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**Todoroki's POV**
The music pulsed through the gymnasium, a vibrant mix of laughter and chatter filling the air as Class 3-A celebrated the end of their latest training session. Todoroki stood slightly apart from the crowd, a plastic cup of punch in hand, watching his classmates dance and enjoy themselves. He tried to immerse himself in the moment, but an unsettling sensation churned in his abdomen, a cramping that he couldn’t quite shake off.
“Hey, Shoto! You’re not just going to stand there, are you?” Deku called out, his green eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He was surrounded by a group of classmates, all laughing and having a good time. “Come join us!”
“I’m fine,” Todoroki replied, forcing a smile. “Just… enjoying the view.” He took a sip of the punch, hoping it would help settle his stomach. But the cramping intensified, a tight knot that made it hard to focus.
Iida, ever the concerned friend, approached him. “Todoroki, you don’t look well. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I said I’m fine,” he insisted, though his voice lacked conviction. The pain was growing sharper, and he clenched his jaw, trying to ignore it. Just a little longer, he thought. He could handle this.
Suddenly, a wave of pain surged through him, and he doubled over, a scream escaping his lips. The room fell silent, all eyes on him. “Gee, IcyHot. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in labor!” Bakugou’s voice cut through the tension.
**Aizawa's POV**
Aizawa had been leaning against the wall, observing the festivities with a tired gaze. When he heard Todoroki’s scream, his instincts kicked in. He pushed off the wall and made his way through the crowd, his expression serious. “Todoroki!” he called out, reaching the boy just as he straightened up, sweat beading on his forehead. “What’s going on?”
“I… I don’t know,” Todoroki gasped, his face pale. “It hurts.”
“Let’s get you to the hospital,” Aizawa said firmly, glancing at All Might, who had just arrived at his side. “Can you help?”
“Of course!” All Might nodded, his usual exuberance replaced with concern. “Let’s get you sorted, Shoto!”
As they made their way out, Aizawa couldn’t shake off Bakugou’s comment. He glanced at Todoroki, who was breathing heavily, his eyes wide with pain and confusion.
“Todoroki,” Aizawa began, “how have you been feeling lately, health-wise?”
“I’ve been so tired—and ravenous too,” Todoroki admitted, wincing as another cramp hit him. “And my back hurts recurrently, but I thought it was just… from all the training and hero work.”
All Might exchanged a knowing look with Aizawa.
“Has um, anything strange happened to you, like—say nine months ago?” Aizawa asked cautiously, watching Todoroki’s reaction.
“Nine months…” Todoroki murmured, his brow furrowing in thought. “Are you saying that I’m… having a baby?” he sounded almost offended.
“I don’t know for sure,” Aizawa replied, his tone serious, “but it sounds likely.”
Todoroki cried out again, this time more from realization than pain. “No… it can’t be…”
All Might placed a reassuring hand on Todoroki’s shoulder. “Just breathe, Shoto.”
Todoroki nodded, trying to steady himself, but the weight of the revelation was heavy.
“I didn’t even know…” he whispered, his voice trembling.
“Just hold on,” Aizawa urged as they reached the hospital entrance. “We’ll figure this out together.” As they stepped inside, Todoroki took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions within him.