The city of Musutafu bustled with its usual vibrancy, the sounds of pedestrians mingling with the distant hum of traffic. Spring had arrived, ushering in warmth and color, and with it a renewal of life. However, for Izuku Midoriya, life had taken on a new form—one filled with both anxiety and excitement. He cradled his pregnant belly gently, feeling the subtle shifts within that marked the life growing inside him, a little miracle conceived amidst chaos.
It was still surreal to think of the changes his body had undergone in the past few months. Midoriya was now six months pregnant, a journey that had tested him in various ways he never thought possible. Although he had anticipated some common symptoms—morning sickness, cravings, fatigue—each day brought unexpected challenges that kept him on his toes.
"Midoriya! Are you ready to head out?" Bakugo called from the other room, his voice tinged with an assertiveness that had not diminished even in their domestic life. The affectionate nickname he used before marriage had morphed into a more nuanced blend of gentleness and ownership, a reflection of their deepening bond.
"Just a moment!" Midoriya replied, adjusting the oversized shirt that had become his comfort during this pregnancy. It was a colorful tribute to his hero persona, emblazoned with symbols representing hope and resilience. He pressed a gentle hand against his growing belly, a smile breaking across his face. Though it hadn't always been easy, he was grateful for this unexpected twist in their lives.
As he walked into the living room, he found Bakugo standing next to the door, a protective figure even when his demeanor seemed abrasive. He had taken it upon himself to attend every prenatal appointment, and now he stood fidgeting, sporting his usual scowl.
"You look ridiculous in those clothes," Bakugo said, eyeing Midoriya's casual attire with disdain. "We're not going to a fashion show; it's just the check-up."
Midoriya rolled his eyes but couldn't help but chuckle. "I didn't want to wear anything too tight around my belly."
Whatever spark of annoyance flickered in Bakugo's eyes softened as he stepped forward. He placed a hand on Midoriya's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. "Just so you know, I'll always think you look good, no matter what."
Moments like these had become more frequent, showcasing a level of intimacy and tenderness that Midoriya reveled in. They made those inevitably difficult days manageable, especially considering the physical and emotional toll the pregnancy had taken on him. They shared a love that battled through the fiery storms of their lives as heroes and as partners.
The clinic they visited was a bustling hub of expectant parents, each awaiting their turn amid nervous excitement and the anticipation of new life. As they settled into the waiting area, Midoriya couldn't help but internally compare himself to the other parents-to-be, knowing they could all relate to his experience but feeling uniquely separate from them as a hero.
A mental checklist of "what ifs" began to roll through his mind: What if he was a bad father? What if he wasn't able to balance his hero duties and family life? Would they be able to protect their child from the dangers of the world? Bakugo, ever the confident one, seemed to notice the cloud forming above his head.
Noticing Midoriya's silence, he nudged him with his elbow. "You're not going to start worrying now, are you?" Bakugo's tone was half-teasing, but there was a serious undertone that told Midoriya he recognized the weight of those thoughts.
"Just thinking..." Midoriya murmured, unsure how to articulate the turmoil within. "I want to be the best parent I can be. I want to protect our child."
Bakugo's expression turned serious; his eyes narrowed, and he leaned closer, lowering his voice. "You're an idiot if you think you won't be great at it. You worry too much, Deku." The familiarity of the nickname soothed Midoriya, but Bakugo wasn't done. "We're in this together. You'll have me by your side, and I can pummel any threats that come too close, alright?"
Midoriya felt a wave of warmth wash over him, reminded of the rock-solid support system that Bakugo had built both professionally and personally. "You're right. I just...sometimes I can't help but think of all the things that could go wrong."
"Stop that." Bakugo's voice held a firmness that brooked no argument. "You're overthinking. Just focus on the now, okay? You've got enough on your plate."
The wait for their appointment felt timeless, marked by the subtle movements of the baby within, reminding Midoriya that this was not just anxiety but a shared journey. Eventually, they were guided into the examination room, where the familiar comforts of decor seemed to settle him.
"Everything will be fine," Bakugo reassured him once more as the doctor walked in. There was an ease in Bakugo's presence, and Midoriya felt it pouring into him like a balm.
As the doctor conducted the check-up, steadily taking measurements and listening to the heartbeat, Midoriya felt speechless. The rhythmic sound of the baby's heartbeat resonated against his chest, a promise of new beginnings. Each thump felt like a reassurance that everything was falling into place. He exchanged brief glances with Bakugo, a silent acknowledgment of their shared excitement and burgeoning anxiety.
After the doctor finished, they discussed the next steps, and Bakugo was his usual fiery self, asking questions and demanding clarity on every detail. Midoriya felt a swell of pride watching Bakugo engage, knowing that he would always fight for their family's wellbeing.
"Be sure to keep an eye on your diet, Midoriya," the doctor said as they concluded. "Weight gain is normal, but it's important to eat balanced meals. We want both you and the baby to be healthy."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Midoriya nodded solemnly. The notion of cravings had already introduced a dance of culinary preferences in their home. One day he craved pickles and yogurt; the next, he desired spicy ramen mixed with chocolate sauce. It was an ongoing challenge to keep up with Midoriya's whims, but Bakugo took each demand in stride, even if it involved running out at absurd hours to fetch snacks.
By the time they returned home, the sun had begun its descent, painting the sky with fiery hues of orange and pink. Midoriya settled on the couch, letting out a relieved sigh as he kicked off his shoes. Bakugo scowled but leaned in to rub Midoriya's feet, a gesture so unexpectedly gentle that it made Midoriya swell with affection.
"I think today was a win," Bakugo declared as he looked up into Midoriya's eyes, the earlier tension melting away between them. "Next appointment is in two weeks. You've got this."
The battles they faced as heroes paled in comparison to the emotional whirlwind of impending parenthood. Yet alongside Bakugo, there was comfort in knowing they were a team—ready to navigate this adventure together.
As night settled in, Midoriya lay in bed, Bakugo by his side. With a contented sigh, he curled into Bakugo's warm embrace, surrendering to sleep while the world outside hummed with the usual rhythm of life. Therewas anxiety, yes, and fear lingered in the shadows, but nestled within that cocoon of affection, Midoriya felt an unwavering hope: they would rise to meet every challenge together, just as they always had.
Little did they know that the real challenges of parenthood were yet to come. But for now, with their hearts beating in sync, all felt right in their world.
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Unexpected bonds
FanfictionThis story is based when class 1A are all 24 years old. Midoriya lost his quirk in the battle against shigaraki but Eri restored it to him with her quirk so midoriya became the number two hero, Bakugo became a hero and kept climbing the ranks. When...
