Chapter 107 - Our New Beginning

A/N The eighth day of Christmas, Happy New Year! 🎊

What happened? 

"Katsuki~," I heard the deep purr in my ear that had my heart jumping in excitement. 

"Hmm?" I hum confused, it's the middle of the night and it's been a long ass day with almost no down time at all so who and why would anyone wake me up now? 

"Oh Katsuki~," he purred again, this time kissing along my ear and when I didn't try to shake him off he made his way down my neck, his soft kisses and the way he lightly grazed his teeth on my skin had a moan escape before I knew it was even there. 

His hands slid down, gently but firmly massaging me while he felt me up. His hand sliding forward to my front before coming back up again. "I want you so much," he whispered, his breath hot on my ear while his voice cooed such heart stopping words. My heart was pounding in my chest like it would stop at any second but when I turned to try and face him his eyes were closed before his mouth found mine, taking me by surprise. 

I feel something warm and slick somewhere he would never ever touch, not without my consent and I sigh in relief. It's a dream. A very nice wet dream at that. Another moan whimpered out of me and he carefully slipped a finger inside and I relaxed into his careful touch. His other hand easily but gently made its way to my shaft and he started stroking me. 

"I want to fill you, I want to keep going until there isn't anything else in me to push in," he kissed the back of my neck before nipping at it. I whined at his teasing but nodded in agreement anyway. His fingers thrusting inside of me with the help of lube was quickly streamlining the process. By the time he pulled his fingers out I could feel him shaking, trying to hold back. In all of my previous wet dreams he always faced me but I guess I've been just as bored as I was frustrated. 

He added even more lube before I felt him pull my hips up a little, I followed letting him set the pace only to feel the head of his dick pressed against me in the next second. His hands rubbing and petting all over me while he let himself rub against me, allowing me to relax a little. By the time he pushed in I only flinched a little before reminding myself to relax. I don't want this to hurt. I want it to feel good, I want to do it again and again and I know I won't be able to do that, dream or not, if it hurts. 

"It's okay, I'll go slow. I want you to feel good too," he whispered in my ear again before kissing just below it and he started showering my neck in his affection while he thrusted just his head in me but that was already so much. Doesn't stop me from getting more frustrated though. 

"Damn it!" I hissed under my breath but I whined when he pulled out. 

"I'm just adding more lube, relax," he chuckled, that would normally irritate me but fuck it, it's just a dream anyway. I let my mind relax, giving up the control I strive for everyday and sure enough this time when he pushed in I let out a moan. 

"Oh, that's it. I'm going to push all the way in now," he gasped, letting out his pleasure and after only a handful of thrust we were both panting but neither of us showed any signs of stopping. He didn't hold back but he was careful. He pushed all the way in and I let out a small cry thanks to how tender I felt but I didn't pull away. 

"So perfect, you're amazing," he moaned, his mouth next to my ear again. He only froze for a few seconds before he pulled out a little and started giving light thrusts. I feel fuzzy, like my mind is going to melt into this one moment in time, time that both seemed to stand still but fly by at the same time. I could feel my pulse in my fingertips just gripping my pillow and the way I can feel the subtle throb when he is deep inside of me makes me wonder if it was his pulse I was feeling but then he pulled my head back by my hair ripping a groan from my throat just to bite my neck. He wasn't nearly as light as before no. In fact it was almost like he was trying to carefully leave an imprint of his teeth there. Even more weird is the fact that I like it. I like it a lot. 

"I know it's fast but I need to cum," he hissed in my ear, his slow thrusts were probably the only thing keeping him sane at the moment but the power he exerted with each and every thrust was not helping with that, at least not for me.

This is so much more than I have ever dreamed before. Everything is just more, the colors around me more vibrant yet barely noticeable, the sounds he made took up all of my focus so I couldn't hear the rain or thunder outside even if I tried. Then there was his touch, the way he thrusted into me from behind while still holding me tight against him. 

He slammed me into the bed and we both cried out, his shaft throbbing securely inside of me and I could swear that I could feel him filling me yet it was nowhere near enough. My mess was simply in front of me on the bed sheets but there wasn't much I could do about that thanks to not wearing a condom, I'm sure there will be a mess in my bed when I wake up in the morning but still. I want more. 

Our bodies barely relaxed at all. Simply slouching as we caught our breath and when I could breathe without the heavy panting noises I calmed down a sharp gasp escaped me. He pulled out so very slowly and I wanted to whine about the loss of contact but right before I could he thrusted back in again. 

"Once isn't nearly enough," he growled, his voice both threatening and soothing at the same time. "Let me have you until morning at least?" He asked, just barely holding himself together even now. He thrusted. He pushed all the way inside and he left absolutely zero belief in me that he was doing anything other than pushing his own seed deeper but I don't care. I cried out from the sudden stimulation but that didn't stop me from trying to meet him thrust for thrust. 

I turned my head and felt his tongue on my lips but I can't reach him with how he is behind me. I could feel myself getting worked up again, frustrated from just this small thing but I can't help it. I've never had a dream so real before. 

I long lost count of the number of times he filled me. The night dragged on instead of flying by like I thought it would but I can only thank whatever deity that still exists for that. The feel of him holding me tight, whispering in my ear kissing on my skin, I'll never get over how insane it makes me feel but I don't want to give it up either. 

"De-ku," I gasped in the middle but my arms had already given in, leaving me wanting on the bed. I used what had to be the last of the strength in my arms to roll myself over, Deku of course falling all the way out of me. I reached for him. What else am I supposed to do? 

"Kiss," my voice was nearly silent but I smiled when I saw how his eyes lit up. His lips met mine for barely a second before he tried to devour me whole. "Ah," the noise squeaked out when he pushed himself back inside but this time was different from all the other times. The fact that we are both covered in sweat be damned, neither of us were holding back and now even though we were both clearly exhausted he was using his powerful legs to thrust inside of my far too sensitive body while he swallowed any and all the noises that I could have made. His lips tantalizing while he stole the air from my lungs, his arms that had been cageing me were now wrapped around me so he could use his arms to pull me into each thrust. 

I felt him cum, it was far more explosive than any of the other times, as if his body were finally giving out. He pulled out but when he pulled me into his arms he pushed himself back inside. I feel like I'm about to be torn apart, how am I supposed to take this? How can he still be going after all of that? 

"Shh, time to sleep," he whispered, kissing the edge of my ear and thankfully he stopped thrusting into me too. He had me pulled back with his arms holding me tight against him, spooning me, while he kept his now much less hard cock in my ass. I can live with this. 

My heart still pounding through my veins finally started to slow and I was able to relax listening to the sound of his breathing. 

*** 

***Aizawa's POV*** 

How could this happen? How could a student, I mean sure he is eighteen now but still he is still a student for crying out loud! Be hit with a quirk like that? How am I supposed to explain this to his mother? What about his victim? God above who was his victim? 

All the reports I received showed that he returned to the dorms like he should and that he even went to his room. The cameras showed that his door never opened again, so I thought maybe just maybe we could just wait out the quirk. 

It wasn't until this morning when I was on my way to school that I saw his window open and another one broken. I had to recount the windows several times to figure out which room it was, the fourth floor first room from the front. Which one of the girls are assigned there? 

Doesn't Midoriya spend a lot of time with Uraraka? But I don't think she is even on that floor so who? 

The elevator dinged. I stepped out just to freeze in my tracks. This isn't the girls' side. You can't even get to the girls' side from this floor, furthermore there isn't anyone assigned to that room at all. The door was left open by whoever broke in the window and now I'm wondering if it was actually Midoriya or not. 

I looked at the next room and I could feel the blood freeze in my veins. Bakugo, Katsuki was the name on the door. The details of the quirk rushed to the forefront of my mind again. 

Dream Come True; the victim will attack the person of their greatest desire and they will not be able to hold back. 

Is Midoriya gay? I guess it makes since, the way both he and young Bakugo are always tiptoeing around each other, watching, circling it was almost like an extremely complicated dance. If and only if Bakugo felt the same way, which is hard to believe if I'm being honest even though I think it's pretty obvious that he is gay but Midoriya? It just doesn't feel quite right with how he blushes around the female students but at the same time none of the girls seem to see him as a threat either. I try to shake the thought from my mind. I don't have time to think about that right now! 

I use the teacher key to let myself inside but it's dark and quiet, maybe Bakugo is just sleeping and Midoriya just got hot at some point through the night? The window could have broken from a tree branch or something. But I can't just leave, I have to actually make sure. Sometimes I really hate being a teacher. How am I even supposed to respond if they are in here? Sure I would separate them but it's not like Midoriya is in his right mind right now, hell legally he isn't responsible for anything that happens while he is under the influence of the villain's quirk but what about Bakugo? 

This is his room. I don't see anything broken but it is dark, still I find it hard to believe that he would just let Midoriya do whatever he wanted. Not with what was at stake and I don't see the room tossed like there was a huge fight. I would expect to see things strung all over the place but the floor is clear, maybe one pair of dirty clothes on the floor but that isn't really a matter of concern. 

Then the smell hit me and I felt my stomach roll at what I'm about to find. I pulled back a curtain and saw both boys on the bed, covered in bite marks and hickeys. Midoriya was holding Bakugo tight from behind but there is no denying what happened, not with the bruises littered all over Bakugo's skin. His wrists in particular were dark from the deep bruising of having his hands held out of the way. 

I can't leave him here. The quirk should have stopped by now but that doesn't undo what already happened. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steeling my nerves for what was about to happen and gently shook the blond, careful not to disturb Midoriya at the same time. 

"Hmmm? What?" Bakugo grumbled, his eyes staying closed while he tried to ignore me. 

"Midoriya was hit with a quirk," I tried to keep my voice low so I wouldn't startle too much. 

"And?" He groaned, irritated. "It's not like this is the first time and quite frankly it happens so often there is currently a betting pool going on in class on what he will be hit with next." Why am I not surprised? I can already imagine who the ring leader was, even if he didn't notice it at all. Sometimes I worry about Kaminari's ability to get others to do stupid things without realizing it. 

"Bakugo," I let out a sigh, taking a deep breath before I could bring myself to say anything now. "Wake up please," I saw him crack an eye at me but the dark circles that screamed that he hasn't slept almost at all made me wonder how he was so calm right now. 

"What did the Nerd do now-,' he stopped, his eyes grew wide and I could see pain clearly making itself known on his face as he slowly started to put things together. I saw him flex only to flinch and a small whimper forced itself out but I doubt he noticed it at all. "The fuck?" He asked before he turned to look behind him and I saw how his body flinched yet again when he saw Midoriya covered in marks so close behind him. 

"No," the word was a strangled plea, his mind obviously racing trying to figure out how or why any of this happened but then Midoriya tightened his grip and pulled Bakugo back into his arms. Bakugo's face lit up as it exploded with expressions that I couldn't name until Midoriya settled down again. Bakugo was still covering his mouth to prevent himself from screaming but now he grabbed my arm with a grip that screamed that he was in pain, confusing me, he had tears in his eyes. 

"He's inside," his voice was hoarse and his expression panicked but I jumped to try and pull him out of the bed but he couldn't stop asking how and why and well the normal questions that go with this situation. He was reacting like a normal teenager for once and sadly I don't have an easy way to deal with it. 

When I pulled him out of Midoriya's arms he let out a cry that had Midoriya frowning and reaching for him again but I moved a pillow within his reach instead. Bakugo couldn't stand up, he was shaking, no he was trembling on the floor and I quickly found a blanket and wrapped it around him before picking him up. 

"Hold still," I whispered but when he nodded he was sobbing silently, I carried him out of the room making sure to close the door behind us. The blankets were large enough to cover him so no one would be able to tell who it was I was carrying and I rushed to the school and towards Recovery Girl's office. 

It wasn't good. The way the young man cried even while she examined him, treating the wounds as she went. I was shoved out of the room when she had to examine below the waist and I was sent to get him some actual clothes. I was standing outside the door when I heard him tell her that he thought it was a dream. 

"I'm not ready for a baby. I thought, I thought it wasn't real," his voice sounds so weak and vulnerable but I will take that fact to my grave. The boy's pride would never let him live it down if any of this got out. The way he repeated his words letting anyone know that he wasn't sure if he should ever be heard. 

"Young Bakugo, there is a chance that the quirk you were hit with two years ago wore off already. Remember there was a chance that-," 

"But it's not likely," he interrupted her. Right two years ago he had been on an internship and helped a young girl who had fallen when her quirk was accidentally activated on him. Making it so that the "next" time he had a sexual interaction he would become a parent. I had forgotten all about that. There was not any information but the long term effects of the quirk because no one has waited more than a year to find out. So everything has been thrown up in the air. 

This just got so much more complicated thanks to that fact. I'll have to get Midoriya but right now his victim comes first, technically they are both victims of this crime and the fact that if Bakugo does get pregnant, because the fertility quirk does work on gay men, then there is the fact a new person would be born. Even if Bakugo had been a woman, a plan b medication wouldn't work, he would have to wait until doctors were able to cut the baby out of him. There would be no preventing this pregnancy. 

"Bakugo, I need you to drink this. It will help with the nausea," Recovery Girl whispered and I lightly knocked on the door before entering. 

"I didn't want to be-," Bakugo choked on his sobs. 

"Bakugo, none of this is your fault," I told him sternly. Why do I always have to sound so harsh? Strict sure but harsh? Right now? Sometimes I hate how uncaring I sound. 

"My fault or not, a baby is a baby," he whispered and I could see his hands shaking while still holding the glass. The boy is brave but I already knew that. 

"Bakugo I'm going to send you home this week, you need time away from your classmates so you can figure things out. No, you are not in trouble," I told him while taking the now empty glass away. He looked helpless but there really isn't anything that can be done now except to take care of his health. "When you come back you will have mandatory meetings with Hound Dog but don't worry about that until then." 

"Bakugo," Recovery Girl spoke up and we both looked at her. "I need to know if he forced himself on you, physically," she added but now I'm confused. Didn't she see all the bruises on his skin? She treated them already so I'm sure she must have. 

"I need to know if you were willing in what you thought was a dream so I can better prepare your medicine," she added softly and now I understand. There are some medicines that could increase the risk of suicide and the chances of him being a pregnant is all but guaranteed which is a bad enough risk all on it's own. The thought that he might have thought he was being attacked or punished would only exacerbate the issue. 

I turned my attention back to Bakugo who stayed silent for a long time but eventually shook his head no. "You think I'm crazy don't you? How, no why would I ever-? I must have clearly hated him," he whispered the words but tears were starting to trickle down his cheeks again. "No, he didn't force me," he answered, trying to wipe away his tears angrily but that only seemed to make it worse. The boy was in love, it was clear as day but even in love how could anyone accept this kind of situation? 

"The quirk, what exactly did it make him do? What did he do and what did it make him do?" He explained his question further and I could see the fear in his eyes before he closed them. He is sitting up on the bed now, his knees pulled up to his chin, he looks so small considering everything. 

Recovery Girl looked at me before going into detail, Bakugo listened carefully to what she said but when she was done he looked up with his eyes showing even more vulnerability than before. A single word could either crush him or make him and I don't know what the words are. 

"So, he wanted me? Like that? It wasn't a fluke or or," he floundered on how to phrase his question but I put my hand on his shoulder stopping him. 

"Midoriya, found the person he desired most in this world. I don't know about anything else but there is no mistaking that," I kept my voice firm and level but the boy leaned against me and started crying even more. The relief flooding him could be felt by Recovery Girl and I and I don't really know how to respond. Neither of us did. It's no secret that the two boys have had a rocky past, that's an understatement. The fact that Bakugo was so sure that Midoriya hated him is more concerning. How didn't he know that the boy idolized him? 

"Did you think he hated you?" I asked to be sure but he didn't pull away and instead just nodded. "I'm going to have to add a class on recognizing emotions and interactions between people when you come back to class," I let out a sigh but the boy didn't respond. 

"He passed out," Recovery Girl explained and I carefully laid him back in the bed so he wouldn't get hurt. "He will need at least a week to physically recover, his body is battered and bruised deep in the muscles and even his bones. The fact that he thought it was a wet dream lets us know that at the very least it didn't hurt in the moment but the strain on his body is too much to ignore. It wasn't just a one time act, he was clearly forced down for a long period of time, multiple times. I would be surprised if they stopped a whole hour before you found them." 

"Is it that bad?" What am I supposed to say? What can I say? From the sounds of it Midoriya was super human and didn't stop after finishing several times. His body would have felt the strain too but I can't bring Midoriya here while Bakugo is so vulnerable. Not so soon after it happened. Both boys are victims but to young Bakugo who has no idea who the villain is, he only sees "Deku", the one he is in love with and he isn't going to be able to respond properly for a while. 

"I would be surprised if he woke up on his own before nightfall," she hummed as if that were a real answer. Still, that's a long time. 

Now we need to go and look at Midoriya and treat him too. Will he cry as much as Bakugo? No, probably more, much more. The boy is always so quick to cry. 

*** 

***Midoriya's POV*** 

Everything hurts, the sharp pain that shot through my head was like white fire and I had to keep my eyes closed to even think about anything. Talking was impossible, the groans leaving me were inconsistent and uncontrollable and even with how the muscles all over my body felt torn as if I had gone to the gym and went way over my limit, none of that came close to the pain in my chest. 

My heart was squeezing the very life out of me. Memories? Dreams? I don't know but it came flooding into my head without my permission. Kacchan naked and asleep in bed, how I woke him up, touching him in places I shouldn't have. The way he responded to my touch was magical until I didn't stop. He didn't push me away. He didn't scream at me. He never fought back at all and the first time he turned to look at me he was the one to lunge into a kiss. 

The feel of his hot body under mine as I held him down, his wrists pinned over his head even though he never once let his quirk spark was almost magical. 

How could he look at me like that? With what I was doing he should have been disgusted, he should have hated me, hell he already hates me but why was it that the look in his eyes was just so full of trust and understanding? My tears were hot, I swear they are burning me but I can't stop them. My body keeps flinching at the memory of touching him, the memory of making him mine and mine alone. I wanted to make him feel good too but my memories don't show that. They show me slamming into him without any mercy at all. It's a miracle that I had enough control to even use lube. 

I couldn't breathe until I remembered him turning over and pulling me in for a kiss, the feel of him holding me close taming the uncontrollable beast that I was. Memories of calming down, getting gentler helped but I don't understand how or why. The last thing I actually remember that isn't all fuzzy was fighting a villain downtown, I don't even remember coming back to the dorms or how I got to Kacchan's room, only a vague memory of a broken window comes to mind but my head hurts far too much to try and remember anything else. 

I heard Aizawa Sensei come in, I even heard Recovery Girl but I couldn't understand anything they said until, "Bakugo is alright. He is safe," my body finally shutting down, the panic of him not being in my arms but I couldn't focus long enough to stay awake anymore now. 

By the time I woke up I found myself in the nurse's office, Recovery Girl sitting at her computer but otherwise alone. I looked down to find myself dressed in something like a hospital gown with a light sheet on but nothing else. I hurt, everything hurts. I feel like a bruised peach. 

I try to sit up only to yelp at the pain in my stomach and shoulders. Recovery Girl stopped typing but didn't say anything, I don't need her to. I'm a villain. I hurt the one person I loved the most in the most unforgivable way possible. I deserve to hurt. 

I gave up trying to sit up and just let the tears spill out. I'm terrible. Even now Kacchan's trusting red eyes were looking up at me in my mind, accusingly, why didn't he fight back? He would have easily gotten away. He is always amazing so why? I don't understand at all. 

Recovery Girl tried but no matter what she said or did it just doesn't make sense to me. How couldn't I feel guilty about what I did? I'm not being held responsible? That doesn't undo it though. The fact of the matter is that Kacchan is out of school, home alone without any real help at all, all because I made him a victim. Me. I hurt him in a way that could never be healed and I can't even blame the villain because the only reason Kacchan was the one targeted was because he is the one that I'm in love with. But then again I guess it wouldn't have mattered who I was in love with, I still would have attacked someone. 

These thoughts won't stop plaguing me. As it turned out I had been sleeping for two days straight before I woke up in Recovery Girl's office, and then when she finally couldn't take any more of me I was kicked out towards the dorms. Hound Dog was sent to talk to me long before that happened but now he comes to the dorms almost every day, I think it's more than once but it's hard to keep track of the days. I can't bring myself to go to class. What if Kacchan is there? What if I hurt him again? What if just seeing him makes me do it again? Try? 

One day my friends broke into my room but I found out from Sensei that our classmates has no idea about what happened between Kacchan and I. Of course I only found that out after they found me a sobbing mess and I ended up forcibly kicking them out again and then only because they went to him to try and figure out what was going on. 

"Take your time, we still have a little more before you have to come back to class, just do your homework for now and we'll take it from there," Sensei patted me on the shoulder while he talked. 

"Do I deserve to be a hero after something like this?" I asked him, all the emotion had long since disappeared from my voice, so much of it was just eating me alive from the inside out instead but he gave me a hug. That was nice. I wasn't expecting it and I felt something inside me break but he let me cry in his arms anyway. I could vaguely hear him answer but in the end his verdict was that we were both victims, just in different ways. 

I have no idea how long I've locked myself in my room, not even with Aizawa Sensei checking in on me, or when Hound Dog would come either. It wasn't until All Might came back from overseas that I had an inkling and only because he was supposed to be gone two more months before all this happened. 

"My boy," he knocked on the door, letting himself in. I had long since abandoned my bed, usually sitting on the floor in the corner of my room so that if one of my teachers came they wouldn't sneak up on me. He barely took two steps inside when I was suddenly in the air. I didn't mean to, I didn't plan to, yet somehow I had jumped into his arms hugging the man that meant the world to me. 

"It's okay, it's all going to be okay now," he whispered, rubbing my back but I couldn't stop myself from wailing in his arms, my sobs that I thought had long ago dried up were back again but this time I could actually breathe. 

I don't know how long he held me or even when he sat on my bed only that I was curled up in his arms while he tried to soothe me. He was even using his hero form for this. How could I ever be so lucky to have a mentor like him? 

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," I hiccuped but he only hushed me, gently rocking. I'm far too big for him to be doing this, yet that didn't stop him. He even used his hero form, in order to carry me to my bed. I can't lie though, being in my Hero's arms was comforting beyond belief. How is he holding the form for so long? 

"How long have I locked myself away like this?" I asked him, my voice was raspy but at least I could actually make the words intelligent. 

"It's been a little over a week since you woke up," I looked up shocked by his words. Only a week? "Far too long in my opinion, I should have been here sooner. I truly apologize," he looks so sad but when I shook my head no, ready to argue he just gave me a sad smile that stopped the words before they could leave my mouth. "As your mentor I should have been here, especially now when everything in the world is upside down and seems impossible. That is my burden to bear." 

I don't know what to say to that, I just don't. I never once expected something like this so I really never thought of it. How could anyone? 

"Midoriya, my boy go get cleaned up. Take a shower I would like to take you somewhere," again that sad smile. "I'll wait for you here," he pat the bed and it wasn't hard to understand that he wasn't leaving without me so I quickly grabbed some clothes and ran into the bathroom. The hot water actually felt nice, I've been taking showers, it's not like I stopped taking care of myself completely but something about getting ready to leave, anywhere at all really, with All Might, made it feel so much better. Like for the first time since all of this happened I actually feel clean again. I even brushed my teeth even though I have no idea when the last time I ate something was. I vaguely remember Aizawa Sensei refusing to leave my room until he saw me eat a meal but that was a little while ago, I don't know if that was today or yesterday or even the day before that but time seemed to have escaped me altogether if it's really been a week. 

When I came running out still drying my hair All Might just chuckled as if I were a small child. "Come here, I'll help," he motioned in front of him and I did as he told me to. This is nice, not having to make any actual decisions myself and just doing whatever he said. I can trust All Might. He wouldn't tell me to do anything I shouldn't. "I have never understood how you're actually supposed to take care of curly hair, forgive me if I mess it up?" He asked as if it were a question but I couldn't help smiling while he chuckled. Yes, being taken care of is nice. 

"Send a message to Eraserhead would you? No one knows that I'm back yet, I came straight here," he instructed me but I don't know where we are going. 

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice nearly a whisper from being so raw but he hardly paid any attention to that. 

"Your mother is worried sick, we can stop there after everything else if you want. I would like for it to be a surprise if I can," the twinkle in his eyes helped me relax. I nodded in agreement before picking up my phone and turning it on. I had turned it off almost as soon as I got to my dorm but now my phone was loading all the missed messages and calls making it difficult to handle. In the end I was able to silence them all and pull up my texts and send one to Sensei. I didn't wait for a reply, turning my phone right back off when it showed that it was sent. Not ready to deal with everyone yet and put the device in my pocket and grabbed my wallet and keys. 

"Good, let's avoid your classmates, it's pretty late but I'm sure a few of them are still out," he chuckled at the thought and I couldn't help smiling, agreeing with him. He opened my window and jumped out. I couldn't hold in a giggle at the sight of All Might using his hero form to land safely, it was like he was never hurt at all. I followed quietly behind him, using my quirk when he motioned for me to follow him and it wasn't too long before we were at a beach that looked far too familiar. 

"Remind you of anything?" He asked, laughing out loud now that we were away from school. 

"How did it get so messy again," I couldn't help pouting at the sight of the beach he helped me train at. Garbage was once again collected on the beach from no one taking care of it. Of course not nearly as bad as before but still. 

"Well without anyone to take care of it, it will only go right back to the way it was. Maybe if you clean it up once a year it will stay nice and clean?" He suggested while shrugging his shoulders and I looked around and smiled at the thought. It wouldn't take that long, maybe a couple hours but it's not like I'm doing anything else right now anyway. 

"Okay, let's do it," I grinned and he smiled before sitting on a fridge someone had left behind. 

"That's the spirit! I believe in you," he cheered and we were both laughing. I cleaned up the beach, lifting, carrying, hauling and dragging things as I went but I finished far sooner than I thought I would considering All Might was sitting on everything that I moved. 

"You've gotten a lot stronger My Boy," he ruffled my hair and I could relax while just being a kid again. I haven't forgotten, I wish I could but I haven't. All Might is just helping me see past it I think and it is helping me so much I would cry if I hadn't spent so many days crying my eyes out already. 

"Come on there's more to see," he motioned and again we were running until I found us at the top of a hill showing a small creek. "Young Bakugo showed me, this is where you two used to play, isn't it?" I felt my heart throb at the thought of Kacchan but at the same time I smiled at the water. The moon was reflecting off the water making it look like it was sparkling, like a doorway to another world, a magical world. 

"I love when you mumble, it reminds me that you are still learning so much," All Might laughed and I could feel my cheeks getting hot with embarrassment but I only smiled. "Go ahead and run, let out some energy the fireflies won't stay out all night," he teased and with a surge of energy I didn't know where it came from, I was running again, this time without my quirk. All Might even jumped out of nowhere and called out tag, taking me by surprise and somehow it became a quirkless training exercise but I couldn't stop giggling now. 

I ended up falling into the soft grass and looking up at the night sky, the stars shining bright. I listened to the cicadas and other nighttime insects and even an owl hooting nearby, the water gently flowing, splashing on the rocks in the background. I take a deep breath, and another and another. The cool air was breathing new life into my worn and beaten body and I don't feel nearly as tired or bruised as before. 

"Come on my boy, one more place," All Might smiled down at me and I grinned up at him. This time we walked, talking about nothing important at all like how Kacchan and I grew up playing in that creek. 

 "It means a lot to you," he said it like a question but it came out more like an I told you so but I don't really understand why that would be. 

"Kacchan means everything to me. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have found out about how amazing you are All Might," I smiled sheepishly at him, making him go red and turn away to clear his throat. When he turned back though he was smiling but still. "Kacchan is… my hero. He showed me what a hero can do, what they could be and I just couldn't stay away. I never wanted to either," I smiled at the memory of chasing after Kacchan, playing heroes when we were too young to have our own quirks yet. 

All Might sat down on a bench and patted the seat next to him so I sat next to him. "So why are you staying away now?" He asked and it felt like a knife in my gut was being twisted. How do I actually answer that? But he is looking at me so focused I can't just avoid the question either. 

"I don't deserve to be near him. I hurt him," I let my head droop down and he seemed a little confused but I don't know what else to say. 

"Did he say you hurt him?" He asked and now it's my turn to look at him confused. Does he not know? Is that why he could stand next to me like this and not be bothered? 

"Do you know what I did?" I asked instead and I saw him nod but that was all. "I didn't even ask him. I just-," no, please no. No more tears, my body aches all over and crying now will only make it worse. Even though I deserve so much more than just this. 

"And I asked, did HE say you hurt him? My boy, what makes you think that you did something so terrible? Are you really telling me that he didn't want it too? Did he fight you? Block you? Did he even use his quirk once? Because I haven't heard anything at all like that." 

"Well no, but-," 

"But nothing. Listen, I want you to close your eyes and think back to that night. Look into his eyes, tell me does he look hurt?" I shook my head no, doing what he said. "Does he look angry?" He tried again but the answer was still no. If anything Kacchan looks… 

"Relieved?" I said the word out loud and opened my eyes again but I looked at All Might even more confused than before. "Why would-." 

"That's a question you're going to have to ask him yourself, isn't it?" He smiled at me before motioning away from us and when I looked I found myself on my street, the bench was at a bus stop between mine and Kacchan's houses. 

"If you're not back in an hour I'll go ahead and leave. Take your time, something tells me that he is waiting for you," I looked back at him but when did I stand up? When did I start walking towards Kacchan's house? Why didn't I notice? I took a deep breath, no none of those questions matter right now. 

I picked up a few small pebbles and tossed them one at a time at Kacchan's window until he opened it ready to yell, only to freeze when he saw me. 

"Can I come up to talk? I promise I won't do anything I shouldn't," I called out quietly and I saw him hesitate before he lifted his window higher and pulled his curtains out of the way. I let my quirk charge through me and lightly jumped so I wouldn't make any noise and when I climbed inside Kacchan closed the window, blinds and then the curtains before going to his door and locking it too. 

"What are you doing here? Did you get permission to leave the dorms?" Kacchan hissed at me but I had to stop myself from reaching out to him and he clearly noticed. I ignored his questions, they aren't the reason I'm here now. 

"I'm so sorry, I must have-. No, did I hurt you? You already didn't like me, you must hate me now," I asked him and even my raspy voice didn't seem to bother him. He just looked at me as if I grew an extra head for a moment before he shook his no. 

"You can't hurt me Deku," he said slowly before giving me a slight smirk, "I can take anything you throw at me. And I don't hate you, never have." How can he do this to my heart? Just how? I just want to kiss him, hold him, whisper how much I love him in his ear but do I really have that right? I don't, do I? 

"Deku, it's never good when you go silent. Tell me what you're thinking," he crossed his arms and it's only now that I noticed that he was topless, wearing a pair of sweatpants, he had turned his lamp on and he wasn't covered in shadows anymore. 

"Deku tell me," I looked up at the hard edge on his voice, not expecting it after the soft tone he had been using all of this short time. "Was it really me that you wanted? Like that? I mean," he looked frustrated for a moment before he said, "sexually?" 

"Only you," the answer was out before I could even think of the words let alone how I should actually say them. It's the truth though, no one has ever held a candle to Kacchan. Kacchan was my everything and the fact that he is walking towards me and not running away was making my heart race even more. 

"Then I'm not going to ask," he smirked as if he were teasing me and when he was right in front of me he pulled me in for a kiss, soft and gentle, he carefully held me close, pulling me towards him until we fell over onto the bed and shocking me back to reality again. "I want those kisses you held back last time," If he wants my kisses I would gladly give them to him!

He was laying on top of me, his hands carefully but firmly holding me close so I wouldn't be able to get further than a breath of air before he could pull me back again. He wants me, he is kissing me! I tried not to hold him too tight but my grip on his waist did tighten and he let out a soft moan before his tongue was tracing mine again. I feel dizzy and light headed, like no amount of air could ever fix what was happening right now. 

I rolled us over, letting myself deepen the kiss right when he pushed on my chest, pushing me away. 

"Did I go too far? Did I hurt you?" I could hear the whine in my voice, the panic rising, but I couldn't help it. The thought of never again being able to taste him hurt me and right now I don't know where I stand. 

"I'm fine just," I waited for him to finish but he gave a slight push again instead and I rolled off of him. "As amazing as the sex was I don't think I can handle you on top of me again," he smirked, his breathing was heavy but when I saw him reaching for me I easily came forward again. "It gets me too excited. And I need more time to heal or at the very least you need to be gentle next time." 

"Next time?" I asked, my voice very much like a squeak. There will be a next time? I'm allowed a next time? 

"Did you think I would let you go after all that? Fuck Deku, you probably got me pregnant," Kacchan rolled his eyes but he looked nervous, like there was something that I didn't know yet. 

"How could I ever be so lucky? Having a family with you? It would be a dream come true," I sighed, cuddling into his neck, kissing it now that I seemed to have permission to love him. "If you want I can try to get you pregnant? I know we're still in highschool but you wouldn't show until afterwards," I hummed playfully, letting my fingers trail lightly across his skin. 

"No, if you want to go again you WILL wear a condom," he frowned but that only made me smile more. He has actually put some thought into this, it's not just him making up his mind on the spot. 

I pulled out my wallet and found the thing Kaminari insisted that I carry around with me ever since my 18th birthday. "Like one of these?" I asked teasing him, kissing down his neck. 

"Why-?" He started before taking a deep calming breath, I just dropped the wrapper willing to do anything and everything Kacchan asked. 

"Kaminari, right after my birthday. Something about people claiming to have pro hero's babies," I hummed in answer. But I heard him grown something like an of course and maybe something like he should have one too, maybe. Just maybe. 

"You know before I got here I thought my life was over," I hummed, loving how I could hold him and cuddle, something I never thought was possible before. 

"What? Why? Did you hate it that much?" He sounded shocked and anxious but not mad. I'm glad. 

"No, the opposite. I was afraid you never wanted to see me again, that I hurt you. That you would hate me forever," I squeezed around his middle, happy for the relaxed cuddles and the way he was playing with my hair only seemed to make my desires heavier, so much heavier. I don't really understand how I went from scared out of my mind to making out with him to having such a deep conversation but I'm happy, oh so very happy. 

"And I've been here worried about being pregnant without a second parent for them," he chuckled, I didn't miss the shame in his voice or the pain. 

"Kacchan, I really would be happy to be with you forever, with or without a baby. I swear," I kissed the back of his hand and he finally broke down and told me about the quirk that hit him a couple years ago. The one he told everyone didn't mean anything because he wasn't interested in girls at the time. 

"Turns out I would be the one that got pregnant, go figure," he gave a dry laugh and I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. I had long ago put the condom away more than happy for this sweet time together. "Let me up, I want to put on a shirt, I don't want to get under the covers," I helped him up, it turns out he is still very tender so I waited patiently for him to finish. Once he was ready to lay down again I quickly lifted him and cuddled him in my arms so that he was able to now easily cuddle into me. 

"Deku, will you really stay with me if I end up pregnant?" Kacchan asked, his voice small but somehow still strong. 

"Absolutely, I never want to give you up, not to anyone," I answered, humming to myself when I felt him grab a handful of my shirt, I kissed his forehead until he snuggled his face in my neck and I let out a content sigh. Regardless of if I got him pregnant or not, my whole world is in my arms right now and I can feel the last little bit of stress lift from my shoulders just before sleep took hold of me. With him by my side I think I can handle anything. 

*** 

"What happened? Did they… Did it happen again?" I heard the far too suspicious and tired voice of our Sensei but I'm not ready to get up. I need to sleep, real sleep and since that night this has to be the first real rest I've gotten. 

"You can look for yourself, they are completely dressed. If I had to guess I would say they just needed to talk, without anyone else butting in," Aunty chuckled and I heard Sensei groan but he didn't say anything else. 

"Come on, Katsuki hasn't been sleeping since it happened, or eating properly and knowing Izuku I'm sure he has been just as bad if not worse. Stay for some coffee while I make breakfast. Inko will be here soon, I called her when I found them," Uncle insisted but what I heard next broke my heart. 

"Midoriya sent me a message that he was going out with All Might for a while last night. You have no idea how terrified I was that he might be thinking about suicide," Sensei spoke softly now and my heart really does feel like it's been torn apart. 

That's right, All Might died a while ago now. I was at his funeral but then how? No, why did I think he was over seas? Oh, right it must have been his vestage, protecting me even from the grave. 

The door closed and I felt Kacchan hug me tighter, "did you really?" His words were a soft whisper but I know what he was actually asking. 

"His vestage, I don't know how but I completely forgot. Maybe it was because I have barely been living this week but yeah. It was probably an illusion but he even helped me dry my hair after insisting that I take a shower. How insane is that?" I tried to sound upbeat, really I did but the sadness that came with thinking about our deceased hero all but prevented it. 

"You're so lucky, you still get to see him. Does he talk to you sometimes too?" He asked curious, I know he is trying to keep the conversation light but still. 

"It's the first time since his funeral, I think it only worked because I was so miserable," I can't take it anymore. I picked Kacchan up again and pulled him to me so I could listen to his heart. I'm sure he'll get irritated or maybe he would understand considering he seems to have been just as anxious as me this whole time. 

He let me be, he even wrapped his arms around my head in a loose hug so I could feel his warmth around me while I listened to the steady thump of his heart, the sound of his breathing gave it an even more gentle rhythm. 

"I love you," I whispered, giving a slightly tighter hug before relaxing again. "I love you so much," I added, trying desperately not to cry again. No more, I can't cry anymore. Not now that I know Kacchan wants me too. No more crying. 

"Shh, Deku. Let it out, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. We can cry together," his voice was already starting to rasp from him trying to hold his tears in, breaking the dam on mine. In mere moments we were both crying in each other's arms. 

I heard the door open, the sharp intake of breath from someone gasping or just being shocked, whatever you call it. I could hear the mumbling from the doorway but right now Kacchan and I ignored them and simply cried. I don't really know if we were crying about missing All Might or just all the stress from everything going on but whatever it was, the fact Kacchan was holding my hand while we tried to comfort each other had to have helped the most. 

*** 

***Aizawa's POV***

It was shocking to see them awake and crying like that. These few years of being their teacher and always having them at odds with one another was almost like the sun rising in the east, constant and never changing. But right in front of me I saw the two hugging and trying to comfort each other only to cry more instead. Looks like the sun rose from the south today. 

Sex is such an emotional process, especially the first time but I am surprised that they are finding solace in each other. I had expected them to, on some level at least, blame either the other or themselves. I had been wracking my brain for days trying to figure out how to keep Bakugo from killing Midoriya even with his crush, maybe especially because of his crush on the boy. 

The boys' parents seemed content to leave them to their own devices, leaving me at their doorway once they realized what they were doing but I couldn't. The emotions pouring off of them were so raw and untamable I can't shake the feeling that something more was wrong. 

The boy's slowly calmed down until their sobs turned into hiccups and I almost turned to leave. "What did you do with him? You said you were going with him for a while, where did All Might take you?" Bakugo asked and I froze. No, I mean how? The man died, we all saw him, I helped carry his casket! 

"He stayed in his hero form the whole time, I actually thought he might be getting stronger or something. I feel so dumb," Midoriya answered, making me more confused. "He took me to the beach that he helped me train for UA at first. It had gotten really dirty again even a fridge and a few other appliances so he sat on them like he did back then and… I trained. I could almost believe I was in middle school again," he chuckled lightly but I frowned. He knew All Might when he was in middle school? When did he meet the man? 

"It was probably an illusion too but it was nice. Running in the sand cleaning up what I could," he let out a small sigh before yawning. "Then he took me to the creek we used to play at as kids. He said you showed him one time," Midoriya seemed to pause as if he didn't know what to say next. 

"You were in the hospital and I kind of dragged him there to help me get stronger. Seeing you all bandaged up all the fucking time drives me crazy," Bakugo answered as if he didn't really want to but needed to anyway. 

"Ah, that makes sense. There towards the end he was crying almost as much as Mom whenever I would get hurt," Midoriya said the small quip that sent both boys giggling. 

"I swear the two had a thing for each other! They just couldn't get past you always getting hurt to actually go on a date," Bakugo teased Midoriya, my eyes going wide at the thought of that. 

"Kacchan! My dad is still alive you know," Midoriya groaned but again they giggled as if they were much younger than they are now. "But yeah, I kind of think so too." 

My head! Is that why Mrs. Midoriya looks so deflated all the time now? I thought it was because of her son getting hurt, although much less often than before. If the man she married was only a paper relationship and the man she loved died saving her son… That would give anyone a lot of complicated feelings! 

"Then we just talked while walking, found a bench and kept talking until he told me that I needed to talk to you and pointed out that we were already here. I left him there. I can't believe it's the first time since he's died and I actually left him there," Midoriya was obviously conflicted but Bakugo didn't let him stay like that. 

"He wanted you to talk to me? Probably because you were barely living, don't give me that look. You're the one that said it first. All Might always took care of us but you were more than just a student to him. You were his successor. YOU needed him so he came," Bakugo lectured and I rub at my head. Are both boys ignoring the fact that the man died? 

"He said something like that. That it was his burden to bear as my mentor or something like that. He said he should have come sooner," Midoriya chuckled a little before adding. "Sometimes it's nice knowing that even though he is technically gone he won't ever really be gone. Not for me anyway." Woah, what the hell does he mean by that? 

"Rub it in why don't you," Bakugo pouted and I heard a wet noise that I wasn't expecting. "I'm here for you too, damn Nerd." 

"I love you Kacchan," more wet noises but it's pretty obvious what they are doing. Kissing. Bakugo and Midoriya are fucking kissing! Did I hit my head last night looking for Midoriya? Am I actually in a coma right now? 

"About the baby," Bakugo cleared his throat as if he were embarrassed but Midoriya seemed to find that funny. 

"If I did get you pregnant, I will be there for you. If I didn't then I can try again," Midoriya teased, my jaw dropping open only to flinch when I heard a small explosion from the room. 

"The hell you will! Try again? Fuck no, not for at least three years damn pervert!" Bakugo hissed and I could see the two playfully wrestling before I closed the door softly and returned downstairs. 

I sat at the table but their parents didn't give me much of a look and only pushed a cup of coffee towards me. Three years? Does that mean they are going to stop beating around the bush and act like normal teenagers? Is that even possible for those two? 

"I suggest you have a plate too, it's going to be a long day," Mr Bakugo set a plate of eggs in front of me. And I let out a sigh before eating with them. The boy's didn't take long to come down and Mr Bakugo smiled as he gave the boys their breakfast. Their mother's cooing over how much they have grown over the years and general family nonsense that I really shouldn't be a part of. 

I went back early, telling the two they could stay until curfew Sunday night. The fact the two were keeping a noticeable distance between them told me that they were at least not jumping into things too fast, at least if you ignore their victim status anyway. And I plan to do just that, at least for a little while. Mostly because I needed the break after the last almost two weeks of shit hitting the fan and if they can pretend nothing happened for that long then so can I. 

Returning to the dorms was not easy just because I then had to report to Nezu but at least Recovery Girl and Hound Dog were with him so I only had to report once. 

"So they were found fully dressed, asleep and with tear stains on their faces? Are you saying they fell asleep crying in each other's arms?" Hound Dog asked and I nodded. 

"Literally," I answered before pulling up a picture I took when I first got there so anyone could tell there wasn't anything improper going on. 

"That will make things easier. I told Young Bakugo that there was a chance the quirk he was hit with during their first year probably wore off but there has been no evidence to support that," Recovery Girl rubbed at her temples, I couldn't help frowning at that though. Why give the boy obvious false hope when he is more than likely pregnant? He needs to prepare now. 

"Recovery Girl," Hound Dog hesitated to speak but she nodded as if she already knew. 

"I know but he wasn't eating and not only his health but his baby's was going to be at risk," she explained and it's hard to argue with that logic. Lying or telling the truth when the lie could save their lives? Which one is actually evil? 

"When I spoke with Young Bakugo last he seemed to have accepted that he was already pregnant so I don't know if that actually helped or not," Hound Dog shrugged before sighing, "This really can't just be easy." 

"Both boys know now," I said, getting all of their attention. "I overheard them talking. Bakugo told Midoriya there was a high chance but he also mentioned that technically there was a small chance he wouldn't be still. Probably from your lie," I groaned at Recovery Girl but she smiled instead. 

"So he ended up telling him. Good, that's a good sign," she nodded to herself but I'm a bit confused. Why wouldn't Bakugo tell Midoriya? But I kept my thoughts to myself. 

"About the message Young Midoriya sent about going with All Might?" Hound Dog asked and I shifted my eyes away. 

"He seemed to have hallucinated it but the strange thing was that when he was talking to Bakugo, the boy acted like it was normal. Bakugo even acted jealous that Midoriya could sometimes still see the man," I shook my head still confused. "But neither of them acted like it was dangerous. From what I overhead Midoriya took a shower, cleaned a beach and ran around a creek from his childhood but that was about it." My turn to rub at my temple. Why can't these two just be easy to understand just once? 

Nezu stood up humming to himself, making me think he knew something the rest of us didn't. "Let's quietly keep watch over the two and see what happens. It won't be long before they graduate maybe some things will return to normal." 

*** 

How long am I supposed to be keeping an eye on them? It's been a little more than two months and nothing has really happened except for the fact that Bakugo no longer acts like he wants to murder Midoriya all the time. That's all the change that has happened. Well plus the fact that his physical education has been limited. He hasn't started showing yet, at least not enough for people to notice yet. 

I'm currently laying down in my sleeping bag, thankful that the two seemed to want to skip the cafeteria for today's lunch but on the other hand I need to be cautious. This is the third day in a row now and I overheard their classmates saying that they either skipped breakfast or dinner so I have a feeling that neither of them are eating. 

"Todoroki? Do you have a minute? It will be fast. Oh Uraraka, Iida I'll see you after lunch, I promise not to keep him long," tell me that wasn't a clear dismissal. Just try, I'll expel anyone who is stupid enough to think as much. I have never heard Midoriya so bluntly exclude his friends before and now my hair is standing on end. What the hell is going on? 

I opened my eyes to see the three boys were the last ones in the room before Midoriya said anything else. "I'm sorry, I didn't really think about how to get them back from you before now," he apologized and I could feel my brow furrow. Get what back exactly? 

"No problem, still can't stomach the fish?"' Todoroki asked while handing over two small packages. 

"It feels like the smell alone is enough to be sick," Midoriya agreed and now I'm even more confused. Are we serving that much fish? 

"It is that time of year that Lunch Rush pushes all the fish. At least there are a bunch of different kinds though, but I guess that doesn't help you two any?" Fish? Why is there a nagging feeling in the back of my head about fish? 

"Leave me alone, you still smell like the cod from breakfast," Bakugo groaned and suddenly I'm reminded that pregnant people are not supposed to have a lot of fish because of the mercury. Wait, is Bakugo getting morning sickness already? 

Todoroki left and Midoriya and Bakugo waited a few minutes before "sneaking out" of the classroom. Well fuck, guess I don't get to stay in my sleeping bag after all. 

"Fuck Deku be quiet, my head is killing me," Bakugo snapped from down the hall after I heard what sounded like a locker getting knocked into. Must have been one of the emergency supply lockers. I guess I don't need to ask Nezu where they went at least. 

I quietly followed them. The halls were empty and it took a while but I ended up following them to the roof and again I felt nervous. Why are they on the roof? I vaguely remember something about a jump incident between these two but I don't actually know the details. 

"Eat while it's still hot," I could hear the smile in Midoriya's voice but when I peeked through the crack in the door I saw Bakugo almost snatch the food from him and basically pour it in his mouth. 

"I'm fucking starving," Bakugo groaned after eating the contents. Sitting on the ground as if he didn't just eat an entire meal in thirty seconds, forget thirty minutes. 

"Kacchan," Midoriya was trying to hand him the other pouch as well but Bakugo glared at him. 

"And what are you going to eat?" He asked as if he already knew the answer. 

"I'm not hungry, eat it or I'll just throw it away," Midoriya answered before putting the fork in Bakugo's hand and leaving the food next to him. Bakugo just looked at the pouch of food for several seconds obviously conflicted before Midoriya sat behind him and pulled the smaller, much skinnier boy in his lap. Actually did Bakugo lose weight? I vaguely remember that some pregnant women lose weight before they gain any. Is that what's going on? 

"I think Recovery Girl is lying through her teeth," Bakugo said out of nowhere after he finished the second container of food but now he looks like he feels much better than before. He turned in Midoriya's lap and actually nuzzled into his neck making Midoriya chuckle at the small affection. 

"Because she said she doesn't know yet?" Midoriya asked and I'm really confused. There is something in this world that woman doesn't know? Since when? 

"Yeah. I think she is trying to hide my pregnancy from me. I did react pretty badly when it all happened," Bakugo sighed, obviously relaxing in Midoriya's arms. Oh, right I completely forgot the lie she told but is she really saying she doesn't know still? As hard headed as these boys are they aren't stupid. 

"When I ra-," 

"You did not rape me for fucks sake!" Bakugo snapped but I feel conflicted on this subject. Depending on how you look at it, that's exactly what happened. 

"You were asleep," Midoriya sighed as if this were an argument they had a lot. 

"And AT THE FUCKING TIME it happened I thought it was a damn good wet dream. If I would have known at the time it was real I would have thought it was a dream come true," Bakugo pouted, again I feel conflicted on this. 

"And yet you still won't let me touch you. Not like that," Midoriya was the one pouting now. Really? Bakugo told Midoriya no? Why? He is already pregnant so why resist? I'm a teacher why am I thinking like this but at the same time I already know that the boy is head over heels so what is stopping him? I don't understand. 

"Deku, if I sink my teeth in you, I won't let you go. Unless I'm actually pregnant I'm not looking to get pregnant," oh. Oh no, isn't the best way to keep an expectant mother healthy by having sex? What the hell was Recovery Girl thinking? 

I stepped away and started furiously texting the woman that is a literal demon from the depths of hell. What the hell was she thinking? 

*** 

***Midoriya's POV*** 

*** 

"Midoriya and Bakugo pack your things and take them with you to Recovery Girl's office. You will not be coming back today or the rest of this week," Aizawa Sensei's voice boomed as I jumped in the air, not at all expecting him to shout like that while walking inside class. 

"I'm sorry?" I asked, my confusion didn't get any better when he glared at me and Midnight came in to start the lesson on Modern art studies but today Sensei didn't wait before grabbing me with his scarf when I took too long to get up after packing my bag. 

"I didn't stutter," he growled, walking out while dragging me with him. Kacchan frowned but there wasn't a whole lot we could do. At least he was letting Kacchan walk himself, I just might have hit our teacher if he was rough with Kacchan right now. 

It didn't take long before we were at Recovery Girl's office and the way he barged in left me feeling complicated. The fact they started arguing about knowing the truth only made me feel more uncomfortable but at least he set me down next to Kacchan first. Hound Dog arrived and it turned into a three way argument which would have been fine, I don't really care. Except that Kacchan was getting more and more upset. We could after all hear everything they were saying. 

"So I am pregnant," his voice was quiet and none of our teachers noticed him at all. I turned and held his hand ready to respond in anyway he seemed to need but he didn't seem to notice for a while. 

"Kacchan, what do you want? What do you need?" I asked, gently rubbing his hands making him actually notice me again. 

"I need to lay down," he groaned and I motioned towards the cots but he shook his head no. "My bed," he added, weakly, all the energy seemed to vanish from him and I nodded, easily picking him up. He didn't argue or fight, instead he held me and hid his face in my neck. 

"We're going back to the dorms," I announced but I doubt any of them noticed, too concerned with their argument and who was in the wrong for what. 

By the time I locked the door behind us I had a few texts from them but I only told them we went back to the dorms to process what all they "said". The fact they were borderline screaming, well I left that part out. 

Kacchan however threw his uniform to the side and hid himself under the covers before grabbing my hand to keep me from leaving. "Stay," his voice quiet and his eyes vulnerable. I nodded and joined him. I was going to leave my clothes on but Kacchan frowned and told me to strip properly which made me chuckle. I think he wants more than to be held but I'll wait. We'll go at his pace. 

Feeling his naked body in my arms had me hard and aroused but still, I only hugged him close. Loving how his body felt in mine while I gently cuddled against him, lightly rubbing against him before I kissed the back of his shoulder. It was like I had used an unspoken password, how he relaxed in my arms letting me snuggle into him. I am so hard I want to cry. My hands trailing up and down his body trying to help him relax but it was only turning me on more. 

"Lube," the word was gasped out and needy so I took a chance and trailed a hand towards his front and found him in exactly the same condition that I am in and smiled. Thankfully the lube was close by, still in his bedside table drawer. My fingers poking and prodding had him squirming in my arms but instead of getting frustrated I really, really like it. Knowing that I am making him feel this way. 

"More," the airy gasp sent a chill through my body. I want to push him over, pin him to the mattress and slam myself inside of him while taking full advantage and cum deep inside of him but I need to calm down. I did that last time and I want Kacchan to feel just as good so we can do it again and again. 

"How do you want me?" I asked, my hand tightening on his waist while I had three fingers stretching him out, focus, I need to focus. 

"Just like this, on our side for now," he answered. I want to scream because I don't know if I can get as deep from this angle or not but I should be able to get exactly what I want if I do it correctly. My fingers were pulled out and I added more lube before I carefully lined up and started to push in. His hot soft body seemed to pull me in but I carefully made shallow thrusts, letting him relax and stretch into me. By the time I was able to push all the way in I was panting and holding him tight against me. His moans of relief and desire pulling me in more. 

Hot, tight, wet, I was slowly losing my mind and to top it all off Kacchan started begging for me, moaning my name. "Kacchan," I whined, barely holding on. I'm about to cum, that wonderful perfect feeling of being a part of him was drawing out my demise. 

"YES!" Kacchan screamed out as I bit into the side of of his neck and I couldn't stop anymore. My arms holding him tight against me I strained to push deeper while I fell apart, my orgasm spiraling while I filled him. 

I couldn't let him go, I couldn't pull out or away and I certainly couldn't release him. My body throbbed and hummed as if becoming a part of my lover. It wasn't until I grew too soft that I fell out of him that I could move at all and then Kacchan was still shaking in my arms. I know he finished, the feeling of him tightening around me squeezing me trying to milk me was barely more than a memory now that I feel so fuzzy and sleepy. 

"Again," I looked up to find Kacchan sitting up and looking at me excitedly. "I want more," I could see the desire in his eyes, the way he was probably ready to beg but I didn't let him get that far. I pulled him down and kissed him. Letting myself get worked up again until I heard him whimper his desires. I rolled us over and pushed inside of him this time with him on his back so I could reach him properly. My hands never left his body while I tried to memorize every muscle and curve, my shaft buried deep inside only to slide out and thrust in again. 

He arched his back and neck in time to one really hard thrust so I couldn't reach his mouth anymore but I could reach his neck and chest. My kisses and the occasional bite finding their home with each thrust. I'm coming undone. My body was shaking from the effort and Kacchan was screaming out my name, his legs wrapped right around me, refusing to let me go when I finally couldn't take it anymore and exploded inside of him, my voice mixing with his while I cried out my release. This time Kacchan's mess coated my abs and I couldn't help wiping some up to try a taste, sweet just like the smell of his sweat. 

"Fuck, we will be doing that again," Kacchan chuckled when I get off of him and pull him back into my arms again. I nodded in agreement not trusting my voice now that I've made so many embarrassing sounds. I kissed along his neck, loving how he shivered in my arms and pulled the blanket up over us again. 

"We should clean-," he didn't finish. His exhaustion finally won out as he fell asleep in my arms. I know we should get up and get cleaned up but he is already pregnant and even without us having sex I already know that he's been tired and starving all day everyday. I'll take a quick shower after waking up and get us, mostly him, a big meal. I smile at the thought. We are having a baby. 

I carefully run a hand over his stomach. I've been gravitating towards his belly ever since he first told me he was probably pregnant but now it just feels official. We'll graduate in a couple more weeks and then I'll just take care of him. His debut will have to be postponed but I'm sure that that will only make it more incredible because he is so amazing. Plus he won't have to compete with anyone when the time comes. Of course he would win but this way all eyes can be on him and see just how amazing my lover truly is. 

Kacchan is so amazing and this is our new beginning. 

The end.