“Then what was it like?! Cause you’re being real quick to pop a ring on her finger. Did ya knock her up?” Ochako snapped, gripping the edges of the table.

Deku blinked, his expression giving him away.

“Oh my god,” Ochako’s jaw dropped. “She’s pregnant. Why didn’t I see this coming? You want me to take back the article so what… the number one hero’s new baby doesn’t have some kind of 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑚𝑎 attached to it?”

“It’s only fair.”

“Fair?” she seethed. “How the fuck is that fair?”

“You realize you sound 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 like him right?” Deku’s eyes narrowed. Ochako could see the shift in his demeanor, one reserved for villains and criminals. “Not surprising after what Kenji said, though.”

Ochako swore she felt her heart stop at the mention of the bartender's name. “What?”

“How long did Kacchan wait to make his move? A month? A week? A day?” Deku threw her own petty words back at her.

“I get it. Truly, I do. Kacchan is all the rage if the numbers in the article are accurate.”

“You know what, fuck you,” Ochako pushed back from the table to leave, tears of frustration building.

“I was going to propose to you, you know?” His words were like a slap to the face. “Bought the ring and everything. Wonder if you ever would have truly been happy with me?”

Before Ochako could think she grabbed her drink, tossing it at his face in a red-stained mess before getting up to storm out.

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Katsuki woke, head pounding, world spinning, on a couch that smelled like a frat party covered in body spray. Prying his eyes open he looked around, quickly realizing that he was in Eijirou’s apartment.

He looked up finding Mina standing above him, arms crossed as she tapped her foot. “We’ve gotta talk.”

-------------end ch 18/more