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“Suck.”
“I am.
“Not hard enough.”
Ochako groaned, panting as she slammed her hands against the locker. “Trust me when I say I am sucking in as hard as I can,” she growled. Her fingers curled into the sides of the locker as she steadied herself.
“Yeah, well,” Katsuki clicked his tongue as he shook his head at the half-up zipper stuck in the middle of her back, “it ain’t enough.”
She whipped her head over her shoulder as she glared daggers at him.
“It’s not my fucking fault your damn suit doesn’t fit.”
Ochako closed her eyes, simmering the storm of emotions building up in her body as she swallowed the urge to let him know that it actually was his fault. Her head fell forward and gently collided with the front of the locker with a whimper.
“Are you crying?”
“No!” No matter how much she wanted to. “I just need to get this stupid suit on, so I can look like I’m still on active duty.” She held her breath for a moment before bouncing on her heels as if that would help her fit into the suit.
“You’re not on active duty.”
“Not the point.” She’d spoken to Rumi about her pregnancy at approximately four months and two weeks. Her belly was starting to show, and the risk of miscarriage had decreased. At this point, she wanted help keeping this private for as long as possible. “I haven’t even told my parents yet. I don’t want them finding out about their grandchild because of some sort of tabloid headline.” Ochako had wanted to tell her parents weeks ago, but they were busy expanding the family business.
“Well-” Katsuki stopped himself from asking why she hadn’t spoken to them yet. “You could get a new suit.”
“I am not getting a maternity hero suit,” she snapped with a growl as the material squeezed around her body. She winced as she felt him trying to pull the zipper up but failing again. “Or maternity clothes, for that matter.” Her day hadn’t even started, she was already exhausted. “It’s a scam.”
Katsuki froze, zipper still pinched between his fingers. “It’s a scam to have fucking clothes that fit?”
“It is a scam,” she huffed as she tried to catch her breath, “because I’m only going to be pregnant for less than a year. I’m not buying a new wardrobe. It’s a waste of money.”
“Tch.”
“I’m not wasting money on baggy clothes when I’m trying to buy a house,” Ochako ranted as he fought with the zipper again.
“Cheeks,” he grunted as he braced his palm at the center of her back, “if you can afford to buy a house, you can afford to get a couple of outfits.”
She bit her lip, sinking back into the warmth of his hand as she sucked in her stomach the best she could. “I really can’t,” she wheezed. Why did his hand feel so good? “I’m not wasting money like that.” Ochako swallowed a puff of air as she tried not to think about the last time she had sex. It had been long enough that just the feel of Katsuki’s had her more than ready to go.
“Do you have any idea how many clothes you’re gonna have to buy the brat?”
“Not the same,” she growled as his hand traveled up her spine as the zipper finally came up. “And what do you know about babies?” Ochako turned around to face him.
“It’s common fucking sense.”
Was it? “Do you want kids?” she asked him before she could think better of the question.
Katsuki frowned, flinching away from her. “What kind of fucking question is that?”
“A normal one?” It wasn’t. “You seem to know a lot about babies.” But it seemed like a logical thing to say to justify the question.
He just stared.
“Like, what if a woman told you that she was pregnant-”
“What’s with the damn hypotheticals?”
“I’m curious.” If she was going to tell him about this baby, she wanted to make sure he wanted it. “I’ve known you for years and feel like I know very little about you .”
That wasn’t true. Ochako knew him well enough, but-
“I wanna know.” She needed to know. “What would you do if someone woman said she was carrying your baby?” Ochako shrugged. Her hand reflexively rubbed the little bulge below her belly button. It wasn’t enough for someone to assume she was pregnant, but people would notice the change in her shape.
Katsuki’s jaw tensed. “Tch,” he turned his back to her as he stalked about of the locker room, “I’d tell her to get a damn paternity test.”
Ochako watched him walk away. “Hey Bakugo, you wanna take a paternity test because,” she mumbled, talking to the empty air in front of her, “this baby I’m carrying might be yours, ya know, if you did donate sperm in the past.”
She was so screwed.
“Just thought I’d let you know because Izuku is sure it is.”
Maybe this baby would look just like her.
With an explosion quirk.
A quick temper.
“Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck .”
And, of course, a foul mouth.
“Can’t say I didn’t try, though.”
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“Do you want kids?”
Eijirou froze. A chunk of steak hung between his lips as he stared at his best friend. “Wha-” He quickly maneuvered the bite of food into his mouth and sloppily chewed. “What the fuck?”
Katsuki looked down at the food in front of him, suddenly not feeling hungry. “Kids.”
Eijirou blinked as a wet piece of lettuce dropped from the bottom of his burrito.
“You planning on having tiny little shitty haired kids with raccon eyes?” He wasn’t sure why he was asking. It seemed obvious that they would eventually get married, have kids, grow old together, and die being annoying and in love.
“Did you get someone pregnant or something?”
“I had a fucking vasectomy.”
“You’re talking about kids, and I’ve heard stories about dudes getting people pregnant after getting the snip,” Eijirou explained as he placed his burrito down.
“You think I’m dumb enough not to use a condom?”
“You’re asking me about tiny humans.”
“Will you just answer the fucking question?” Katsuki snarled, feeling annoyed. He picked up a potato chip and tossed it back to his plate.
Eijirou chewed thoughtfully for a moment. “Um,” he started, taking another bite, “I guess.”
Katsuki frowned.
“Maybe?” he continued, pausing once more. “Truthfully, that stuff isn’t even on my radar right now.”
That was surprising.
“A kid or two sound nice,” Eijirou continued with a little shrug.
Katsuki let himself think about it for a second.
“My sisters have kids and just-” He shook his head. “I don’t know, man. The projectile vomit, diapers, sleepless nights, the screaming-”
Watching the best parts of yourself live on.
“And I’m not even the one giving birth. It’s a huge decision, man,” he whistled, shaking his head. “I’m kind of on the fence about.” Eijirou nodded, taking a bite of his food. “Kids sound good in theory.”
Katsuki forced himself to eat a bite of his sandwich and swallowed the urge to disagree. “Tch.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Nothing.” It had been years since he’d gotten a vasectomy and donated to the sperm, and this was the first time he’d really thought about it.
There could be a child out there with his eyes and love for climbing.
It was strange how the just thought made his heart ache and feel whole at the same time. He was getting used to the feeling, though.
That was how he felt when he looked at Ochako.
And for some painful reason, he let himself think about having that with Ochako.
“Doesn’t fucking matter,” Katsuki muttered, bitterly. “That shit isn’t meant for me.”
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“You doing okay?”
Ochako let her posture sink for before she pulled herself together. “Yeah,” she nodded, smiling at her boss, “I keep trying to remember if this suit has always been this hot.” Ochako was used to sweating after a long, hard day of actually taking down criminals. “Or is it the weather? It’s not normally this during this time of year, is it.”
She’d done nothing but walk around the district.
Walk.
Leisurely.
Not even a power walk.
But her skin and underwear were disgustingly wet inside her suit.
“It’s not hot outside, kid,” Rumi smirked, shaking her head.
“Great.” Pregnancy was a fucking scam. “Remind me to put in for a better vented suit when I return.”
Rumi laughed before taking a step closer to her. “You alright out here?” she questioned, eyes darting down to her stomach and moving back to her eyes seriously.
“Peachy.” She held up a water bottle.
“Good. Let me know if you need anything.
She did. “I do have a question,” Ochako blurted out before she could think. “Hypothetically, would HR consider it sexual harassment if I asked another coworker if they were or have ever been a sperm donor?”
Rumi raised an eyebrow.
“Stupid question. Right.” She couldn’t even blame that one on the baby leeching her brain cells. “Sorry. Forget it.”
“If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, then no.”
Ochako’s face burned. “I’m not talking about…” Why did she even bother to lie at this point? “No.”
“I would also have to insist on mediating the conversation-”
“Nevermind, nevermind.”
Rumi cackled. “For the record, one way or another, I saw this coming.”
Ochako blinked, trying to figure it out. “What?”
“All of it.”
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Yo wouldn’t say he was a bad guy.
He genuinely wasn’t.
Tactful.
Resourceful.
Sneaky.
Competitive to a fault.
He could own those words without argument.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Yo looked up from where he leaned against Ochako’s desk.
Oh.
He bit the inside of his cheek as he locked eyes with Katsuki and forced himself not to smile. The blonde had seen through his friendly facade in seconds at the provisional license exam. Yo hadn’t given a crap about meeting their class, he was making sure they didn’t see him coming.
It wasn’t malicious or personal, but the incident had branded him with the mark of the devil.
And he decided to live up to the expectations.
“Me?” Yo mouthed, dramatically pointly his fingers to his chest as he made a show of looking around him. There were maybe two other people in the open office. It was obvious that Katsuki was talking to him.
“Yeah you!” Katsuki grunted, stomping over toward him.
This was gonna be fun. “Hey Kacchan!” Yo grinned brightly, just as he’d done when they’d first met each other years ago. “I didn’t know you worked here too.” He did.
Even though his and Ochako’s relationship hadn’t gone past two dates and a few rolls in the sheets, they’d been friends since. He knew.
He also knew how much Katsuki hated the childhood nickname being used by people he wasn’t very familiar with. “How you doing man?” Yo questioned, grinning as he reached gripping his shoulder.
Katsuki growled, shoulders starting to rise like an angry cat.
He shouldn’t, but it was too easy.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Nothing much,” Yo leaned further onto Ochako’s desk, as he dropped an elbow down, “waiting for Ochako to get done, you know?”
Katsuki narrowed his eyes.
Yo tilted his head to the side, mirth lighting up his face. “You gotta problem with that?” he questioned as he waited for his temper to pop.
“Yo?” Ochako called out.
Sure, eventually, Yo would have to apologize to his close friend’s baby daddy, but for now, he would enjoy the smell of smoke. “Hey you!” Yo turned to Ochako, grinning brightly. “You ready to go?”
She looked nervously at Katsuki before moving her gaze back to Yo.
“Yeah.” Ochako took another little step toward them. “I just gotta get out of my suit.”
“They let you patrol?” Yo questioned, pleasantly ignoring Katsuki still standing in front of him angrily. Annoying him was too easy. He knew he shouldn’t, but Katsuki just made it so much fun.
Ochako took another step forward, looking at Katsuki and then to Yo with a silent question. “No, I was just out in public so I can make it look like I’m still active, but I’m exhausted. I just want a shower and to sit down.” She pouted. “And a peanut butter sandwich.”
Yo grinned wider.
Katsuki growled.
“Well, I can help you out of that suit and then we can get going.”
“I-”
“Tch,” Katsuki grunted, turning sharply. “Get a fucking room before you weirdos end up with another damn baby.”
Ochako turned toward him, mouth spluttering to come up with something to say as a dribble of spit escaped down the side of her chin. “Baku-ugh-” She wiped at her chin as she rushed toward Yo. “What did you say to him?”
“Nothing.”
She smacked his arm.
“Nothing out of the ordinary.”
That was a bad sign. “You didn’t tell-”
“I was hoping you’d put your mommy pants on and talked to him.” He knew she hadn’t, but he hoped she might prove him wrong. “Seriously?”
“I’m trying,” she groaned, rubbing her face. “He was helping me into my suit, and I asked him if he wanted kids-”
“Oh? Sexy!”
“Not like that!”
“Well-”
She smacked his arm. “I’m working up to it,” Ochako huffed. “I asked Mirko if it would be an HR violation to ask someone if they were a sperm donor.”
“You did not .”
“Whatever.”
“Oh my god!” Yo cackled loudly.
“I’m not even sure it’s actually his baby.” That was a lie. The more she thought about the information on that donor form, the more she realized that she’d purchased viles of Katsuki’s sperm.
If it wasn’t Katsuki’s child, then Katsuki had a twin somewhere out there.
“Would it be weird if I got one the viles from storage and scavenged some DNA from his desk to test?”
“Extremely.” Yo clicked his tongue, letting the silence tell her everything she needed to know. “Well, I think he thinks that it’s mine so-”
“ What ?”
“Did you not hear him?”
Ochako blinked, head whipping behind her and back to Yo. “What did you say to him?!”
“Right, pregnancy brain-”
“My hormone drunk isn’t an excuse for you to taunt him.” She whacked him on the chest.
“Ow!”
“Good.”
“I didn’t.” As much as he normally would. “He told us to get a fucking room before we end up with another baby,” Yo started grabbing her arm as he led her to the locker rooms.
Ochako groaned, whimpering as her boots dragged over the thin carpet.
“To be fair,” he pulled her closer, “it was almost my baby.”
“It wasn’t.”
“You told me to-”
“This is a disaster,” Ochako sighed, shaking her head. “Disaster. He thinks we’ve had sex.”
“We have,” Yo frowned as they continued walking. “Not recently. Hey, I’ve offered my services-”
“Stop talking.” Ochako closed her eyes for a moment as she tried not to think about the feeling of Katsuki’s hand at the center of her back hours ago. “Just because my stupid pregnant brain wants sex doesn’t mean I'm giving in.”
“You’re supposed to honor your pregnancy cravings,” Yo reminded her. He playfully hooked an arm around her shoulder as he tugged her against him. “What kind of boyfriend-”
Ochako snorted. “I thought you were the baby daddy,” she mocked as they entered the locker room.
“Maybe we should just get married?” Yo suggested with a mischievous grin.
Ochako stared at him.
“You could do worse.” He twirled a finger before him, telling her to turn around. “Besides, my health insurance is pretty damn good.”
She laughed. Her zipper slid down her back, allowing air to fill her lungs. Ochako moaned loudly as her skin immediately cooled.
“You good there?” Yo chuckled, gently grabbing hold of her as she swayed.
Ochako frowned at the feeling of his hand on her back. “Yeah.”
Katsuki’s hand had felt better.
“My feet are swollen, and I’m sweating in places I didn’t realize would sweat.” She confessed, looking at him with a little grin. “And I’m starving.
Yo nodded. “Food massage and dinner. You got it.”
Ochako grinned.
“Get ready to have a small mountain of peanut butter sandwiches.”
Katsuki stood at the locker room entrance, clutching his shirt as his chest ached.
Why did it have to hurt so much?
To be Continued…