ch.3 | ours

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WARNING: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF PREGNANCY

bakugou lifted deku by his collar, but with his damaged arm, barely brought him an inch above ground.

"deku, do you really want my kid's first experiences of life to be of being grounded?!"

"of course not," he laughed, "that's why you're having an abortion."

"deku!"

"what, you really think you can keep that thing?" his voice grew louder. "conceived during ramadan, an unholy beast, not to mention, he's NOT EVEN MY SON."

bakugou dropped deku. 

"he could be. he could be ours!" bakugou took deku's hands into his own. "can't you picture it? you, me, and..."

"joanna." deku murmured. the name had slipped out of his thoughts inadvertently. 

"joanna." bakugou decided, tearing up. "it's perfect."

a soft smile spread across deku's face. "it will be." 

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recently, bakugou had been especially snappy. incessantly asking about dinner. deku made miso soup, onigiri, katsudon, oyakodon, okonomiyaki, mochi ice-cream, sukiyaki, and ramen, but bakugou, despite having requested them, refused to eat, leaving deku to absorb all the food. now it looked like deku was the pregnant one.

he looked in the mirror, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "i'm so fat."

"oi nikocado, get me a beer!"

deku shook off his anger. he had to remember what he was doing this for. he walked to the fridge and got out bakugou's favourite beer.

"here," he passed it nonchalantly.

"about time!" bakugou chugged the drink, and expelled gas from both ends of his body.

it would be over soon.

"deku, i'm going into labour!"

in fact, right now!?

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