Let's just say some stuff goes down and young high school student, Izuku Midoriya is expecting. What exactly? Who knows 😉?The thing is she did 'IT' with the schools player, Katsuki Bakugo. In order to hide her secret, just what lengths will Izuku g...
I'm obsessed with the music from this movie. _____________ Izuku POV
It was Saturday the time for the Christmas party. I wore a big Christmas tree sweater that was three sizes too big. I wore sweats and a messy bun.
I walked up to Momo's house and rang the doorbell.
It opened but it was dark.
"Hello?"
"SURPRISE!" - All
"Wah!"
I threw my present up in the air and it landed on Kaminari. Eh it wouldn't change anything.
"We did it since you're leaving Izuku!" - Momo
"Thanks!"
All during the night we had fun and got gifts.
There was alcohol and eggnog but I had none of that.
It was getting late.
I told everyone I was leaving and there was plenty of tears and hugs given.
One person I couldn't face was Kacchan.
I headed outside thinking I had escaped but ran straight into him.
"I thought you might try to escape me nerd..."
"Listen Kacchan..."
"No how about you listen for one f*cking time to what I'm telling you."
"Fine... but make it quick."
*Sigh* "Are you leaving because of me?"
He sounded so torn and sad.
"No it's not because of that incident. I told you it was personal."
"Listen... I- Zu- Ku I need to know why. You don't have to ever talk to me again but please tell me this one time."
"I—. I can't. It would ruin everything."
"Tch. Of f*cking course why did I expect an answer. Listen if you are... leaving for good. I need to tell you onelast thing."
This is what would break my heart. This would crumble my entire world. He had his gaze downcast and I couldn't see his eyes. He was slightly trembling and it wasn't from the cold. I had this feeling that Whatever was going to happen was going to big. Even bigger than being pregnant.
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( art ain't mine and it's just his emotion not clothing) (My poor baby is crying 😢)
He turned his piecing ruby eyes up to me. He was crying. Every moment that I had prepared for this moment wasn't enough. Not enough to compare to the god-awful feeling right now.