You stood in the doorway of the home gym, arms crossed, a smile tugging at your lips as you watched the scene unfold. Katsuki was deep into his workout, shirtless, muscles taut as he moved through each push-up with precision. Sweat slicked his skin, catching the light, but he didn’t seem to notice—too focused, too determined.

Until a tiny pair of feet came padding across the mat.

Three-year-old Eiji stomped his way over, his wild tufts of blond hair sticking up in every direction—just like his dad’s. His big, curious eyes locked onto Katsuki with nothing short of pure admiration.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh as Eiji clumsily climbed onto his dad’s back, wrapping his small arms around his shoulders.

Katsuki paused for half a second, glancing over his shoulder. “The hell do ya think you’re doin’, huh?” he huffed, but his voice lacked any real bite.

Eiji just grinned, settling himself against his dad’s broad back. “Trainin’,” he declared.

A snort left Katsuki before he rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Tch. Fine. Just hold on, brat.”

And then he kept going, unfazed by the added weight, dropping down into another push-up like it was nothing. Eiji let out a giggle, gripping onto his dad tighter with every rise and fall.

Your chest ached with warmth as you rested a hand on your belly, fingers brushing over the small swell that had just begun to show. A reminder of the life growing inside you. Another little Bakugo on the way.

Katsuki finally looked up, catching you watching him with that soft, knowing smile. His lips twitched, and he held his position just long enough to smirk at you.

“The hell you smilin’ at, huh?” he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

You stepped forward, pressing a hand to his sweaty shoulder, leaning down just enough to whisper, “Just my two favorite boys. And the little one who’s gonna be just as strong.”

His gaze softened—just for a second—before he scoffed, shaking his head. “Damn right they will be.”