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Kirishima groaned as he rolled over in bed. What time was it?
Sunlight filtered in through the mostly closed blinds, dappling light over the floor and onto his bed. Bleary eyes blinked and eyed the clock- 7am. Oh god why was he awake, he was on PM shift this week. He didn’t have to be at work for another 5 hours.
The scent of Bakugou’s breakfast wafted into the bedroom, an omelette of some sort, and a sensation budded in Kirishima’s stomach and throat.
Oh god, that’s why he was awake.
Kirishima groaned as the familiar feeling of nausea began to build, burying his face into the pillow. Maybe he just needed to lie still, maybe he could sleep it off.
Approximately 2 minutes later Kirishima realized that he definitely could not sleep it off and he was definitely going to vomit. Which was how he once again, for the 8th day in a row, found himself scrambling for the bathroom in a chaotic flurry.
He flung the sheets off of him and bolted for the bathroom. His husband Bakugou was sipping coffee at the kitchen counter, and Kirishima sputtered out a “Hey babe” as he passed in an attempt to be casual that definitely failed.
He made it in time, just barely. Kirishima rode out the wave of nausea til he was dry heaving, spitting into the toilet when he was done. Bakugou, having mercifully waited until Kirishima was done vomiting to give him a semblance of pride, appeared in the door frame on cue, glass of water in hand.
Kirishima’s forehead met the toilet seat with a thud and a pathetic moan. He lolled his head to the side, croaking out a thanks as he took the glass from Bakugou’s hand.
Bakugou stared at him sternly as he gingerly sipped the water. “Eijirou, it’s been a week of this, I dont think its still the shrimp”
Kirshima picked his head up, smiling wide despite himself.
“You got me there babe, maybe it’s a stomach bug or something” Feeling braver, he took a bigger gulp of water. “I don’t think it helps that I haven’t had a full meal in a week.”
Bakugou hummed a quiet affirmation, then grinned, “You want toast? I’ll make it extra dry for your weak ass stomach”
Kirishima felt his stomach lurch at the thought of food. Maybe he was too ambitious with the water.
“Uhm, maybe just some ginger tea for now”
Bakugous grin faltered a bit at Kirishima’s discomfort. He knelt down next to Kirishima, running a hand through his hair. “Go sit on the couch for a bit. I’ll make you tea and maybe by the time I leave for work you’ll be up for some breakfast, sound good?” He cradled Kirishima’s face in his hand, leaning over to place a peck on his forehead.
Kirishima spat once more in the toilet for good measure. “Yeah, sounds good.”
“Gross.”
“Do I get a kiss on the lips?”
“Fuck no. Brush your teeth first you nimrod”
Kirishima laughed at the return of Bakugou’s normal fire. It was comforting that his partner wasn’t too worried about him to completely turn off the quips.
Not that he didn’t have a reason to be a little worried. Kirishima had been having this stomach issue for about a week now, but thankfully it was in the morning... for the most part. There had been one instance during a late shift with Suneater that was particularly embarrassing (and costly, as he had to pay for both of their dry cleaning...) but otherwise, he was still able to fulfill his hero duties, bad shrimp or stomach bug be damned.
Kirishima sipped his tea and scrolled through the news on his phone while Bakugou busied himself in the kitchen. He was packing lunches for himself and Kirishima, frequently opening the fridge and furrowing his brow, wracking his brain for ideas of mild but still tasty foods he could throw together for Kirishima’s lunch.
“You have an easy day today yeah?” Bakugou called from the kitchen as he took his selection of veggies out of the fridge.
“Yeah just training, desk work catchup and an evening patrol. I should be home by 10 if nothing crazy happens.”
“Good.” Bakugou set to work chopping carrots and cucumber with his usual vigor. “I don’t know what time I’ll be back tonight, but it’ll probably be late. Depends on how well this stakeout goes. I won’t have my phone on me from 2pm on though”
“Don’t worry I’ll send you lots of memes for when you get it back”
“Don’t Pikachu and Raccoon Eyes torture me enough in that godforsaken group chat?”
Kirishima smiled. He and Bakugou had been married for 2 years now, dating since they were back at UA. He knew his husband well enough to know that he secretly enjoyed the barrage of silly content Kaminari and Mina sent the group chat, but he would never ever admit it.
“Your lunch is in the fridge ok?” Bakugou said, slinging his bag over his shoulders. He made his way to the couch and gave Kirishima a goodbye kiss.
“Love you, try to get some more sleep so you’re not a zombie later.”
“I’ll try” Kirishima said, leaning up for the kiss. “Good luck with the stakeout, be safe, I love you too.” Bakugou waved in response as he walked out the door.
Kirishima sighed and pulled the throw blanket up over himself as he laid back on the couch. Maybe he’d sleep better here. At the very least it was closer to the bathroom.
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It was a brisk November morning as Kirishima set off towards the train stop, more refreshed after getting a few more hours of sleep.
He and Bakugou managed to find an apartment that wasn’t too terrible a commute for either of them in a modest part of town. Bakugou had to drive to make it reasonable, but Kirishima at least could take the train. Kirishima was at Fat Gum’s agency, steadily climbing the ranks and hoping to crack top 20 soon. Bakugou was currently still with Best Jeanist’s agency, and cruising his way up the top 10, neck and neck with Deku.
Kirishima and Bakugou had decided to go public with their relationship as soon as Bakugou broke top 10, because, as Bakugou put it, “PR can suck my dick if they think they can tell me what to do once I’m top 10.”
Their high ranks aside, Kirishima and Bakugou certainly generated the most work for their respective agencies’ PR department. Kirishima was the first openly trans hero to debut in Japan, a title that brought him immense joy and a fair amount of challenges at the start of his career. Luckily, Fat Gum and his agency were in his corner, and were devoted to Kirishima’s success as a hero while being true to his full self.
Between him being trans and his and Bakugou’s relationship, the media frenzy around the pair of them was enormous. There were people constantly taking photos, constant social media buzz, interviews, you name it. Bakugou was a little ticked that this media attention sometimes overshadowed how good of a hero he was, but preferred it to having to keep their marriage a secret.
Kirishima loved it. With every kid that wanted an autograph and every feature article he felt like they were really making a difference in the public’s perception of LGTBQ Heroes. It was a responsibility he didn’t take lightly.
He was proud of their career growth in the 4 short years from graduating UA. They eventually wanted to start their own agency, but for now they were comfortable where they were at.
Especially today, because he and Fat had some one on one training scheduled and Kirishima would never pass up the challenge of sparring with his boss.
Fat Gum’s agency was a modest building situated in a busy district with lots of restaurants. (surprise surprise) Kirishima took the stairs up to the agency two at a time, cheerfully greeting the other heroes and workers in the building as he strode in.
He stopped in the break room to drop off his lunch, staring longingly at some sushi that was up for grabs in the fridge. His stomach gurgled at the smell and he decided against it. Kirishima sighed as he closed the fridge door. Maybe it’d still be there at the end of his shift.
“Red Riot! Passing up free sushi again? What, still hungover from yer birthday?” Fat Gum said, waggling his eyebrows as he appeared in the doorway.
Kirishima rolled his eyes at the jibe. He had kind of a wild birthday two weeks ago, where he may have gotten embarrassingly drunk and then called in sick the next day because he was too hungover. Then this stomach bug thing started happening and Fatgum couldn’t help but have a little fun at his expense.
“Hah, you wish! I feel fine enough to kick your ass today in sparring.” Kirishima said.
“Just don’t puke on me, my other suit’s at the cleaners” Fatgum winked. “Meet’cha downstairs.”
Fatgum’s agency had a private gym in the basement for the heroes at the agency to use, fully stocked with state of the art equipment and a ring for sparring. Kirishima got changed and warmed up with a jog on the treadmill, pumped for his workout. Working with Fat Gum was especially fun for Kirishima, it gave him the chance to really focus on what he was best at- taking hits like a goddamn wall.
He and Fat Gum took turns attacking each other and seeing how much they could make their target move. Kirishima traded off between throwing flurries of punches to improve his speed, and throwing concentrated, powerful, hits for maximum damage.
Kirishima’s stomach was unsettled, but it was ignorable and he didn’t want to stop. After a half hour of back and forth sparring, Fat was visibly thinner than when they first started, which boosted Kirishima’s pride. It also meant that Fat might treat him to some food before he had to go on patrol.
“Alright kid, want to get some hits with unbreakable in?”
“Hell yeah!”
Fat geared up for another punch, using Kirishima’s blows from before to build up power. Kirishima focused on going unbreakable- he felt a ripple of power pulse through him as unbreakable cascaded up his body, ready to take Fat’s hit.
But before Fat even threw the punch, a sharp wave of pain seared through Kirishima’s abdomen that was decidedly not ignorable. He dropped unbreakable and clutched his stomach, curling over until he was on his knees.
Fat Gum dropped his attack and ran over to Kirishima. “Red you ok? What’s happening?”
Kirishima exhaled slowly, trying to focus. He started feeling lightheaded, what was going on?
“Um, I don’t know, my stomach just...aww fuck” Kirishima doubled over as another wave of pain and dizziness crashed through him. He gave up on talking for the moment, resting his forehead on the floor and just trying to breathe for a bit.
Fat put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and called out to the admin assistant at the other end of the gym.
“Can you give Dr. Fukuda’s office a call? We gotta get Red Riot checked out.”
After a few minutes of laying on the ground, the pain subsided enough that Kirishima was pretty sure he could make it to a car without passing out. He must not have looked very convincing, as Fat decided to tag along with him to the doctor’s to make sure everything was ok .
Fat Gum and Kirishima shared the back of the cab, leaving Kirishima a little squished in the backseat. Kirishima placed his forehead on the cool glass of the window as they drove through the city, relishing the sensation as his stomach still churned.
“Did you text yer husband? I’d rather not be on the receiving end of his blasts if you end up dying.”
“Hah,” Kirishima said, rolling his eyes. Bakugou wouldn’t blast Fatgum probably… “I’ll send him one quick, he’s going dark for a stakeout in like an hour” he pulled out his phone.
You: hey, just an fyi, i’m going to Dr. Fukuda’s
Katsuki: What? Why? WTF happened?
You: felt weird while training with fat and mayyyyyyy have almost passed out
Katsuki: Motherfucker I’ll kill him.
You: it wasn’t his fault! it was a weird stomach pain! just getting checked out, I’ll probably be back in time for patrol.
Katsuki: Tell him about the nausea.
Kirishima stiffened a bit at that text. He had been feeling off for a bit now, but he didn’t realize how much Bakugou had been worrying about it. Maybe he should be more worried about it too? He swallowed a bit as his stomach lurched.
You: I will. i’ll try to send you an update before you go dark. Love you blasty ❤️
Katsuki: 💥
Kirishima closed his phone and leaned his head back against the window, letting his eyes flutter closed. He let himself doze off for the rest of the short trip.
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Dr. Fukuda‘s practice was about a 15 minute drive from the office and was the agency’s go to physician for yearly physicals, injury check-ins and non urgent medical care. Kirishima had been visiting him since he was an intern, and trusted him immensely. Kirishima was pretty sure he’d never visit another doctor again after Dr. Fukuda retired, given how scary the process of finding a doctor well versed in trans health was. They checked him in and a nurse jotted down his symptoms and took blood and urine samples. He and Fat Gum chatted in the exam room as they waited for Dr. Fukuda. Despite the embarrassment, Kirishima was glad Fat Gum came along to keep him company. Waiting in doctors offices was boring.
A nurse stopped in. “Red Riot? The doctor will be with you in a moment. Mr. FatGum? Would it be alright if you moved to the waiting area?”
“Sure thing, I’ll be right outside when you’re ready Red. Let’s get some grub after this on the agency yeah?”
Kirishima enthusiastically nodded despite his unsettled stomach. “Sure thing, see you in a sec”
The nurse and Fat Gum left the room and Kirishima sent a quick update to Bakugou, despite him probably not being able to see his phone since the mission had started.
You : finally seeing dr. fukuda, why is being responsible and healthy so boring :p
You: I know you cant see this yet, so enjoy these emojis, love you!
❤️❤️😍 🥰 😘❤️❤️😍 🥰 😘❤️❤️😍 🥰 😘💩❤️❤️
Kirishima put the final touches on his barrage of hearts and kissy emojis as Dr. Fukuda entered the room. “Good afternoon Kirishima, it‘s nice to see you.” he said warmly.
Kirishima pocketed his phone. “Nice to see you too!”
“How are you feeling?”
Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. “A little woozy but better. The pain’s stopped.”
“That’s good to hear.” Dr. Fukuda clicked his pen. “How long did the pain last after you went unbreakable?”
“I guess, maybe 45 minutes? But it was only really bad for 20 minutes or so”
“Have you noticed any bleeding?”
“No?”
“Great, good.” Dr. Fukuda hummed and jotted down notes on his clipboard
“A couple more questions, Kirishima. Are you up to date on your T-Shots?”
Kirishima was surprised by the question. “Um, basically? I may have been late on a couple.” he said sheepishly.
Kirishima was bad at taking his T-Shots on time. Despite being a super strong hero that wasn’t afraid of anything he wasn’t great with needles. He also had a tendency to harden by accident and it usually took a couple of tries to get the thing in.
“Ok.” Dr. Fukuda noted it down and hummed “and are you and your husband sexually active?”
Kirishima turned beet red despite the fact that he was supposed to be an adult and it was totally normal for married partners to have sex. “uhm yeah, definitely. Yes.”
Where was Dr. Fukuda going with this?
Dr. Fukuda stopped writing and focused his full attention on his patient.
“So Kirishima, this might be a little bit of a surprise. Based on your symptoms, we decided to run a pregnancy test.” he paused. “The test came back positive.”
Kirishima stared blankly.
“What?”
“I believe you’re pregnant, Kirishima”