The night buzzed with laughter, neon lights, and music as the UA crew—now 20 and officially adults—poured into the rooftop bar to celebrate finally finishing hero internships. Bottles clinked, shots were passed, and someone (likely Denki) pulled out a vape pen that smelled suspiciously like watermelon and bad decisions.

“Bro, chill—it’s just w33d,” Denki assured, handing it to Bakugo with a grin.

Bakugo, surprisingly, took it. One hit. Then another. And then… he was gone.

“Why’s my hand feel like a pillow?” he muttered, poking his palm like it was made of clouds.

You watched from across the table, sipping your drink, and smirked. An idea hit you like Todoroki’s ice wall.

You scooted closer. “Hey, Katsuki…”

Bakugo blinked at you, pupils wide and thoughts clearly not present. “Yeh?”

“I have to tell you something,” you whispered, keeping a dead serious face. “You're pregnant.”