Pet's Hero || BNHA Omegaverse (Sequel)

Chapter 4

"Wait." Ashido blinked rapidly, unsure how to process what she'd just heard. "Repeat what you just said."

"What? No! That was a whole story, babe, I can't just say it all over!" Kirishima whined, looking at her desperately. Ashido let out a huff and shook her hands in front of her face.

"No, no. The vomiting part. He said that was normal?"

"He didn't say it was normal. He said Izuku didn't think much of it. Anyways, why am I telling you this?" Kirishima asked, clearly regretful.

"Hey, hey. Be quiet. I'm thinking." Ashido pressed her pointing fingers to the sides of her head, doing her best to concentrate.

Izuku thought that throwing up was normal. He wasn't that stupid, so there had to be something to it, right? Something was calling for her in the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite put a finger to it.

"Ashido...?" Kirishima called out, exasperated.

"Shush. My woman's intuition is currently riling up a storm. I can feel something." Kirishima rolled his eyes and suppressed a laugh. It's not that he didn't believe in woman's intuition, but she had to be exaggerating. What was there to be contemplating so hard about other than the fact that Izuku was simply very tolerant and wasn't one to seek help?

Ashido, though, was clearly thinking intently. Something was about to click, she could feel it in her gut, and so she ignored her husband as she tried her best to understand what she was feeling.

Vomiting, normal. Why? Why would it be normal? Why should it be normal? When would it be normal? Did Izuku have some condition beforehand that he didn't tell anyone about? No, that's not it. It has to be something else. Throwing up...when is it considered normal, when, when...?

Ashido gasped and straightened, cupping her mouth. Kirishima hummed and raised a surprised eyebrow, turning back towards his wife.

"Ashido? Something clicked?" He called out to her from the living room. Ashido didn't respond, slowly retreating her hand from her mouth.

"Oh. My. God. No fucking way." Ashido rasped out, eyes wide.

"Ashi–"

"I'm going! I'll text you later!"

"Hey, wait–" Ashido was already in the hall, putting on her coat and shoes, and she was out before Kirishima could say anything else. Kirishima shook his head and lowered his outstretched hand, simply letting Ashido be.

Ashido, meanwhile, was on the verge of screaming.

No fucking way. No fucking way! She thought to herself. Is Izuku seriously pregnant?!

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Katsuki stroked his hair back again, even his own body currently agitating him. Izuku wasn't answering his texts, and it was extremely agitating, especially when he had so much to say. Where was he at anyway?

Katsuki could call around and ask, but he wasn't sure if Izuku wanted to see him. But he could make up for that, right? After all, this time, he'd be calm, rational. He'll treat him as his partner, not as his omega, even though those two seemed relatively close. But no, he'll draw a line between them, and he'll make sure that Izuku understands that he can tell the difference. That should be able to help make up for what he had caused, right?

Katsuki hit his head against the backrest of the couch, but even that couldn't get him to snap out of his restlessness. He needed to talk to him, now. He was never good at being patient, and this was the worst case scenario for him. He had to wait to apologize, of all things, and he was not good with either of those. So he had to do it. Like, right now.