So this is going to be the first in a series of one-shots based around the world of "Family is a Six-Letter Word". Why I decided to start with this one is simple: it's the first one I wrote and it's been betaed by thatguy99998. Who, by the way, has written a story based on mine. If any of you want to write stories based around Kazumi, you can. She's free for you to use.

*blinks and rereads what she just wrote*

Don't take it that way.

On with the story!

It was cold without him there.

Kazumi pulled the blankets tighter around herself but it did nothing to hide the fact that she was alone in the bed. Bakugo was out on patrol and she was home by herself because she was supposed to be off-duty until after she'd given birth. He still had a job, though, so he couldn't stay with her all the time. But dammit, she hated the nights when he had to go out. He was a constant source of heat that helped alleviate some of the pain she accumulated from carrying the twins around during the day and he made her feel safer than she did when she was alone.

Not to mention how quiet it was. She'd never liked quiet. To her, silence meant something bad was about to happen, that she might lose everything in a moment.

Kazumi Midoriya, you are a grown-ass woman. You need to get over yourself.

He's earning money to support you and the parasites he put in you.

Dammit. I hate this.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand, she saw it was 11:08 PM. She needed to go to sleep. If she didn't, she'd be cranky in the morning, which didn't help with her mood swings or her boyfriend's habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. And then there would be a fight and she'd start crying and he'd be apologetic even though he actually hadn't done anything wrong.

Just relax. He'll be home soon enough and you can cuddle with him then.

No nightmares… hopefully.

She'd always suffered from nightmares and night terrors. When she was a child, they'd been caused by memories of her birth father's abuse and abandonment. Those slowly faded in frequency, but after attending UA, they'd shifted towards the Nomu and the League. Especially after each of her kidnappings and stabbings. Those, too, had faded with time. Sometimes, though, they came back with a vengeance and Bakugo would wake her up before they got too bad, holding her close while whispering to calm her as she sobbed. Having him nearby made her feel safe, like she was untouchable.

He'd protect her with his life.

Nothing bad is going to happen.

Kazumi felt kicking in her belly; obviously, the babies had picked up on her distress and didn't like it. She rested her hand on top of her bump, whispering softly to try and calm her unborn infants. When they didn't, she switched to humming a lullaby. That did the trick and soon, her children had settled and the kicking stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief, smiling lightly.

"We can't wait for you to get here," she told them.

Her eyes started to get heavy as she drifted off, finally able to sleep…

Only to be awoken by a CRASH! downstairs.

She jolted upright, turning her head to look at the clock.

2:17… it might be Kacchan…

No. He was too careful when it came to her sleep schedule now that she was pregnant. How many times had she woken up with him beside her when he hadn't been there when she went to sleep? Despite his loud and flashy Quirk, he was surprisingly quiet when he wanted to be.

She grabbed her phone and crept out of the bedroom to the top of the stairs. From there, she could hear two male voices arguing downstairs—neither of which belonged to Bakugo.

"You wanna bring the police down on us, Akiyama?!" snapped one.

"Shut up! Let's grab what we came for and get out."

Robbers. They were getting robbed.

Kick.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out after one of the babies kicked one of her internal organs. This was bad. They obviously thought the house was empty. She needed to call the police.

"Hashimoto, you go upstairs. See if there's anything up there."

Shit. Shit shit shit—

Kazumi held her phone to her chest and scrambled to get back into her bedroom. Once there, she slipped into the closet and closed the door behind her, creating another barrier between herself and the invader within her home. Her hand trembled as she hit her boyfriend's name in her contacts and the phone rang.

"Pick up pick up pick up…" she hissed.

"Hey, this is Bakugo. I can't take your call right now since I'm busy on patrol, so leave a fucking message."

Dammit!

"Kacchan," she whispered, her voice shaking as she tried to hold back her tears from how scared she was. "I'm… somebody broke into the house. They're looking for something and I don't know what… and… I'm scared. Please, please come home as soon as you get this."

She hung up and was about to hit the button for emergency services when her brother's name caught her eye. She really didn't want to call him, not when Ochaco was pregnant, too, but she was scared for her life and the lives of her babies. He'd be there in a matter of minutes that the police wouldn't be able to reach her in. That could be the difference between her survival and the intruders ending her and her children.

It rang for a few seconds before there was a click.

"Kazumi?"

"Hey, Izuku." She breathed heavily. "I… there's somebody in my house."

"Are you sure it's not Kacchan?"

"There were two voices and neither of them were his and they're looking for something specific…"

"Hold on." There was shuffling on the other end as she was sure he was getting out of bed. "I'm on my way over. Where are you?"

"In my closet. I'd take care of them myself but…"

"You're not supposed to use your Quirk while you're pregnant unless it's an emergency."

"I don't want to risk it. I need to protect my babies."

"Stay where you are. See you soon."

Click.

She curled into a protective ball around her belly after she called the police. Her babies kicked frantically against her hands, making her stroke the spots they were kicking. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying for her brother to get there.

Five minutes passed.

Footsteps echoed against the hardwood floors in the hallway as one of the robbers approached the bedroom and the door creaked open. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying out again.

Hurry, Izuku! Please!

"Bed's still warm," the robber called (Hashimoto, she guessed). "There's somebody here."

"That's what the boss said. There's supposed to be some bitch here alone." The other robber had come upstairs (Akiyama).

"What do we do, then?"

"Find her. She can't have gotten far."

No. Please please please don't find me…

Shadows danced in the light that shone under the closet door. She tucked her legs up to keep her own shadow out of the light. The footsteps of the invaders tapped as they searched her room. Squeezing her eyes shut again, she ground her teeth together and prayed for help to arrive.

Suddenly, the door flew open and she looked up in fear to see two men—both gruff-looking and clearly professional criminals—gazing at her. One smirked and grabbed her roughly.

"Boss didn't say how pretty you were," he told her with a smirk as his partner grabbed Kazumi's legs. "Or that you had a bun in the oven."

"Let me go!" she shrieked, struggling against them. Her phone fell to the floor and the one holding her legs picked it up.

"She called the cops," he told his partner. "We've gotta get out of here, Akiyama."

"Not without what we came for."

Kazumi snapped one of her legs to the side, kicking Hashimoto in the gut. Her foot exploded with pain. She hadn't trained in months, so her strength had waned to the point where she couldn't kick a guy in the gut anymore.

There was something cold against her belly. Looking down, she saw that Akiyama was holding a knife to the place where her children were growing.

"Keep fighting and I cut the brat out," he threatened. "You're coming with us, sweetheart. Be a good girl and don't give us any trouble."

She had a choice—fight and risk the lives of her children, or stay quiet and keep them safe. Her maternal instinct won out and she surrendered, allowing them to slap her with anti-Quirk cuffs behind her back and gag her with duct tape. Her legs were also taped together at the ankles to keep her from kicking. Akiyama still held the knife as Hashimoto carried her downstairs, the latter smashing her phone before they headed down.

"Put. Her. Down."

YES!

There was Izuku, wearing his full hero costume with Full Cowl activated. Electricity crackled around him as he narrowed his eyes at the intruders.

"Deku." Akiyama glared back. "Didn't realize you were in the neighborhood."

"I wasn't. I got a call from my sister because she was scared. So I'd thank you to put her down right now, thank you."

"Heh." The lead robber pressed the knife against Kazumi's belly again. "Let us out and I won't kill the brat inside her."

"You bastards…"

Sirens wailed in the distance. The police were on their way and almost there.

"We'll be going now, if you don't mind. Maybe we'll give her back."

Izuku clenched his fists, tears of rage forming in his eyes.

"Take one step forward and the knife goes into her."

No. No no no no…

Car doors slammed outside and there were hurried footsteps as cops burst through the door, guns drawn.

"Let's get going, sweetheart," Akiyama hissed in Kazumi's ear, him and Hashimoto backing away. "Any of you follow us and we kill her and the kid!"

The officers froze, obviously not wanting to risk the lives of Kazumi and her babies. She was being kidnapped. Again. And nobody could stop it without risking those lives. It was hopeless.

Then Hashimoto and Akiyama backed into somebody and froze.

A familiar scent flooded her senses, one that she dealt with on a daily basis that was a source of comfort for her. A smell that was akin to nitroglycerin.

Kacchan!

"Hey," her boyfriend growled, his voice low and calm.

He's pissed. Oh, he's pissed. I love him so fucking much.

"Ground Zero…" whispered Hashimoto, sounded terrified.

"That's right, fucker." Before either of them could react, Izuku dashed forward and managed to grab Kazumi with his enhanced speed. Bakugo's hands sparked up and he set off explosions, sending the two thugs into the hands of the police. "You might wanna check who's house you're in and who you're threatening to kill next time… you know, if you ever get out after three charges of attempted kidnapping and murder."

"There's only her and the brat!" snapped Akiyama.

"She's having twins, dumbass! My kids!"

Akiyama and Hashimoto looked dumbfounded and terrified as they were cuffed by the police and led away. Izuku focused on unbinding his sister, who hugged him gratefully before Bakugo crouched by her.

"You okay?" he asked, gentler than he'd been just moments before as he helped his pregnant girlfriend to her feet. "I came as soon as I got your message. Figured those bastards would try to escape through the back door…"

"I'm fine. A little shaken up, but fine."

"Er, miss?" an officer stated, catching her attention. "We'll need you to give a statement down at the precinct."

"Naturally." Izuku smiled.

"Well, I'll head home now. Ochaco wasn't too happy when she heard about what was going on."

"Tell her I said hello!" Kazumi told him.

"Go ahead and get dressed," Bakugo sighed. "I'll handle seeing if those guys actually took anything."

She bit her lip.

They were here for me and the babies… nothing else.

But he'll be so pissed if he knows that…

"I'm not taking night patrols anymore."

Kazumi looked at Bakugo as he climbed into bed next to her, tilting her head in confusion.

"During the day, you at least have all our friends and co-workers to keep you safe. At night, it's just you and me. I can't… I can't lose you. I faced that once and I can't do it again, especially when you're like this."

"Kacchan—"

"It'll be fine. I'll just take a couple extra patrols during the day. We'll need it when the kids get here." They laid down and he wrapped his arms around her protectively. "Besides, this way, I can keep you safe."

"I know how much you love being out there…"

"And the first thing we'll do once you're cleared is go on patrol together. We can pawn babysitting off on Deku, right?"

She snorted, giggling as she buried her face in his shoulder.

"God, I missed you."

As if to say 'knock off the romantic crap!', one of the babies kicked hard against Kazumi's belly. Bakugo smirked.

"They really love ruining moments already, don't they?"

"Maybe. Just a little. They really pick up on how I'm feeling a lot of the time and they kick more when I'm stressed out."

"Huh. Weird."

"I talked to our moms about it. Mitsuki said that you were the same way, only you were apparently trying to win a kickboxing trophy before you were even born."

"Don't believe anything the hag says about me from back then."

"Mother said that I was more of a kicker, too, and that Shoto was calmer even back then. Mom just said Izuku was calm."

"So we got a couple of fighters, eh?" He rolled them over so that she was on her back.

"Kacchan, what are you doing?"

"Shhhhh…" Bakugo pushed up the hem of the T-shirt she was wearing (one of his, he noted; she must've been missing him) and revealed her swollen belly. Quietly, his hands rested at the top of the swell, right where the babies liked to kick.

As if on cue, they did just that.

"Yep. Fighters. Just like their mom and dad."

Then, he did something that Kazumi had never seen him do throughout her pregnancy.

He rested his face on her belly, as if he'd settled there to think, and wrapped his arms around her. When he was that close, she could feel his breathing and it felt so much more intimate than anything else they'd ever done. With a grin, he lifted his head to look at her.

"I can hear them."

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah. They're moving around a lot but they'll settle down once we go to sleep, I bet."

She nodded and he kissed her ever-so-gently.

Deep down, though, they both knew that night had been a close call. And it would take a long time for the memories of that night to fade into nothing but vague nightmares like other events that had happened. But Kazumi was okay. The babies were okay. All that was left to do was make it through the last couple months and they'd be proud parents.

For now, they slept, and tried to turn the night's events into nothing but a bad memory.

Some cute Bakuzumi to end this for you.

Bakugo loves his water witch and he wants to protect her and their babies even if he won't admit out loud that they're the most important things in his life. There may be a one-shot follow-up centered on him.

Sporadic updates will be had.

So long and thanks for all the fish!