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I. Kaminari Denki
It all started with Kaminari overhearing a rather strange conversation.
“It’s only going to be hard at first, sweetheart. And we’re getting ready for his arrival”, Todoroki said into the phone, leaning against the small coffee table. “Seriously, I can’t believe it… It was about time we grew the family.”
That was when he noticed Denki’s presence in the room and gave him a small nod in greeting while saying goodbye to his husband, ending the call and pouring himself a cup of bitter coffee, completely oblivious to Kaminari’s pale, shell-shocked expression.
Unaware of the chaos he had just set in motion, Todoroki left the room, leaving behind the scent of mint and honey and one very, very incredulous blond beta.
Denki had to tell the others.
*
“Dude, pinch me. You will not believe what I just heard!” Kaminari blurted out as he approached Kirishima, practically buzzing.
A few interns glanced at them in awe (after all, they were standing in front of heroes ranked fourth and seventeenth) but didn’t linger long, quickly heading off to their duties. Denki looked around and, once he confirmed the hallway was empty, lowered his voice.
“It’s about Bakugo…”
“What?!”, Kirishima exclaimed. “What about him, man?”
Eijiro had just returned from a fairly complicated patrol, so Denki acting like this didn’t exactly help calm his nerves during an already exhausting shift; still, hearing Katsuki’s name, who happened to be off that day, sparked his curiosity.
“We need to gather the others”, he said, mentioning Sero and Mina, already heading toward where their friends would most likely be.
Sure enough, Ashido and Hanta were sampling snacks from the vending machine while gossiping about something random that had happened earlier during patrol. When they spotted the beta and the red-haired alpha approaching, Mina greeted them with an enthusiastic, “Hey!”
“Denki has something to tell you”, Eijiro said.
Kirishima had tried to squeeze some information out of Kaminari on the way over, but the beta had refused to say anything unless everyone was present; he wanted to see their reactions to the news. He took a certain pride in being the first to know.
“Sit down, because what I’m about to say is explosive!” Sero and Ashido exchanged excited looks. “We’re going to be godparents!”
“What?!”, Hanta shouted after the stunned silence. “Godparents, like of a baby? Who’s having a baby?!”
The confusion was written all over their faces.
And yet, the Bakusquad would soon have a baby; which, by itself, made absolutely no sense, considering none of them were mated, except for…
“Bakugo.”
Ashido gasped, barely suppressing a squeal.
“Bakugo… our Katsuki? Are you sure?”, Kirishima asked, incredulous.
It was no secret that Katsuki (the only omega in the group, from the infamous former Class 1-A) didn’t get along with kids. Let alone having one. Ever since his mating with Todoroki a year ago, pups had been a forbidden topic, whether among fans or friends. Talking about babies around him was like lighting a fuse that led to immediate explosion.
So how could that Bakugo be having one now?
“Of course I’m sure, Kirishima. I wouldn’t lie about something that serious; that’d be low. Look, I was grabbing coffee when I overheard Todoroki talking to Katsuki… Totally by accident, I swear, but he mentioned they were getting ready for someone’s arrival and that their family was finally growing. That has to mean a baby!”
“That actually makes sense”, Ashido murmured, drawing their attention. “Bakugo’s been acting weird…”
“One day he was so pale I thought he’d pass out mid-rescue! And then, a few days later, he said he ‘needed to take a break’ from patrols,” Kirishima exclaimed, eyes wide. “Man, how did we not notice sooner?! This is insane… Like, it’s a baby. His and Todoroki’s. A mini Blasty…”
“It’s going to be so cute…”, Mina whispered happily.
“And he’s been avoiding alcohol on Bakusquad nights. At first I thought it was to avoid hangovers before patrols, but… he quit entirely. And Shoto… Ah! It all makes sense now. His alpha instincts are so protective of Kats that he actually growled at Midoriya. Midoriya, man. The guy who feels guilty for killing mosquitoes. Shoto made him whimper just for getting too close to Bakugo.” Sero went pale. “I need a shot of tequila… Who would’ve thought he’d be the first one to have a kid?!”
“I swore it’d be Denki!”
“Why me, man?!”
“Because you’re the slut among us.”
They exchanged looks and burst into laughter, trading insults and light punches, the kind only friends who love and hate each other equally can pull off.
“So what are we getting the baby?”, Mina asked, interrupting the heated debate between Kaminari and Hanta. “It’s tradition to give something before the pup’s born, right? I mean, we’re not really a pack or anything, and I don’t even know if Bakugo sees us as one, but I’d like to give him something.” She sighed, wistful. “For good luck and stuff…”
“Kacchan doesn’t care about pack things, you know that. He never wanted to bond back at U.A… But regardless, we’re his best friends.” Kaminari stepped closer and gently squeezed the alpha’s arm. He couldn’t sense pheromones, but Mina’s downcast expression said enough about how she felt not being part of a pack.
“And Todo-bro’s gonna love it too!”, Kirishima said brightly.
“So what should we give? Hmm… When’s the baby due? It shouldn’t take long, right?”, Sero asked. “What about a blanket? Pups love those. I had one and I loved it…”
“Wait! He doesn’t know we know yet.” Mina raised her voice over the excited chatter. “Does Katsuki even want us to know? You know him, he’s going to lose it if we start meddling in his business.”
“But the baby…”
“Kami, listen to me. Katsuki avoided us for days and nearly blew you up when we accidentally found out about him and Todoroki. He hates people knowing about his life without permission. And a pup is a big deal… He’s probably feeling unstable, hormones and all. Omegas and alphas go feral during pregnancy; there’s a reason Shoto snapped at Deku-kun.” Mina was the group’s counselor (not always, of course), mostly because she knew more about omegas than the others after briefly dating Camie.
“So we’re not giving a gift now?”, Denki asked, deflated.
“No. Not until he knows that we know about the baby. He’ll tell us sooner or later. And the bump will show soon”, Ashido said seriously. “But… we will drop hints that we’re ready and want this pup in the pack. Oh, I can already tell I’m going to spoil them rotten…” She practically purred like an omega, hugging herself.
“And how are we supposed to make him want to tell us?”, Kirishima asked, cutting through the hormonal haze.
He couldn’t see how this plan would work. It was Bakugo, after all. Baby or not, he’d explode at the slightest hint that his friends were intruding without permission.
And a pregnant omega was the most feral creature alive.
“Isn’t it obvious? We’ll keep dropping hints until… bam! He can’t take it anymore and tells us.”
Eijiro nearly facepalmed at the alpha’s ridiculous idea. At that moment, he was officially promoted to the one with the only two functioning brain cells in the group, considering his friends immediately started celebrating her brilliant (read: terrible) plan.
All he could do was pray the stress wouldn’t harm the baby (or the future mom).
*
The next day, Katsuki was already back at the agency, wearing his usual scowl, his scent mingled with Shoto’s minty presence and a faint hint of fresh milk (something only a pregnant omega would have). Aside from that barely perceptible detail, nothing about him seemed different. But now his friends knew, and they were ready to hear the news straight from his mouth.
It was time to put the plan into action.
“Hey, Kacchan! Careful there, man”, Kaminari said, already taking the heavy box of files from the omega’s hands.
Bakugo had been tasked with cataloging old case files that day and was carrying the massive box through the hallways like it weighed nothing. Watching this, Denki nearly had a fainting spell, terrified the baby would get hurt by having such a recklessly stubborn parent.
Bakugo should’ve opted for a stricter leave, but stubborn as ever, he was pushing it to the limit. At least he wasn’t out on the streets chasing villains and fighting.
“What the hell, Spark?! Give that back!”, he snapped, sparks flying from his palms.
“Relax, Kacchan… I’ll help. Where are you going? I’ll carry it there”, Denki offered.
“And who said I need help?!”, Bakugo barked. “Give it back!”
“Nope. I’m carrying it. What kind of go… good friend would I be if I let you haul heavy stuff around?”
Denki swallowed hard at the near-slip as he headed for the elevator, the omega following close behind, grumbling after being stopped from doing his own job.
“Shitty ‘friend’… I’m gonna kill you.”
Kaminari smiled, realizing he was already a pretty good godfather, taking care of the pup Katsuki was carrying.
*
II. Sero Hanta
Sero wouldn’t say he was Bakugo’s best friend. Out of the whole group, he considered himself the most emotionally distant from him. And don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t personal. It was just that, in ten years of friendship, Katsuki had never once bothered to call him by anything that wasn’t an insult.
Still, he couldn’t have been happier to learn that Bakugo was having a baby, and with Shoto, of all people! (Yes, Hanta would say he was closer friends with Todoroki than with Todoroki’s partner; after all, they talked a lot about the bizarre TV shows Shoto watched, which Hanta himself happened to love.)
And having grown up in a massive pack where there was always at least one pup around, he couldn’t feel more suited to welcoming the small, crying, adorable addition that would arrive in a few months.
So he decided to give the omega something meaningful: a tiny blanket, for the couple to scent.
With the plush fabric wrapped in simple paper, Sero headed to Katsuki’s office, since he was still handling administrative work (though now he knew why). After a few knocks and Bakugo grudgingly telling him to come in, Hanta stepped inside, the gift hidden behind his back, for now, out of the omega’s sight.
“What is it?” Katsuki dropped the papers and glared at him.
“Uh… I came to see if you needed help?” It sounded more like a question than a statement. Bakugo raised an eyebrow, which was encouragement enough for Hanta to keep going, even as he stumbled over his words. “Um, actually, I brought you something… Well, it’s not exactly yours, but it’s for you.”
He handed it over (really, just placed the wrapped bundle on the desk) and waited anxiously for Katsuki to open it.
The omega eyed it suspiciously, then scoffed, his tone edged with a threat:
“If this is some kind of prank, I’ll kill you. It’s bad enough that the Pikachu idiot been following me around like a shadow, acting like a damn butler.”
Hanta chuckled at Katsuki’s irritation. Apparently, he hadn’t been the first to think of trying to please his friend, and his offspring.
“I don’t doubt it”, he said, and Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “But I swear it’s not a prank or anything like that. I just saw it and thought it was something you and Shoto would like, though it’s not exactly for you.”
“What? What is it?” Katsuki raised an eyebrow.
“Just open it and you’ll see what I mean.”
Bakugo huffed, annoyed, but opened the package quickly, though not carelessly, without tearing the shiny paper or ruining it. Rough around the edges and with the emotional control of a walnut, Bakugo was still capable of receiving affection (as long as it happened on his terms).
Once the wrapping was fully opened and the blanket revealed, soft enough to look cozy at a glance, Bakugo lifted it, his expression momentarily lost. The sweet scent of the omega, tinged with fresh milk, filled the air.
Was Katsuki… emotional?
Hanta watched him quietly. It was rare to see Bakugo anywhere outside the spectrum of anger and indifference toward the extras around him.
“Huh?” Katsuki murmured, so softly Sero only caught it because he was standing close.
“It’s a blanket. A little one… It’s soft, right?” Hanta smiled, deflecting lightly. It was still Bakugo, after all.
“I can see that. But why?”, Katsuki asked, calm, almost contemplative, as he stared at the fabric.
In truth, he couldn’t take his eyes off it.
Had Hanta gone too far, giving a gift to a baby he technically wasn’t supposed to know existed yet? Kirishima would disapprove; Mina and Kaminari would call it brilliant. But him… Sero now wasn’t sure whether he’d been tactful or painfully invasive, judging by the way Katsuki reacted to the blanket.
“In case you ever need one”, he murmured, brushing it off, giving up on making his real intention obvious.
It wasn’t his place to draw the truth out.
“Hm… thanks. Shoto’s gonna like it; he was complaining he’d need one.”
Bakugo held it a moment longer, almost tenderly, before folding it back into the wrapping with a soft, foolish smile, the kind that only appeared when he brought his partner into the conversation. Well, now there would be someone else capable of pulling that kind of pure happiness from the usually scowling omega.
Sero watched him for a few seconds longer, but the moment felt too intimate. He chose to leave quietly, offering a small wave goodbye, one that Katsuki may or may not have noticed.
*
III. Mina Ashido
Mina Ashido was an expert on omegas, after countless relationships with some of the most beautiful (and strongest) omegas in Japan. So if Hanta had chosen to give the baby a gift, she would take the other route: pleasing Katsuki.
The mere mention that one of her closest friends was going to have a pup made her want to scream from the rooftops how happy she was.
My God, it was a baby. A little blond one (most likely), with chubby cheeks and mismatched eyes, quiet, so quiet. Or a fiery red-haired little girl, energetic, with red eyes. Or…
Either way, it would be beautiful.
But it was Katsuki’s baby, after all. The Katsuki she had watched grow up, from a troublesome teenager into the impossibly strong man he was now (the only omega in the top ten heroes, and the youngest hero ranked number five), the Katsuki she had seen fall in love, be loved… and now, become a father.
Still, he was also extremely stunted (emotionally and in expression) so how was she supposed to love and support him out loud without getting blown up? It was a tricky balance, because she refused to give up being a good friend to her boys (Katsuki, especially).
Ashido sighed. It was lunchtime. Bakugo rarely went out to eat, preferring the agency cafeteria or his office, but that day he took so long to show up in the dining area that she was beginning to think he’d evaporated through the cracks in the building.
“Hey…”
Then he appeared, wearing a sweater, surprisingly large for a day that wasn’t even that cold, and carrying his tray. The rest of the group was out on patrol, so it was just the two of them that afternoon.
“Hey!” She smiled warmly at him.
And then… nothing. Bakugo wasn’t one for idle chatter, and she was afraid of letting something slip, of revealing she knew her friend’s secret.
“So, Todoroki…”
That felt like safe ground. There was no way that could go wrong, right?
“What about him?” Katsuki chewed his rice, bored.
His ears flushed red at the mention of his partner. As always. Even after all these years, it was cute to see Bakugo still get shy when the topic was Shoto.
“He’s been kind of overprotective, huh?”
It was obvious she was referring to the incident with Deku. Katsuki caught it immediately, narrowing his eyes in irritation, then brushed it off with a shrug.
“Well… alphas only get territorial in very, very specific situations…”
Oh no. She did it, didn’t she? Interfered, and in the worst possible way.
Katsuki growled.
“Ah, well, you know? Midoriya was pretty inconvenient, right? I don’t blame Shoto, honestly.” She offered an awkward smile.
Bakugo fell silent.
Yeah. Nothing else was coming from that.
“But, um… you’re okay, right? You know you can count on me for whatever you need. The others too, they’re clumsy, but they’re good friends.”
He looked at her, calmer now.
“I know”, he said after a brief pause, a fleeting smile crossing his face. “Thanks.”
Mina smiled back, lifting her little carton of orange juice in a toast to their friendship. Bakugo rolled his eyes, but raised his bottle of ginger tea in response.
Ashido hadn’t exactly pleased him. But Katsuki was an omega with many layers, and she knew she’d crossed a few walls already, which was more than enough.
“What’s with the tea?”, she asked at the end of the meal, curious about the unusual choice. It was tea. Katsuki usually preferred plain water or, bizarrely, energy drinks, any liquid was better than tea, which he claimed was too bland.
“Nausea. Fuyumi said it helps.” He shrugged, as if it barely mattered.
Mina held herself back from bombarding him with questions.
That was what she would offer him: her friendly silence, supportive, present, and not invasive.
*
IV. Kirishima Eijiro
Kirishima still thought the whole thing was completely insane. Not the baby, or the fact that his best friend was going to have one, after all, it was perfectly normal for an adult to have children. Sure, it was a little strange that the adult in question was Katsuki of all people, but he could see how well suited his friend was to be a father. Him and Todoroki.
What was insane was the Bakusquad’s insistence on acting out their self-appointed roles as godparents to a pup whose existence they weren’t even supposed to know about.
Even more unreal was the fact that Mina Ashido had been the first to drop the idea. The alpha had approached them the day before, saying she no longer wanted to interfere in the omega’s pregnancy, that when Katsuki wanted to share about the baby, he would do so on his own terms.
Sero followed her lead, preferring to trust that Bakugo would come to them when he was ready.
With no supporters left (Eijiro chose to stay on the fence), Kaminari abandoned the plans with a resigned sigh and said he’d save the gifts for the maternity ward visit.
Yes, the baby would be getting a Chargebolt-themed onesie, because he was going to be the cool uncle.
“Hey, Shitty Hair, where’s your head at?”
Pulled from his thoughts by the omega’s rough voice and the chaos around them, Eijiro snapped back to the present, more specifically, to his den. The sharp, masculine alpha scent (as Kirishima liked to call it) filled the room, though Bakugo didn’t seem to care.
Leaning against his desk while helping pack donations for the shelter kids the alpha supported, none of that bothered Katsuki. Not even the fact that Kirishima was acting stranger than usual, like he was holding onto a secret and fighting not to let it slip.
He’d ask later.
What really bothered him was that he’d been talking nonstop for several minutes while Eijiro’s head was apparently somewhere else entirely.
Damn it, he wanted to be listened to.
“Huh? Were you saying something? Sorry, man, I didn’t hear you.” Kirishima flashed him an awkward, embarrassed smile.
“Obviously, Dumbass.”
“So?”, Eijiro prompted.
“Forget it. Why’d you even call me over to deal with your trash?”, Katsuki deflected.
“It’s not trash, dude. They’re newly released products, toys and Red Riot figures. Apparently the kids love them, and I didn’t have anywhere to store all of it, so it’s better to make them happy. There are also some limited editions I wanted to save for your…” Kirishima stopped short, realizing what he was about to say.
But it was too late. The damage was done.
“My what?”
“What?”, he dodged.
Katsuki crossed his arms and fixed him with a narrowed stare, silently forcing him to talk, or rather, to finish what he’d started.
He wasn’t letting that slip go.
“Uh… for your inner Kacchan. You know, right? We all have an inner child. Figuratively, of course.”
It was bad. Terrible. Even Kaminari could’ve handled it with less force.
“Fine”, Katsuki replied flatly, already getting back to boxing things up.
“What?”
“Fine. I’ll take your premium trash to the child inside me”, he muttered through clenched teeth, half mocking, half fed up.
Kirishima chuckled softly, not missing the fact that Bakugo had echoed his exact wording. Another time, the omega would’ve called him ridiculous and corrected him, but that hadn’t happened, had it?
Was that a subconscious confession?
Well, not his business. He’d been one of the first to oppose the group’s strategy, and now that everyone had agreed not to interfere in Bakugo’s life, he wasn’t about to go against the tide, or the principles and friendship they’d worked so long to build.
He opened his mouth, ready to say something stupid anyway, but Katsuki’s phone rang before he could.
It was Todoroki. All other contacts (including his) were muted. Sometimes Kirishima wished he had someone to love too, just to see if it would change him for the better the way it had changed Bakugo.
“Speak.”
Despite being quietly romantic and utterly in love with his husband, Katsuki was still himself, direct, often too rude.
Eijiro couldn’t hear what the alpha said on the other end, but he watched Katsuki’s expression shift from indifferent to mildly irritated, tinged with impatience.
Was this a relationship argument?
Then again, Bakugo was “impatient” all the time, even with his husband, though Shoto clearly had far more leeway than anyone else.
“A bed? I don’t think we need one. It’s just going to waste money… He’s too small to care where he sleeps”, he said, sighing deeply, like this wasn’t a new conversation but one they’d had more times than they could count.
Suddenly, Eijiro felt like an intruder, but since the omega hadn’t asked him to leave or even hinted at it, he stayed.
Otherwise, Katsuki might get annoyed.
Though… he had been more stressed lately. Hormones, maybe?
“I don’t think we need… Shoto, a bottle? For what? Or whatever. I don’t think that’s essential either. Shut up… seriously, that’s enough.”
He sighed again, clearly out of patience. Kirishima didn’t know if Shoto agreed, but the call ended right after.
“Hey, Shitty Hair… come here”, Katsuki called, sounding oddly shy, almost resigned. “Why are you alphas so… stupid? Like, wanting to ‘take care’ too much?”
Wow. Topics like that were so rare between them that Eijiro froze for a moment.
“Uh… man, I don’t know about me, but I’d say Todoroki’s like that because he values what matters.”
Katsuki shifted on the cushion, thinking.
“He worries about so much dumb stuff…”
“I don’t think it’s dumb, whatever it is. Not to him, at least.”
A small smile tugged at Katsuki’s lips, one he couldn’t (or didn’t want to) hold back.
Bakugo looked like he wanted to say something else, opening and closing his mouth with a frustrated expression, but eventually gave up.
“Forget it… So, where’s your limited trash? I’m done here”, he complained.
Kirishima almost laughed when he muttered: “I’m not even your employee…”, because, first of all, Katsuki had volunteered to help, and second, there was nothing left to do. Everything was packed and ready to be delivered to the little brats sponsored by Red Riot.
He couldn’t wait to officially become godfather to the other little brat who would be born, this time as Kirishima Eijiro.
“Here, bro”, he said, handing Katsuki the box.
Most of it going to him, with one or two items set aside for Midoriya, who hadn’t stopped talking since he heard about the releases.
The alpha was oddly devoted to all their former classmates. It was a little strange, but mostly cute. Eijiro flushed at the thought and quickly shoved it aside before the omega noticed his embarrassed expression and teased him again, already aware of what had been making Kirishima flustered and wear that lovesick grin lately.
“So… you and the others should come over for dinner tomorrow”, Katsuki murmured, suddenly shy. “Shoto wants to tell you something… It’s important to him or whatever, so don’t miss it.” He’d gone from reserved to threatening in record time.
“And is it important to you?”
Damn it, Eijiro, seriously? That was what you decided to ask?
No wonder Katsuki preferred to be discreet, with a big-mouthed idiot like you around.
Eijiro wanted to smack himself, but he was nervous and didn’t know what else to do, so he said the one thing he shouldn’t have.
Surprisingly, Bakugo didn’t ignore him. On the contrary, he blushed and looked away for a moment.
“Maybe… So, are you coming or not? And don’t forget to call the idiots, after how much stress you’ve already given me…”
“Of course, man! You know you don’t even have to ask.”
*
V. Bakusquad
“I can’t believe it’s today!”, Denki exclaimed from the back seat.
“You think that’s what he’s going to tell us?”, Sero asked, eyes fixed on the road.
The four inseparable friends were heading to Katsuki’s place for dinner. When Kirishima had told them about the invitation, it had seemed obvious what Bakugo, of all people, the one who hated having visitors, would want them there for that night.
“If it’s not that, then what is it?”, Kaminari shot back.
“I don’t know, maybe Todoroki learned how to cook some new recipe…” Hanta shrugged. “Though I really hope not.” He made a face, as if recalling some past trauma.
And it wasn’t even absurd for Sero to say that, since Shoto frequently invited his friends over to celebrate any little thing (or achievement) that happened to him, from learning how to make soba by himself (even though the noodles were incredibly inedible, like every other dish Todoroki attempted afterward) to opening his own agency after deciding he no longer wanted to be a hero living in his father’s shadow.
Still, a baby announcement, given the circumstances and the context, was more than believable, especially because it had been Katsuki himself who invited them. Usually, he only showed up to Shoto’s dinners because he lived there and had nowhere else to go to escape the forced socializing with all those extras.
There was no way it wasn’t a pup. Should they have brought something? No… the omega would get stressed if he found out they already knew before he even told them.
“You’re late”, Bakugo said the moment the doorbell rang.
Well, it had been thirty minutes past the agreed time, but Hanta had volunteered to drive despite being the slowest of the quartet. Still, he wouldn’t trust Mina or Kaminari to turn down drinks, or Kirishima, who would definitely leave emotional after the very likely godfather invitation.
God, they were already way too invested, weren’t they?
“Mina took too long.”
“What?! I didn’t! If I remember correctly, it’s your fault, you spent half an hour arguing over who would sit in front with Sero!”, she accused, irritated by the criticism of how long she’d taken to do her makeup.
“Hey, the copilot role is important!”, Kaminari defended himself, hands on his hips, indignant.
He had lost to Kirishima.
“You can sit up front with me on the way back. That is, if you’re not passed out”, Hanta consoled him with a half-smile.
Bakugo watched the interaction in silence, then sighed and finally let them into the apartment so everyone could settle in.
“Seriously, Shoto, you saved me from having to order some junk food”, Mina greeted him, though she wasn’t sure whether she should thank him for the invitation or pray that Katsuki had helped at least a little with the cooking (as in, done everything and left Shoto in charge of plating and drinks).
Todoroki gave her a gentle smile, grateful for the implicit compliment.
“So… is there a reason we should know about? Bakugo here was pretty brief about, well, everything”, Denki asked as soon as Katsuki walked away to do something.
“Ah, yes… We have an announcement, I guess.” Then he glanced at his partner setting the dinner table. “Though Katsuki doesn’t think it’s important… Well, you know how he is about sharing his things.”
The guests exchanged expectant looks. If Todoroki noticed, he didn’t comment, just gave a small, satisfied smile and returned to the kitchen with a lightness that hadn’t been common back at U.A., though, ironically, it had become frequent after dating and bonding with Katsuki.
“How about you stop blocking the hallway and go sit down already?”, Bakugo suggested, or rather, ordered.
The apartment wasn’t huge or luxurious, but the couple had made it feel like it was, only warmer, unmistakably theirs. From little figurines of the Class 1-A heroes on shelves and sideboards to ornaments clearly brought from the Todoroki mansion.
After a few minutes, Katsuki snapping at his partner and Kaminari stealing some dessert ahead of time, everyone was finally seated when Shoto cleared his throat to draw attention.
“I think you already know that Kats and I have an announcement”, he said, solemn and serious enough to leave no room for jokes. “Well, he doesn’t really want to tell, but I know you’re important, and you’re part of his life, and mine, too.”
Was that an elegant way of calling them nosy? Because they were part of his life, yes, but mostly against his will.
Oh well.
“Just say it already. Pikachu’s about to electrocute someone”, Katsuki muttered, rolling his eyes.
There was a hint of affection there, one meant only for Shoto, and no one else.
“We decided to grow our family. It was kind of an accident, but we’re happy”, he said, pulling the omega into a half-embrace.
It was cute, watching Bakugo blush and lean into him, wearing an almost-embarrassed scowl. “Cute” and “Bakugo” only made sense together in situations like this, exclusively with Shoto. A little more and he’d start purring, but…
“I KNEW IT!” Kaminari was the first to shout after a moment of silence.
Soon the dining room filled with loud voices talking over one another. Katsuki caught scattered words, “godfather,” “spoil,” “diapers”, and frowned, confused.
What were they even talking about? It wasn’t…
Todoroki didn’t seem to care, leaning over the soba Bakugo hadn’t let him prepare alone, hadn’t even allowed him within three steps of the ingredients. Of course he’d create chaos and then eat peacefully, as if Denki weren’t on the verge of electrocuting Mina or anyone within a two-meter radius.
But, hey?
“What the hell are you idiots talking about?”, Bakugo yelled, since otherwise he wouldn’t be heard over the noise.
“What do you mean, ‘what’? The pup, obviously!”, Denki replied, barely containing his excitement.
The omega hadn’t seen him this charged since Jirou agreed to go on a date with him a month ago.
“When is he coming?”, Ashido cut in, helping herself to juice now that Kaminari was no longer a threat.
“Well, he’s already here”, Todoroki replied, gazing at the soba reverently.
“What?! But Kats is right here, and he needs rest, doesn’t he? Man, why didn’t you tell us earlier? Just yesterday we were, was it after?”
“What are you talking about?!”, Bakugo snapped, out of patience.
“The baby, obviously!”
“What baby?!”
“Yours, Kats. Yours and Shoto’s.”
“There is no baby. Where did you get so much stupidity from?”
“But Todoroki just said…”
“It’s a cat, you moron. Shoto rescued him on patrol. Fuyumi couldn’t keep him for more than a couple days, and since we’re already living together, and he always wanted one without his idiot father vetoing it, he brought him home.”
The rest of the Bakusquad looked at each other, then at Shoto, who simply nodded and smiled adorably.
“Soba couldn’t stay on the streets. And he’s just like Katsuki”, he explained, glancing at his partner with mischief. “He’s skittish, but gives in easily to scratches behind the ears.”
“Idiot…”, Bakugo muttered, embarrassed.
“But wait… what about all that?”, Kirishima asked, deeply confused.
“All what?”
“The signs”, Hanta began, then, seeing the omega’s frown, elaborated. “Like… your scent changed. It’s milkier.”
Katsuki stiffened, uncomfortable, but answered anyway.
“It’s Sho’s moisturizer… it mixes with my scent and…”, he murmured shyly. “That’s none of your business!” He blushed.
“And Midoriya? Todoroki growled at him out of nowhere… that’s territorial behavior when an alpha’s protecting a pup and a pregnant partner.”
“That was a misunderstanding…”
Now it was Shoto’s turn to blush, awkward and slightly remorseful. He didn’t elaborate, and no one pushed. Whatever had happened, it was probably resolved, Izuku wasn’t one to hold grudges, nor was Todoroki.
And besides, it wasn’t their business. Katsuki would hate seeing his alpha pressured.
“And the time off? I mean, the leave and suspension from patrols?” Kaminari suddenly remembered, Mina nodding enthusiastically.
“The old man forced me. I didn’t want to take vacation… and I haven’t paused the suppressors lately…”
That was entirely reasonable. Bakugo’s routine could drive any omega insane (anyone, really). The leave was a mild “punishment.”
No wonder he’d been on edge lately.
“So the conversation Denks overheard…”, Mina murmured to Sero, not quietly enough.
“What conversation?”, Bakugo asked, narrowing his eyes at Kaminari.
One wrong answer and the group that had just learned they wouldn’t gain a member would lose one.
“One day in the break room, Todoroki was on the phone with you. It really sounded like it was about a baby you’d have”, he admitted softly.
“So you decided to act like idiots around me?” Bakugo crossed his arms, exhausted.
“We thought you wouldn’t want to tell us right away, so we tried to make you comfortable with us already knowing. We just spoiled you, man”, Kirishima explained when the others fell silent, ashamed.
“Looking back, it must’ve been weird. But we couldn’t risk asking and upsetting you more”, Sero added.
“It was. But I just thought you were being idiots again, with half your neurons fried or something.” The omega shrugged. “Still… thanks for caring, I guess. Though I don’t think I’d be able to keep it a secret if that were the case.”
“Because you love us and would tell us immediately that we’d be godparents?”, Mina suggested, grinning.
“No”, he replied flatly.
She shrugged. What could you do?
Maybe that’s why they’d been friends since U.A., not overly sensitive, respectful, never expecting the omega to be soft and sweet.
“So… want to see Soba?” Todoroki returned (when had he left?), carrying dessert cups, probably ice cream, since Kaminari ate all the pudding.
Definitely ice cream. Maybe strawberry with something resembling chocolate syrup.
The guys nodded enthusiastically while Mina cooed about how the pup must be soft and adorable and how she could barely wait to hear his sweet meows.
Katsuki was tempted to ask if she wanted to take the noisy little feline home with her, but that would break Shoto’s heart, and God forbid upsetting his alpha.
“So… no baby at all?”, Kirishima asked later, after Todoroki appeared holding a white cat, the group playing with Soba like he was a plush toy.
“No, idiot”, Bakugo grumbled.
“What baby?”, Shoto asked, approaching as if he hadn’t been present earlier, though, in fairness, he probably hadn’t been paying attention, distracted by soba. Especially soba made by his husband, with the recipe he loved and Katsuki refused to share.
“Ah, the baby we thought Katsuki was having, since he’s been acting weird lately”, Denki said, already satisfied from petting the kitten. He carried a cup of something he’d found in the cabinet.
Shoto hummed in understanding and looked at Bakugo for clarification. The omega shrugged.
“No babies”, he repeated, unconcerned, he’d been stressed enough already to risk triggering his heat early.
God, he hoped not.
“But we could have one?”, the alpha asked, with that pleading look, the same one he used when asking for food or affection after a bad patrol.
Silence fell over the living room. The others, suddenly possessed by rare common sense, fled the apartment before hearing Katsuki’s answer:
“I could think about it…”