The hospital room was quiet, except for the hum of machines and distant footsteps. Katsuki Bakugo paced restlessly, hands shoved in his pockets, while Izuku Midoriya sat nearby, nervously bouncing his leg. Their friend, who had carried their child for nine months, rested on the bed, exhaustion mixed with a proud smile.

“Kacchan, please sit down,” Izuku said softly.

“No way, nerd,” Katsuki snapped. “How the hell can you sit there all calm and—”

“I’m not calm!” Izuku interrupted, his voice shaky. “I’m just trying not to throw up from nerves!”

Before Katsuki could retort, the door opened. Both men froze. The doctor entered, holding a small, swaddled bundle. Time seemed to stop as they approached.

“Congratulations,” the doctor said warmly, placing the baby gently into Izuku’s trembling arms.

Izuku’s breath hitched as he stared down at the tiny face nestled in the blanket. Tears filled his green eyes as he traced the baby’s tiny nose, delicate lashes, and soft fuzz on their head.

“Kacchan…” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Look.”

Katsuki stepped closer, his heart pounding in his chest. His usual sharp gaze softened as he looked at their baby. His hand hovered for a moment before resting gently on the tiny head.

“They’re so damn small,” Katsuki murmured, his voice rough.

Izuku let out a watery laugh. “I know, but they’re perfect, aren’t they?”

Katsuki nodded, wrapping his arm around Izuku’s waist. “Yeah. Perfect. Just like you, idiot.”

Izuku leaned into Katsuki, his laughter a mixture of joy and disbelief. “You big softie.”

The surrogate, watching from the bed, felt a wave of pride and joy. This moment was everything.

“We’re really parents now,” Izuku said softly, looking up at Katsuki with tear-filled eyes.

Katsuki nodded. “Yeah...we are..”

Izuku leaned into his side, their baby cradled between them. This was their family, and it was everything.