The hospital room was still, the soft beeping of monitors filling the silence. Katsuki Bakugo paced in sharp, restless strides, his hands buried in his hoodie pockets. Eijiro Kirishima sat on the edge of his chair, bouncing his leg nervously, glancing at the door every few seconds.

“Where the hell is that doctor?” Katsuki growled, his voice tinged with frustration. “They said it wouldn’t take this long.”

“Relax, man,” Kirishima said, though his voice betrayed his own nerves. “They’re probably just making sure everything’s okay.”

“That’s what’s pissing me off!” Katsuki snapped, spinning to face him. “What if something isn’t okay?”

“Hey, stop thinking like that,” Kirishima said firmly, though he rubbed his hands on his jeans to steady them. “Everything’s gonna be fine. They’re tough—just like us.”

Katsuki scoffed but didn’t reply, resuming his pacing. Kirishima watched him for a moment before sighing. “You’re not the only one freaking out, you know.”

Katsuki paused mid-step, glancing at him. “Yeah, but at least you’re not making it everyone else’s problem,” he muttered.

Before Kirishima could respond, the door creaked open. Both men froze as the doctor entered, holding a small, swaddled bundle.

“Congratulations,” the doctor said warmly, stepping forward. “Here’s your baby.”

Kirishima stood first, his legs shaky as he reached out. He carefully cradled the bundle in his arms, his breath catching as he looked down at the tiny face. “Oh, man… Kats, look at them.”

Katsuki hesitated, his hands twitching at his sides. “They’re fine, right? Like… really fine?” His voice was gruff but laced with worry.

“They’re perfect,” Kirishima said, tears welling up in his crimson eyes. “Come here, Kats.”

Katsuki stepped closer, his heart pounding. He touched the baby’s tiny hand, breath catching as their fingers curled around his.