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#Bkdk #BakuDeku #KtDk #KatsuDeku Angst, Implied Cheating, Mpreg, Just trust me I promise this ends happily

The Photo Tells

"We can't keep this up."

Izuku bit back the guilt rising in his throat as he fixed his shirt, smoothing out as many wrinkles as he could. There was no

helping his pants - he'd been too excited when he'd gotten there to fold his clothes nicely, had just thrown them on the floor, and now had to deal with the consequences. He was sure he could come up with an excuse for his rumpled appearance if anyone asked, though. He had

before. He could do it again.

"They're going to find out soon enough. We need to just tell them."

The glint of his engagement ring on his scarred fingers forced him to look away. He was more than well aware that keeping this a secret could just bite them in the end, depending

on how everyone reacted, and they'd had over a month at this point to come clean. This wasn't something they could keep a secret much longer, and if they wanted to announce it before it became too big for them to handle, they needed to do it soon.

"Soon, Izuku, we will," Masaru promised, holding out Izuku's jacket so he could slip his arms into the holes, shrugging his shoulders so the fabric settled comfortably around him. He took a deep breath as it did, letting the warmth of the burnt sugar smell that clung to most of

their clothes sink into him, comforting him, blanketing him in a reminder of home. He let Masaru zip up the jacket for him, fretting with his collar so it would block most cold, wind-threatening snow. "Just a little bit longer," he promised. "Trust me, they'll understand when we

tell them."

Izuku nodded as he let himself be pulled into the hug, returning it even as the guilt kept him mute. There was another layer of comfort in this hold. However, the secret they shared sat large between them, keeping them tense when they might have sunk into the

comfort of the hug before this started. After a long moment, Masaru pulled back, patting Izuku on the shoulder, his smile genuine if small.

"Give Kats my love, alright? Make him come over for dinner - his mom's been complaining about him not seeing her enough."

Izuku laughed, shaking his head at the mention of his soon-to-be husband. "Do the same for Auntie, and I'll try."

Izuku slipped out first - at least Masaru had a reason to be there if anyone entered their meetup spot. Thankful for the stealth training that had been drilled into

him, even if he was using it for such purposes, Izuku left behind his soon-to-be father-in-law for the comfort of his fiancé, hoping soon they'd be able to come clean and he'd be able to rid himself of the guilt heavy in his chest.

*~*

Izuku was acting strange.

Katsuki had first picked up on it a few weeks ago, though he couldn't say that had been when it started. When his smile seemed a little less genuine and a bit more like the mask he put on at the end of exhausting fights for the crowds. When he pulled away a little too quickly

from kisses and touches that he usually would have let linger, something flashing in his eyes that Katsuki couldn't quite place. When he'd started turning down sex on the days their patrols allowed them to actually be in bed together, when before they'd be lucky to actually get

to sleep before dawn.

Izuku was acting strange, and Katsuki wanted to know why.

So, he'd done a little bit of digging. As much as he loved and trusted the damn nerd, their years together gave him more than enough time to learn about Izuku's penchant for taking on emotional

burdens alone. So he'd just asked around, going to those who knew what was wrong with him so Katsuki could fix it or at least support his fiance until they could fix it together.

Fuck all that did for him, but no one knew shit. Inko and All Might were fine. None of their

friends knew anything, and there hadn't been arguments, falling outs, or bullshit between them. Izuku hadn't lost a civilian in years, so he wasn't beating himself up over a failed rescue.

No one knew anything, while Izuku's behavior continued to be strange. Katsuki was ready to

pull his fucking hair out and go bald if he didn't figure this out soon.

"Have you just, you know, 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 him what's wrong?" Jirou waved her beer in front of his face, the dark purple of her lipstick clear on the glass as it barely missed his nose. Out of all his friends,

she was the one least likely to blab about his shit to everyone else, meaning she was the one who got the most out of him. Ironic, considering the number of missions where her job was to find and share the villains' secrets, but she was a good listener and had the best head on

her shoulders.

At least he could trust her to tell it to him straight, so here they were. Three bottles deep each, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong.

"𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘? Of course, I fucking did," Katsuki growled, a few sparks dancing across his free hand, the other

tightening around his drink. "Multiple times! And all I got were shitty half-answers that did nothing, him changing the topic, or a blow job, which is the most I've gotten in a month." He took a long pull from his bottle, using the brief pause to choose his words before he forced

a rampage. Letting it down, he shook his head, trying to clear the fog the drink and distress had cast over him. "Everyone I've talked to has agreed the dork is acting weird, but no one has any idea why. I just want to know if something's wrong so I can ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 him, Jirou. He's

my partner. I'm supposed to help him."

Jirou nodded in understanding, having heard the concern for Izuku that had made its way through their friend group. Patting Katsuki on the back, she gave him a reassuring smile, waiting until the poor guy had turned his head to look at her.

"Hagakure and I are patrolling together close to Izuku's sector. If we see anything, we'll check it out. You are turning thirty soon - it might be some surprise party. If it's something good, I'll tell you to back off and chill, and if it's something bad, I'll give you the deets.

Sound good?"

"Yeah. Yeah, Jirou. Sounds good."

*~*

It was a week before he heard back from Jirou. Just two simple texts - one a link to a folder of pictures, the other a very simple "𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦."

The first thing he recognized in all twenty-eight photos was the building. How could he not, when he'd spent almost as much time there as a kid as in his childhood home? The Bakugou Fashion Agency owned many buildings around the city, and the photography studio he was staring at

was just one of them. He knew the stages, knew the changing rooms, and had spent hours exploring the nooks and crannies while his parents directed the models for their latest lines. He 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 the building.

He also knew the people in each of the pictures. Never together, no,

but that almost made it worse. Because he knew Izuku, knew it was him even as he tried to hide his eyes and curls behind glasses and under hats. Knew it was him as he was caught on camera slipping into the doors of a place he might have had an excuse to visit once, hell maybe

even twice in a week, but every single day? He knew his father, walking in with his head high. Nothing suspicious because he owned at least half of the building, but still strange because the timestamps on all of the photos of them arriving put them long after business hours were

over. Long after his father should have been home, and Izuku should have been well on his patrol - at least, from what Izuku had been telling him.

He knew them both in the half of the photos that showed them leaving the building every single day for a week. At least an hour

after they'd entered according to the timestamps, if not more. He knew them both well enough to see the wrinkles in their clothes, the times Izuku left in outfits utterly different from those he'd entered, and the guilt written on their faces.

Katsuki saw, and he knew.

*~*

For all her failings, Mitsuki did know when to keep her head. One of those times was when her brat showed up at her door unannounced, hands smoking and tears about to fall.

It took nothing to get everything out of her ordinarily stoic son, the words falling from his trembling

lips as he handed over his phone. The photos were just as he'd said, the damning evidence of the men they'd both loved right in her hands, timed and sent by a trusted friend. And if she was honest with her, she'd 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 something had been happening with Masaru. Had known that

his excuses of a unique project and overtime for work were just lies, that his mind had been preoccupied with something more. But their 𝑠𝑜𝑛-𝑖𝑛-𝑙𝑎𝑤? They'd been there when Izuku had been born, had cried with Inko over his first steps, first words, his first

𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.

How long had this been going on?

Bile rose in her throat before she forced away the darker thoughts, focusing on her son. They had to focus.

"When was the last picture dated?"

Katsuki looked at her slowly, blinking quickly to clear his eyes. It hurt

her heart to see him like this, but she wanted this for him, herself, and both of them. The pictures were great, but if they wanted to be sure, they had to 𝑠𝑒𝑒 it, as much as it would kill them. Otherwise, there would never be closure. She knew them, knew Katsuki was so much

like herself that without it, it would just destroy him in the end.

"Yesterday," he finally responded, pushing a few buttons on his phone to check. He nodded in confirmation. "Yesterday. Ears probably drank herself asleep trying to figure out whether or not she should send

these."

Poor Jirou. Mitsuki had only met her a few times, not as many as some of Katsuki's other friends, but she was a good girl.

"Then if they keep to the same times as all the other pictures," Mitsuki said, brushing off invisible dust from her pants as she stood, "we have

three hours to get in place to catch the bastards in the act."

She might have been scared of the feral grin Katsuki gave if she wasn't wearing the same.

*~*

There were a handful of times Katsuki wanted to move: when Izuku first showed up, slipping through the doors in the

almost twilight; when his father showed up, the disgusting bastard nodding and smiling to a few bypassers; when they'd been in there, together, alone, for almost ten minutes, more than long enough for them to have gotten started. More than long enough for his stomach to churn and

for him to hate everything he ever thought he loved.

But still, he and his mother waited. Waited just to be sure. Maybe everything Jirou had shown him had been a fluke, a mistake on her part. In another minute, they'd walk out covered in paint or something, and it'd turn out

Izuku had just been helping Masaru with renovations as a surprise for Mitsuki. Maybe it'd be ok.

But when over half an hour had passed, and they were still in there, with no movement towards leaving, Katsuki finally made his move.

They were quiet; they didn't want the two of

them to be startled, didn't want them trying to make things look like they weren't. They wanted to catch them in the act. So, quietly, using all of the skills he had learned as a pro, Katsuki snuck down the halls, his mother on his heels, gritting his teeth as he listened to

their voices ahead.

"You need to make it tighter-"

"I think this angle-"

"Oh yes! Right 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒!"

The door wasn't even fucking closed, letting the two rush in at Masaru's pleased noise. Mitsuki's phone was raised to capture everything she needed for her divorce,

Katsuki's hands sparking in preparation for the fight he was about to cause. Only for both of them to freeze, staring at what had to be the strangest fucking foreplay they'd ever seen.

Masaru was hanging upside down from the ceiling above them, the camera lowering from his face

as he twisted in the harness to try and look at them. Izuku was sitting in front of one of the greenscreens in what could only be described as a nest, plastic branches and fabric pieces surrounding him. Large colorful eggs had been scattered across the scene, one carefully

cradled in his arms. And he was wearing...a rabbit costume? Not a sexy one, no, that Katsuki could have understood for an affair. This one had fur, paws, and ears that reminded him far too much of Mirko.

"Kacchan? Auntie? What are you doing here?"

Katsuki watched as Izuku

scrambled out of the nest, careful little hops between the giant eggs bringing him to the edge closest to them. His head had tilted at some point in confusion, eyebrows furrowed in that way that always made Katsuki want to smooth it with his fingers, stupid fucking ears flopping

to the side as he moved.

It was adorable, and it just made Katsuki even more furious.

"𝑀𝑒," he asked incredulously, more sparks skittering across his palms. "What the fuck are 𝑦𝑜𝑢 doing here with my 𝑑𝑎𝑑? What kind of kinky shit is this?"

"𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑦," Izuku sputtered, his face flaring bright red. "What are you-" He cut himself off as Katsuki pushed his phone into Izuku's face, showing him the texts Jirou had sent, the apology on his screen, the link. Confusion on his face deepening, Izuku raised his paw-clad hand

to his mouth and pulled off the glove, baring his fingers so he could click the link she'd sent him.

It was a good thing Izuku was smart, letting him put together the few pieces Katsuki had offered as he looked through the incriminating photos. It only took a second for him to

work through the anger and despair before finally settling on something akin to amusement. Handing back the phone to look between Katsuki and Mitsuki, fighting the laughter that had his lips twitching even as Katsuki himself fought with the desire to punch the man he loved.

"Uncle Masaru," Izuku finally said after a moment, looking up towards the man still hanging upside down above them, "they think we're sleeping together."

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡?"

While a moment before, Masaru had been content to just watch from above, now he struggled against the harness

keeping him contained, cursing under his breath as he tried to find some way to release himself while fourteen feet in the air. "Someone let me down right this instant! Mitsuki, darling, you can't believe that's what's happening here, can you? It's absurd; I would never! Izuku

would never! 𝑊𝑒 would never; he's like my son, that's 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖-."

Katsuki moved without thinking. Even pissed as he was, he couldn't let his old man hit the ground as he finally found what he wanted, the harness giving way and letting his body slide from the straps.

The slight 𝑜𝑜𝑓 his dad let out as he did nothing to lessen the impact of him hitting his arms, though, was still a bit satisfying, even if what he was saying was true.

"Then what the hell was with all the sneaking around and lies and shit," Katsuki growled, putting Masaru

down on his feet as harshly as he could, his scowl deep and angry. He wanted nothing more than to punch something right now, had wanted to punch something for the last five hours, and was being told he wasn't allowed to punch either of the people making him feel this way.

There had better be a damn good reason why.

Izuku and Masaru shared a 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘, and it only made him feel worse for some reason. There was a secret. He knew and just wanted it all to be over with.

"Remember, a little over a month ago," Izuku finally started, his words slow as

he chose them, "when your dad and I had tea at his place? You and Auntie Mitsuki were going to look at suits?" While he spoke, Katsuki watched as his father moved to one side of the studio - where the safe was, he remembered, to keep the contracts and rental agreements for anyone

who leased out the building. "While Uncle Masaru and I were talking, I passed out."

"You 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡?" Katsuki's attention was fully back on Izuku, eyes narrowing as he watched the man before him squirm. He'd been told none of this.

"Uncle Masaru drove me to the hospital, just in

case, and well..." Izuku's eyes were sparkling as Masaru walked back over, handing him an envelope. Besides him, Katsuki heard Mitsuki draw in a sharp breath. He couldn't focus on her as Izuku carefully slid out a piece of primarily black paper, handling it as if it was the most

precious thing he owned. "We felt bad that you weren't the one with me when I found out and that he knew before you did. So we've been trying to figure out a fun way to tell you, but nothing's felt right or looked good. The longer we kept trying, the more it felt like we had to

find the perfect way to tell you because otherwise, there wouldn't be a good way to actually excuse waiting this long. Still, I'm starting to show, and you'd find out soon anyway, so we were getting desperate and..."

Whatever else Izuku rambled didn't process in Katsuki's ears

as he took the piece of paper, tilting it so Mitsuki could see as well. He didn't need to hear anything else - he knew enough from movies and shit to know what it was, know what it meant. His thoughts were only confirmed as Mitsuki burst out laughing in joy beside him, cackling

in glee as she folded in on herself with the hilarity of the situation. He could only turn his gaze back towards Izuku, sight blurring at the edges as he took in the man he loved.

"Really? You're not fucking with me? Deku, I swear to everything you love, if you are-"

Izuku just shook his head and reached for his hand, Katsuki letting him pull his fingers towards the slight swell of his stomach. One that, if they'd seen each other naked anytime recently, he surely would have noticed, but just now could feel through his weird-ass rabbit

costume.

"If you want," Masaru offered softly, "I can bring up the announcements we didn't like." At some point, Mitsuki had moved to wrap herself around him, whispering something quietly into his ears that had painted a soft blush across the man's cheeks. All as she looked up

things on her phone, no doubt already going down the rabbit hole of grandmothership. "And we can work on new ones together."

"That sounds good, old man," Katsuki agreed, pulling Izuku into his arms and burying his face into his hair. He almost felt shaky, the shift of anger to

relief taking its toll. The knowledge that everything had just been a misunderstanding, thanking whoever had decided to take pity on him that Izuku was amused instead of offended at his conclusion. It would be either something they never talked about again or something to tell

the brat when they were older: the time I thought your dad and grandpa were fucking for five hours. Probably not, knowing Izuku, but at least it would just be that - a story. "Sounds good. But why the hell a rabbit?"

*~*

It was a week later that Jirou heard back from Katsuki. She'd heard, that first day, that it was ok. Just a misunderstanding, though her friend had been unwilling to go into any more detail besides that. At least she was so thankful she'd been wrong. Because Izuku and Katsuki's

𝑑𝑎𝑑? No way. She'd thought it weird, but that whole week had just confirmed and reconfirmed what she believed, so she'd had to send what she had.

But then radio silence, not even a sighting of the two of them on patrols. She'd been tempted to head over to their apartment and

let herself in, just to make sure it hadn't been some kind of lie and one was dead while the other was on the run, but thankfully it hadn't come to that.

Because one week after she'd sent those pictures, she received one in return. A picture that was scheduled to be posted to

all of their social media platforms just a few minutes later, though hers came with a little bit extra.

𝐾𝐵: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠:

𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑

𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎. 𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒-𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑝, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖'𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒́. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢'𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑑

𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢'𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎, 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑒, 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑂 𝐼𝑁 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡.

It got the message across pretty clearly, if the way she watched their socials blow up meant anything. She was just glad this photo told everything.

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I did say "implied" cheating, not that there would be any actual cheating, lol. I hope yall enjoyed! 😊