OKAY HERE WE GO!

cw: a!deku, o!bkg, mpreg (very), and canonverse!!
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"Hey, isn't that Pro Hero Dynamight?"

The whispering is something that Katsuki has gotten used to. Everyone loves seeing how big his belly has gotten, and they always sound so shocked.

It's annoying. https://twitter.com/imnotpoppunk_/status/1373969308087414787
People like to speculate about his personal life, and Katsuki feels no obligation to confirm or deny anything. So he just lets them speculate.

"I heard he's a single mother."

"How many is he having? I heard triplets."

"It's definitely five, look how big he is already!"
Katsuki ignores them as he moves through the line at the grocery store.

They're right. He's only four months along, but he looks at least eight months pregnant.

He has been avoiding finding out how many are in there because it freaks him the fuck out.
Any time his doctor tries to tell him, he covers his ears and acts like a fucking child.

But he's not ready to hear it and he's not sure when he'll be ready to hear it.

People are only partially true about the other thing. He's technically a single parent, but he is courting.
No one knows it yet, but he and Deku have officially started courting. And maybe this sounds simple and straight forward but it isn't.

Part of his situation makes things a little more complicated.
Next Poll: how is his situation more complicated?
Their courting began as a drunken hook-up meant to be a one night stand.

When Katsuki ended up pregnant, he panicked and told Deku it wasn't his. It wasn't a very rational decision, but it had caught him so off guard he acted on impulse.
So now here he is, four months later, and in way too deep to turn back now.

He rides the train home and scowls at people who move out of their seats to give him a spot to sit. He's a damn hero! He can stand! Stupid extras.

But his feet are swelling and hurt like hell.
Fuck it.

He takes the seat, but refuses to make eye contact with anyone.

"When are you due?" An older woman asks him. He resists rolling his eyes.

"December," he mutters.

"Oh my, that's- how many?" She asks, clearly stricken by his size.

"You callin' me fat?"
The woman apologizes and ends the conversation. Katsuki sighs and drapes his arms over his oversized beach ball of a belly.

By the time he gets home, he's exhausted. But thankfully he can smell that Deku has already started dinner.

"Hey! What the fuck are you making?"
"Chicken wings!" He calls from the kitchen.

Katsuki sits on the couch and props his feet up.

"Hi Kacchan," Deku says, leaning over the back of the couch and kissing his cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Feet fuckin' hurt."

"I'll rub them for you tonight," he offers sweetly.
"Thanks," he sighs. Deku moves around the couch to sit next to him. He gently pats Katsuki's belly.

"How was your appointment?" He asks.

"Fine, they're alive and shit."

"Well, that's good," Deku replies, blinking. "Anything else?"

"Like what?"
Deku sighs loudly.

"Either how many you're having or who the father is," he says, dead panning. Katsuki blinks.

"Nope," he says.

"Kacchan, you gotta find out sooner rather than later, right?"

"Nope," he sighs. Deku takes deep breath. Deku doesn't look too happy.
"You haven't even told me who you think it might be," Deku points out. "Not even a guess?"

Katsuki chews the inside of his cheek nervously.

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