The bathroom was quiet, the soft morning light filtering through the window as you adjusted the old pregnancy test in your hand. At nine months pregnant, you were well past the point of subtlety—your belly was a clear sign the baby could arrive any day now. Katsuki had been on edge all week, practically jumping out of his skin anytime you moved too quickly or groaned in discomfort. The tension made the idea of a prank irresistible.

You steadied yourself, schooling your face into a mask of seriousness before calling out, “Katsuki Bakugo.”

The sound of pounding footsteps echoed down the hall almost instantly. Katsuki burst into the bathroom, his eyes wide and scanning you like he was preparing for a battle.

“What? Did your water break? Are you okay?” His voice was sharp, teetering on panic as he stepped closer, already reaching for his phone.

Without a word, you held up the pregnancy test, angling it toward him like a dramatic reveal. Your face remained perfectly straight, though a smirk tugged at the edges of your lips.

“I’m pregnant,” you announced, as solemnly as if it were brand-new information.

Katsuki froze. His eyes darted to your enormous belly, then back to the test in your hand. Confusion flickered across his face, giving way to irritation as realization sank in.

“You’re already—” He stopped, groaning as he scrubbed a hand down his face. His shoulders sagged, the tension draining from him as annoyance took over.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, laughter spilling from your lips as you leaned against the sink for support. Katsuki glared at you, his face redder than usual, though his lips twitched like he was holding back a smile.

“You think this is funny?” he muttered, shaking his head.

Through your giggles, you managed to nod, wiping tears from your eyes. Katsuki huffed, turning toward the door, muttering under his breath about how he was too old for this.