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Everyone was aware of Katsuki's knitting obsession. His physical therapist had recommended him many little hobbies and the omega learned the delicate craft after his second year when life got a little overwhelming after the war.
He needed some way to calm his mind.
As he would say.
And like everything he did in life, he had been talented at it.
And after yet another training session at USJ, on the bus ride back to the dorms, Katsuki was seen knitting away near the windows with balls of yarn on his lap; his dexterous fingers moving in a continuous motion, looping a strand of yarn over one another slowly creating breathtaking fabrications.
Shoto, who had been sitting beside him, relished in watching him create various knitted crafts. It was.. incredible. Katsuki has always been incredible. But seeing him lost head first in his newest project always makes him look more....calm.
The way those crimson eyes would focus intently on the yarn and the complex stitches he was creating, the serene set of his face that Shoto couldn’t even look away from, and on occasion when a particular project is difficult his tongue would peek out in the most adorable way.
Ahhh..how adorable.
He had always looked serene in Shoto's eyes, so soft and at peace and just so beautiful, different from his usual cocky, loud, and explosive personality. Though Shoto loves that side of him too, he wanted to see that sight every day.
His classmates never teased Katsuki for his hobby, primarily because the first time he gifted them with All might themed beanies most of them, save for Shoto, almost cried after receiving those blue, white, and gold knitted presents.
And after that, they were all presented with knitted gifts every so often. Jumpers, beanies, stuffed animals (usually to Aizawa to be given to Eri), anything that the omega was capable of creating, the Class 2-A got as a free gift. Shoto could only imagine how many handmade goodies his family must've received from the Omega.
So no, they never made fun of their classmate for his hobby. Most of the time half of them loved to sit and watch the omega expertly stitch together his newest project even if he was usually in his own world, ears plugged by headphones no doubt playing classical music through them. Katsuki claimed it helped keep him focus.
No one dared to tease him about that either. One tried. And Mineta was found taped on the common room ceiling a few days after.
With everyone used to Katsuki's hobby, it wasn’t unusual for him to be seen knitting on the bus ride after a training session. He's even admitted that it’s his favorite place to work on his projects.
Today was no different.
It had been half an hour since the class had descended from the USJ stadium, there were still a few hours until they reached their destination, so Katsuki decided to continue one of his projects, the omega growing silent as he worked.
It was Kirishima who noticed what the rest of the class had easily missed.
“Hey Bakubro, those socks look a little small don’t you think? I’m not sure anyone’s foot could fit in them!” The red haired man exclaimed loudly, gaining everyone’s attention, reaching over and lifting the sage green knitted socks for the rest of the bus to see.
Uraraka turned around in her seat to peer at what Kirishima was holding and let out a soft aww, the other omega’s heart strings being tugged at something so tiny and adorable.
Katsuki chuckled lightly looking away from the other item he had been knitting. It was the same color as the socks, the yarn looked particularly soft with a rich wool texture. “That’s because It's for a fucken baby now hands off, Shitty hair!” He took the socks back from a stunned Kirishima.
The rest of the bus grew silent, staring at Katsuki strangely. Shoto's attention snapped towards the Omega. His blue eyes flickering between the socks and Katsuki, a deep frown on his face.
“So…you’re knitting baby stuff?” Izuku asked cautiously, trying so hard not to assume anything right off the bat.
Katsuki smirked, eyes sparkling in pride. “Hell yeah I am! I have a huge collection I’m going to make and only have just a few more months to finish it! This here is a baby blanket, it’s so fuckin soft I’m almost jealous I don’t get to use it!” He joked, stroking the sage green blanket gently.
“It...It looks great Bakubro!” Kirishima smiled tightly, his gaze moving to their classmates who had yet to speak a word.
The ever oblivious Katsuki huffed his thanks and popped his headphones back into his ear to resume his project.
“Holy shit.” Kirishima whispered fiercely knowing Katsuki wouldn’t be able to hear him. “You know what this means right?!” The beta shook Sero's arm with wide eyes. “Bakubro is pregnant!"
The rest of the class gasped at the assumption. Whispers and murmurs filled the air as they began conspiring amongst each other, all wondering how far along Katsuki was, when he’d officially tell the class, and who his mate was.
All the noise turned to buzzing in Shoto's ears as he sat looking incredulously at those damn baby socks in Katsuki's lap. Shock and disappointment filled his body at the news.
Katsuki was pregnant?
His inner alpha cried in anguish at the thought of the omega they had been working up the courage to court was suddenly unavailable. He hadn’t even been aware that Katsuki was even seeing anyone, the omega tended to be homebody when he wasn’t training or visiting his family, he couldn’t think of when Katsuki would have the time to meet with someone.
He could firmly say he knew the omega by heart due the both of them spending a lot of their free time together. It had been part of Shoto's plan to slowly warm the omega up to the idea of them courting.
It was a plan that he had been conjuring up since they were both sixteen when Shoto had gotten a whiff of Katsuki's mouth watering caramel scent at their first year and experienced what a sharp tongue and determined personality the omega possessed. From that day on, Shotos had vowed to make Katsuki his. No matter how much time it took or the distance between them, he will make it happen, if so Katsuki desires of course.
After they had begun to spend more time together, Shoto had assumed that it was safe to say that the blond wanted him as his Alpha. After all, they did a lot of courting things already; the subtle scenting, the meals Katsuki would make him for lunch or dinner, the way the omega never strayed too far from the alpha keeping some part of their body touching in one form or another.
Heck, there were even times that they spent the night at each other's dorms tangled up in each other, where Shoto would have the utter privilege to witness the way Katsuki wake in the morning with mused hair and sleepy eyes or how he tended to wrap his limbs around Shoto like an adorable little octopus.
It was as if they were magnetized to one another, unable to stay apart for too long.
All of those precious moments together only for it to go down the drain at the sight of those knitted socks.
Two hours later the bus parked in front of the Class 2-A dorms. The class stood from their seats with tired groans, Sero helping his sleepy mate off the bus followed by Izuku, Jirou, Kaminari, and Uraraka.
Shoto took a while in gathering his things, still trying to swallow the news about Katsuki. He tried to think back on what kind of alcohol he had stashed in his pantry. Sue him, he was in mourning over the man he was head over heels in love with.
"Shoto?” He looked up from his backpack to see Katsuki waiting for him from the aisle with a small smile on his face
“Are ya comin?” the omega questioned with a tilt of his head.
Fuck.
He was absolutely Beautiful.
Damn that motherfucker that had the privilege of his being his mate.
Then the familiar scent of caramel hit his nose causing him to pause abruptly. It was Katsuki's scent, his brain was screaming at him, just Katsuki's scent. There wasn’t the odor of another alpha intertwined in, tainting (at least to Shoto) the pure smell of summer. Maybe it was a hint sweeter, he assumed it was due to the pup inside of him but he could only smell the omega.
Hope swelled in the Alpha. Maybe Katsuki hadn’t mated with another alpha (or beta), maybe it had just been a one night stand gone wrong. That’s still not ideal in his head but fuck if he couldn’t work with that.
There was still a chance that he could make Katsuki his omega and show him what a real father, a real mate could be like. He would take in the omega and the unborn pup with open arms, raising the child as his own. His inner Alpha was preening at the idea.
Mate, Claim, Mine.
Maybe he’d still have a chance, he would just have to prove it to Katsuki Bakugou.