Our Secret (BakuDeku) •Omegaverse•

Our Secret: Little One

Third person PoV:

As Kaminari and Kirishima sat with the rest of their squad, chatting alongside the "Deku Squad" who had come to visit from the Endeavor Agency, the air was filled with lively conversation.

“I haven’t seen Bakubro or Midobro in forever!” Kaminari exclaimed, his arms making exaggerated gestures to emphasize just how long it had been.

“I know, man. I hope Bakubro's doing alright,” Kirishima added, crossing his arms with a thoughtful frown.

“Well, I talked to Deku-kun the other day, and he said everything’s going fine!” Ochako chimed in, her usual cheerfulness brightening the group. Todoroki nodded silently in agreement, his gaze distant but attentive.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the chatter. “Hah? You guys talkin’ shit about me, or what? Shitty extras,” Katsuki's voice rang out from behind them, loud and unmistakable.

They all turned, startled. “Bakubro, you’re—” Kaminari started, but his words trailed off as his eyes widened in shock. “...Back?”

Katsuki stood there, holding a tiny bundle of blankets against his chest, a baby carrier strapped to him, a bright pink duffle bag slung over one shoulder, and a wedding band gleaming on his left hand.

With a frown, Katsuki dropped into the seat next to Kirishima, his expression full of irritation as he scowled at the group.

After a moment of eerie silence and awkward glances, Shoto, ever the bluntest of the group, spoke up. “Is that your kid, or did you steal it from a random Omega on the street?” he asked, his expression deadpan.

“OF COURSE I—” Katsuki stopped himself, leaning back to peek into the bundle of blankets, checking if the little one had woken up from his yelling. Thankfully, the baby remained sound asleep. Still, he frowned and continued in a harsh whisper. “Of course I didn’t, half-and-half bastard!”

“Okay, but why didn’t we know you were married?” Shoto asked again, clearly enjoying Katsuki’s sour mood.

“Why the hell would I tell you?” Katsuki shot back, holding the baby closer.

Shoto shrugged, but Kirishima stood up, his dark red eyes welling up with tears. “Why didn’t you tell me, bro? I thought we had something!” he wailed dramatically.

Katsuki stared at him, utterly bewildered. “Why in the ever-living fuck are you crying?! Isn’t your whole thing about being manly? Crying like a little filly isn’t manl—”

“Of course it’s manly! Expressing your emotions is manly!” Kirishima cut him off, defiant.

Katsuki sighed, rubbing his temple. “Listen here, birdbrain. My Omega didn’t want anyone to know we were married, much less that we—uh, they—wanted me to tell anyone about our daughter.”

“Daughter? A beautiful baby girl? I HAVE TO SEE HER!” Ochako exclaimed, eagerly walking over to Katsuki to get a better view of the baby.

“Hell no, pink cheeks. My Omega forbade me from letting anyone hold her... or touch her... or kiss her. Something about bacterial meningitis or some shit,” Katsuki grumbled, pulling his daughter protectively closer.

“I never asked to hold her; I asked to see her adorable little face!” Ochako insisted, crossing her arms, clearly not taking no for an answer.

Katsuki sighed, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He was proud of his daughter—glad to call this little angel his—so he gently pulled down the soft fabric covering her tiny face.

Ochako gasped when she saw the baby. She was absolutely adorable, with a head full of curly blonde hair and freckles dotting her little face and hands. As Ochako looked on in awe, the baby’s eyes fluttered open, revealing the most gorgeous emerald green eyes.