A/N: Okay, so I guess this series is going to be a series of multichapter things and one-shots because why not?! Just why not?! lol I am ABSOLUTE TRASH for domestic kacchako, so let's do this!

ALSO: There is a minor mention of miscarriage in this chapter. I just wanted to warn those who are sensitive to the subject being brought up.

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.

"You look like shit."

Ochako's eyes narrowed as she stumbled into the kitchen chair. Elbows collapsing against the table, she buried her face in her hands. "Thanks," she groaned, voice muffled and tired. A soft, high pitched yawn squeaked from the back of her throat as her hands slid into her hair. "I feel like shit." Her fingers snaked through the tangles that had accumulated from her tossing and turning all night.

"Nauseous?" Katsuki questioned, leaning against the counter as he looked at her.

She nodded, curling her hands against her neck as she looked at him with sleepy eyes. "Yeah. I'll be fine."

He knew better than to ask her if she was calling out. Katsuki could count the number of times she'd called out since they'd started their careers on one hand. "Well, you can't go to work on an empty stomach, even if you are gonna be on desk duty all day."

"I'm not hungry," she sighed, ignoring his not so subtle way to telling her not to go out into the field today. She was honestly feeling too sick and tired to pick a fight with him no matter how much her temper gnawed at her.

He picked up a bowl from the counter and set it in front of her, "Just a couple bites."

Ochako swallowed a thick lump of bile that was sliding up her throat as she turned her head away from the bowl.

"It's just some okayu-"

Her eyes closed as she inhaled slowly as if she could wish the tidal wave of sickness away.

"-with some chicken broth-"

The smell of the food beneath her nose assaulted her stomach as she felt her mouth begin to water with nausea.

"-miso, and egg-"

That was it. Her palms came flying down on the table as she pushed herself from her chair and made a mad dash toward their bathroom. Slamming the door open, she dropped to her knees and emptied her stomach into the toilet. Her hands gripped the seat feeling another pulse of sickness rising in her throat. Hot tears streaked down her cheeks as she heaved, her stomach empty and burning.

"You're fucking calling out."

Ochako listened to the soft slap of his footsteps against the bathroom tile as she brought her face against her arm. She listened to the sound of the faucet as she inhaled slowly. "I'm fine," she breathed, swallowing the sour taste in her mouth. Her hand reached up to flush the toilet as she sighed slowly.

Katsuki knelt down in front of her, wiping her face with a cloth. "Bullshit." He'd somehow managed to make the swear sound gentle as he cleaned her chin. "The smell of fucking porridge makes you puke."

She frowned, opening her eyes slowly as she came face to face with worried red eyes. "To be fair," she sighed, sitting up slowly as she rested her elbows against the toilet seat. "I think it was the egg or the miso." It was probably both.

"You need to call out."

"Katsuki-"

His eyes drifted closed for a moment as he felt worry and anger burn in his lungs. "Please."

He didn't use the word often but when he did, it melted at the pit of her stomach and made her chest sink with guilt. It definitely didn't help with her nausea.

"Just-," he yelled, stopping himself as he fought to control his temper. Breathing in slowly and holding his breath for a moment, he exhaled and tried again, "Just fucking stay home today. Call the doctor and find out what you can and can't do."

"I'm not injured," she sighed, feeling her frustration build. "This isn't a disease or a disability. I'm pregnant, and I'm pretty sure I'm not the first hero to go through this."

"I'm not saying that."

"So, what are you saying?" He was right. She wasn't even sure why she was picking a fight with him.

"You look like death warmed over," Katsuki told her honestly, sliding the rag down her cheek as he examined the dark circles under her eyes. "You slept like shit last night, you're puking, and I think you should just take the day off so we can figure this out."

"What is there to figure out?"

"You're pregnant-" It was the first time he'd said it out loud. Even after he'd slept on it, Katsuki still couldn't imagine that in a year there would be another person at the center of their relationship. "And I'm pretty sure if smoking is off limits, then so is going into a burning building."

She shook her head, "I can still patrol."

"What if you get hit in the stomach? Or stabbed?"

Ochako honestly hadn't considered that, "What am I supposed to do?" For the most part, she'd only been left with scrapes and scratches at the end of a patrol shift. They'd both endured the occasional broken bone or sprain, but nothing that caused them to be absent for a significant amount of time. There had been a close call with a gun during her first year. The bullet had only grazed her arm, but the impact of the incident had been too real for either of them.

Katsuki took a seat behind her, pulling her into his lap as he wrapped his arms around her waist. His palms pressed against the flat planes of her stomach, dipping underneath her top to touch her skin. "Tell Ryukyu you're on desk duty until further notice."

"What reason am I supposed to give her?

"The truth. You're growing a human being!"

"No," her response left her lips before he'd had a chance to finish. "We're not telling anyone."

He snorted softly, "It's not like we can keep this from them. People are going to notice." He couldn't help but wonder when her pregnancy would start showing. How far along was she?

"I know, but," Ochako frowned, eyes drifting toward the ceiling as she swallowed tightly. "What if I'm not pregnant?"

"The stick you peed on said you're pregnant."

"What if the blood test says I'm not?" she asked him quietly, sniffling softly. "What if there's no heartbeat when they do an ultrasound?"

One minute she was puking, the next she was ready to fight, and now Katsuki caught tears bubbling at the corners of her eyes. "Where is this coming from?!"

"While I was on my lunch break yesterday, I was researching on the internet and-"

"Tch. Any idiot can post shit, it doesn't mean anything." Katsuki should have known. "That's not going to happen," he whispered, pressing his palm against the skin below her belly button.

Her head turned, looking at him with a sad smile, "You don't know that."

"I do." At this point, those words were more for her. "But we'll wait. You stay home today," he told her, placing a kiss against her temple. "Call the doctor so we can get some real information."

"Okay," Ochako sighed with a nod, leaning back and puckering her lips for a kiss.

"Brush your teeth first," he cringed, pulling his head away from her.

"Aw," she pouted playfully as she rubbed their noses together.

He watched her stand, legs shaky as she approached the sink. "Want me to make you some plain okayu?" Katsuki stood, stepping behind her.

Ochako shook her head, brushing her teeth as her nose wrinkled in disgust. Slurping some water from the faucet she swished it around in her mouth and spit. "I'll just get some crackers and make some tea. Don't worry about it."

"I can put the kettle on," Katsuki offered, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorway.

"Don't worry about it," she repeated. "Eat. Get ready for work. You've got PD today right?"

"Yeah…" Katsuki hated professional development days more than the massive amount of paperwork he had to endure on a daily basis. There were few things worse than being forced to sit in boring seminars when he could be catching up on the actual work he had waiting for him at his desk. "Do you want me to stay home with you?"

"No," she chuckled, wiping her face off with a towel. "I would hate to deprive you of all the stimulating information about crime statistics, new initiatives, and contract changes." Ochako wrapped her arms around his neck, stretching up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips.

"Eh, it's the same shit, different meeting." It really was. He only attended these meetings because he was required to be there. "I can call out."

"No." Ochako shook her head, pressing her hands against his chest. "I am fine."

That was a matter of opinion.

"I'm nauseous and tired," she chuckled, sighing as her stomach churned. "I'm not dying. One of us is going to work."

He huffed, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "You're sure?"

"I will call my doctor as soon as the office opens." She looked up at him, cupping his face tenderly. "Go to work."

"Tch."

Ochako rolled her eyes, leaning up to capture his lips, "You can't stay home every time I puke."

She was right.

"I'll be fine." She gently shoved him out of the bathroom, giving him a little slap on his backside. "Go to work. I'll behave."

He growled, "You call me if-"

"I know," she assured with a little chuckle. "I'll be fine."

His eyes narrowed. "I mean it."

"I know."

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The speaker could have offered him the number one hero spot along with a lifetime of bragging rights, and he wouldn't have blinked.

He couldn't focus.

"Fuck," he murmured, dropping his head to his lap. Last time he checked in with Ochako, she informed him that she'd successfully put in for a personal day, left a message with her doctor, and thrown up again.

She told him she was going to take a nap and he should focus on his professional development.

That wasn't happening.

He'd been to enough of these seminars to know the point: Crime was on the rise in Japan. His ears tuned out of the speech as soon as he heard about the 'rising epidemic' that was 'running rampant'.

They loved to talk about it. Even when things were calm and they didn't have the data to support it, somehow crime was on the rise and things were worse than they'd ever been.

Katsuki couldn't complain about it.

One of the things he'd reconciled with a long time ago was his career and success depended on crime. If people didn't break the law, he was out of a job. How would he establish himself as the number one hero if he wasn't keeping people safe?

"Last week, a suspect fled the scene into a preschool a half a mile away-"

Katsuki's head jerked toward the screen, eyes wide at the presenter's words. Images of small children being surrounded by police filled the screen. Little hands over their heads as they moved out of the building, the suspect sitting on the sidewalk yards from where they exited.

It never bothered him hearing about the convenience store robbery a few blocks from his apartment, the robbery around the corner from his office, or the stabbing that occurred in broad daylight.

But her words enraged and the images snapped something inside of him. How the hell hadn't he heard about this?

"-Luckily he was apprehended outside one the classrooms-"

Luckily?!

The pen in his hand shattered as he swallowed a scathing comment. He looked around the room at the neutral faces of his colleagues, pulling the broken pen into his lap.

How had they let the guy get that far? His chest tightened as panic began to overtake him. The air around him had grown thin and heavy while his colleagues casually scribbled notes.

His eyes went back up to the screen in horror unable to look anywhere else.

"-Officers found a loaded gun-"

His hands began to shake as sweat poured from his palms. He wasn't afraid of guns even after having a few of them pointed at him. Part of his training meant learning how to disarm a suspect and secure a firearm.

"-The facility was placed on lockdown for about two hours while police made sure the building was clear-"

Lockdown was standard procedure.

He'd experienced enough of them while at U.A. to understand it was the best thing to do when civilians in the crosshairs but suddenly that procedure didn't feel good enough.

"A pregnant woman-"

Katsuki was out of the room before she could even finish that sentence. He didn't want to hear about it. The images of the frightened children were enough.

The door to the conference room drifted shut quietly as he leaned against the wall next to the door. Tilting his head back, Katsuki closed his eyes as he wiped his hands against his pants.

He'd seen dead bodies sliced and shredded, people riddled with bullet holes, and unspeakable accidents. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since Ochako had confirmed her pregnancy and he was a mess at the mention of children near a gunman and the mention of a pregnant victim.

What was he going to do when the kid was born?

Kids didn't need to leave the house, did they? He was already trying to think of a way he could get Ochako to stay home during her pregnancy. She could telecommute…

"Oh hey, Kacchan!"

Even after all these years, Izuku had still insisted on calling him that ridiculous childhood nickname. They'd pretty much buried the hatchet since their time at U.A. and Katsuki had accepted that he was Ochako's best friend.

"You're at this thing too?" Izuku chuckled.

In some strange way, they were also friends.

"Of course you're here," he rambled, oblivious to the state the blonde was in. "I think I saw Tsu, Iida, and Kirishima during the sign-in. It's not surprising that a lot of us are-"

And right now, at this moment, Katsuki was pretty sure he was going to lose his mind. He'd kept it together last night for Ochako but the universe seemed to be testing his limit.

"I'm surprised Ochako isn't here. Is she working today?"

Maybe in another week or two he'd be able to listen to some of the crime incidents, but not right now.

"Kacchan?" Izuku questioned, looking at his friend strangely.

Katsuki swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Are you-"

Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the collar dragging him down the small hallway. "Shut up."

"Are you-"

"Shut up," he hissed as he pulled. He shoved the man into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

"Ummm…" Izuku started nervously.

Katsuki's back fell against the wall as he slid down to the floor. Hands gripped behind his head as he panted loudly, feeling his control slip from his grasp.

"You realize we don't have to fight if you wanna cry or vent, right?"

"Fuck you!" he spat weakly as he fought to collect himself. "That was one time!" Maybe twice. Either way, at the time that was the best way he could express himself.

"Okay."

Katsuki liked to think he'd grown some since then. "I'm fucking freaking out," he murmured. For the most part, he still preferred to keep his most vulnerable emotions locked away from the world. The person he leaned on when he felt weak was overwhelmed, and he couldn't add to her burden.

Izuku held is hands up in mock surrender as he took a little step back, "So…?"

Eijirou would have been his first choice to vent to, but Izuku was here and had already seen him panicked more than once. What was another time?

"Ochako's pregnant," he blurted out, shaking his head. "And they're in my fucking session talking about a daycare having a gunman inside and a pregnant woman being crime victims, and I can't hear this shit today." His eyes squeezed shut waiting for a response.

The sound of water dripping from one of the faucets echoed off the tiles, counting the seconds like a metronome.

"Oi!"

Izuku blinked, looking at his friend wide-eyed the corners of his lips twitching.

"Fucking say something!" he yelled, standing up with a growl.

"Congratulations!"

What?

"That's wonderful, Kacchan!" Izuku cheered, jumping over and hugging him. "That's so exciting! When is she-"

"What the fuck?" he frowned, knocking him away with a shove. "Are you not listening?!"

"I-" Izuku paused, brow furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand."

"People are bringing guns into fucking daycares-"

"Kacchan, it's-"

"No!" Katsuki barked as he paced the around the bathroom. "Don't do that silver lining shit! Cause there ain't one!" Had someone shown him these images yesterday, his mind would have been on the facts.

How did the suspect get away?

How had they apprehended him?

What were his charges?

What papers and reports needed to be filed?

Today he couldn't analyze the facts. His chest hurt at the sight of the terrified children on the screen and the thought of a pregnant victim.

"I'm about to bring a child into that!" That could be his kid tucked in a corner of a classroom in fear and the thought enraged him. One day, he might be the parent forced to wait on the opposite side of the police tape.

"Well," Izuku started carefully, watching him stomp. "Isn't that why you're a hero in the first place?"

Katsuki stopped, "Huh?" Truthfully, his motivation for being a hero had been about his ego. Helping people was just a part of the job.

"We're out there to make sure people are safe."

He snorted, "Well obviously, we're doing a shitty job." That guy should have never made it into that daycare center.

"And that's why we're here!" Izuku smiled, clasping a warm hand to his friend's shoulder. "We're here to talk about our mistakes and learn from them."

Katsuki sighed, dragging a hand over his face as he inhaled slowly. "I need you to come down off your pedestal of blinding fucking optimism and meet me halfway, okay?"

"Alright."

"I just learned," he started slowly, "My wife, who works as a hero and puts her life on the line running into burning fucking buildings, crumbling towers, crazy natural disasters, and chases down people three times as big as her, is pregnant in a world where sick fucks are running into daycares with guns and killing pregnant women."

Izuku leaned against the sink patiently listening. He loosely folded his arms in front of him as he looked at his friend.

"I'm allowed to freak out!"

"Yes-"

"Okay then!"

"But-"

Katsuki shook his head, "Don't you start with me on that glass half full shit!"

"I'm not," Izuku told him as he held his hands in front of him with mock surrender. "But it's not like you're sitting by and watching the world fall to pieces. You're actively trying to make the world better."

Making the world better was a byproduct of feeding his ego. To rise to the rank of number one meant rising to the level that All Might was as the Symbol of Peace. "I guess."

"So maybe this will motivate you more?"

Or drive him insane. "Tch."

"What does Ochako think?"

"She," he groaned, dragging a tired hand over his face. "She's home puking and worried about there not being a heartbeat or something."

"What?"

"She just peed on a stick last night! We haven't been to a doctor yet, so don't go blabbing this to your boyfriend or anyone."

"That's understandable. I won't say anything," Izuku nodded happily. "You guys take all the time you need."

"Thanks," Katsuki murmured exhaling slowly.

"I think you guys are going to be great parents."

Katsuki hadn't even thought about the parenting part.

What the hell was he gonna do with a kid?

To be Continued…