A second chance.

Prologue: The Heartbreak.

The grand wedding hall was adorned with soft white lights and delicate arrangements of roses. The air was thick with excitement and joy as guests whispered and smiled, their eyes darting between the beautiful bride and the groom standing tall at the altar. Everything was perfect. Perfect for everyone except you.

You sat near the back, your fingers gripping the edge of your chair as if holding on to something—anything—would keep you grounded. But nothing could stop the ache that gripped your chest. The sight of your sister, Hana, in her stunning white dress, made your stomach churn. And then there was Katsuki Bakugou, the man you once thought you'd spend forever with, standing by her side, looking more handsome and proud than ever. You could barely breathe.

This should've been us.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the officiant's voice. "Do you, Hana Utsushimi, take Katsuki Bakugou to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Hana said with a radiant smile, her voice strong and filled with love. The love you once thought was meant for you.

"And do you, Katsuki Bakugou, take Hana Utsushimi to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Bakugou replied, his deep voice steady and sincere. The words pierced through you, each syllable a reminder of what you had lost.

Then, with a kiss that felt like a nail in the coffin of your past relationship, they sealed their vows. Everyone erupted into applause, standing to celebrate the newlyweds—everyone except you. Your chest tightened painfully, and before you could stop it, a wave of nausea hit you like a freight train.

The heat rose to your face as you quickly stood, excusing yourself as discreetly as possible, weaving through the cheering crowd toward the nearest exit. No one seemed to notice your sudden departure. All eyes were on the happy couple. The happy couple that wasn't you and Bakugou.

The moment you made it to the bathroom, you collapsed over the sink, the sickness in your stomach finally overtaking you. You emptied the contents of your stomach, the bitter taste lingering as you tried to steady yourself. Was it the stress? The heartbreak? Or...was it something else?

For weeks, you'd been feeling off—nauseous, fatigued. You had been too focused on surviving this wedding, too focused on pretending you were okay, to deal with what your body had been trying to tell you. But now, as you stood alone in the cold, sterile light of the bathroom, reality crashed into you.

It wasn't just heartbreak making you sick.

As you leaned against the counter, struggling to catch your breath, the door creaked open. You froze, lifting your head to meet the reflection in the mirror. Bakugou. His sharp red eyes narrowed in confusion as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell, Y/N?" he asked, voice filled with the usual roughness but edged with something softer—concern. He stepped toward you, the concern deepening as he took in your pale face. "Are you sick or something? You don't look good."

You tried to wipe your mouth, your hands trembling slightly. "I'm fine," you muttered, though your voice was weak, and the lie felt flimsy even to you.

"Doesn't look like it," he said, stepping closer, his eyes scanning your face and your posture. "What's going on? Are you sick?"

You hesitated, knowing what you were about to say would change everything. It wasn't just about you anymore. It never had been. The truth had been lingering in the back of your mind for days, but now, standing here in front of him, it refused to be silenced any longer.

Taking a deep breath, you looked into his eyes and finally spoke the words that would unravel everything. "I'm pregnant, Katsuki."

For a moment, everything stood still. The air between you thickened as Bakugou's expression shifted from confusion to shock. His eyes, those familiar crimson eyes that had once looked at you with love, widened in disbelief. His gaze dropped to your stomach, his mind processing what you had just said.

"Is it...?" His voice trailed off, but the question hung in the air between you. He didn't need to finish it. He already knew the answer.

You nodded, your throat tight, waiting for his reaction.

Bakugou took a step back, running a hand through his spiky blond hair. He looked torn, his brows furrowing as he struggled to find the right words. His eyes darted between the floor and you, panic and uncertainty flashing across his face. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but before he could say anything, the muffled sound of someone calling his name from the reception echoed through the hall.

Hana.

His expression shifted, the reality of the moment crashing into him. "I... I need to think," he muttered, his voice low and uncertain. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving you standing there with the sinking weight of the truth.

Hi guys! This is my first fanfic so I'm still learning! I hope you all enjoy!🙂‍↕️😁