It took only few minutes by foot to arrive back at his home. Bakugo grumbled and twisted open the main entrance along with his fingers combing his faded blond hair of a mess in a bothered manner. He enters and slams shut the door, he heard a call of welcoming him home from his mother from the living room. Bakugo, as stubborn as he is, only replied a 'yeah' and heads to his room.

He heard stomps and before he even steps a foot on a stair piece, he received a light smack on his head. He grunted and gave this person a pissed off glare for doing that to him.

"What do you fucking want now, old hag?" He scowled, baring his teeth rudely at his mother.

"Didn't I told you a lot of times to reply back properly when you get home, you stupid br-" her expression showed annoyance toward her son's attitude but that expression slowly changed into worry as her eyes examined his eyes.

Bakugo sees this and raised an eye brow at her; "What are you looking at?"

He looked at her and a smile sudenly crept on her face, which totally creeped him out really bad. Not that smile of mock but a smile of glad. He rarely sees his mother doing that, and the last time he saw that was when he was four then she had a sick and he took care of her when his father was at work. And that's also the time before he acquired his quirk and completely changed his attitude.

His mother spoke gently; "It's the first time I see a problematic expression on your face, Katsuki. How refreshing!" She ruffled his hair motherly and Bakugo was too stunned from her words to even swat her hand off of his head.

Cheeks burning, he turned and began heading up stairs as he plans to ignore her.

"Shut up, mom. I don't want hearing that from you."

"Well, I'm free right now! Talk to me whenever you feel like bîtching your problem to me." She added happily in a rush, ignoring his previous statement, before he proceeds inside his bedroom and slams his door close.

Bakugo throws his bag on the floor and let his body drop on his bed. He breathed a tired grumble but it sounded like a vibration since his face was buried on his pillow. He turned his head on his side to have a proper breather.

It sure is surprising for him. Just dealing with the truth exhaust him badly. Until right now, he thinks for a solution for what he had done.

"It's so stupid." He mumble to himself. "That fucking nerd cannot be p..." his eyebrows met, frustrated that he couldn't even utter such word that using that term for referring his childhood friend, a male, in fact.

"Those bastards are making things up." He tried his best convincing himself but he found it difficult.

Firstly, about his classmates obviously not wasting their precious time to get injured by his explosion just to say those earlier. He somehow knew them. They wouldn't just chase him all way out of Yuuei for some nonsense. Secondly, the 'bîtch' won't be doing everything she could think of to pursue him at her best. Some attempts were honestly dangerous yet desperate. Still...

With those, it was enough to doubt himself over the whole situation. Add the part that they found actual proofs of Midoriya's pregnancy, which was the part that mostly strucked him real good and made his blood run cold.

Bakugo stayed on his bed for a while and finally made his mind up. He certainly need some help on this one, he had to admit. He got off and stormed out of his room and went straight to their living room, where his dear mother sat on a sofa while watching a comedy show.

She quickly felt his presence and turned her attention to her son, a small smile formed on her face. She took the remote and switched off the television. She then pats a space beside her and Bakugo stomped grumpily toward her and sat down.

His mother took her glass of juice, that she wasn't finished drinking from earlier while she was watching, from the coffee table.

"I'm listening."

She says as she began sipping on her glass and Bakugo inhales softly, preparing himself.

"Mom, I ràped Deku." He said straightly while looking at her in serious.

The whole placed became dead silence.

His mother had her eyes wide open and didn't realize that she had stopped sipping causing it's contents to spill down on her lap, staining her clothes. She didn't paid it much attention as she carefully placed her glass back on the table, suddenly lost the interest to finish her juice.

She stared her son in question with a mixture of bewildered; "My goodness, Katsuki!" She exclaimed; "I never knew you were such a good joke teller!" A halfhearted laugh sounded in the room after she gave him a playful slap on his back. And this pissed him real bad.

It took some guts and a little bit of pride of him just to spout that and what he gets is a laugh. Great.

"I'm serious! I fucking ràped him, mom! Damn it." He slammed his fist on the coffee table, suprisingly it didn't break with the strenght he just used.

His mother returned her attention to him, startled by the sudden out burst of her son.

"It happened few months ago, the same week that nerd was said dropped out of school! And now there's this bîtch kept convincing me like every fucking day to go to him and some morons who chased me all the way out of school earlier just because! ... B-bec-cause..." His voice began to faltter as he couldn't pull the right words out of his throat.

His dear mother looked at him as he struggle, fists balled on top of his knees. Definitely her son isn't lying in this matter. He wouldn't be this miserable searching for the right words as she knows him very well. Truly, a rare sight to see.

"B-because... Th-they said I-I made him... P-p-pre-... Damn shit! Preg-fucking-nant! That's it!" He grunted while popping sounds of explosion appeared on his palms.

"No quirks in the house, Katsuki." A heavy sigh came from her after she scolded him. "Besides, Izuku can't get pregnant. He's a boy." She stated her fact and Bakugo only gave her a tired look.

"Well, fucking tastic, mom. Apperantly, this so-called 'bîtch's quirk is Fertility which can make anyshits preg-fuck-nant within a span of a damn week." Bakugo growled and groaned when he received a karate chop on his head.

"Manners, you stupid brat."

"Hell! Mom, knock it off! This is a serious matter!"

"And part of this matter is having your manners!" She sternly spoke and stared at him. "And these passed months, even I hardly believe that, what have you done?"

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, having no idea what she meant. "What 'done'?"

She looked at him, shock painted on her face. "So, you mean you didn't do 'anything' at all and you only know knew 'now' that Izuku is pregnant?!" She exclaimed in disbelief.

Bakugo was meek and dumbfound expression was present. Now that he realized everything, it all makes sense. Why didn't he thought that the whole reason Emilia was pursuing him and his classmates suffered injures just to chase him because of Midoriya was in some kind of case?

He brought down his gaze and gritted his teeth. Again, that feeling of guilt is starting taunt him real good. And it's affecting him effectively. He felt so coward and awful that he'd been turning his back to something - more like someone - who he should be responsible for his actions.

Mostly, he felt pathetically shit about himself.

He flinched as he was brought back to reality when a hand was gently placed on top of his back. He gazed up and met his mother's understanding eyes.

"You know," she spoke with a warm smile. "It's never too late to go to him."

"Old hag..." his voice hinted appreciation from his mother's words.

"Answer my question first, Katsuki." Her tone became stern. "Do you love Izuku?"

Bakugo was caught off guard by her question.

It took a moment on his part to think and his mother awaited.

"I-i... don't know."

His mother smiles then sighs. She stood up and this caught Bakugo's attention.

"Change your clothes. We're going on a shopping." She grinned, not knowing his reaction as she left the living room to get herself ready.

Bakugo pretty much didn't have a choice, can't disobey his mother when she says 'shopping', and headed in his room to change.

He was relieved a little bit that talkig to his mother was the right thing. If he had not did so, oh, he has no idea what will become of him if he deals with the siuation by himself and fails eveything.

It took some minutes and both mother and son are ready to leave. He has no idea what were they going to buy when they have everything that's likely needed.

So, he questioned; "What are you going to do there, old hag?"

She gave her son a warning glare for the nickname but removed it when she told him her response; "Buy for my soon cute grandchild's clothes." Her tone sounded cheerful, and if cheerful enough Bakugo might literally see stars twinkling in her eyes.

Bakugo's jaw dropped, cheeks flaming in embarrassment.

"Dafu-"

"Don't talk. Let's go!" She didn't let him finish and dragged him to the mall.

They arrived at their destination within a half hour by foot. Both entered the mall quickly and relief that finally they have arrived.

While walking in a peaceful crowd, a sudden scream came from afar. It took everyone's attention and both relatives looked at that certain direction in alert.

"A villain is here!" One shouted and ran for her life out of the exit.

This panicked the other crowds as they also ran outside.

"We just got here!" His mother complained irritatedly.

"Okay, let's fucking leave now." Bakugo flatly said and was about to turn his back when his mother suddenly pulled his arm back.

"Wait, Katsuki!" She points away from a crowd and Bakugo looked to where she's pointing at. He searches and before he even say that familiar person's name, his mother exclaimed; "Inko!"

Both rushed to this person's location, who was somewhat looking for someone with worried expression. The crowds ran pass them as they were almost near Inko. Bakugo's mother waved her hand up to call this person's attention.

"Inko!"

"Oh! Kaori? Kaori! It's you!" Inko said, shocked, when both mother and son came by her side.

Inko's gazed then landed on Bakugo in curiosity. This made him uncomfortable knowing what he did to her son.

"What are you doing here?" His mother casually questioned.

The expression on Inko's face then changed into worry.

"Izuku. I can't find him! I'm worried that he... he might get hurt from the crowd." Her voice sounded hesitant, having second thoughts whether she should tell them or not about her son's state.

Bakugo flinched just hearing his childhood friend's name.

'Fuck. D-deku's also here?!' He thought but that really didn't what his mind focused on. But the part that Inko had said that he's missing. And somehow, he suddenly felt scared that something bad might happen to him if...

"Katsuki." He snapped back to reality when his mother spoke.

He looked at her and she gave him an urging nod. "Go."

Inko was astounished of what she's hearing, and 'seeing'. Bakugo doesn't need to be told twice as he dashes away from them in search for Midoriya among the crowd.

[Midoriya Izuku]

"Stand up." The man beside me ordered and the blade on my side remained pointed to me.

I had no choice but to follow him. I slowly stood up along with Emilia-san and the other two men with us. She rose up and leaned closer to me with caution when our shoulders made contact.

"Run." She whispered hastily and quickly kicked the guy on her side at his lower region causing him to groan to agony, knees dropped on the floor while hands clutching on his dear manhood.

She then twisted and tackled the astounished man beside me. I was still surprised to what she just did but I snapped back to reality when she shouted for me to run. I was hesitating. I didn't want to leave her alone just to protect me, I'm the boy and I should be doing that. But her eyes showed determination and assurance so I nodded and ran away from them.

I flinched, causing me to abruptly halt, when I heard her groan and a thump after that. I dreaded looking back but I was late to realize that I already did. My jaw was slightly apart as my eyes see her figure on the floor, seems unconscious, with the man, who was beside me earlier, holding a stun gun.

'Where did that came from?'

He huffs and began looking around his furrowed eyebrows. This alerted me so I dashed away from the scene as fast as possible with a pursed lips.

'I'll be back, Emilia-san!'

A lot of people are looking at the scene and some civillians moved aside, while some run away when they saw me rushing off the scene. I carefully escaped, for me not to trip on the process, and searched for a guard in seek for help. I was wishing for a pro hero to be here but with such luck no one appeared. When I saw a guard instead from afar, I was about to shout for help but my arm was suddenly got tugged back.

I panicked and my head turned to this person. My eyes widens and terror bloomed in me.

The man smirked at me as I was desperately attempting for him to unhand me; "You aren't getting away now." He raises his stun gun and began nearing it at me.

"L-let go o-of me!" I stammered and he began pulling me harshly when I thrashed.

I was resisting to use my quirk as I worry the twins in me. I felt weak and even though I have to ability to defend myself, something's preventing me to.

Just why do they need me of all people? Who told them about my situation?

"Oh, no. I'm not letting go something that can make money for us. Hah, maybe if you're finished being experiemented, we could-"

I flinched when a harsh blast came that slammed on the man's side face making this cut his sentence. The panic in my expression was immediately changed into dumbfound. The man's grip on my arm loosens as he stumble on the floor from the impact, stun gun flying off from his grasp.

My eyes landed on the owner of those red eyes, who was panting heavily and eye brows intact. My jaw was slightly dropped and as if my heart suddenly stopped beating in my chest. My breathing was also held back and as soon as I realized that, I breathed; "K-kacchan?"

He slowly turned his head to face me when he finally caught his breath. Fear suddenly sent chills all over my body, stoned on my spot.

W-why is he here? Where did he came from? How is h-

His glare pulled me back to reality, my body instantly tensed. I can't believe how he's affecting me so badly with just a look of his. I was about to take a step back to run away from him but his voice stopped me.

No, not his voice exactly that made me froze on my move. But his words, that is.

"Is that mine?"

Huh?

I was having difficulties to look directly at his eyes. I have no idea what does he mean with those words, I don't have anything with me to note here, so I couldn't resist and raised my eye brow in question.

"Wh-at? I d-don't get you, Ka-cchan." My voice tremble, unintentionally.

Kacchan narrowed his eyes at me and my shoulders jolt. Thinking back at my words, is there something wrong with asking? I must be mistaken about this but I think I just saw Kacchan's cheeks turn light pink. My attention, though, was quickly turned to the man who slowly rose up from Kacchan's attack. I began to panic.

Kacchan grabbed my arm and I turned my gaze at him; "Is 'that' mine, fucking Deku?! I'm a-asking if I-I am its f-fathe... Damnit! Just answer, fucking hell!"He cursed while pointing on my bump and immediately my face burn in embarrassment.

I bit my lower lip and was hesitating whether to tell him or not. My fear of rejection suddenly began to grow. Body trembling involuntarily, I averted my gaze off of his. Why of all times this has to happen? Why in this kind of moment.

'I mean, won't you regret it in the end if you don't speak out now? You looked like you've been enduring it until today...' suddenly, Emilia-san's words replayed back in my mind on our first meeting.

The man finally was on his feet. He gasps with bleeding cheek, glaring right at Kacchan in hate.

"Answer me!"

Right. She's right. I have to say it now. I have to force myself or I'll be miserable for regretting not saying the truth to Kacchan. Whether I'll be hurt or not, it's better for him to know... at least.

I gazed up again at his red eyes, when I took the courage to, and forced that simple one word out of my dry throat; "Y-yes!"

My voice sounded strained and pained, which I tried not to. But seeing Kacchan's facial expression softene-

"You." Our attention was brought back to man, his palm glowing weirdly. "You fucker." He grumbled in grimace then a gun popped out of his palm.

His quirk...

"His quirk's like that Momo bîtch, Creation." Kacchan smirks in interest.

"N-no, Kacchan! It's dangerous! He's got a real gun." I worriedly warned him and unconsciously tugged on his arm that was still holding my arm firmly.

Without giving me a side glance, he spoke; "I'll take care of this bastard. Go to that 'bitch'there." He points to the direction where Emilia-san is.

"Wha..."

"Just go, Deku." He gave me this time a squeeze on my arm.

A squeeze of assurance. I felt my cheeks heating up and I awkwardly nodded. He slowly loosens his grip and I turned away to head to my friend's location.

"Be careful." I muttered before I left with an uncontrollable relieve smile that formed on my lips.