⊰ you were a bet ⊱ shinbaku

☽ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ☾

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Three weeks later, and it was the day Katsuki was supposedly going out with Izzie and her friends. He still felt skeptical because the girl often confused him.

But she did have a lot of friends, and knowing her. This hangout could range anywhere from a simple picnic or a wild night of drinking, with stolen alcohol of course.

But he knew for sure it was just a dinner, simple and small. But now Katsuki had to focus on what he ate, it was so annoying and it pissed him off. Like why does he have to be banned from deli meats!? It just felt unfair that things he used to eat weren't allowed.

Especially sushi, which he craved so often, but everytime he begged his dad he was turned down. But he wasn't trying to focus on the things he couldn't do, or the things he couldn't eat. It made him constantly upset. And more upset because the annual fair that came to town was right around the time he'd be 8 months pregnant.

He was just trying to ignore it, and also ignore the few extra pounds he'd put on. "Ugh, dad? Do you have any pants that would fit me properly!" He groaned in annoyance, trying to get his favorite pair of baggy black jeans on, and ultimately he failed at it.

"Oh, I might have a pair, what color would you like, Katsuki?" he asked, looking through his wardrobe.

"Mmm, preferably black jeans if that's okay. I'm just so mad that these stupid pants won't fit! My perfect waist.. Gone." He cried out dramatically. It was much more common for him to cry now. The other day he cried because he saw a cute kitten in a stroller. It was so dumb to him, but so cute at the same time.

Masaru quickly shuffled through, until he found some, they were from his teenage years. He was lucky he still even had them. "Here you go.. You know, your struggles with clothing has given me an idea. Your mother and I have never really thought of making a maternity line, you've inspired me." he said, kneeling down in front of his hormonal son. "Oh, you don't need to cry over some pants. I can tailor them for you and make them perfect, how about that? And then I'll tailor them again once your... bump starts to grow more."

It was a really weird thought for both of them, and it was a topic they mostly avoided because they didn't know how to handle the topic properly. Though anything that revolved around the teens pregnancy was sort of difficult.

"That isn't an awful idea. But then how will you make them normal once I'm not longer.. Don't make me say it please."

He chuckled at his son's remarks. "I won't, I know what you mean. But I'll buy you 20 pairs if I have to just to make you happy. But having your clothes tailored by me may not be the worst idea, you can still wear the same old clothes you like and it should help keep the secret. Of course, until you can't anymore."

"You're so insightful and caring. How are you married to Mitsuki?" he asked with a genuinely confused expression on his face. He didn't even know how he came from his mother some days, he had his days of being a pain in the ass. But hers was daily.

Masaru just held his sons shoulder and looked him dead in the eyes. "Sometimes I wonder how we made a perfect child, I'm still offended you didn't take any traits from me. It's unfair." He said with a small chuckle and just hugged him. "I know the years with her have been rough, but I'm really hopeful she'll come around and change." his father had much more optimism than he did. Especially when it came to his mom.

All the teen could do was shrug. "Maybe, I'm not really confident she will. But thank you for the pants dad, didn't know you were a cool teen back in your day."

"Oh yeah I was! I even wore fingerless gloves! I definitely had more of the style you do now." He said and started to walk out the door just to give him some space. Until he was stopped.