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WARNING: This chapter contains a hospital ER scene that involves the mentioned pregnancy and bleeding. There is a discussion and anxiety around the baby not being viable and concerns for what is wrong. There's no real angst okay? Okay.
“I don’t know anything.”
“Bullshit.”
There was no way Izuku didn’t know.
“We both know you know,” Katsuki insisted as his eyes followed his friend around the living room.
Izuku sighed, closing his eyes as he dropped the hamper on the couch. “It’s my day off.” He slapped a hand against his forehead as he soothed over the wrinkle on his forehead. “My first full day off in over two weeks.”
“And you’re fucking doing laundry?” Katsuki bit back as he leaned back in his chair. “Loser. How the fuck do you even have time for it?”
Izuku frowned, “Because I need clean clothes.”
“Send that shit out like a normal person.”
“Do you even hear yourself sometimes? Because normal people usually wash their own clothes.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me about Cheeks and the human vibrator?”
Izuku’s eyes widened.
“Fucking-” Katsuki twirled a hand in the air as if he were trying to find the name. “He fucking looks like you but-”
“Excuse me ?” This was certainly news to Izuku. “Who?”
“Why the fuck else would Cheeks get with that slime ball?” he continued, venom hot in his voice.
“Why else do people get into relationships with other people?” This was an easy question. “Because they like each other.” Izuku looked at his basket of unfolded clothes mournfully. “Mutual attraction, mutual interest, biolog-”
“Didn’t ask for a fucking thesis on it.” Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “He was a fucking rebound after you bro-”
“Me?”
“You!” Katsuki yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You couldn’t see what was right the fuck in front of you. Even though, Cheeks is way too fucking good for you.”
Izuku was confident in his ability to argue his way out of a plastic bag, but he had absolutely no reply.
“And now, she’s having a fucking baby with that douchebag,” Katsuki ranted, shaking his head.
“ What ?”
“Don’t fucking play stupid.” Katsuki dropped his hands to his lap. “And wipe that dumb fucking look off your face.”
“Kacchan,” Izuku started, dropping down into a chair across from him, “I don’t have the words to explain to you how confused I am.”
“It’s all over the fucking internet.”
Izuku had just finished working over one hundred hours in less than a week. He’d barely had time to look at his phone. Sure, he’d check the time to add to his patrol notes and text Melissa to tell her she wasn’t a widow. “Okay.” He didn’t have time for social media.
A fact his agent absolutely despised.
“Yes, Ochako is pregnant.” Established fact.
“It’s fucking asshat’s baby.”
Izuku primly covered his mouth as he smothered his laughter with strangled coughing. “I don’t even know who you’re talking about, but sure.” Though, he couldn’t to remind Katsuki of this conversation because he is the asshat in question.
Katsuki growled. “He’s that asshole from the exam.”
“Which one?”
“You fucking know the guy.”
“He vibrates!”
“Vibrates?”
“His quirk.”
“Oh! Shindo! Grand.”
“Grand jackass.”
“He’s not so bad.” He wasn’t. “You called him a human vibrator.”
“Well…”
Izuku shrugged. “Ochako said it was a useful duri-”
“Don’t you fucking finish that sentence!”
Izuku held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay.” Back to the matter at hand. “Why do you think it’s his baby?”
Katsuki opened his mouth.
“Besides whatever is trending on whatever social media app and rumors,” Izuku prompted. He padded the pockets of his pants for his phone. “I don’t even know where my phone is.” Frowning, he turned around frantically to see if he could spot the device somewhere.
“Lemme guess you don’t have your ringer on?”
More like the battery was dead. “Look,” Izuku sighed, “you know better than to believe what you see on the internet.”
“That’s why I’m asking you.”
Izuku could feel the back of his neck burn as he tried to keep his mouth shut. “Well, you should really ask Ochako because it’s her body and-”
“Deku.”
“You know.” Izuku hopped out of his seat like a spooked rabbit. He paced behind his chair as if he were lost in his own living room. “I need to find my phone.”
“What the fuck do you know, nerd?”
He promised Melissa he would shut his mouth. “Hold that thought. I ugh-” Izuku had managed to keep his mouth shut for the last couple of months. “I forget I need to call Melissa about the socks or her, um, crap-” All he had to do was wait for the baby to come out all blonde and angry and definitely a Bakugo. Ochako couldn’t deny it then. “-I need to call my wife.” Izuku scrambled toward the kitchen.
“Bullshit!” Katsuki called out, hot on his heels.
Izuku looked in every possible spot his eyes found.
Countertops.
Drawers.
Inside the empty pot on the stove.
Behind the microwave.
“You don’t think it’s weird Cheeks just suddenly got pregnant?”
Izuku’s hand fumbled in the cookie jar at the center of the counter. “You think it’s weird that Ochako is sexually active? I mean she’s an adult and-”
“No! You moron!”
Izuku wasn’t sure how he felt discussing one of his best friends’ sex lives but okay.
“But Round Face seems like the type of person to save the family shit for marriage.”
Izuku frowned, shooting his friend a scowl as he closed the pantry.
“I don’t mean anything fucking offensive about it. She’s just-” Katsuki’s mouth snapped shut as he struggled to find the words. “This situation seems weird.”
“Weird?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
Katsuki shrugged.
“Would you be saying this if she were married?” Izuku probed, nodding in relief as he finally found his phone nestled between the toaster and the coffee pot.
Right.
He’d placed it there while waiting for his toast.
“As long as she doesn’t marry that fucking dildo.”
Bingo. “So your jealous?”
“The fuck-”
Izuku frowned at the dead screen. He made his way back to the counter and plugged in the device. “The way I see it-”
“Didn’t ask.”
“You did. The act of you stepping in my house and interrogating me means you are explicitly asking. So the way I see it-”
Asshole. “You’re such a fucking shit.”
“Either you’re jealous because you think you might have missed your chance with Ochako, or you only want her because you think she’s in a relationship with Shindo,” Izuku explained as he waited for his phone to turn on.
Katsuki scoffed, “I already said that I’m not fucking jealous.”
“Sure, Kacchan.” Izuku didn’t spare him a glance as he thumbed in his passcode. “Then you only want her because you think you can’t have her because she’s pregnant, and that’s your primal brain seeing her as being claimed and-”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m a happily married man,” he droned, brows furrowing as he scrolled through his phone. “No thank you. And at this point, it would basically be incest so absolutely not.”
7 Missed Calls
3 Voicemails
Izuku slowly pulled his phone to his ear.
“Hey, so I’m on the way to the ER because I’ve been spotting all morning, and everything on the internet says that is a really bad sign.”
He looked over at Katsuki, eyes wide.
Katsuki snatched an apple from the counter. “What?” he muttered, taking a large bite.
“I know you’re busy. This is your day off, but I am trying not to freak out and failing which I think is fair, so-”
“Why the hell do you look like that?”
Izuku lowered his phone, hands shaking as he stared blankly at Katsuki.
“Izuku!” Katsuki called out as he waved a hand in front of his face. “What’s wrong? Who the fuck was-”
“It’s your baby!” he blurted out in one hard burst of air.
Katsuki’s arms went slack as the apple dropped from his hand and rolled to the ground. “No fucking way! How the-”
“She used a donor! A sperm donor!”
Katsuki’s face went white.
“I’ve known you since we were in diapers.” Melissa would have his head later. “She picked you, and there’s a problem with the baby!” He’d already crossed the line, might as well dance on it too. “She’s at the hospital and-”
Katsuki ran.
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“You’re fine.”
“I’m not,” Ochako answered, forcing herself to take slow breaths. “I’m really not.” Her eyes looked over at the monitor she was hooked up to as her fingers fiddled with the band on her stomach. “The baby isn’t even viable yet.”
Yo turned to face her with a frown. “What?”
Her head fell back against the pillow as she took another breath. Ochako stole another look at the monitor screen as her anxiety climbed. “If the baby is in distress-”
“Which they aren’t-”
“They won’t intervene because I’m not far enough that the baby is viable,” Ochako continued as she read the monitor. The heart rate looked okay. Everything she read on the internet terrified her more than the staff's neutral looks and tones. “They’re probably waiting to tell me the baby is dead.”
“Ochako-”
“Of course, this happens after some sleezebag has to post an article about my pregnancy.” She knocked her head against the pillow as she rubbed her stomach. “Telling the world and my parents about a baby that might not even exist.”
Yo sighed, reaching for her hand. “I think you just need to wait for what the doctor says.”
Her parents were upset. They were happy about getting a grandchild, but they wished she had talked to them about using a sperm donor. “I know what they’re gonna say,” Ochako whispered, biting her lip as she forced herself not to cry.
“You don’t.”
“I do.” She looked over at him sadly. “I’ve been bleeding all morning.”
“That monitor says the kid has a heartbeat.”
“Doesn’t mean there isn’t a problem or an infection or something crazy.”
Yo sighed as he looked at the curtain shielding them from the rest of the ER. “It could be a UTI.”
Ochako frowned.
He shrugged. “Well?”
“Are you implying that I don’t know the difference between my vagina and my uretha?”
Yo cringed.
“Because I do.” Her feet twitched at the end of the bed. “I mean, I know I’ve gained some weight, but I can find that hole just fine.”
“I’m trying to help.”
“Is that why Tatami broke up with you?” she teased. Ochako knew why Yo and Tatami’s relationship had ended. The pair had been together since high school, and Tatami feared that their lack of experience would eventually lead to their demise.
She wanted them to experience things without each other.
Other people.
“Definitely,” he nodded sarcastically.
She said they’d see what would happen. If they came back together, then it was meant to be.
“Any hole is a goal.” Yo had disagreed. He’d told her several times that he hadn’t wanted anyone beside her.
“Ew.” Ochako playfully swatted his nose. “No.”
He frowned. “You’ve never tried-”
“No.”
“You’ve got the ass fo-”
“ No, ” she cackled softly, shoving him away.
Yo glanced at the monitor. “Your blood pressure is down,” he noted before looking at her.
“Making fun of you helps.” She took another breath as she rubbed her stomach and looked down at her little belly. “It would be great if you could move now.” She patted above the monitor. “Something.”
“Isn’t that too early for the thing to move?”
“Thing?!”
“I’m sorry! It’s not my fault you want to be surprised!” Yo shrugged. “Isn’t it too early for the little pepper-”
Ochako narrowed her eyes.
“Mochi?”
She was gonna murder him.
“Spicy mochi?” Yo tried again. “Sweet chili? That’s it. The sweet chili.” He released her hand for a second as he clapped his hands together. “Its not my fault you didn’t wanna know the sex of the sweet chili.”
“I’m carrying low, all I want is salty things, and my skin looks great, meaning it is a boy.”
“You’re skin was awful during your third month-”
“Rude!”
“-you literally ate a box of doughnuts the other day, and we can’t tell if you are carrying high or low because you still got a beginner bump,” Yo pointed out. “You just look like you had a huge meal.”
She looked down at her stomach.
“It’s cute.”
“I hate you.”
Yo opened his mouth.
“I don’t give a flying fuck about security! What the fuck are they gonna do? Arrest me?”
Ochako’s eyes widened as she stared at Yo.
“I’d like to fucking see you try.”
“No way.”
“I’m going in there!”
Yo blinked, head tilting to the side. “Is that-”
“No,” Ochako whispered as her heartrate sped up. The alarm on the monitor chimed signaling the climb in her stats.
The curtain flew open as the rings screeched against the metal rod.
Katsuki stood in front of the bed. His face was red from exertion and his jacket hung off of his body. “What the fuck ?”
Ochako dug her heals into the gurney as she pushed herself further up the bed. Her hands cradled the sides of her stomach as she just stared at the blonde in front of her.
“Hey Kacchan,” Yo started getting up and stepping in front of him. He placed a hard hand on his shoulder. “We appreciate your concern but-”
“I’m not fucking talking to you,” Katsuki growled, eyes blazing as smoke burned off his hands.
“Well, you’re not gonna talk to Ochako-”
“It’s not your damn kid!” he snarled. He shoved Yo off of him as he marched toward the bed.
Yo hopped back up, bringing them nose to nose. His fist clenched at his sides as he flashed Katsuki a mocking smirk.
“I fucking dare you.”
Yo chuckled.
“Hit me, you fucking dildo.”
“Yo,” Ochako called out seeing his hand gearing up.
Both men turned toward her.
“Don’t.”
Yo relaxed his hand but stayed between Katsuki and the hospital bed.
“Please.”
“Okay,” Yo smirked, lifting a foot to step back, “you’re not even worth the energy.” A petty taunt that he couldn’t resist.
Katsuki forced himself not to retaliate, and took a step toward Ochako. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” The words were angry, but he sounded broken.
Ochako braced herself as she met his eyes. “What was I supposed to say to you?” She’d rehearsed the conversation in her head so many times, and it always sounded ridiculous.
“That’s my baby.”
“I don’t want to talk about this.”
“That’s too goddamn bad because it’s my kid! I mean, what the fuck!? ”
“Watch your tone,” Yo interrupted, placing a hand between him and Ochako.
“I will fucking cremate you!” Katsuki threatened as he shoved Yo away from him. He wasn’t as mad as he was hurt, perhaps. Katsuki was having a hard time trying to make sense of how he felt about this situation.
“Try me.”
“Bakugo,” Ochako pleaded as she rubbed her forehead, “can we please-”
Katsuki turned back to her. “How the hell could you not tell me?”
There were millions of reasons why. “I-” Ochako had trouble picking the right one to lead with. “I don’t know.” That was the easiest. “You said you didn’t want children!” And that was her most recent justification.
“Fucking what?!” he screamed. “What damn conversation was that?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“The fuck you say?”
Ochako could feel her face burning with emotion. She had to look like a ripe tomato at this point. Her head tilted toward the ceiling as her eyes watered.
“You don’t just get to make this decision without me,” Katsuki wheezed as he dug his hands in his hair. “You don’t get to have a baby, my- our baby and-”
“There might even be a baby!” Ochako screamed. Tears streamed down her face as she finally let herself cry. “I’ve been spotting all morning and everything I’ve read says the baby is dead or there’s nothing they can do to help because their not viable yet.”
He leaped back, bumping into Yo as his back hit the wall.
“So you at me about a baby that might not even be real isn’t helping!”
The rings on the privacy curtain screeched as the doctor stepped into the bay. “Oh?” He looked over at Ochako, sniffling on the bed to Katsuki at Yo, staring in shock, rage, and confusion. “Is this a paternity situation?”
Everyone turned toward him.
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to take that as a yes,” he nodded slowly, making a note on the chart.
“It’s my fucking kid,” Katsuki snapped.
The doctor hummed with non committal agreement as he continued writing.
“Is the baby okay?” Yo questioned, asking what everyone was wondering.
“Oh yeah,” the doctor answered casually as he flipped over his notes. “Baby is good.” He dragged out the affirmation.
Ochako breathed a stuttered sigh of relief.
“This is pretty common,” the doctor continued. “Blood vessels in the cervix become inflamed, and I’m going to guess that you’ve been on your feet a lot.”
“What does that have to do with me spotting?” Ochako questioned hoarsely.
“Gravity, which I’m sure you’re very familiar with.”
The room remained silent.
“Well-” The doctor cleared his throat awkwardly. “Standing puts a lot of pressure on your cervix and that can cause spotting. Nothing to worry about. We’re gonna put you on bed rest for a couple weeks and then take it from there. So, no work, no penetration-”
“Thank fucking god for that,” Katsuki sneered as he glared at Yo.
Yo folded his arms. “Are you jealous that I was the one she literally asked to inseminate her or because we’ve fucked before?” he asked bluntly. “Both?”
“You,” Katsuki growled, foaming at the mouth, “fucker.” His palms smoked as he fought to restrain himself from making good on his promise.
Ochako looked toward the doctor. “If I tried to say that this isn’t a paternity situation you wouldn’t believe me would you?” She wiped her face, trying to look like she hadn’t just been crying.
The doctor smothered a cough between his lips. “It is my job to let you know that we offer paternity tests, but that’s your decision. The most important thing is that you and your little girl are perfectly fine. A couple weeks of bed rest should help and we’ll take it from there.”
“Okay.” Ochako took a deep breath nodding as she rubbed her stomach. “Wait,” she froze, looking over at the doctor with watery eyes. “Did you say girl?”
The doctor paled. “Oh, um, yes.”
Ochako burst into tears as Katsuki struggled with his own emotions.
To be Continued…