A week and a half has gone by and I still haven't told Hitoshi anything. He's been staying with me every night and asking me if I'm ready to talk about it but I can never bring myself to say the words. I honestly wish that this whole situation would just disappear, then I wouldn't have to worry about any of this anymore. I also wouldn't constantly be thinking about Hitoshi leaving me. If we're being honest here, that's probably what's keeping me from telling him.
I was currently sitting in my psychology class, in the middle of an exam and trying to ignore the nausea. The whole being nauseous all the time thing was getting really old really fucking fast. Towards the end of my exam it was getting too much to handle so I got up and darted out of the room, making it to the bathroom and throwing up everything I had eaten at lunch.
I was in the bathroom for about 10 minutes before I headed back to class, washing my mouth out with water before leaving. When I came back all eyes were on me, Professor Aizawa's aswell. I sighed and went to my seat to finish my exam, feeling completely drained. I felt Hitoshi looking at me but I ignored him as I felt unable to face him right now.
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"Hold it Bakugo, I need to talk to you." Professor Aizawa said as I started to leave. I felt myself tense as I walked over to his desk, feeling Hitoshi eye me before he left the room. "What was that? You know when taking an exam you aren't permitted to just get up and leave."
"I-I know sir, I'm really sorry." I replied.
"You going to tell me what's going on? Don't think I haven't noticed that you've been off lately."
"It's just that, well-" I muttered, not being able to land on the right words.
"What you tell me won't leave this room Bakugo, I'm only concerned about you."
"R-Right. I'm not too sure what my record says but the short version is that I was born female and ended up getting knocked up and I'm now slowly losing my shit." I replied, tears starting to fill my eyes.
"Calm down, it's alright. Does anyone else know? Have you told the other person yet?"
I shook my head, "No, nobody else knows."
"Alright. As I said this doesn't leave the room but I do suggest that you do tell the other person soon seeing as their involved in this as well. Do you know if you plan on keeping it or not?"
"I-I don't know. I've been wanting to tell him but I always end up overthinking and back out."
"Well, there's nothing I can really do to help besides try to look out for you while you're in my class. I can only suggest talking to the other person and go from there, if you need anything don't hesitate to come to me though, alright? I'm here for you." Professor Aizawa said, giving me a soft smile.
"Yeah, thanks." I replied, turning around and heading out the door.
On the other side of the door was Hitoshi. He looked at me the second I stepped into the hall, "Hey, is everything alright?" Hitoshi asked.
"Yeah, everything's fi- Actually, can you come back to my dorm? I need to talk to you about something."
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"My room, yeah? I don't really want Eijiro to over hear anything." I told Hitoshi before we walked into the dorm. Eijiro was sitting on the couch doing an assignment when we walked in. He tried to start a conversation with us but I blew him off, dragging Hitoshi along with me.
When we got into my room I locked the door behind us and pulled Hitoshi to my bed, doing my best to keep the little confidence I had. "What's this about Kat?" Hitoshi asked, his face full of worry.
"It's about what's been up the past couple weeks." I replied, my eyes glued to the floor. I felt Hitoshi take hold of my hand. "I've been really fucking scared of telling you, more scared than I've ever been in my whole life. I- A couple months ago when we ended up fucking I uh, I somehow got pregnant. It's not supposed be possible if you're on birth control and testosterone so I don't understand how this happened. I was stupid and got you involved in my shit show and please don't leave me." I rambled, unable to understand a word I was saying.
"Woah, calm down a little, alright?" Hitoshi said, placing his hands on my shoulders, turning me so I was facing him. "I'm not going to leave you, I already knew."
I felt my eyes widen, "Y-You knew? How? Did you hear Professor Aizawa and I talking? Ho-"
"The pregnancy tests in your trash can. I was with you practically every day, I was throwing something away and noticed them. I was just waiting for you to tell me yourself."
I lightly punched him in the arm as the tears that were brimming my eyes finally fell down my face. "You asshole, you have no idea how scared and anxious I've been about this."
Hitoshi put his arms around me, pulling me close to him, "I know, I'm sorry, I just wanted you to have time to process and for you to talk about it on your terms."
I gripped onto Hitoshi's shirt, burrying my face into his chest. "So you're not leaving?" I asked, half expecting him not to be able to understand my mumbling.
Somehow, he did, "No, I'm not leaving you. I'm staying by your side, you sadly can't get rid of me."
"Bummer, was really hoping to ditch you." I replied, pulling away from him and wiping the tears from my eyes.
Hitoshi had a soft smile on his face. He placed a hand on my cheek, pulling my head close and placing his lips onto mine. I sank into the feeling of Hitoshi's touch, beyond happy that we'd continue having moments like this.
When he pulled away he had a more serious look on his face, "So, what did you want to do? Are you keeping it?"
I sat there for a moment, thinking about what I actually wanted to do for the first time since finding out about the pregnancy. "I-I think so? I mean, it's already been a while so it might already be too late to get rid of it now anyway. I know that it's a lot of work and whatever but if you're ok with it then I guess I'd prefer keeping it."
Hitoshi laughed, his soft smile returning to his face. "Let's do this then, yeah? I'll be with you every step of the way, I promise."
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Fanfiction(College AU: No quirks) Bakugo Katsuki grew up knowing he was different. At age 7 he came out to his parents as transgender. After doing so his parents did everything they could to make their son feel loved and accepted, allowing him to start testos...
