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"We should take a break."
Kirishima froze.
His fingers reached for the sleeve of Bakugo’s shirt—desperate, trembling—but he missed. The blond had already turned away, his footsteps echoing as he left the apartment they had once bought together at the reckless, hopeful start of their love.
Just like that.
Everything shattered.
In a single heartbeat.
“Baby… what have I done?” he whispered, his hand drifting to his stomach—still flat, still quiet. He stroked it gently, protectively.
Now there was only him
and his unborn pup.
---
“Did you know?”
The question hit him the moment Kirishima stepped into the office. Mina stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp with curiosity—the same best friend he’d had since their days at UA College.
He sank into his chair, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin.
“Know what?”
After the breakup with Bakugo, he had taken a week of emergency leave. A week to calm the storm inside him—though his omega instincts screamed for his alpha. Craved his scent. Needed it.
He had heard the first trimester was the most fragile time.
“Hello? Earth to Eiji?”
Kirishima jolted, offering Mina a sheepish grin.
“Sorry. Got lost in my head.”
She shook her head.
“Did Kacchan fuck you stupid last week? Is that why you vanished so suddenly?”
She laughed at her own joke.
Kirishima didn’t.
“So… what were you going to tell me?” he asked instead, changing the subject.
“Oh—right! It’s about Midoriya.”
His brow furrowed.
“What about him? Is he okay?”
“He’s being courted. He announced it last week.”
Mina shoved her phone in front of him, the group chat glowing brightly.
Oh.
Kirishima’s heart stuttered.
He forced himself not to spiral, not to assume—but his breathing quickened anyway.
It all lined up too neatly.
The day Bakugo asked for space—
the same day Midoriya shared his news.
Could it be… Bakugo?
A sharp pain stabbed through his abdomen.
“Eiji? What’s wrong?” Mina’s voice cracked with panic.
Kirishima clutched his stomach, a broken groan slipping from his lips. Black spots danced across his vision.
“Help!” Mina’s voice sounded distant, warped.
He wanted to reassure her—but his body gave out.
And he collapsed.
---
Mina stared at Kirishima’s pale face.
He lay motionless on the hospital bed, machines humming softly in the sterile silence. Tubes, monitors—too many things beeping, reminding her how fragile he was.
She exhaled shakily, scrubbing her face with both hands.
“Kat… Katsuki…?”
Kirishima’s weak voice made her jump.
“Eiji! You’re awake?” She rushed to his side, gripping his hand tightly.
“Yeah…”
One second passed.
Two.
Three.
“Why are you crying?” Mina asked urgently. “Does something hurt? I’ll call the doctor.”
Kirishima shook his head. He tried to wipe his tears away—but they only fell faster.
His hormones were still out of control.
“Eiji… do you want me to call Kacchan?”
She hesitated. The nurse had told her there was no emergency contact listed.
“No…” Kirishima whispered. “We broke up.”
“Oh, Eiji…”
Mina pulled him into a careful hug—only to release him when the door creaked open.
A doctor stepped inside.
“Good evening. Though in your case, it’s hardly good,” he said calmly. “You were close to miscarrying, Mr. Kirishima.”
Mina’s eyes widened.
“He’s… pregnant?”
“About eight weeks.”
Kirishima said nothing.
“Where is your alpha?” the doctor asked.
Kirishima shook his head again.
The doctor turned to Mina. “He’s lacking nutrients, stability, and—most importantly—the scent of his alpha. If this continues, he will lose the pup.”
Kirishima glared at him, arms wrapping protectively around his abdomen.
Even if Bakugo had left without explanation—
he already loved this child.
“That’s all for now. He’ll need to stay a few days.”
---
“Eiji!”
“Red!”
Kirishima lashed out, claws scraping against the figure in front of him.
Threat.
That was all his omega instincts screamed.
He had only just entered the restaurant with Mina—only to see Bakugo sitting across from Midoriya.
Everything inside him snapped.
“Eijirou. Enough.”
A rough voice cut through the chaos, strong hands restraining him.
Kirishima looked up.
Bakugo.
Failed mate.
Failure.
Useless.
Those words echoed relentlessly inside his omega.
“Snap out of it!”
Someone grabbed his shoulders.
“Eiji!” Mina pushed through the crowd—but he was already slipping away.
“Katsuki, I—”
“Save it!”
Bakugo turned, helping Midoriya—who bore fresh claw marks—while leaving Kirishima crumpled on the floor.
His heart shattered.
Was he really that unimportant?
“Eiji, are you okay?” Mina checked him frantically.
He pushed her hands away and forced himself to stand, eyes locked onto Bakugo’s furious glare.
“Is he your new mate, Katsuki?”
Midoriya stammered, trying to explain.
“He is, right?” Kirishima continued softly. “Congratulations. I guess this is it. Thank god you never marked me.”
Bakugo scoffed.
“Let’s go, Eiji,” Mina said firmly.
“Kirishima, this isn’t what it looks like—”
Bakugo growled, cutting Midoriya off.
Kirishima had no right to know.
I’m sorry, pup.
He apologized silently to the life growing inside him, his hand resting against the faint curve of his stomach.
Where did I go wrong?
What did I lack?
Why wasn’t I enough?
Maybe… it was better not to know.
“Farewell, Bakugo.”
And with that, Kirishima walked away—
unable to look back at the man he still loved,
now belonging to someone else.
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The end.