, and begins to drink.
He sets down the cooler, and pulls her onto his lap. She turns slightly, shielding half of her face. Looking back up, he's met with, an understandably, confused Deku.
"Is she okay?" He whispers.
"No." He smirks proudly. "She's pregnant."
Dekus posture goes ram rod straight. He stiffly nods. Then reaches into his bag for one of his stupid notebooks.
"Mhmm." He nods again. "I see. How far along is she?"
"About three months. It's why I wanted to talk to-"
And he's gone. Deku is writing a million words a minute. Probably calculating what type of quirk their little brat will have.
"I have to use the bathroom." Ochako says quietly and excuses herself.
"Okay! I see. So. Three months? So conception would be-" and Deku pulls out his phone to check the dates. "Around July 22 or..15?"
Then his expression goes flat.
"Seriously Kacchan?! At my birthday party?" He asks incredulously.
Katsuki smirks and throws his head back. Memories of THAT night replaying in his head. He was bored at some lame house party. She had worn a tight, navy dress. She's always beautiful, but to see her break out of her modest clothes and into something so sexy? And all the alcohol? There was so much alcohol.
"I'm just a man Deku. And my kryptonite is Angel in tight dresses."
Deku must think back to that night. And shrugs. Evidently, he and Ohacko had gotten away with their impromptu escapade.
Angel returns, and Deku gives her a medical interview so thorough, it rivals the actual doctors.
What are her symptoms? What are her cravings? Is she sleeping okay? How much water is she drinking? Which brand of prenatals is she taking?
Katsuki listens in, resting his chin on her shoulder. Occasionally nuzzling her neck a little more. He's been keeping this secret since her first missed period; and it feels SO good to finally talk about it. He's been bursting at the seams.
He brushes his fingers against her stomach, that's growing the best thing to ever to happen to him. Sixteen year old Katsuki, the little angry and insecure piece of shit, would not believe this scenario. Him willingly seeking out Deku, to tell him the most amazing news? All while none of them have given up their goals of being in the top ten? Yeah no. Teenage Katsuki would probably try to kick him in the balls or something stupid like that.
And all his growth, he credits to these two. They're the sunshine his fractured soul needed.
Katsuki cuts off Deku before his questions get too invasive; but he gives a quick congratulations and a hug for Ochako. He makes her promise to update him on every symptom and that he'll schedule the two weeks around delivery date so he can be there.
The three Heros (plus one) leave the boba shop. Deku leaves to go on patrol, and the two lovebirds continue home.
"I'm sorry I thought you were cheating on me." She apologizes sheepishly.
"Never Angel." He gives her a quick forehead kiss.
He hurries her home, it seems she's in a lovey mood, and he needs to cash in on it quickly before it changes; because he's got a craving of his own.