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“You must be Mr. Bakugou?”
This was not what Katsuki expected- but the surprise was, on the most part, extremely welcome.
Katsuki’s red eyes stray from the simple addition and subtraction worksheets on his desk, to the omega right in front of him. He had a short stature, soft in the right places with wide hips and a cinched waist, the silk top he donned boldly unbuttoned to make a show of cleavage. The tight pencil skirt with the slit that showcased plush, strong thighs- damn, the alpha thinks, dumbly. Shit was almost too much.
He’s got this sharp look on his face, neutral, the boyish way his curls framed his freckled cheeks made him seem youthful, but the mascara made his bright emerald eyes pop.
Notably, by his side was Midoriya Ren, the messy, unique bush of green on his head made him unmistakably-
“Good afternoon. You must be Mr. Midoriya Izuku then? Thank you for coming.”
Ren, the darling, sweet kid with the hard-headedness of a bull peeks from behind Izuku’s hip, shy. With the way he anxiously grips his dam’s pencil skirt in his small chubby hands, he knew he was in trouble, especially with the stunt he pulled right under his teachers’ noses an hour ago during recess.
Don’t get Katsuki wrong, the boy was a good kid. More than good, actually. Despite being blushy (as most kids are), he had natural leadership skills, finished worksheets faster than others, always eager to help and jumped at the first sign any of his fellow classmates were struggling with their alphabet or counting numbers. But of course, mischief was prevalent with kids, and Katsuki learned the hard way how determined the little shit could be when he wanted to.
Like when he literally caught Ren when the boy fell out of a tree.
He gave every single caretaker a massive heart attack as he innocently fluttered his lashes as if he’d done nothing wrong and as if he didn’t almost crack open his skull if Katsuki didn’t straight haul ass to the gardens when one of his students made a passing comment how ‘Ren-chan’s so cool! He’s climbing the berry tree cus’ Jichan wanted some!’
Ignoring that, Ren had good manners, a well versed kid- and Katsuki had always given mental props to the parents because it made teaching a bunch of toddlers more bearable.
Katsuki likes his students, thinks they’re funny and quirky in their cute little ways- but goddamn didn’t it get tiring trying to corral a bunch of ankle-biters on the daily.
“Ren,” Katsuki greets his student first, before looking up at the omega, gesturing to the chair right in front of his desk. “Please, sit.”
Izuku purses his pretty pink lips, but takes a seat nonetheless, his little first grader immediately seeking comfort in his dam’s lap. The omega is beautiful in the golden sunlight that slipped through the curtains in the daycare, even if his features were scrunched with worry.
Katsuki feels his old, rusted heart flutter, stomach churning with an unfamiliar feeling while his cheeks warm. The feeling is akin to catching a fever- and he forces it to the back of mind as he clasps his hands together to look sternly at Ren.
“Your son over here thought it would be a good idea to climb a persimmon tree with no adults around,” Katsuki starts, and he sees the way Ren’s ears turn red, immediately looking up at Izuku for any kind of reaction. Said omega blinks, clearly taken aback, and Katsuki takes that as a cue to continue. “If I was not there in time, the pup would have broken something.”
“Ren,” Izuku huffs, more worried than mad, and the pup immediately whines, squirming and trying to nose at Izuku’s neck in a form of trying to placate his mama.
“Momma,” he snuffles, a cute sound that makes both adults melt. “I’m sorry momma, Jichan just wanted the orange berry!”
Izuku raises a brow, neither ecstatic or angry. He wrangles the hyper first grader into sitting up properly (with perfectly manicured nails) instead of burrowing into his chest, before lightly pinching his cheek. Ren pouts, putting on puppy eyes- an obvious trap that neither the blond alpha or Izuku fall for.
“Naughty boy,” Izuku sighs, more exaggerated than anything. “You could’ve been hurt, baby!”
Katsuki chuckles mildly at the way Ren responds. Most of the kids get defensive, some resorting to tears- but Izuku’s boy was just anxious about mama getting worried, trying to calm perceived distress while nudging at the scent patches on his dam’s throat.
“Sorry momma,” Ren garbles, kicking his legs.
“Don’t do it again? You can get in trouble!” Izuku gestures to Katsuki, who’d been watching the interaction with fond silence. “I’m sure Mr. Bakugou’s enough of a sweetheart to help you if you wanted some persimmons.”
At that, Katsuki clears his throat, nodding helpfully- before quickly stamping on. “Come to me next time, Ren. I could’ve picked some for you. No idea how your little legs allowed you to climb up there, but next time..” The alpha raises a brow, trailing off.
“Don’t climb the tree?” Ren pipes up, sheepish.
“Yep. Don’t climb the tree.”
After a few more minutes filled with letting the pup know he wasn’t in serious trouble and making Ren swear (with the promise sealed with a pinky promise between him and Katsuki) to not pull any dangerous stunts, it was unfortunately time to go.
Izuku gets up, the sleepy kid held up on his hip, designer bag on the other shoulder.
If the fact that the Midoriyas were loaded wasn’t obvious before, it was now, especially when a beta who Katsuki was guessing was waiting outside the room scurries in, dressed formally in a modest skirt and simple button up. She smiles at Izuku, bowing quickly before Ren is ushered into taking her hand- and only then does Katsuki realize she was probably Izuku’s personal maid or something.
The pair leave, and Izuku and Katsuki remain in the kiddie teacher’s office.
Izuku turns to him, flushed pink but still poised. “Thank you, Bakugou,” he says, voice sweet- god, everything about him was sweet- “I don’t know what I would’ve done if Ren got hurt.” He fiddles with his bag, honest.
“It’s nothing to worry about Mr. Midoriya.” Katsuki shrugs, getting up from his seat- and his inner alpha preens at the way Izuku’s mouth drops into an awed ‘o’ when he finally towers over the omega, real size concealed by having to sit in the low office chair. “I’m glad I caught him.”
“He’s usually well-behaved- goodness, he can be so stubborn.”
Katsuki’s brow raises from amusement at the way Izuku’s pouts, seeing the similarities between the father and son more clearly. “Got it from his dam, I assume?”
Izuku flushes- and wow does it make his freckles fucking pop. “Assumed right,” he laughs, a cute tinkling sound, before the omega shyly covers his mouth. “Well, thank you for your time-“
“Hold on-“ Katsuki says, before he can stop himself, surprising the both of them. “H-How come I never see you pick Ren up?”
Too intrusive? Maybe. But Izuku’s soft smile melts, and Katsuki wanted an excuse for the omega to stay longer.
“I’m unfortunately always busy,” he hums, thoughtful, a little sad. “That’s why you always see um, Ibarra, my maid?- pick him up. Good news, though, I’ve decided to- ah, tone it down a few so that I’m not always gone from home. I haven’t been very.. um.. present lately. Goodness.”
Izuku was obviously embarrassed, but Katsuki just chuffed at the back of his throat, a half smile tugging at his lips. “You’re a good dam, Mr. Midoriya. Ren always talks about you, so I think it’s safe to say that you’re doing it right.”
The omega perks up, eyes brighter and shiny with curiosity which Katsuki gladly indulges. “I’m pretty sure the kid’s convinced you’ve got superpowers because of how good your cooking is. Katsudon, I believe?”
The conversation continues as Katsuki walks Midoriya to his car, all of it about Ren. In the short five minutes it took to reach the sleek, black BMW from across the daycare, the alpha finds out that Ren’s favorite color was green, how he loved ducks- along with the very blatant and obvious fondness Mr. Midoriya held for his kid that it spilled out of that tiny body of his.
Before they knew it, it was time to go. A scraggly older man- alpha, judging by the rougher scent, approaches them both, dressed in casual business attire. His bloodshot eyes give a slow blink, and Katsuki notices the way he straightens and his shoulders untense at the sight of Izuku- before they narrow at Bakugou’s presence.
“Aizawa!” Izuku smiles, excited- before turning to Katsuki, who fucking melts at the sunshine grin that is thrown his way. “I’ll see you around, Mr. Bakugou.”
The Aizawa guy hums, aggression turning to curiosity while he opens the car door for Izuku, the gleam of light hitting just right to reveal a sleeping pup in the back, nanny occupied with the toddler. The dam reached over from the front once his seatbelt was clicked, pinching Ren’s cheek- giggle muffled when the car door was shut.
“Interested?”
The blond almost jumps out of his skin when the older alpha straight appears by his side, head tilted as if sizing Katsuki up. Katsuki growls a warning, just the least bit mindful that the guy was probably Izuku’s friend or some shit. “Yeah. Got a problem?”
He has the decency to feel embarrassed at getting caught lingering around the dam.
Aizawa shrugs, “No. Izuku’s smart enough. He can handle himself.” He lays off, but not before he gives Katsuki a hard once-over. “Ren likes you, and it seems boss does too.”
An unexpected dry smirk crosses the man’s face. “I think we’ll be seeing each other more from now on.”
At the ominous remark, Aizawa slips away into the driver’s seat, either unaware or ignoring the way Katsuki flushes when Izuku makes eye-contact before waving a cheerful goodbye when his driver backs out from the parking lot, leaving the alpha standing there like a love struck idiot.
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“Mama,” Ren murmurs, scratching his freckled button nose, sweet green eyes just a shade darker than his dam’s are half-lidded with sleep as he rubs his face into his mama’s neck.
Izuku groans sleepily before waking up the moment his pup’s whining reaches his ears, giggling sleepily when Ren snuffles into a ticklish spot. He showers his baby with surprise kisses, laughing along the playful shrieks that his pup emits when Izuku gives him a thorough scenting. Once he was satisfied with covering Ren’s milky pup smell with his own motherly one, he hesitantly lets up with poking that chubby belly of his.
“Good morning sweetie,” Izuku purrs, smiling at how Ren squishes the vintage All Might toy in his baby grip. It was a cute thing, really, more ragged than brand new. He’s openly delighted that his baby was All Might obsessed, a character from an old show he’d watched religiously during his youth— but between the job and taking care of Ren, it was rather hard not to have those comics and DVDs collect dust in the storage room. Thankfully though, the addiction was kickstarted yet again the moment the Hero show had a rerun on television, which led to Ren constantly babbling about it and Izuku finally finding a use with his infinite knowledge when it came to the nerdy series.
“Mama’s home,” he says, thoughtful, tilting his head. “Will you go b-back to work again tomorrow?”
Izuku felt his heart clench, before wrapping his baby up in the best hug he can muster. “Nope,” he hums, tucking those loose curls behind flushed pink ears. “Mama’s gonna stay home a lot more than before. We can play all day.”
“ All day?” Ren says,hushed and eyes so wide. He could barely comprehend what staying with his dam all day meant, but he was so excited. “That’s so long..! Thank you mama!”
“Anything for you!” Izuku kisses his forehead affectionately, before kicking off the blankets and carrying his baby in his arms, the little boy’s body tucked tight on his side. “Why don’t we make….”
“Pancakes! Mama, I want pancakes, please!” Ren chirrups, chinning at his curls and Izuku laughs at the pup’s frantic, excited squeals.
“Alright, alright! Come on baby. We can make pancakes.”
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Despite everything, being a mom was not something Izuku expected to be.
A proud graduate of an elite college on scholarship, turned physical therapist, turned CEO of a pharmaceutical company that specialized in ailments that mostly affect the omegan population— all at the age of twenty-six. He had brains and tenacity, as his old professor Toshinori Yagi told him, making it far in his studies and excelling under extreme pressure.
He’d thankfully made friends along the way, during both his schooling and careers. A kind beta named Ochako who was in a nursing program, a stoic but caring alpha named Iida who was pursuing engineering, and another cool and calm beta named Todoroki, who was the token rich boy of their group. He switched majors over and over again when he was in his angsty phase, riddled with daddy issues from a father who pressured him to go into college until he happily settled down to become a Michelin chef. Last Izuku heard, he’d been sitting at a perfect rating a few hours away in the Shibuya district.
Others to be noted was Inasa— he was from another college, but was friends with Todoroki, surprisingly, with his hyperactive attitude. They’d met in a bar, and were inseparable ever since. Tipsy Izuku had balls, and practically made out with him tongue and all in front of everybody after a whole night of shy looks and teasing touches.
He remembers Todoroki giving him a casual thumbs up, before slurping up his soba unbothered by the noise of Ochako shrieking in good nature.
Inasa was funny and cute— and not to mention, big. Their relationship was more of a friends with benefits situation, but Izuku does recount where they’d thought of it, being boyfriends- hell, even mates.
They cuddled up in the quiet of Izuku’s dorm, still flushed and sweaty from another hookup when Inasa kisses him so sweetly before announcing, “I would gladly put a ring on you!”
It flusters Izuku so much that he remembers spluttering and flushing a bright red, so shy despite being bare for the alpha moments ago.
“You think would be a good mate, Yoarashi?”
“The best.” The alpha had looked a little forlorn then, before brushing a tender thumb against freckled cheeks. Izuku pretended not to see longing. “It’s not what you want though.”
Not long after that talk, Inasa had to leave the country for work in the army. Duty calls, and Izuku was pretty sad about it until the alpha promised to stay in touch, of course, both through letters, and if it was allowed— video calls.
“I’ve got a friend,” Inasa hums, striking a brilliant grin. “Her name’s Camie. She’s cool.”
“Mnn..” Izuku tilts his head curiously, before he laughs. “Inasa, are you trying to hook me up?”
At that, the big oaf joins in on the laughter, grinning broadly as he finally slips on a shirt. It was a day before he had to finally leave, his whole life packed up in tight little suitcases, to be shipped to an unknown country alongside him.
“She’s interested in you,” Inasa admits. “I don’t blame her. She has real good taste. Besides, someone has to take care of your insatiable pussy while I’m awa-“
“Oh my god!” Izuku shrieks, launching a pillow at the alpha, who catches it with ease, laughing when the omega hides under the covers from embarrassment.
A moment, then two before—
“What’s her number..?” Izuku asks, meek, and Inasa simply chuckles and shakes his head.
“Already gave yours to her, yesterday. Trust me, ‘zuku. She already likes you.”
And god, Inasa was right. Camie was an alpha just like Inasa, tall and broad and so pretty .
She was charismatic and chill, playfully mean and never failing to charm Izuku with her flirtatious demeanor and kind words. It was clear that whatever was going on between them had no strings attached, and both of them were happy with the arrangement.
Whenever Izuku was so pent up from days of studying his ass off for exams, Camie was there to whisper sweet words in his ears before fucking the stress out of him on his mattress, staying up late with him, peering curiously over his shoulder at the anatomy books he’d cracked open.
If Camie needed some days to relax from her migraine inducing job of being an assistant nurse to the most stuck up doctor ever, Izuku would drop by in pretty lingerie that Shouto didn’t mind paying for (mostly because he was using his father’s card at the time, never really caring for romance. His eye in fashion but his nature of being nonchalant about both sex and relationships made him a good person to go to so he can rate the sexy underwear).
All in all, it was a pretty good system. Camie was a good lay and a master at wrecking Izuku’s pussy, and Izuku’s the hottest shit in town. Who wouldn’t have wanted his fat ass and pretty face?
They continued even months after Izuku met her, throughout the internships, the careers— and she proved to be not only an amazing lay, but also a best friend. It was hard to date when both their careers were incredibly demanding, so they relied on each other for emotional and physical support.
To the surprise of everyone, feelings never got involved. They openly communicated about that, and Izuku admits that he never quite imagined them both becoming a family.
That was until Izuku missed his heat once.
Granted it wasn’t the morning sickness that alerted him, nor the dizziness, nor the dislike for food he’d usually be craving.
It was his own mother, who was cooking in the kitchen when he’d visited. The moment she’s smelled him, she dropped the steaming bowl of soup before her eyes welled up in tears— and for some reason, Izuku knew.
The two lines on the pregnancy test confirmed it.
He didn’t scream, didn’t sob or cry. Neither did he feel terrified, afraid . Instead, all he did was calmly (almost catatonically) dial Camie’s number from his bathroom floor, to which the alpha picked up on the second ring.
The alpha’s chirpy, energetic voice filters through the grainy line.
“ Heyy, ‘zuku babe! What’s up?”
“Camie.” He pauses, staring at the test. He didn’t feel much at all. “I’m pregnant.”
Silence, Izuku holds his breath— and then Camie says in the most gentle voice possible, “ What do you want to do, Izuku?”
Only then, did Izuku burst into tears.
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