8. A secluded meeting in a quiet place
The past two weeks were uneventful. Pregnancy gossip died down, and Izukus morning sickness was almost non existent. Shoto and Bakugo wanted their alone time with him, but Izuku was afraid to hurt the baby. Uraraka was invited to his first doctors visit and was able to see the baby from the ultrasound. She and Inko gushed over their babyshower plans. Inko had messaged her husband about his soon to be grandchild, but he never replied. Inko and Izuku knew he was bad at messaging, so it wasn't a surprise.
Izuku waited between class periods, looking at one picture on his phone. Their visit to the doctor didn't excite or make him nervous. But the sonogram picture of 'Baby Midoriya' was terrifying. Seeing the black and white photo of a small baby shape, just made it real. It was just the side of the baby, but you could tell it was a real human infant from the silhouette. There was no disconnect. This thing was in him. He was making this baby.
"Oi, Deku," an overly aggressive voice asked. Izuku put his phone facing down on his desk to see Bakugo stretching, "teach told us he wanted us to get what he ordered from the library,".
"Oh, okay," he believed him. He started following the blonde teen through the halls. They didn't talk or look at each other. This was normal for them. They were in public. It wouldn't be smart if they held hands or even acted nicer than usual.
They went into the library, passing through the isles of books, seemingly in no specific direction. In a dark corner, Izuku noticed they were probably in the wrong place.
"Kacchan, I don't think-" Quickly, Bakugo pinned Izuku to the wall of books, holding his head down with a forceful kiss. Izuku kissed back, trying to fight for dominance. Bakugos arms moved under Izukus thighs, pulling him up and resting the green boy on his hips. Instinctively Izuku wrapped his legs around him, holding himself up. Izuku was always thrilled about their secret makeouts. Despite Izukus claim to be too embarrassed to do it in a public space, he loved the dirty thrill of the taboo . But he couldn't let this get too far.
He held Bakugos jaw, pushing him away.
"What-" he was breathing heavily, "let's relax. I need to-" Bakugo pushed against him, causing a slight moan to come out from the blonde boy. Izuku bit his neck, trying to get his attention. That only excited Bakugo more. He bit him back, hard. Izuku loved it. His thrilled moan purred in his lover's ear. His bites moved back to Izukus lips, kissing him again. The freckled boy splayed his fingers in Bakugos hair; gripping and pulling at him.
As Bakugo pulled away to kiss him over and over, Izuku tried again to get his attention.
"Kac-Kacc-" he spoke between kisses, "Kacchan, wait- hold on," he pulled his face away, "I need to-".
"Deku," he pressed his face in Izukus neck, "I'm sick of it,".
"Wh- what?" He was startled at Bakugo. He set Izuku on the ground, but still pinned him.
"I want to tell everyone. I want everyone to know." he pushed out his words, "there were these girls, talking about you. Wanting to ask you out. I'm sick of hearing it. I hate having to pretend to hate you all the time. You belong to me. I want to tell the whole school so no one will steal you from me," he gently rested his head in Izukus neck.
Izuku was taken aback.
"But- you told me to keep us a secret in middle school. You didn't want anyone to know," he remembered. He felt him nod into his neck.
"That was before," he admitted, "no one looked at you. I didn't have to worry," he got quiet.
"And you were embarrassed," Izuku answered for him, "you were embarrassed to be seen with a quirkless wimp," his memory was filled with bullying and harshness. Bakugo didn't say anything, but knew Izuku was right. It hurt them both. It wasn't fair.
Bakugo pushed off of him.
"Class is gonna start," he grabbed Izukus hand, pulling him along.
"Wait-" Izuku refused to move. Bakugo looked back at him, blush across his face. "I can't. I can't tell everyone. Not yet,". Bakugo turned away, letting his hand go.
"You're embarrassed of me," he scoffed, "you're popular and have an amazingly powerful borrowed quirk. I deserve it,".
"No, no, Kacchan," he grabbed onto Bakugo, pulling him to face each other, "I'm not embarrassed by you. I'm embarrassed by myself," he admitted, "I'm a terrible boyfriend. I don't treat you the way I should be," he started crying, "I treat you terribly,".
"You fucking idiot," Bakugo smiled as he pulled Izuku into his chest. His tears fell and soaked into Bakugos shirt. "Stop crying. Everyone will think I was being an ass,". Izuku smiled. He nodded, releasing Bakugo. He gave the explosive boy a soft kiss to calm his nerves.
"I love you. Don't worry about it," Izuku whispered.
They returned to class. A sickening dense air filled the classroom. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. Izuku sat in his seat, his phone facing upward on his desk.
Gimme chapter ideas please! I'm running out of filler chapters!
"That's... that's not how I left it,".