#pregancy

turns out reader is just pregnant with su lmao

also bonus if we get to see little lins reaction to becoming a big sister 😽

The Best Kimd of Surprise

Toph Beifong x Pregnant Reader

WC: 3.8k

Synopsis: Toph hears another heartbeat in the home and swears she's going crazy.

Content/Warnings: Fluff and little lin!

Blue Lines & Bloodlines Mini Series

Pairing: Ilya Rozanov x Pike!Sister!Reader

Summary: After a secret one-night stand with her brother’s hockey rival, Ilya Rozanov, she hides her pregnancy and raises their daughter alone, fearing the fallout if the truth comes out. Years later, Ilya discovers he’s the father and demands immediate access to his child, shattering the fragile life she built and igniting a deeply personal battle between them.

You never intended for it to happen. The night was a blur of tequila shots, pulsing bass from the club speakers, and the magnetic, dangerous pull of a man you knew you should have run from. You knew exactly who he was, every hockey fan did. Ilya Rozanov. The Russian winger with the wicked smile, the lethal wrist shot, and a reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts from Moscow to Montreal. Your brother, Hayden Pikes, hated him with a passion that fueled their legendary on-ice battles. The Pikes-Rozanov rivalry was sports page gold.

Which is why, when your eyes locked across the crowded bar, you should have turned away. But you didn’t. He was taller in person, all broad shoulders and intense blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. He bought you a drink with a challenging smirk. You accepted with one of your own. It was a game, a reckless, stupid game. You gave a fake name. You didn’t mention hockey. You certainly didn’t mention that your last name was Pikes.

The chemistry was a live wire, undeniable and consuming. His hotel room was a monument to minimalist luxury, all cool grays and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. There were no whispers of forever, no promises of tomorrow. It was heat and hunger, a collision of two strangers seeking temporary oblivion. He was surprisingly tender in moments, his calloused hands gentle on your skin, his laughter a low, warm rumble against your throat. But in the cold light of dawn, as he slept, the reality crashed down like a bucket of ice water.

You slipped out silently, your clothes gathered in your arms, your heart hammering with a mixture of shame and a strange, aching loss. You were Hayden’s little sister. You’d just slept with his arch-nemesis. It was the ultimate betrayal, a secret you would take to your grave. You deleted the fake number you’d given him from his phone before you left, erasing the only trace. You told yourself it was a one-night mistake, a story you’d never tell another soul.

Until two months later, when the world tilted on its axis. The missed period. The exhaustion that wasn’t just from late shifts at the graphic design firm. The positive test, then another, then a doctor’s confirmation that left you sitting on your bathroom floor, trembling.

Panic was a cold, sharp stone in your gut. Telling Ilya was out of the question. It would explode your brother’s world, your family’s world. It would become a media circus—“Pikes’ Sister Pregnant by Rival Rozanov!”

a headline that made you feel physically ill. Hayden’s protective, sometimes overbearing, love for you would curdle into fury and a sense of betrayal he might never forgive. And Ilya? The man lived for the game, for the spotlight, for freedom. A baby, especially this baby, would be a complication, a chain. You’d seen the way the puck bunnies flocked to him. Fatherhood wasn’t in his public persona.

So, you made a choice. A hard, lonely, terrifying choice.

You told your family you’d had a brief, failed relationship with a man who wanted no part of parenthood and that you were choosing to do this alone. The hurt and concern in your parents’ eyes was a knife twist, but Hayden’s immediate, fierce loyalty was your anchor. “His loss,” he’d growled, pulling you into a hug. “You and me, kid. We’ve got this.” He became your rock, your overzealous birth coach, the first person to hold your daughter after you did.

Anastasia. You named her Ana. A little piece of the secret, a Russian name you explained away as simply liking the sound of it. She had your smile, but as she grew, other features emerged. The startling, crystalline blue of her eyes. The particular arch of her eyebrows. The way she’d tilt her head, listening intently. Features that, to anyone who spent their Sundays watching hockey highlights, were unmistakably Ilya Rozanov’s.

Life became a carefully constructed fortress. You moved into a cozy townhouse, built a successful freelance career to work from home, and poured every ounce of yourself into your daughter. Ana was sunshine—curious, bright, with a fearless streak that both thrilled and terrified you. Hayden was the devoted, fun uncle, spoiling her with stuffed animals in team colors (always his team, never Ilya’s). You avoided games when Ilya’s team was playing, changed the channel from sports news, developed a nervous flinch every time hockey was mentioned.

The secret was a constant, low-grade hum of anxiety. It lived in the pit of your stomach when Ana asked about her father. You gave gentle, vague answers about a man who wasn’t ready to be a dad, emphasizing how loved she was by you and her uncle. It lived in the fear of a chance encounter, even though you and Ilya moved in entirely different orbits. You tracked his career from a distance, a guilty, painful habit. His scoring titles, his contract negotiations, his very public, very short-lived relationships. He was a ghost haunting the edges of your perfect, fragile world.

The first major crack appeared when Ana turned four. Hayden, now a team captain, had a rare weekend off during the season and insisted on taking his two favorite girls to the children’s science museum. It was a brilliant, crisp Saturday. Ana was buzzing with excitement, chattering non-stop about dinosaurs as you walked from the parking garage.

And then you saw him.

Ilya. Not on a jumbotron, not in a magazine. In the flesh. He was about fifty feet away, leaning against a sleek black car, scrolling on his phone. He was alone, dressed down in dark jeans and a leather jacket, sunglasses hiding his eyes even in the shade. He looked… tired. Less like the cocky superstar and more like a man killing time. Your blood turned to ice. Your feet rooted to the pavement.

“Mommy, come on! The T-Rex is waiting!” Ana tugged your hand, her voice loud and clear in the quiet garage.

It was like a trigger. Ilya’s head snapped up. He looked toward the sound, his gaze passing over the little girl in the dinosaur hoodie and then landing on you.

Time stopped. His sunglasses made it impossible to see where he was looking, but you felt it. The weight of his attention. Did he recognize you? That girl from the bar years ago? It seemed impossible. You’d changed your hair, you were bundled in a winter coat, you were a mother with a child clinging to your hand. You were nobody.

Then, Hayden emerged from the driver’s side, laughing as he locked the car. “Forgot my wallet, sorry! Ready to get educated about prehistoric predators?”

The moment Hayden appeared, everything shifted. Ilya’s posture stiffened. He recognized his rival instantly. His head turned slowly from Hayden, to you, to Ana, who was now swinging from your and Hayden’s joined hands. You saw his head tilt, the same way Ana’s did. The calculation was almost visible.

Panic, pure and primal, surged through you. You turned abruptly, pulling Ana with you. “Actually, sweetie, I just remembered I left the oven on! We have to go. Right now.”

“The oven?” Hayden frowned, confused. “You made toast for breakfast.”

“A casserole! For later! It’s on. We need to go.” Your voice was high, strained.

You didn’t look back. You hustled Ana into the car, your heart pounding so hard you felt dizzy. You spent the entire drive home looking in the rearview mirror, expecting to see that black car following you. It didn’t. The weekend was ruined by your palpable, unexplained anxiety.

For weeks, you waited for the other shoe to drop. A call. A letter from a lawyer. A tabloid story. Nothing happened. You began to breathe again, chalking it up to a close call, a coincidence he’d already forgotten.

You were wrong.

The shoe dropped eight months later, not with a bang, but with a polite, terrifyingly formal email to your business address.

Subject: Urgent Matter Requiring Discussion

Ms. Pike,

My name is Mr. Edward’s and I’m Mr. Rozanov’s lawyer. My client believes that they is a mutual matter of great importance to discuss. Please have your representative contact the law firm of Driscoll & Associates at their earliest convenience.

Sincerely,

John Edwards

The room swam. The fortress walls crumbled to dust. He knew. He’d figured it out. He’d had Ana investigated. He was coming for her.

Your hands shook so badly you could barely call your own lawyer, a family friend who handled your house closing. His confusion turned to grim understanding as you sobbed out the truth you’d hidden for nearly five years. “He’s going to take her,” you whispered, the ultimate fear finally given voice.

“He’s establishing paternity,” your lawyer corrected gently, but his tone was serious. “That’s the first step. He has a right to know if she’s his biological child. And if she is… he has rights, Significant ones.”

The next few days were a nightmare of hushed phone calls, legal jargon, and overwhelming dread. You were advised to cooperate with the DNA test to avoid a ugly, public court order. The agreed-upon test was a sterile, horrible affair in a clinical office. Ana, confused but brave, had her cheek swabbed. You had to provide yours. Ilya’s sample was taken elsewhere. You didn’t see him.

The wait for the results was an agony. You held Ana tighter, read more bedtime stories, memorized the feel of her small hand in yours. Hayden was on a road trip, and you couldn’t bring yourself to destroy his focus with a phone call. This was your storm to weather first.

The results came to both parties simultaneously. 99.98% probability of paternity.

Your lawyer called you. His call was somber. “Ilya Rozanov’s counsel has requested a meeting. He wants to see her.”

And so, on a gray Tuesday afternoon, you find yourself sitting in the too-plush, too-quiet conference room of Driscoll & Associates. Ana is with your mother, told only that Mommy has a very important, boring meeting. You’re wearing armor, a sharp blazer, dark jeans and your hair pulled back. You feel hollowed out and brittle.

The door opens.

He walks in, and the air leaves the room. He’s bigger than you remember, or maybe the power he now holds makes him seem that way. He’s dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt open. He looks older. The playful glint from the bar is gone, replaced by a hard, unreadable intensity. His eyes, that devastating blue, find yours immediately. They sweep over you, not with desire, but with a cold, assessing scrutiny.

His lawyer, a polished woman in her fifties, follows him in. Your own lawyer stands, and the dance of introductions is performed. You remain seated, your spine rigid.

Ilya takes the seat directly across the long table from you. He doesn’t break eye contact.

“Hello,” he says. His voice is deeper, devoid of its usual charming cadence. It’s just a flat, Russian-accented word.

You can’t speak. You just nod, your throat sealed shut.

His lawyer begins speaking about next steps, about parenting plans, about mediation. The words are a distant buzz. All you can see is Ilya, watching you. His gaze is a physical pressure.

Finally, he interrupts his own lawyer, his eyes never leaving your face. “I want to see her.”

“Mr. Rozanov, we need to establish a structured—” his lawyer tries.

“Today,” he says, the word final. He leans forward slightly, his hands clasped on the polished table. “You have hidden my daughter from me for five years. You have let my rival be her father.” The mention of Hayden is a venomous dart. “You do not get to set the schedule anymore. I will see her today. Now.”

The rage and hurt he’s been suppressing vibrates in the air between you. This isn’t just about Ana. This is about the deception, about Hayden, about the years he lost. This is the heated rivalry, now burning in the most personal arena imaginable.

You finally find your voice, though it’s barely a whisper. “She doesn’t know you.”

A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Whose fault is that?”

The words hang there, the undeniable truth. You look at the man across from you, the superstar, the stranger and the biological father of your child. You see no trace of the man who laughed in a dark hotel room. You see only an opponent, a force of nature who has just crashed into your life with the force of a slapshot. The game has changed. The secret is out.

And you have no idea how to play this new, terrifying game, or if you and your daughter will survive it.

tw. suggestive, gojo flashes his goodies

Husband!Gojo coming out of the shower with a wet muscular body and a piece of towel hanging along his waist—only to see his wife laying on the bed right in front of him.

Pregnant Wife!Yn who had been insecure of her growing belly and weight since a couple months due to her pregnancy, watches Gojo check her from head to toe, an unexplainable look on his handsome pale face.

Sitting upright, she fixes her loose garments. Maybe he’s finally come to the realisation of not being such a big fan of my mom body.

Husband!Gojo sensing her dejected mood, snaps out of his internal thoughts as he decides to reach out and sit next to her instead.

“Baby? Something’s bothering?” he asks softly, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.

Pregnant Wife!Yn ever a self-conscious overthinker, mumbles while looking up at her husband, “I saw you gazing at me few a many times now...” she fixes her garment again, in embarrassment “like... weirdly. You start looking stiff all of a sudden, as if you want to confess something. About my bad shape maybe.”

At her confession, Satoru pauses, lips parted open slightly and not sure which part to explain first. He brings a wet but comforting hand on her swollen belly.

“Silly girl. Are you worrying about your plump little adorable tummy again? I told you I like it.”

Pregnant Wife!Yn frowns, not really sure of his words. “Really? Then how would you explain everytime you stopped to stare at me? Your face doesn't seem as if you love it—or even like it, Toru.”

Husband!Gojo who shakes his head, body turning more towards her distressed wife. “I don't like it? I love you and every part of you babe, you know me.”

Yn sighs softly, looking down with an upset face. “I do... but maybe i shouldn't have asked for a baby. I just... I feel like you'd have appreciated my old body more, Toru.”

Satoru snaps his head towards her, eyebrows raised in disbelief. This was his last straw. She has to know what his pregnant, innocent wife does to him.

As he stands up slowly from the edge of the bed, he makes sure she's all eyes and ears. “Oh really now. Then I must give you a real reason to never regret your baby with me...”

Undoing the towel hooked on his dripping wet waist, the white haired man reveals his lower half of the riches. As her eyes set down, there comes in view an almost fully hard wet length of Gojo Satoru.

Pregnant Wife!Yn being taken aback, is unable to react for a good few first seconds, mouth agape. Light hue of red crawls up the neck to settle on her cheeks, when her husband hums in question.

“Mm? You see this? This is what you do to me, silly girl.”

Everything seemed suddenly more reasonable—Gojo stealing those frequent long gazes, his odd body language while he checks his pregnant wife out. Gojo gets aroused.

Pregnant Wife!Yn tears her gaze away from his manhood, cold sweat making her feel more or less like her currently out of shower dripping wet husband. Oh the thoughts that might be running in his perverted brain, all the ways he could take you in and you wouldn't be moving away with all the weight you bear of his baby, but comply, and relish, and whine.

“Oh-oh...” she mumbles shyly, the revelation lessening her insecurity effectively more than all sweet words combined could have ever had.

an. husband gojo >>> also this is my 1k readers special! ty for giving my writings your time, love y'all. likes & rbs are appreciated <33

Window on the womb. An improved system of midwifery. 1851. Frontispiece.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

CHAPTER 5

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Summary: You and Sukuna are divorced. You share custody of a daughter until, after a night of drinking, you end up getting pregnant by your ex-husband again. You are proud and rude. Sukuna is proud and rude too but he loves you so much.

Warnings: Pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, sexual content

Masterlist

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Sukuna liked very few things.

He was grumpy, yes. Many used to say he was an old man trapped in a young body. But the things that pleased him were extremely simple.

He liked drinking beer, watching a soccer game after a long day at work, smoking by the window or on the balcony at home.

But if there was one thing Sukuna liked dealing with even less than anything else, it was people.

He only spoke what was necessary to who it was necessary. When he went to places, he did not bother greeting people. He simply asked for what he needed and thanked them when he got it. At work, he did not acknowledge the presence of his employees and only spoke to someone if it was to give orders or ask for something.

Even so, Sukuna liked you.

He liked you when he saw you for the first time, back in high school. He did not go to school very often. In fact, he skipped more than anything, showing up only a few times so he would not fail completely.

But after you, he started attending that place more often.

You were not a sweet girl. You were not calm or gentle. No, you were a girl who stepped on his foot when he accidentally bumped into your shoulder and, not satisfied, still called him an idiot. You were also a bipolar girl, because after that, during break time, you walked up to him without caring that he was sitting with the most feared group of boys at school. You simply apologized for stepping on his foot and tossed an apple at him.

You were weird. He liked that.

It did not take long for the two of you to grow attached to each other. You were one of the only people, besides his friends, who could tolerate him and deal with his personality without getting scared. Quite the opposite. You challenged him. You both argued a lot, which served as great entertainment for Sukuna’s friends.

Gojo won a bet when the boys caught the two of you making out in the alley behind the school.

Your personality never changed. Even as an adult, you still reminded him of the same bipolar girl who stepped on his foot and then shared food with him. You let him make you cum and then told him to his face that you hated him. You said you would never come back to him, but you looked at him as if he were the only man in the world.

He laughed while driving. It happened more often than usual. Thinking about you and drifting off. It was natural for a smile to appear on his serious face when you crossed his mind.

His smile grew wider when he arrived at your house and you were already there, wearing an irritated expression, arms crossed over your chest. Your belly had not swollen yet, not when you were still so early in the pregnancy. He remembered your belly becoming noticeable in the third month of Alyssa’s pregnancy, and the idea of seeing you like that again pleased him. It pleased him a lot. Alyssa was also by your side, holding her school backpack in her hands, and she brightened when she recognized her father’s car.

He got out of the car to open the door for you, watched you thank him and get in. Then he picked up his daughter, who was completely excited, kissed her cheek, and placed her in the car seat. He got back into the car and started driving, then turned to you.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, analyzing you from head to toe, making sure everything was normal.

“Like I was run over by a truck. I barely slept last night. I had several vomiting episodes,” you complained, and he could see it in your tired eyes. There were dark circles there. Nothing extreme, but noticeable.

“But I slept with her in my bed and she got better, daddy,” Alyssa commented from the back seat, making Sukuna look at her and smile.

“I’m sure she did, sweetheart. Thank you for taking care of your mother,” he said, winking at his daughter, who shrugged.

“I’m going to buy those cereal bars I used during Alyssa’s pregnancy again. I remember they saved me from getting weak because my stomach gets extremely sensitive,” you commented, and Sukuna immediately remembered what you meant.

“I’ll buy a whole box for you,” he replied promptly, turning to look at you for a moment.

He always made sure that while showing happiness about your pregnancy, he also showed concern. He knew that even though it was a happy event, it was also one that demanded a lot from you, to the point of making you feel unwell. He turned his attention back to the road, making a mental note to get the bars.

“Are we all going to live together?” Alyssa asked innocently from the back seat. Sukuna stiffened a little, and he also noticed you shifting uncomfortably in the seat beside him.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” he heard your hesitant voice. You almost stuttered trying to form the sentence.

“You’re going to have a baby. Only couples have babies, and couples live together,” Alyssa replied, leaning forward to look at both of you.

Sukuna noticed you starting to panic a little in the seat next to him. He could not judge you. He himself was somewhat frozen, unsure of what answer to give his daughter. Neither of you had expected a question like that, but you should have known it would come up eventually. Alyssa was extremely observant, and it was also normal for a child her age to be confused when going through this kind of situation with her parents.

To ease your discomfort, Sukuna decided to answer her. “It’s not only couples who have babies together, sweetheart. Your mother and I came together to give you a gift because we knew you really wanted a little sibling. Consider this your early Christmas present.” He spoke with so much confidence that he almost convinced himself.

“And how did you do that?” the girl followed up with an even worse question. You sank further into your seat.

“We’re here at your school!” Sukuna exclaimed, ending the subject and silently thanking the heavens when his daughter seemed distracted and tried to get out of the car on her own. He stopped her, of course, getting out faster to open the door. You followed behind him, both of you walking Alyssa to the entrance. The girl had been distracted from her thoughts for the moment, but you both knew the subject would come up again.

Sukuna sighed and looked at your tense expression. “She’ll forget about it,” he tried to reassure you, even though he was not entirely sure that was true. But it did not matter right now. The last thing he needed was for you to have another worry.

“But she’ll ask again. And besides, I hate messing with her feelings like this. It’s obvious how confused she is,” you replied, tense.

Sukuna thought for a moment, then simply began guiding you back to the car. “Then when she brings it up again, we deal with it. One step at a time, remember?” He relaxed when you finally nodded.

He helped you get back into the car, laughing when he saw you huff at all the care he was showing you. Sukuna did not care that you were still early in the pregnancy and not that fragile yet. He would treat you exactly as he should. As if you were carrying his child.

“Do you want to stop by that ice cream place you like?” he offered as he started driving again. The idea of separating from you again already bothered him. He missed you, even with you sitting right beside him.

He missed you terribly.

“I can’t. I need to go home and finish some work documents I started,” you declined, and Sukuna did everything he could to keep his expression neutral and not show his disappointment.

“I’ve already told you to quit that job. The money I give you is enough to support you, Alyssa, and still have plenty left for anything you want. If you want, I can give you more,” Sukuna said once again. “You don’t need more stress. You could have a calmer pregnancy.”

He had lost count of how many times he had offered this. He knew you did not need that job. It was just stubbornness or some kind of hobby. He had no idea. Sukuna did not only pay child support. He gave enough money for the mother of his daughter to live however she wanted. He never minded you working, but he preferred you avoided any kind of stress.

“I’m not quitting my job just because you support me, Sukuna. We’ve had this conversation before,” you said stubbornly, and he rolled his eyes.

“Proud woman,” he murmured, earning an elbow to his side.

Sukuna smiled.

His happiness slowly faded as the two of you arrived at your house again. You did not get out of the car immediately, nor did he. You both sat there in comfortable silence until he decided to break it.

“I really wish you and her would move in with me. We don’t even need to share a bedroom, sweetheart. I just want to have you both closer to me during this new phase. My mind goes crazy just imagining being so far away from the woman who is carrying my child,” he said sincerely, an unusual softness in his voice. His words bordered on vulnerability.

You stayed quiet for a moment. “I’ll think about it.” You looked at him.

Sukuna nodded. It was progress.

He kept smiling even after your front door closed and you disappeared inside.

──────────────────────

Want to be tagged in my works? Click here to join the taglist

Here are some headcanons I have for the Male Companions + Zevlor responding to your's/Tav's pregnancy announcement. I have a few more ideas I want to write out for the week so we will see how that goes.

Masterlist

Dividers by saradika-graphics

Huge bump 😋

A/N— I’m not sure what you meant by this, so I did the first thing that came to mind 🥀 I’m sorry🫩

Dad!Katsuki X Fem!Reader cryptic pregnancy, pt. 2

Part One

Warnings: none! 😋

Okay, so firstly, he’s absolutely SO nervous. He’s never been anywhere near anyone with little kids he had to worry about. He has no clue what he’s doing and only takes off what his parents are telling him, and google. When he goes out and buys stuff for your daughter, anyone who looks at him weirdly probably won’t look at him ever again by the time he’s done with them.

He loves that little girl though, whenever he’s studying, he’s right next to her, staring of at her face every once in a while. When he takes a nap or goes to sleep, if she’s not right next to him or you, she’s laying on his chest before he goes to bed as she laughs holding her father’s fingers.

Whenever this happens, it’s one of the only times you see Katsuki smile. He’d die protecting his little girl. Girl dad Katsuki Stan forever. When he holds her, the only pressure he puts on her body is what he needs to keep her upright. Researches everything so hard, he couldn’t mess this up. That’s not just any human life he’s responsible for, it’s his daughter.

He likes to spoon feed her, one time she spit the food back in his face and he tried so hard to not crash out, he chipped a tooth and broke the spoon from clenching so down so hard. Then your daughter laughed, and he immediately melted..

Whenever the baby cries and wakes you guys up in the early or late hours of the twenty-four, he is so distraught. He’s mad she woke him up, but he’s worried out of his mind that something happened to her.

He has to take a lot of time off of school, so he struggles a bit now. The school doesn’t really accommodate him since it.. is technically the fault of Katsuki and you, but sometimes Aizawa lets his absences slip because he knows he’s needed elsewhere, being a responsible father, and not screwing off somewhere.

Even when he comes home tired from training, on the occasion he can get a full day in, the first thing he does when he gets home, is take care of anything she, or you need. Whenever he genuinely can’t, Misuki takes care of her for you guys.

One of the few accommodations you two do get, is being able to live at home. Mainly so no one else has to deal with your kid, or you two. It helps that you two can get free baby sitters, aka the grandparents. The kid is often being bounced from household to household since both your family’s still work.

———

Once Katsuki graduates, this because much easier. The only thing you actually have to worry about is his patrol routes, and other heroic responsibilities. Any days he has off are spent with her, and he’s gives that ENTIRE day to her.

If you’re still in his third year after he’s graduated, he primarily is the one that takes care of her, but if not him, it’s one of the grandparents. He wants you focus on school.

Your daughter is going to be smart. He’s highly intelligent, and will teach your daughter as such. She’ll be insanely educated in nearly every way she could possibly be.

When she finally gets her quirk, he’s so excited. He doesn’t show it, but he loves watching her experiment with it. If it’s more like his, or even, his; he’s teaching her everything he knows.

If her quirk ends up being more like yours, he’ll teach her what he knows about yours, and even tap off little tips and tricks for them. You mainly teach her, but wether or not she becomes a hero is up to her though.

She’ll definitely know how to cook. Katsuki is really good at teaching her life skills, and if anything inhibits that, like disorders or disabilities, mental, he researches it like it’ll kill him if he doesn’t; and adapts accordingly. However, he does remind her that not everyone will do that, and she’ll have to cope in her own one day.

Overall Katsuki is probably one of the best dads possible on the list of dads. He does struggle a little between the lines of discipline and actual traumatic situations for that poor kid. He doesn’t hit her, but he can get loud and agressive, mainly just because that’s honestly him. He does get much better the more experienced he becomes at being a dad.

\|________________________________________|/

OH MY GOSH WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LING TK MAKE?? IM SO SORRY.

BUT AHHH THSI SI SO CUTE ☹️

I LOVE GIRL DAD KATSUKI OUGHHHHH