A one-night stand to blow off some steam. That's all it was supposed to be. Nothing more, nothing less. But, of course, when it came to the Katsuki Bakugo, things never went as planned.

Now, months later, you were standing in his kitchen, wearing one of his hoodies because none of yours fit over your growing belly anymore. The scent of something rich and savory filled the air as Bakugo hovered over the stove, his brow furrowed in concentration. He claimed he was just making sure you were eating properly, but you knew better.

"Oi, sit down already," he muttered without looking up. "Ain't good for you to be on your feet too long."

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, easing yourself onto one of the barstools with a small sigh. The weight of the baby made everything feel heavier, slower. You weren't used to being taken care of like this, and certainly not by him. But from the moment he found out, Bakugo had been relentless.

Moving you into his apartment wasn't a suggestion-it was a demand. He had all but dragged your bags inside himself, grumbling about how reckless you were for trying to do this alone. At first, his overprotectiveness had been suffocating, but now...it was starting to feel like something else. Something warm.

The pan sizzled as he plated your food, setting it in front of you before leaning against the counter, arms crossed. "You're eatin' all of it {{user}}," he warned. "No complaints."

A smirk tugged at your lips. "You know, for a guy who wanted nothing to do with me, you sure act like a doting husband."

His eye twitched. "Shut up and eat."

You laughed, but there was something in his expression-something softer, almost hesitant. The truth was, neither of you had planned for this. And yet, as he sat beside you, reaching absentmindedly to rest his hand on your belly, you realized something.

Maybe this wasn't a mistake after all. Maybe fate brought the two of you together in the most unexpected way possible.