A/N: … Guess who is going another one-shot series? Me…. :D Are you sick of me yet? Lol Okay so this is either going to be a series of one shots or a multichapter, so some weird combo of both... Not sure yet. Don't forget to leave me some love! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia this is work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.

"Well?"

Ochako stepped out of the bathroom, shaking her head as she leaned against the door frame. "Nope," she huffed loudly, holding the plastic stick in her hand. "I can't pee."

"What?" Katsuki questioned. Leaning back against the bed on his forearms, he looked at the four empty water bottles scattered on the floor. "How do you not have to pee?"

She shrugged, looking as astounded as he did.

"You always have to pee!"

He honestly didn't think in the five years they'd been together a week went by without him making fun her small bladder. She never made it through the night without at least one late night bathroom trip.

The first night they'd shared a bed had been during the end of their second year, and Katsuki would never forget being rudely awoken by her knee digging into his lower back as she sleepily stumbled toward the bathroom. It only took one time for him to make sure anytime they shared a bed against the wall, Ochako slept by the edge.

Luckily, they didn't have to think too much about that anymore. High school had ended three years ago, and they'd been living together since graduation.

"Well, I don't because it would be helpful right now." Ochako's face twisted into a frustrated scowl as she placed a palm against her forehead. "I don't know. I think I'm too nervous to pee." She would think it would do the opposite.

"Drink more water then." He picked up an unopened water bottle that rested on the floor by his feet and unscrewed the lid. "Here," Katsuki offered, holding it out to her.

Her eyes drifted to the bottle, feeling her stomach churn, "I can't." A fist patted against her chest as she let out a little burp. "I already feel like I'm going to puke."

"You're nauseous?" he frowned.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I don't know!" she sighed, closing her eyes as a wave nausea hit her. "Nerves? The disgusting amount of water I just inhaled? Hormones?"

"I think you're making yourself sick by worrying too much about this."

"I haven't gotten my period in over a month, my boobs are killing me, I'm exhausted, and I have had the urge to puke for the last couple days," Ochako listed shaking her head. "I thought I would if I had to be in that office any longer while that intern was eating those banana cakes."

"You like banana cakes." Quite frankly, Katsuki had never seen her turn down a dessert of any kind. "You got some after dinner awhile ago."

Her nose wrinkled with disgust as she recalled the smell. "Well it stinks. The smell was all over the office today, and I swear it better be out of there tomorrow."

"Maybe you're sick?" There had to be another explanation besides the one they were focused on.

"Yeah," she snorted slamming the test on the counter. Ochako rubbed her face with a pathetic growl as her cheeks burned with frustration and tears burned at the corners of her eyes. "For the next nine months."

"Come here."

"But-"

"Come." His voice was gruff as he looked at her gently, opening his arms to her. "Here.

Her feet dragged across the carpet before she lowered herself into his lap. Pressing her knees at the outside of his thighs, she buried her face into his shoulder with a small whimper. "I'm sorry."

"Shut up," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a soft kiss to the side of her head. "There's nothing to be sorry for."

Leaning back, she sniffled and gave him a little nod as she swallowed the lump of emotion and nausea at the back of her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut trying to absorb his words as tears flooded down her cheeks. Lips trembling, she sighed, "But-"

"No buts," Katsuki told her patiently, wiping her face with a sigh. "I'm not mad at you-"

"What if I'm pregnant?" she questioned, sucking in a tight breath. Glassy brown eyes stared wildly waiting for an answer.

"Hey," he grabbed her left hand, bringing the thin platinum band wrapped in small diamonds to her attention. "I fucking mean this."

"I know-"

"I meant it six months ago, and I mean it now," Katsuki said, bringing one of his hands to the side of her face. "If you're pregnant, we'll deal with it-"

"No one even knows we're married." They'd been unofficially engaged since graduation and eloped six months ago. With their public image being a huge part of their careers, PR at both of their agencies hated that they were in a relationship. Single heroes, especially in the early stages of their careers, rose through the ranks in popularity faster than those in relationships.

The two of them were still working as sidekicks. Katsuki had been starting to gain more popularity and attention in the last year despite there being some talk in the media about his involvement with Ochako, so they'd kept their engagement quiet when he proposed.

Eloping hadn't been their first choice. Ideally, they wanted to celebrate with a small crowd of people, but most of their friends didn't know they were engaged. Also, it was nearly impossible to get everyone together at once because everyone was so busy with their careers. Katsuki and Ochako weren't really convinced they'd be able to take any real time off, let alone find time to plan the actual event, so they eloped.

They had a small ceremony with their families, exchanged rings, and sent a picture text to Kirishima, Midoriya, and Todoroki with the news.

"Doesn't matter," he shrugged.

"How are we going to explain this?"

"We don't owe anyone an explanation!"

"Yeah well," she sighed, pressing her palms against his shoulders. "People already think we're terrible role models for living together in sin-"

"Fuck them! We're married."

"Yeah, but-"

"And even if we weren't it's not any of their damn business either way," he said fiercely.

He was right. "What's your agency going to say?" She wasn't worried about Ryukyu's reaction. Her boss had a soft spot for children.

"Tch, not a damn thing." PR department would lose their minds but… "Best Jeanist is gonna give me some long-winded congratulations speech about fatherhood or some shit." Probably a friendly snide remark about how he ever imagined this happening.

Her lips curled into a crooked smile as a small chuckle escaped her lips, "You're taking this surprisingly well."

It was his turn to frown. "How the hell else was I supposed to take it?"

"We never really seriously talked about kids." They'd made little comments about kids, but it never went beyond a noncommital hypothetical. "And we're both still just starting out. I don't know what this is going to do to our careers." She was going to be out of action for at least the next year.

"We're always going to be busy," Katsuki shrugged. "Is there ever going to be a good time?"

She blinked. "Who are you and what have you done with my husband?"

"For fuck's sake," he mumbled with a small chuckle. "One of us has to stay rational, you haven't even peed on the damn stick yet!"

Ochako pressed a kiss to his lips as she brought their foreheads together, "You're really okay with this?"

"Are you?" he asked her quietly.

"I'm excited, nervous, terrified-" She huffed loudly, feeling her shoulders hike up against her earlobes. "I'm all over the place about it."

"If it's negative we can try again." His arms pulled her tighter against him.

"Seriously?!"

"A little practice never hurt!"

"Oh my god, you're terrible!" she cackled, throwing her head back with laughter. Ochako settled against him, sitting up as she patted his chest. "Moment of truth," she sighed. Her lips twisted nervously as she got up and walked back into the bathroom.

Katsuki nodded, releasing a loud exhale when she shut the door behind her. His fingers threaded through his hair, pulling at his scalp a little as he inhaled through his nose. "Holy fucking shit," he whispered.

Katsuki didn't know the first thing about kids, but somehow he'd become a magnet for them.

Children would flock toward him after fights wanting to talk to him or get a better look at Ground Zero. He wasn't as brash or vulgar as he'd been when he was younger, but he definitely didn't see himself as a kid-friendly hero.

That was Deku or Kirishima.

Even Todoroki, aloof and introverted, was much better with children than he was.

When children approached him, Katsuki was never sure what to say to them. He'd mumble a few words while eyeing them strangely until their parents shuffled them away.

The thought of being a father rattled his system with adrenaline and made his chest burn with pride.

"Katsuki," she called, opening the door. Holding the stick in her hands, Ochako looked at him stoically as she stood in the doorway.

"Well?" His heart thudded in his ears, wiping his palms nervously against his sweatpants.

She stepped in front of him slowly, passing him the test as she chewed on her bottom lip. "Here."

PREGNANT

The word took the air from his lungs like a sucker punch. "For real?" he questioned, looking up at her.

"According to this." She crawled into the bed, resting her head against his shoulder and taking his free hand in hers. "I should probably call the doctor tomorrow."

"Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't think you should be running into burning buildings." Katsuki stared at the test almost expecting it to change before his eyes.

"I'm not helpless!"

"I know, but-" He'd never seen her as fragile but the word staring back at him was starting to cloud his judgment.

"Let's figure it out in the morning," she told him. Shifting to her knees, she wrapped her arms around his neck looking down at the pregnancy test. "We're going to be parents," she whispered with awe.

What the hell were they going to do?

"You think they're going to be as stubborn as you?"

Katsuki's eyes widened at the thought. "Oh shit…"

"Yep."