My Hero Academia One Shots and Imagines

ANGST Todoroki x Pregnant!Reader

Title: 308,160 Minutes of Worry and One Day Too Late

[not proofread, please ignore typos!]

Yep, this generic lil thang hahaha.
IM GOING TO THE MHA MOVIE! WHOOT!

Are y'all happy I'm writing an angst? :)
I HAVE TESTS TOMORROW BUT I WANTED TO WRITE FOR YOU GUYS!
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Your cold was constantly making you cough, and you felt lightheaded all the time. You constantly gagged and threw up in the mornings, and your period was late.

Your suspicions reached its peak as you hunched over to grab the table. The world spun around you as you felt something burn in the back of your throat. Running to the toilet, you put your hair into a messy ponytail, barely on time before you threw up for the second time that day.

—Time Skip—

"Holy fucking shit."

You stared at the plus sign in disbelief. You were pregnant?
The sheer shock made you feel like puking once more, and you were nervous to see how Todoroki would react.

As a hero, he was constantly out of the house, his life at stake.

Sometimes weeks would go by before you heard from him due to undercover missions.

'Would he be okay with a baby? Am I responsible enough to raise it alone?'

As if on cue, your phone screen lit up and you saw a text from Todoroki.

'He won't be back for a year on his current mission?!'

You quickly dialed his number. It rung once, twice, and on the third time he picked up.

"(First Name), I'm trying not to get killed by some drunk mafia boss with an invisibly quirk, can you call me later?"

"Ah! Sorry. I didn't know."

His breath became ragged as you heard his feet thud across the pavement as he ran.
"(First Name) I'm sorry about the sudden 1 year transfer, they didn't give me an advance, and my dad was taken hostage."

You pressed your hand to your stomach, feeling selfish for contacting him when so much stressful stuff was happening.

"Okay Shouto, send me letters when you can! I'll call you later!"

You heard an explosion through the speaker.

"Shouto?!"

"It's fine— I almost got hit, but I'm okay."

Sheer panic was building in the pit of your stomach.

"(First Name), I need to burn my phone so that they can't trace you okay? And I can't send letters otherwise they can trace our addresses. I'm sorry love."

"I... understand. I'll see you in a year?"

A wry chuckle escaped his lips.

"I'll try and see if I can finish quicker. I love you babe."

"Love you too." you barely finished saying that as the line cut.

'He hung up.'

You looked at your stomach and cried.

"I'm sorry honey. Your dad might not be here in time."

— Time Skip—

It's been five weeks since Shouto last contacted you and you clicked the pen cap back on.
You tucked the journal into the desk as you looked at your slightly larger stomach.