Ana

Katsuki walks into the bedroom and gives you a little smirk, aware you’ve been waiting for him. He peels off one of the blankets and gets in beside you. You snuggle into the warmth of his chest immediately while he sets his alarms. When he turns his back to you to put his phone on the side table, you bring your knees to your chest, and slip your cold feet under his shirt, pressing your toes to his back.

He screams and falls off the bed, tearing his eyes as you, “What the fuck?! That was cold!”

“Come here, my feet are still freezing.” You pout.

“Keep yer damn toes away from me!”

“Fine, fine. Just get in.”

He crawls into bed, eyeing you suspiciously. Just like he expected, you threaten to attack him with your cold feet again, and he catches your legs before you can touch him. With a goofy grin, he puts his entire body weight on you while you slap his back in protest.

“What?” He smiles mischievously. “Did you not want me to warm you up?”

“Get off, fatty!” You yell. He rolls off you and pulls you flush into his chest, kissing your temple before resting his chin on your head. His legs wrap around you, holding onto you like you’re his personal body pillow.

Katsuki knew something was off before you did.

Of course he did.

He always noticed everything about you.

It started with the workouts.

You were halfway through your warm-up set, something you could usually breeze through, when your breath staggered a little. Not dramatically. Not enough that anyone else would notice it.

But Katsuki wasn’t “anyone.”

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look up fully. Just shifted his weight to glance at you from the corner of his eye, tracking the way your shoulders tensed and your exhale came out shaky.

“You good?” he said, which for him meant: I’ve already decided something’s weird, give me the data.

“I’m fine,” you huffed, wiping your forehead. “Just tired.”

“Tired from what? You just woke up,” he muttered, turning back to his weights. But he dragged a towel toward you with his foot, pretending it was no big deal.

Then came the sweating.

It was literally freezing in the house. He kept it cold on purpose so he could sleep like a damn dragon in a meat locker. But you were sweating through your shirt like you’d run a marathon.

He didn’t comment. Just adjusted the thermostat a few degrees up with a grunt and tossed one of his softer shirts at you.

“You’re burning up,” he said. “Wear that.”

You gave him a sleepy smile and he pretended he didn’t melt. Just grunted again.

The cravings hit next.

You found yourself eating his food. His food. The kind that had a warning label in your mind. He watched you steal a bite of his extra-spicy noodles like you’d reached across the table to kiss a cobra.

“You want more?” he asked slowly.

“Maybe…” you mumbled.

He slid the bowl toward you, suspicious, but quiet. The next day the pantry was stocked with your new favorite spicy snacks, like it had always been that way.

Then the mood shifts, the naps, the tiny sounds of discomfort you tried to hide. He heard everything. Saw everything. Filed it all away.

And then decided.

He didn’t tell you he’d left work an hour early. Didn’t mention the detour to your favorite takeout place or the pharmacy tucked two blocks down. He walked in the door like nothing was unusual.

“Katsuki?” you called from the living room. “You’re home early.”

“So what?” He set the bag on the kitchen counter. “I can’t come home now?”

You peeked over, smiling already. “What’d you bring?”

“Stuff.” He didn’t elaborate. “Sit down.”

He unpacked the food quietly, plating yours first. He even peeled the lid back for you because he knew you always struggled with it and refused to admit it.

You sat across from him, eating like a starving wolf. He didn’t touch his own meal. Just watched you chew, elbows on the table, chin resting on his fist.

You paused. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I’m not staring,” he said immediately. Then continued staring.

When you finished, he let the silence sit for a second before sliding a small box across the table.

A pregnancy test.

You blinked slowly. “…What is this supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.”

Your hand hovered over the box but didn’t touch it. “Do I look fat? Is that what this is?”

Katsuki sat back and groaned into his palms. “You don’t look fat. Stop talkin’ before you piss me off.”

You scowled. “Then why are you handing me a pregnancy test?”

He lifted his head and looked at you, all sharp lines and soft eyes.

“You’ve been exhausted for weeks,” he started, counting each point on his fingers. “You’re sweating even when it’s freezing. You can’t finish a workout you’ve done a thousand times. You’re hot all the time. Your balance is off. You’re eating my spicy food like it’s nothing. You cry at commercials now. You smell different.”

You flushed. “…I do?”

“Yeah. And your boobs hurt.”

You froze. “…How did you know that?”

“You flinch every time you take your bra off,” he shot back. “I’m not blind.”

You swallowed hard. Your heart was loud. Too loud.

His voice softened. Just barely. “Just take it. Please.”

You did.

And when you came back from the bathroom, the look on your face was all he needed. You didn’t even have to speak. Your hands were shaking.

Katsuki stood instantly.

He crossed the room in two strides, took your hands, looked into your eyes… and exhaled, long and low, like he’d been holding his breath for weeks.

“…Knew it,” he murmured.

You let out a watery laugh. “You’re not even shocked?”

“Why would I be shocked?” he said, pulling you against him and tucking your face into his chest. “You think I wouldn’t notice what’s happening to you? I know you. Better than anybody.”

Your voice trembled. “Are you… happy?”

He squeezed you once, hard. His cheek pressed to your hair.

“I’m happy,” he said quietly. “I’m… really damn happy.”

His thumbs brushed your back. His breath warmed your ear.

“And I’m gonna take care of you. Both of you. So don’t start freaking out on me.”

You laughed into his shirt, and he held you tighter.

Because Katsuki Bakugou had known long before that test ever existed.

He’d known the second your world shifted.

And he adjusted himself, his habits, his entire routine…

because that’s what you do when the person you love is carrying your future.

WRONG NUMBER ⸻ HITOSHI SHINSO ; gn! reader

SYNOPSIS — the strange unknown number you vented to about your crush ends up being your crush. INCLUDES — college + modern au!, smau, crack, fluff, shinso is y/n's campus crush.

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NOTE — if you guys didn't get it, the 'diary entry' shinso wrote wasn't entirely made up bc he acc was staring at y/n LOL! i love his smartass.

𖦹 content. timeskip. k.bakugou x fem!readers. fluff

“Hey… what’s this?”

You frowned slightly, holding up a tiny photo you’d found while digging through Bakugou’s wallet for a few coins. The picture was old corners creased, colors a little faded, like it had lived in there for years.

Bakugou stiffened instantly. “Oi, put that down.”

You blinked, tilting your head. “Wait a sec, this is me!”

The photo was unmistakable. You were mid-laugh, hair a mess, wearing your middle school uniform and flashing a peace sign toward whoever held the camera.

“You seriously kept this?” you asked, almost laughing.

“Tch.” He snatched the wallet from your hands and shoved it into his pocket. “Don’t make it weird.”

“Since middle school?” you pressed, grinning a little.

He turned his head away, the tips of his ears burning. “You gave it to me, didn’t you? I just… never got rid of it.”

Your lips curved into a softer smile. “You even folded it so it wouldn’t get torn.”

“Stop looking at me like that,” he muttered, groaning. “You’re being annoying.”

“Maybe,” you teased, stepping closer, “but that’s still really sweet, you know.”

He exhaled sharply, jaw tightening as his eyes darted toward you. “You always make a big deal out of nothing.”

“And yet,” you murmured, “you’ve carried my face around for years.”

He finally looked at you then, expression caught somewhere between irritation and something gentler.

“…Yeah. So what?”

You nudged his arm lightly. “Guess I should feel honored.”

“Don’t.” His voice was gruff, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Too late,” you said with a grin.

He rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath—but he didn’t sound annoyed this time.

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