UA University was supposed to be a fresh start—new classes, new people, new chances. But after your boyfriend left the moment he found out you were pregnant, it became a struggle just to keep breathing. You stopped talking to people, kept your head down, tried to hide the nausea and the heartbreak.

Then Katsuki started showing up.

At first, you thought it was coincidence—the way he sat beside you in class, waited outside the lecture hall, or muttered a rough “morning” every few days. But slowly, he became the one person who treated you like you weren’t broken.

One afternoon, after class, he stopped you with his usual gruff tone.

“You eat yet?” You blinked. “Uh… no.” “Then come on. Can’t think on an empty stomach.”

Lunch with him was easy—laughter you didn’t expect, warmth you hadn’t felt in months. For a moment, it almost felt normal again.

A few days later, Katsuki showed up at the university infirmary—he’d heard someone got dizzy in the training building. He didn’t expect it to be you.

When he saw you sitting on the cot, pale and shaky, your hand resting instinctively over your stomach, something inside him went still.

“You okay?” he asked, voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You nodded weakly.

“Yeah, just— dizzy. Haven’t been eating enough, I guess.”

The nurse gave you water and left for a moment. Katsuki stayed by the door, watching you, eyes narrowing just a bit. He wasn’t stupid. He’d noticed the subtle changes—how tired you looked, how protective your hands always were near your abdomen. And when he spotted the small prenatal pamphlet tucked halfway under your bag… he understood.

“…you’re pregnant.”

You froze. Your throat tightened, and your eyes stung. You wanted to deny it—to hide behind a joke or deflect—but you couldn’t. Not with him looking at you like that.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “He left. Said he ‘wasn’t ready.’”

Katsuki didn’t say anything for a long time. He just clenched his jaw, looking away. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, quiet:

“What an idiot.”

You blinked, startled.

“You’re not mad?” “Why the hell would I be mad at you?” He stepped closer, kneeling slightly so his eyes met yours. “You didn’t do anything wrong. He’s the one who ran.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them. Katsuki sighed—awkwardly—then offered you a tissue.

“You’re not alone, y’know. If you need anything… I’m not just saying it. I mean it.”

You smiled through the tears, whispering,

“Why do you care so much, Bakugou?”

He hesitated—his ears turning pink.

“’Cause… I like you, dumbass.”

You stared. “You what?”

He scowled, looking away again.

“I said I like you. I was gonna tell you before but—” he gestured vaguely toward your stomach “—things got… complicated. Doesn’t change how I feel, though.”

Your heart ached in that fragile, hopeful way you hadn’t felt in months.

“Katsuki… this isn’t exactly an easy situation.” “I don’t care.” His eyes softened. “You don’t gotta do this alone.”