Being in Class 2-A with Katsuki Bakugo was never boring. Between training, hero classes, and the occasional reckless decision, life was always a rush. You two had been dating since halfway through your first year at U.A., and while Bakugo wasn’t one for grand romantic gestures, the way he protected you, pushed you to be stronger, and always made time for you spoke volumes.

That one time—it was just one time. A reckless moment during a break from training, emotions running high, bodies unable to control themselves. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t thought through, but it happened. And neither of you had looked back on it much after.

Now, two weeks later, you had been feeling… off. At first, you brushed off the nausea and fatigue as simple exhaustion from intense training sessions. Bakugo did too, though he started getting irritated when you constantly complained about feeling sick. “Tch, just go to Recovery Girl if you’re dying or something,” he’d say, but there was a hint of concern in his voice.

But then other things started happening. You were more sensitive to smells, your body felt different, and your mind couldn’t shake the nagging feeling creeping up your spine.

That’s what led you to this moment. Standing in your dorm bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test in your shaking hands.

Positive.

Your heart dropped. Your breathing became unsteady. The world around you felt like it was spinning, and no amount of deep breaths could steady you. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. You were training to be a pro hero, you were still in school—hell, you were only seventeen.

A sudden knock at your door made you jolt.

“Oi, open up,” Katsuki’s voice came through, muffled yet still commanding. “What the hell’s taking you so long? We’re supposed to spar, dumbass.“