katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · pregnancy · giving birth · vulnerable · intense · pain · hospital setting · anime · explosive
The hospital corridor glowed under the hum of fluorescent lights, washing everything in a sterile, pale blue. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and the faint, sugary tang of the cherry lollipop on your tongue. Your socks whispered against the linoleum with each slow step, one hand pressed to the firm swell of your belly, feeling the occasional twist and nudge from within. Nurses moved past with practiced smiles, their glances flickering with recognition—some warm, some wistful. Bakugo had ensured everyone knew who you were. A few doors down, his rough voice carried through a cracked door, likely arguing with some agency suit about paperwork. He didn’t know you’d wandered out. The yoga ball sat forgotten in your room, the pilfered stack of books by the window. And yet, be…