A/N: This isn't as long as I imagined, but it's lots of fluff before we get back to the prebaby life and figuring things out because I wanted cutsy fluff... It's a fluffy interlude/'mini' chapter'.

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.


"He's late."

Ochako smirked, tracing the pad of one of her fingers around the rim of her tea mug, "He's not late." Brown eyes drifted to the clock above the cash register across from them before settling back to the man sitting next to her.

"If he's on my time-"

"We said one o'clock."

She laughed, "It's twelve forty-five."

"Tch," Katsuki scoffed, squeezing her thigh before placing his hand on the top of her stomach. "You have a doctor's appointment at three thirty-"

"They already know they have until two forty-five, at the latest, to speak to us." She patted the hand he'd placed on her stomach before taking a drink of her tea. "They're not late."

His scowl deepened as he slouched down in his chair like a toddler waiting in time out, "Remind we why we're doing this again?"

When she'd returned home with Shouto from lunch a couple weeks ago, he'd been enraged when he found out a journalist had grabbed her arm. The only thing that had managed to pull him from his anger was the knowledge that Ochako had felt their child stirring for the first time. He'd spent most of the night trying to feel the movement with no luck, murder plans forgotten for the moment.

"We're doing this because ignoring the attention has only made it worse," she reminded him. No one had been as bold to grab her again, but the calls, messages, and requests for comments continued to flood them. "Neither of us wants this to escalate, so we're going to give them an inch and-"

"I should give those motherfu-"

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, almost daring him to finish that sentence.

"Crumb sniffers-"

If anything, Ochako had to give him credit for originality. Her cracking down on his cursing certainly didn't stifle his ability to express himself.

"A stiff kick to the throat," he muttered angrily.

"I agree." She wished she could have personally taught that young journalist a lesson in keeping his hands to himself. "But, it's better to give them something while the details are still kinda vague on our end, so we don't have to lie."

"I'm not worried about being honest with those nosey idiots."

"It's not good for either of our careers if we lie."

"Tch."

"Don't 'tch' me, Katsuki."

He smirked, resting an elbow to the table as he locked eyes with her, "Tch."

"Even your agency thinks this will be a great opportunity for people to see a different side of you."

"They're only interested in money."

"Well-" He wasn't wrong. While an important part of being a hero was protecting others and upholding justice, it was a business.

Heroes were considered civil servants and didn't make much more than police officers or firefighters when starting out. Pay raises came with experience and good evaluations, but those were minimal compared to the money they earned from being popular.

Popularity meant opportunities for endorsement deals, action figures, apparel, lunch boxes, backpacks, books, and anything else they could market.

Interviews were just a step on the stairway to number one.

"We benefit from this too. This could help with your rank and an endorsement deal would go a long way to us getting that house we looked at yesterday."

"We can afford that house without it."

"We'd have to take a big chunk out of our savings." The down payment alone would almost drain that account, and they were going to need things for the baby. "We're gonna need things for the baby-"

"All of which we have money for," he assured, stroking her stomach with a sigh. Katsuki glanced at the clock again. "Look, I get that you don't wanna take money out of our savings, but we need-"

"We don't need a house." It would be nice but- "And we really don't need a house with three bedrooms."

"Where are your parents going to sleep when they come to visit?"

Good point.

"And what if we decided to have another brat?"

Ochako flinched, shocked at the question. "Huh?"

"You heard me."

"We're really discussing this in a coffee shop minutes before we're about to be interviewed?"

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair, "My points fu-friggin' are valid. This house is in a pretty decent neighborhood, closer to your agency-"

"Yeah, but you have a longer commute now."

"I'm not worried about an extra ten or fifteen minutes."

"We both know in rush hour it's not an extra ten or fifteen minutes," she sighed. "I think we should keep looking. This is the only house we've seen. We still have plenty of time to find a house if we decide to move." Though not as much as either of them would like.

"I really want to move before the brat gets here," he sighed, looking at her with a crooked smile. His hand splayed over her stomach as he rubbed in slow circles.

"This is a big investment."

"I know, so I am trying to think about as many variables as possible before we make this decision."

"Including more kids?"

"I mean," he nodded, giving his shoulders a little shrug. "Do you want another brat?"

Ochako laughed, "We haven't even had this one yet!"

"Yeah, but-"

"We don't even know if it's a boy or girl."

"What's that got to do with anything?" he questioned chuckling.

"You're saying you don't have a preference?"

"I'm saying it's a brat," Katsuki told her casually. "But most importantly, it's our brat."

"That-" She laughed, lacing their fingers together. "That was really sweet."

"Don't get soft on me," he teased with a good-natured sneer.

"Can't help it. I am a giant tangled ball of hormones." Resting her head against his shoulder, Ochako flashed him a blinding wide smile. "And you're saying such sweet things to us."

"It's the truth."

"Well, I think it's a boy," she started, closing her hands for a moment and feeling little whirls of movement. "Feels like a boy."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"I can't explain it." It was definitely weird. "We did a bunch of old wives tales tests at work yesterday cause I told them we were finding out today and even those tests agreed with me."

"Not scientific, angel face," he reminded her, amused.

"Welp, I'm carrying low, I have dry skin, my hair is thick, baking soda made my pee fizzle-"

"What the hell?"

"Katsuki!"

"No, I get to say that. In fact," he laughed, shaking his head. "I should have been allowed to drop the f-bomb for that one."

"It was fun!" The tests had been unexpected, but welcome fun for Ochako. Things had been slow in the office so Ryukyu suggested they try to predict the baby's sex. "You know I heard some people do parties to announce it."

"We are not having a party."

"Why?"

"What do we need a party for?" he frowned.

"They looked really cute. Like you get your family and friends all together, they play games, we try out the old wives' tales to see what the baby's sex-"

"We're going to see that on the screen in like two hours."

"Anyway," she nudged him. "Then we reveal the baby's sex by cutting into a cake and showing either pink or blue-"

"So this is about cake, huh?"

"You know, one of the old wives' tales said if I was craving sweet things more than salty it's a girl, but I always am craving sweets so I think that doesn't count, but," Ochako continued. "The point is I think it would be fun to have a party."

Katsuki looked down at her, cocking a knowing brow in her direction, "You just want cake."

"We could do pink or blue capes for the reveal. We don't have "

"Neither of us wears a cape." He glanced up at the clock.

Five minutes till one.

"And why do we have to do pink and blue?"

"We don't have to do pink and blue, just something to represent that it's a girl or it's a boy. It could be orange for your costume and pink for mine," she explained. "It could floaty or 'splody."

"What the f-" His lips clenched stopping the word from spilling off his tongue. "What does that even mean?"

"Floaty for girl, 'splody for boy."

"Our daughter could have an explosion quirk, just as easily as our son could have the zero gravity." There was also the possibility of their child getting a blend of their quirks as he had from his parents.

"Then you think of something!" she giggled, bringing her tea mug to her lips.

"Tch, we need to worry about what we're going to actually call the brat." Katsuki turned to the large side window, glowering at the sight of the journalist appearing headed toward the door. "And not choking this idiot."

A gentle hand patted his thigh as she waved over to him, "It won't be so bad." Ochako stood up, looking at Katsuki to do the same.

"Nosey biscuit licker," Katsuki grumbled, shuffling to his feet and taking a little step in front of her.

She snorted, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. "Biscuit licker?"

"You said no cursing!" he hissed between his teeth. "I'm already annoyed we have to talk to that jerk."

"This is going to be a cake walk."

Red eyes narrowed at the man waving at them.

"We're not on the clock," she stated, taking his arm. "We are conducting this interview on neutral territory on our day off out of the goodness of our hearts, so if he even thinks to overstep by a hair-"

"You sneaky little minx," he grinned impishly, looking at her out the corner of his eye. "You planned this." Katsuki tugged next to him, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I mean," she shrugged with faux innocence as a smile of her own crept to her face. "We don't know much, so I am not sure how interesting this interview is going to be."

She planned this.

"I mean, it's too soon to know the baby's sex. We can talk about our wedding, but-" There really wasn't much to say. They had a photo they planned on sharing with the journalist, but there really wasn't too much to say about that. "Everyone isn't too pressed for details."

"You are so fucking hot when you're devious," he growled, lowering his lips near her ear.

"Katsuki," she groaned, chuckling with a soft blush as she nudged his arm. "Language."

"You started this," he murmured as the journalist approached them.

"I know," she whispered. Forcing a friendly smile on her face, Ochako bowed politely. "Kanai Yoshi, nice to see you again." She had to stop herself from grinning at the cold flush of fear in the young man's eyes as Katsuki's stare sliced through him. "Katsuki, this was the journalist I ran into when Shouto and I were at that sweets shop a few weeks ago."

Yoshi swallowed hard, bowing deeply in front of Katsuki, "Ground Zero-san, it is a pleasure to meet you."

The silent 'please don't roast me on a spit after grabbing your wife' was received loud and clear.

This was going to be a fun interview.

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"I hate to admit how satisfying that was."

Ochako laughed from her position against the exam table. "I told you so."

"Yeah, yeah," Katsuki huffed, smirking from his seat next to her. "You were right."

"What?" Her head shot up from the pillow as she pushed her back off the table, palms resting behind her. "I think I'm going to need you to repeat that."

His eyes rolled to the ceiling, smirk still on his face. "You heard me, angel face."

"I don't think I did," she shook her head, placing one of her hands on her stomach and looking down. "Did you?"

To be fair, he should have known it was going to be two against one from now on.

"Nope," she chirped happily looking over at her husband with a wide satisfied smile. "We did not hear you."

"How do you know if the brat heard me or not?"

"Really?"

"Hel- Heck yeah!"

"The baby moves sometimes when they hear your voice, so," she closed her eyes, focusing on feeling movement form her midsection. The baby's kicks were still rather light at this point. "And right now they're pretty still."

"Tch." Katsuki placed a hand to her stomach, leaning over her. "Kick harder brat."

"Be nice!" she giggled, moving her hand to the back of his head.

"I am!"

"You know you're going to have to stop calling them brat, right?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"I've already stopped cursing." Stopped was open to interpretation. He made it a point to use every single curse word in his arsenal while he was at work and wasn't in range of Ochako. "I'm not giving up calling the brat 'brat'."

She sighed loudly.

"I still call you round face."

"No you don't! You call me 'cheeks'." She wasn't sure that was any better.

"Eh," he chuckled. "Well, I guess I need to get back to the classic, huh?"

"You're terrible."

"Do you hear how your mama talks to me?"

The corners of her eyes crinkled as a grin overtook her face, "What did you call me?"

"What?"

"What did you just now call me?"

Katsuki sat up, cocking his head in confusion, "Huh?"

"You called me 'mama'," she gushed, sniffling a little.

He frowned, "So you're gonna cry about it?!"

"It made my heart happy!"

"So you cry!?" he questioned, handing her tissue from the nearby box.

"I'm pregnant! We've been through this today!" And about several times a day over the last month.

"Dork." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and placed a kiss to the top of her head. "No excuse."

Ochako laughed, "You should have done that in the interview."

"Yeah, no." It was bad enough he'd been forced to answer a list of annoying cliche questions about their personal life, he wasn't going to but on a spectacle for the reporter.

The interview hadn't been too bad though, it had been surprisingly simple and short.

There weren't that many details from their wedding to share considering it had technically been an elopement. The picture offered more interesting details than the two of them could. The biggest questions were about their decision to quietly elope.

Neither of them were comfortable sharing her due date or exactly how far along she was, and, smartly, Kanai had been too afraid to ask.

They didn't know the sex and hadn't discussed names yet.

Katsuki enjoyed watching the journalist scramble for questions to nervously ask them. He was forced to swallow a grin every time Kanai's face paled at their genuine answers of 'I don't know' to a lot of his questions.

"Aww," she cooed, wiping her face and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Next time."

"No."

"Yes, papa."

Katsuki wrinkled his nose, "That's so weird."

"Would you rather me call you daddy?" She regretted it the second she finished the question, watching her husband's eyes light up in a mixture of amusement and deviance.

"Well-"

"Don't."

"You started it."

"We have little ears listening!"

He scoffed, "How do you think the kid got here in the first place?"

"Not like that." She paused, looking up at him curiously as she sniffled once more. "Not with me screaming that."

"Next time."

"No."

Katsuki chuckled wickedly as the doctor stepped into the room.

Chiba looked from Katsuki to Ochako, brows raising slowly as she closed the door behind her. "Do I even want to know?"

"No," Ochako assured, shaking her head nudging Katsuki.

"Okay," Chiba spoke slowly, placing her clipboard on the table and taking a seat by the exam table. "So, are we still looking to see if it's a boy or girl?"

Katsuki glanced down at Ochako, eyes widening a bit as he gave a little shrug, "It's up to you."

"You have a say," Ochako told him, holding his hand.

"Hell yeah I wanna know!"

"Okay," Ochako inhaled, nodding toward the doctor. "Let's do this."

To be Continued…