Then There Was Two (Katsuki x Izuku)

Stop, Drop, and Run

A/N late update sorry... not really 😂
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Izuku POV

I was in the bathroom throwing up when he came into the bathroom. It probably looked offending with how I reacted and I may have hurt his feelings. I felt like crap.

He didn't deserve this and neither did I.

I was a hormonal pregnant wreck and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. All my emotions were just too overwhelming.

I wanted to tell Kacchan.

I so desperately did.

But I didn't...

Like a fool I just continued to throw up as he had on a worried and hurt expression on his face.

Never in all my life had I seen Kacchan so sad or worried, especially for me.

I felt tears start to collect in my eyes and my vision became blurry.

I did the only sensible thing a pregnant teenager could do, I ran from my problems.

Of course Kacchan knew my intentions to leave and we sort of had a stare off and he quirked an eyebrow.

I got into fighting position and he did the same.

Each of us daring to make a move.

We should really talk this out but I just couldn't find it in me to talk to anyone at the moment.

I made the first move.

He made a reach for my wrist with his iron grip but I evaded.

I knew Kacchan Better Than anyone else and so I knew how he fought and what moves he used.

The evasion tactic I used was probably not the best I could've done but it wasn't only me we were talking about here.

I stopped and sort of "dropped" to the ground. I had taken a few years of gymnastics so I rolled away like a spy in a movie and quickly got up and ran.

I ran as fast as a pregnant lady could, which was not very fast. I had to make sure that I didn't lose my balance and fall.

I was barely out the door when I felt a grab from behind.

Out of sheer instinct I elbowed Kacchan in the face.

While he was recovering I made my escape.

All I could hear from Kacchan's direction was:

"DEEEEEEKUUUUUUUU!!!"

I winced out of sorrow but I was almost at my house.

I locked the door behind me and slid down the door.

I cracked my knees to my chest and started to sob.

The stress of being a mother as a teen finally caught up to me.

Who am I kidding I couldn't be a mother at 17. Not even at 40. I just wasn't fit enough to be a mother.

I was clumsy, alone, and most of all, just like Kacchan said so many times before, useless.

I would never get an abortion but maybe I should put the baby up for adoption. I can't raise a kid on my own. I could tell Kacchan but I don't want to hurt him or ruin his future. I know his big dreams and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want some one-night stand kid running around and bugging him.

I so desperately want to keep the baby and raise it as my own. Logistically speaking the reality of me being success AND raising a kid did not add up.
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After what seemed like hours I heard Kacchan approach.