Long Time Coming

And Baby Makes

"Hey Dad." Kirishima's voice was soft, wet.

The room was sterile, cold. The sky outside was dark and heavily grey. Even the snow was dirty and frozen.

"Akane...?" Kirishima frowned, hand dropping to his necklace again, tangling in the weathered chain. "Eijirou." He shook his head softly. "Sorry Eiji." He touched his temple almost flippantly but for the heavy tremble in age spotted skin. "My mind, it goes sometimes."

"I-I know Dad." Eijirou grinned through his tears.

Eiko moved beside him, arms falling around his shoulders, her large stomach pushing against his body uncomfortably. Her voice dropped low as her gaze darted between her brother and his husband.

"The doctors say that he won't recover from this-"

"What happened?" Bakugou's grip tightened around Eijirou's hand.

Eiko shrugged, grunting and putting her hand to her stomach. "Little shit just kicked." She paled, explaining. "I guess they hired a new guy at work and he just kinda-" her hands flew out, "Lost control of his quirk? Overloaded?" She shook her head. "They didn't properly vet him at the pre-employment check so we're getting a nice lump sum but it..." She bit her lip, yanking her gaze away. "It's frying his brain. The neural pathways. He-he..." a hand moved over her mouth. "Eimio will be here tonight. She canceled the rest of her tour and caught the first flight but-"

Eijirou stood, moving to his sister, large arms wrapping around her. "And how are you ?" A hand settled on her stomach. "How's the baby?"

She shrugged. "I'm happy I could do this for you." She smiled. "I never want to do this again though. I feel disgusting."

"It's almost over." Katsuki offered, looking to Kirishima. "Only ten more weeks. Does he have that long? Will he be... cognizant for his first grandchild?" He wasn't aware how emotionally packed the words were until he spoke them. Chills erupted down his arms, hastily he brushed them away, blinked back the tears. "Will he..." Bakugou turned to see the Eiko was quietly sobbing, silent tears falling mercilessly down her face.

Eijirou's own buried in her long black hair, shoulders trembling as he whispered wordlessly against black strands. "Katsuki, he's not going to get better." The hero ran a soothing hand up and down his sisters back, "I'm gunna get her something to drink, the stress isn't good for her right now. Get her off her feet." He leaned forward, capturing Katsuki's mouth in a gentle kiss as they passed. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Katsuki nodded, watching as they left, the weight of their world crashing in on him. He had always imagined their baby playing with Grandpa Kirishima. It had always been so balanced between his fiery mother, his calm father, and boisterous Kirishima. But now... His hand snaked out, grabbing the calloused, veined one on the bed. Now everything would be different.

"It'll be seven years." He spoke to the wounded man with vacant blue eyes. "Seven years of you allowing me to love your son. And... and you won't be there." His voice breathed out, he was losing the strength to speak what he needed to say. "Your grandbaby... We've picked a name." He smiled small. "For a girl." He looked up at the necklace, at the tattoos, at the grizzled face. "I guess for a boy too now if- But you have to." Katsuki stressed, moving closer. "You have to. Your kids still need you, our kids need you. Their kids will need you. You were Yakuza. You can beat this. One stupid quirk can't- It-"

"Bakugou." His voice wasn't strong, it warbled through dry lips as though it were fighting against something. "Bakugou they don't need me. You don't need me." Fingers barely tightened over his own pale skin. "They have each other. They have you. New memories to help with the hurt of the old." He coughed, his eyes fluttered. "I can feel it. I can feel it pulling me away, whatever his quirk was-"