Hey, there! So, I have some warnings to add here. This does contain angst, underaged pregnancy, underaged sex, swearing, and A/B/O dynamics. Proceed with caution.

I'd also like to add these chapters can be relatively short? I do hope you enjoy, though.

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Katsuki's lithe frame lounged across a burgundy sofa, his legs dangling off the edge. An arm was draped over his temple, fighting the faint hangover that assaulted his brain. Every fiber of his being was thumping. Vague, yet detectable.

As moments had passed, the raven haired male had lifted his body off the couch with a stifled grunt. Numb, his body was. The... aftermath of intoxication, you could say. The thumping proceeded, this time with vigor and aggression. A sign for the body in need of a suppressor. A stimulant, maybe; Pain meds, is what he yearned for.

Footfalls were followed towards the bathroom, as his hand flung to his right to sought out the light switch. Once he was the audience to this artificial lighting, the student blinked to grow accustomed to this bright glow. As he searched for the pain killers, he recalled small portions of last nights events. Mainly, him being wasted.

Mainly, mourning over the continuous absence of his tormenter.

Tormentor? More or less just an asshole. He wasn't wish to admit to himself, that he had thrummed with pure bliss at the lavender haired boy's words. What made him internally croon with further happiness, was the presumed thoughts of the boys second gender. However, Bakugou Katsuki was an alpha, much like the rest of the male students, aside from Denki Kaminari: The residential know-it-all. Perhaps Izuku was an alpha too? Not that Katsuki had minded.

Izuku Midoriya's disappearance happened a few months after Katsuki's kidnapping. He hadn't returned since. He knew his own classmates were too stubborn to admit they missed the cynical student.

After half an hour of seeking, he had found himself empty handed of pills. 'Damnit...' Katsuki thought to himself, a frown creased across his quite pale features. Thankfully, it was the weekend, so Katsuki had the time to leave the university dormitories and head towards the convenience store.

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Outside, it was impossibly humid, but Katsuki had made the decision to wear his sweater and school trousers. It wasn't some fancy outing. He just needed some pain relievers for the splitting headache. His destination wasn't far, unfortunately; the noirette wouldn't have time to collect his thoughts, or if he attempted to, that is.

As he reached the doors of the building, Katsuki inhaled. He was opposed to social interaction. Just in, and out. It was simple! Right, right. In, and out. Entering the store, the front of the building chimed, indicating his arrival, which caused a few heads to snap to his direction. He shrunk inwardly, scurrying over towards the isle where all the medical products were held.

Katsuki's head was lowered, observing each and every bottle possible within his line of vision. The weight of his shoulders had sagged. His anxiety increased, lip jutting out dejectedly. As his head progressively arose, something at the corner of his peripheral caught his eye. And, with great precaution, his figure pivoted.

There stood Izuku Midoriya, his rival, his childhood friend. His classmate.

And what he couldn't take his eyes off was the somewhat distended stomach the purple haired teenager adorned.

He hadn't even taken the acknowledgment that his lips were parted, words spilling past his teeth.

"'Zuku.?"