#seriously the scent is so noxious it's waking me up

[palmtreepalmtree]

Last night I heard some noise outside, and went around to all the windows to investigate. Caught a pair of racoons tittering together in the tree out front like I had interrupted date night.

A couple hours later, we got skunked again -- the third time in five days.

Obviously, there's some sort of territorial war going on outside my house, for which I am paying a heavy, heavy price.

[shutupandshipit]

Little Life - Ch. 5

Summary:  A baby could ruin his career before it had even started. If anyone found out, he would be kicked out of the Hero Course at the very least and UA at the very worst. Even then, how was he supposed to care for a baby once it arrived? He was a fucking seventeen-year-old boy, not a twenty-nine-year-old omega with their shit at least somewhat together.

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Or where Katsuki get pregnant, but is determined to make it to graduation. No matter what it takes.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for language mostly)

Chapter: 5/16

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Master Post

Chapter 5: 3 Months

Katsuki was more than surprised when he looked at the date and realized... he'd made it through the first trimester. He'd already made it through a third of his pregnancy without anyone discovering his tightly held secret despite the midnight snacks of strawberries and mayonnaise, or orange juice and cherries, or apple slices dipped in, of all things, Worcestershire sauce. Sero, the feck, had a terrible habit of catching him in these moments.

The beta almost always gagged at the sight and then again while Katsuki pointedly stared into his eyes as he took another bite. While Katsuki would normally agree, especially with the last, that shit had been good enough to satiate his cravings. In quiet moments, he worried about the kind of things his pup was going to enjoy, but mostly for the amount of sugar he constantly wanted to ingest. He always blamed Izuku for the blooming sweet tooth.

No one had found him out despite his exhaustion, doubling up on his food intake, and his constant mood swings. Despite vacillating wildly between needing to be close to Izuku and his friends, and then wanting absolutely nothing to do with anyone a mere hour later.

He'd made it through the first trimester, and he hadn't been found out. The thought repeated through his still mind, over and over and over until it was a mantra instead of a statement. His relief was short lived through because he knew that there was still so much more time to go.

Hissing at the sudden spike that shoved through his left eye to leave his head pounding, he was reminded exactly how much longer he had and how many more symptoms he had left to look forward to. He slammed his phone into the rumpled nest that his bed had become with a snarl. Fuck, there was still so much longer! He just wanted it to be over already!

'The joys of pregnancy and motherhood, my fucking ass!' he snarled viciously to himself, scrubbing the unwarranted and wildly unwanted tears from his eyes. As he flung his door open, he thought, 'At least you don't wake up puking your guts out every morning. Now you just vomit up your stomach every other day. What a blessing.' Really, he'd never realized how sarcastic he could be until he had only himself to talk to.

Stepping into the common room, Izuku's scent all but slapped him in the face. The nerd was humming as he cleaned away the dishes from his breakfast, seemingly pumping his pheromones through the room unconsciously. Katsuki inhaled greedily without moving, reminded that the clothes in his nest needed to be traded out sooner rather than later if he wanted his nest to remain sufficiently drenched.

His headache flared again before the pain was cut into and numbed by Izuku's scent.

Izuku's eyes jumped up, surprised, and he stared back at Katsuki. Their scents swirled and mixed as Katsuki's omega pumped out pheromones in response to his mate being so close at hand, claiming him even when an entire room separated them.

Kaminari bumped into his back sleepily, and immediately slapped a hand over his nose. "Ah, jeez! Do you guys have to do this whole power dynamic thing all the time? It's suffocating in here! I'm going to smell like you guys all day!"

Katsuki's omega purred at the simple idea. 'Alpha friend. Scent. Ours. Everyone must know alpha friend is ours.' Squashing that voice, he struggled to reel his scent back in, snarling at the difficulty of fighting his own omega.

Kaminari startled, and took several quick steps out of his reach. "Are you sure you're an omega, dude? Like, I don't understand how. You're so aggressive all the time," he asked pitifully, voice nasally and eyes tearing up as he stood nearly immobilized. He pinched his nose closed with two fingers, breathing shallowly.

"Are you sure you're a fucking alpha? You're such a pussy all the time," Katsuki snapped back harshly. He hated, hated being reminded that he should have been an alpha, that he'd been cheated by his own biology.

"Kacchan," Izuku admonished.

Rolling his eyes to glare at Izuku, he shot back, "Oh, shove it up your fucking ass, Deku!" before stomping from the dorms.

.....

He peed when he got to school. He peed at every break. He peed before and after eating lunch and when the time between breaks dragged on too long. Even now during hero training, he felt the ever present pressure on his bladder urging him to sprint to the closest restroom.

It was maddening. He didn't think he'd ever pissed so much in his life. The worst part being that the pressure was never really gone and the release was never truly satisfying. Very rarely did anything ever come out when he tried.

Honestly, he would have taken the pounding headache and roiling nausea over this. At least he could calm his stomach, but what the fuck was he supposed to do about the pressure? It's not like he could reach into his body and rearrange his organs to be more comfortable as the leech inside him was already making major head way on that little project.

He should have just accepted the discomfort like everything else instead of wishing for something different. His stupid fucking body was far too literal at times, and he wanted to hollow out his entire body as pain lanced through his eyes and nausea coiled low in his belly. Bile rose in the back of his throat.

His moment of distraction proved fatal as a well placed kick from Kirishima sent him flying.

Instinctively, he clamped his arms over his belly instead of extending them to catch his fall. He tumbled across the gym floor before sliding to a stop against the far wall. The only saving grace was that there were no teachers or other classmates around as he immediately rolled onto all fours to turn out the contents of his stomach.

'Alpha. Mate. Get to mate. Help. Help. Help,' his omega keened, pumping out distressed pheromones in hopes of attracting Izuku's attention. And attract they did.

"Kacchan!" Izuku shouted, at his side in barely an instant, hand pressed firmly to his back as his spine bowed with the force of his retching, "What happened?"

Kirishima tore over, panting out, "Oh shit! I thought he was going to block so I went full force! Katsuki, bro, are you okay?"

'Do I fucking look okay?' Katsuki wanted to scream, but there was still bile in his throat, so he just vomited again instead.

Only when Izuku shouted, "I'm going to go get Mr. Aizawa!" did he find the will to force his body into submission.

"No," he panted as saliva and bile dripped from his open mouth, latching onto Izuku's thigh to both hold him in place and push himself away from the puddle of sick, "Don't you fucking dare, Deku."

"Kacchan!" Izuku protested, but winced as Katsuki's fingers tightened. How was there even feeling left with all that muscle?

"Shitty Hair can take me back to the dorms, but. No. Teachers."

"Bro, like, I think you really need to see Recovery Girl at least," Kirishima sputtered, voice trembling and stilted at he pinched his nose closed against their pungent scents, against his pungent scent. The distress his omega had poured out was noxious.

"What I need," Katsuki snarled lowly, "Is to be taken to the dorms so I can brush my teeth and go the fuck to bed. If you won't take me, I'll just take myself." He used Izuku as an anchor, pushing himself up on trembling legs to start for the nearest exit.

Kirishima was under his arm then, looking back at Izuku.

"Go. I'll clean this up and let Mr.Aizawa know he wasn't feeling well. I'll bring your guys' stuff back. Kacchan, I'll come by to check on you later."

"Don't bother," Katsuki growled in reply, but silently hoped he would ignore him like he often did. Then he would have a reason to bundle Izuku up in his nest for the night.

.....

Kirishima stuck close to his side after getting to the dorms, watching in concern as he guzzled down bottle after bottle of water, showered, and pulled on the clothes he'd gotten Izuku to sleep in for a night to scent properly.

Sitting in the middle of his nest as he fiddled with the blanket he'd been stitching for the absolute terror growing inside him, he tried to ignore just how intensely Kirishima was watching him from his desk. How his room so obviously smelled like Izuku. He could almost taste Kirishima's concern on the air, and it had his omega whining back in return.

"Listen, bro," Kirishima said, breaking the silence and making Katsuki stiffen, "I know you're all macho 'I-don't-need-no-alpha', but I -and Midoriya and all the others- are really worried about you. Like seriously worried. I'm not trying to pry into your business or anything, but I want to help. You're my best friend, and I don't like seeing you like this."

Kirishima was earnest, so fucking earnest that it made heat press in at the backs of his eyes.

'Tell him. Tell him. Tell him. Alpha friend will help us. Tell him,' his omega chanted incessantly, and he vehemently wished he could stuff a sock don't the wolf's muzzle.

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose, and before he could think better, muttered, "I'm pregnant."

Silence.

Glancing over, he found tears on sun tanned cheeks and a stunned expression on his best friend's face. He groaned inwardly as the heat beaded over onto his own lashes. Fucking hormones.

"Three months. No one knows," he rambled, turning away before Kirishima could see the wetness in his own eyes and steadfastly threaded his needle into his project, but the tremble in his voice was a dead giveaway anyway, "No one knows. And you can't tell anyone, do you hear me? Not an absolute soul, or I'll kill you in cold blood. You may be my best friend, but these stupid fucking pregnancy hormones have made me feel particularly murderous." Still more silence, so he looked back. "Kirishima?"

"B-b-b-b-but how? Don't you need-" Kirishima stopped abruptly, "Who's the father? Do they know?"

Oh. He didn't honestly believe his best friend was this dense, but his classmates were constantly surprising him.

"No! Didn't you hear what I said? No one knows, and you're not going to tell him either," he snapped. He could see the wheels in Kirishima's brain turning, turning, turning, looking for answers to his numerous questions.

"But they deserve to know!"

"Yeah, he does, but I'm not going to ruin everything he's worked for if I get caught. Don't you get it? This is a career killer before the career has even started if I get caught. I'm not dragging him down with me." He was worked up, his body hot as emotion flooded his system. Something fluttered in his abdomen, and he worked to calm down. He pressed the heels of his hands over his eyes to stem the flow of tears. "Don't you get it? I can't take that from him after everything I did to him before. And you know the success rate of male omega pregnancies. There's always the chance of- I can't."

They were silent, sniffling in tandem, for the longest minute of Katsuki's life.

"Is Midoriya the father?"

Katsuki didn't answer which was answer enough.

Kirishima's scent got closer, calming sympathy flowing off him in waves. Katsuki and his omega growled lowly, warning him from putting a single finger on their nest. Kirishima just rumbled in reply. "So, this whole time, you've been doing this alone? All the puking and weird food because you're pregnant? How has Midoriya not caught on yet?"

Katsuki huffed out a strangled laugh. "Have you met Deku? He's smart, but he's also an oblivious idiot. Do you know what I had to do to get into a relationship with him? I don't let him sleep in here that often."

Kirishima laughed quietly, and his omega rolled happily at the sound, metaphorically baring its belly for the feeling of community, for the feeling of pack. "Yeah, I guess that's true. So... you're symptoms have been so bad because you're keeping your... mate," he said tentatively, "at arm's length?"

"Yeah." Katsuki dropped his hands, and the traitorous tears rushed forward. If he could rip out his own tear ducts, he would have by now.

Sitting on the floor as close to the edge of the bed as he dared to get, Kirishima stared with blatant wonder at Katsuki's stomach. It was a telling sign that he didn't immediately try to bite him for the observation.

"There's really a little life growing in there? A little mix of you and Midoriya? They're going to be a terror. Shouldn't you be, I don't know, bigger by now?"

"Yes, and I don't know. I went to my parents' doctor, and they said the baby is growing normally so there's nothing to be concerned about."

Turning his eyes up to meet Katsuki's, he whispered, "Wow, but what are you going to do when you do get bigger?"

Katsuki grimaced, looking back down at the half-finished blanket. "I don't know yet. Hope I don't show? I read that some people don't show the entire time."

Kirishima scrunched up his nose. "It'd be pretty weird to see you looking like you shoved a bowling ball up your shirt, I do have to admit." His face smoothed, and then he was grinning. "I'm really glad you trust me enough to tell me. At least I can help now however I can." In the next moment, his grin turned sly, and Katsuki's stomach dropped. "So, like, you and Midoriya, huh? When did that all start?"

Face heating, Katsuki snapped, "Get out!"

Kirishima whined, but stayed firmly planted where he was sitting.