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Izuku had had enough. He was 35 weeks pregnant, and his entire body hurt; his husband's snoring was the last straw. He had tried to be nice; he had gently nudged Katsuki and asked him to roll over. He had vigorously shaken him and demanded he roll over, but nothing seemed to work. Izuku understood he was a pro hero and a very tired man after work, but his patience had run out. Pregnancy had his body in a state of disarray; his legs were swollen, his hips ached, he had a baby's head resting firmly in his pelvis, and his bladder was none too happy. What he needed right now was sleep, and there was only one way he could see himself getting any.
Izuku rolled himself off the bed, took the corners of the sheet in his hands, and announced, "Last chance, Kacchan, roll over."
Izuku needed to get sleep, and he knew it. He was 35 weeks pregnant and had just gotten up to pee for the millionth time, and his husband was still snoring away happily in bed. Don't get him wrong, Izuku wasn't upset that his husband was sleeping, not at all. He was, however, unhappy that Katsuki was snoring. That god-awful sound had been grating on his nerves for weeks, and tonight was the final straw.
You see, Izuku had been kind; he had gently shaken his husband and asked him to roll over. Unfortunately, Katsuki had just made a god-awful noise like a leaf blower choking and slept on without a care in the world.
From there, Izuku may have escalated things and vigorously manhandled his husband and yelled that he needed to roll his sorry ass over or sleep on the couch. To this, Katsuki had very little reaction; he did what Izuku called "gobbling air" and then farted in his sleep, and left Izuku very angry.
It was when Izuku was hovering over his dear husband's face with a pillow that he began to wonder how they had gotten to this point. Was smothering him really the answer to his problems? NO, of course not. He would surely regret that in the morning....or when the body started to smell.
It was then that Izuku had a stroke of genius, an idea that would surely bear fruit. He gently rolled his hugely pregnant self off the edge of the bed and grabbed the corners of the sheet firmly. Once more, he tried to encourage his husband to do the right thing, "Kacchan, please roll over, your snoring is keeping me awake." To which Katsuki grumbled, groaned, and choked on a snore before starting back up again at max volume.
Izuku gripped the sheet tighter in his hands before mumbling to himself, "You've left me no choice." Then he used 1% to pull the sheet taught and roll his husband onto the floor with an unceremonious thump. Izuku wasted no time climbing back into bed and lying back down; he had sleep to catch up on after all.
Katsuki growled, groaned, and sat up on the floor, "What the hell happened?" he moaned, holding his head.
"You were snoring, and I asked you to roll over. You must have overdone it," Izuku sighed, nuzzling into his pillow, "goodnight Kacchan."