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“Midoriya-shounen, are you alright?”
Well, that depends on how you define “alright.” Does alright mean free from the flood of hormones rushing to his brain and twirling him into a panic? Does alright mean free from the throb of pain tearing through his most sensitive of flesh? Or does alright mean free from the burden of imminent unknown?
Because if it’s that last one, then Izuku is absolutely fine. He knows exactly what’s happening to him. It’s very normal, and people have been doing it for thousands of years.
However, a wave of pain zags down his pelvis, and Izuku grits his teeth. “Nope nope nope—”
“Midoriya-sensei?” a student murmurs.
Izuku hunches forward, braces his feet farther apart from each other. Hoooo boy.
“Stand back.” Aizawa gestures the students away with an arm. “Midoriya, are you in labor?”
“Yeah,” Izuku starts, and he finishes in an exaltation of pain. “AHHHHHHHH.”
“Focus on breathing,” Aizawa says. “Slowly in through the nose, and out through the mouth.”
Izuku breathes.
And then his vagina pops.
Liquid splurts down his thighs; soaks into the fabric of his pants.
“Shit!” All Might exclaims.
“It’s too early,” Izuku groans. “It’s too early; they’re only 34 weeks. They’re not—”
“They’re extremely ready, Midoriya,” Aizawa says. “All Might is going to call the nurse, and then he’s going to call Todoroki for you.”
All Might’s head bobs. “I... am going to do those things.” He fumbles his phone out of his pocket, and drops it to the ground.
All Might bends over.
“We need to time your contractions,” Aizawa says, pulling out his phone.
Izuku’s hand slams onto Aizawa’s wrist in a death grip. A slow contraction agonizes through his pelvis.
All Might’s phone rings in triplets.
Izuku’s contraction subsides, but the pressure remains, and he remembers to breathe . “I think the baby is coming.”
“Yes, this does seem like labour,” Aizawa says.
“No, I mean it’s coming .” Izuku’s free hand flails at the waist of his pants. Needs to free the way; baby is trapped; baby is stuck.
Aizawa’s eyes widen.
“Hello?” says the voice on All Might’s phone.
All Might pulls his jaw back up. “Ah, yes, you see, Midoriya is having his babies. Right now.”
Izuku’s legs throb. He secures his death grip on Aizawa’s arm and tries to lower himself to the floor.
“Has his water broken?”
Aizawa pockets his phone, wraps his free arm around Izuku’s back, and eases him to the ground. “What position do you need?”
All Might responds into his phone, “Yes, I think so.”
Izuku whimpers. “On my side. My pants, help—”
Aizawa helps Izuku onto his side. “Do you want me to undress you?”
“Aizawa-kun!” All Might exclaims.
“My pants,” Izuku murmurs. “Trapping the baby. Oh God, where is Shouto?”
Aizawa directs a pointed look at All Might. All Might’s head bobs, and he starts tapping away on his phone again.
“I’m pulling your pants off now, Midoriya.”
Izuku grunts.
And Aizawa curls his fingers under Izuku’s sweat pants and underwear. He gently slides them down, exposing Izuku’s slick-coated groin and thighs to the air. He helps Izuku pull his feet out of the garments.
Izuku grasps a leg and holds it up, willing his birth canal to widen. “How dilated am I?”
“Sensei,” a student says, “I have some hand sanitizer, if that helps.”
“Thank you, Wakayama.”
Then, Izuku hears his voice, and his insides begin to contract again.
“All Might?” Shouto says.
“Todoroki-shounen. Hello. I’m sorry to interrupt you while you’re at work. Midoriya—”
“I’m having the babies!” Midoriya screams. “Come now.”
“Ah, yes, did you hear that?” All Might asks.
“I’m on my way. How dilated is he?”
A finger prods into Izuku’s vagina, and he whimpers.
“Looks like you’re almost ten centimeters,” Aizawa says. “I... might be able to see the baby’s head.”
“Turn on the camera,” comes Shouto’s voice.
Izuku hikes his leg up higher, hugs his thigh to his side. Must make room for the baby to come out.
“Todoroki-shounen, I don’t think...”
Aizawa glares at All Might, who is pointedly turned to the side, so as to only see Izuku in his periphery. “Turn on the camera.
“Shoutoooooo!” Izuku shouts. “Where are you?”
“I’m on the highway. I should be there in twenty minutes. I’m so sorry, Izuku.”
“No, I’m sorry.” Izuku grunts. “The babies are coming early. I couldn’t keep them safe.”
“Izuku,” Shouto says. “You’ve done perfectly. We’re going to meet our babies soon, so soon. They’re all going to be so beautiful.”
Izuku’s muscles contract, and he sobs. “Sensei, I need to push.”
“Not yet, Midoriya. You aren’t dilated enough.”
Izuku grits his teeth and moans. His muscles twitch, and he wants to push push push. But he can’t hurt baby. No hurt baby.
“Izuku, look at me.”
Izuku opens the eyes he didn’t realize were clenched, and sees Shouto’s dishevelled face on a phone screen.
“I’m here. I love you. You’re doing so good.”
“Shouto,” Izuku sobs.
“You’re almost fully dilated,” Aizawa says.
Izuku inhales and exhales and inhales in a shake. “This is just the first baby. There’s two more. Oh god...”
“You’ve got this,” Shouto says, and what does that mean ? Shouto’s not the one whose vagina is stretching to the size of an artisanal bagel.
“I see your baby’s ear,” Aizawa announces, and Izuku melts into his panicked breaths. “It’s so tiny.”
“Baby . . .” Izuku mumbles. “Bun hybrid’s ears are full size around age one-and-a-half to two years . . .”
“So you had your adult-sized ears when you were two years old?” Aizawa says.
“Uh-huh,” Izuku murmurs. “Baby bunny cute.”
“Adult bunny also cute,” Shouto asserts.
“Have you seen my vagina?”
All Might splurts some blood onto the floor.
Aizawa chuckles. “It’s the miracle of life, Yagi.”
“It’s my son’s sexual organs.”
Izuku whimpers in a pathetic attempt at a laugh. “I’m gonna be a dad, dad.”
“That you are, my boy! A wonderful one at that.
“Is anyone recording this?” Shouto asks.
All Might twitches.
“Sensei,” says another student, and Izuku suddenly remembers his entire class is watching him give birth. “All Might-sensei, I know this is hard for you. I can hold the camera for you if that helps? I promise I won’t do anything with the video or anything.”
Who’s that... Izuku tucks in his chin and looks up at the class. Eguchi-san—she’s extremely responsible.
“Give ‘er the phone,” Izuku mutters in All Might’s direction.
“My boy—”
“These babies only get to be born once, All Might. I’m not missing out on documenting this occasion because you’re a—” Izuku grunts as another contraction starts to build up. “ Prude . ”
All Might purses his lips and hands Eguchi the phone.
She shuffles herself into position near Aizawa and holds up the phone. “Recording is on.”
“ Thank you, ” Shouto says through the speakers.
Izuku’s uterine muscles contract , and then the pressure is released. Goop slurps down Izuku’s thighs and into Aizawa’s hands.
And then a screech fills the USJ, and endorphins flood Izuku’s skin.
Baby .
“That’s baby number 1.” Aizawa snips the umbilical cord. “Yagi, can you—”
All Might dwarfs the crying baby in his massive hands. All Might kneels for several seconds too long, eyes fixated on Izuku’s baby.
“Baby,” Izuku growls, and Toshinori remembers his job. He lowers the baby to Izuku’s side, nestles it against Izuku’s chest.
It’s so... tiny. Its little bunny ears look more like cat ears. And its little toes. And itty bitty peepee.
Izuku kisses his baby’s forehead; nuzzles his nose against the baby’s ear.
“They’re so beautiful,” Shouto whispers. Eguchi holds the phone up close to Izuku and the baby. Izuku looks up at Shouto’s shiny face and flicks him a small smile.
“We made this.”
“Second baby’s water just broke,” Aizawa interrupts.
Oh god he isn’t ready. His muscles ache and his vagina wails, and he can’t...
His body contracts again.
“Don’t push yet,” Aizawa instructs.
Eguchi scuttles back to the birthing end of Izuku’s body.
Izuku’s insides squirm as his muscles contort.
He inhales, and he looks at the baby by his side again. Worth it. This is all worth it.
Footsteps scuttle up behind him and— Shouto? Is Shouto—?
“Midoriya-san,” the nurse says. No, no, Izuku doesn’t need him. He needs his Shouto.
“First baby was delivered without complications. Water has broken for the second baby.”
“You’ve done very well,” the nurse says. “All of you. Midoriya, do you mind if I do a quick ultrasound on you to check the positioning of your remaining babies?”
Izuku nods. “Help me... on my back.”
With Aizawa at his legs and the nurse at his shoulders, they ease him onto his back. His pelvis pulsates, and he spreads his legs. Izuku wraps an arm around his baby, and nods again. “Check babies.”
The nurse squeezes the goop onto Izuku’s belly. It’s weird. There’s only two babies in there now.
The nurse rubs the wand over his tummy, and incoherent blurs materialize on the screen.
Izuku’s too tired to read that. So he looks down to his baby’s bald little head and gives them another kiss.
“Baby 2 is moving into position. Should be able to see the head soon. Baby 3 has twisted sideways a bit.”
Izuku’s eyes shoot over to the nurse.
“Are they breech?” Shouto asks.
“Potentially. But don’t worry. We’ll be able to rotate it as Baby 2 is delivered.”
“My babies...” Izuku moans, and then another contraction overtakes him.
“Baby 2 is on the move.”
“You’ve got this,” Shouto says. “Izuku, you’re doing so good.”
“Baby’s crowning,” Aizawa announces.
“On your next contraction, you can push,” the nurse says.
Izuku nods.
“I’m almost there,” Shouto says. “Should be more than 3 minutes.”
Izuku whimpers; brushes a hand on his tummy. “Will you wait for daddy, babies?”
Baby 3 jabs a foot into Izuku’s bladder in response.
“It’s okay, Midoriya,” Aizawa soothes.
Oh, did he piss himself? Fucking probably. Izuku sobs, and he pulls Baby 1 closer to his side. “You’re gonna meet your siblings soon. And your other daddy. We love you so much.”
Izuku breathes. Inhale. Exhale.
Eventually, his next contraction builds up.
“Push, Midoriya-san,” the nurse instructs.
And Izuku pushes. The nurse presses bruising hands into his tummy, contorting Baby 3’s position as Baby 2 slides out of him.
Izuku gasps for air as tears drip down his cheeks.
Wait, baby—
New cries reverberate through the USJ, and Izuku cries again. “Baby baby baby—”
All Might is nuzzling Baby 2 in beside Baby 1, and Izuku twists his head over to give them each a kiss. His babies his babies his babies—
“How is Baby 3?” Shouto asks.
“More head-first than breech. I’m going to keep pressing on your stomach here to make sure it stays this way.”
Izuku’s head bobs. Tears sting his eyes. His baby his baby, his last baby—
“Izuku,” Shouto whispers. “That was so amazing. I’m almost there sweetheart. I’m so close.”
“Shouto,” Izuku wails. “I need you! I have too many babies; I can’t do it by myself.”
“You aren’t doing it by yourself. I’m almost there. And you have so many people who love and support you.”
“I’m so tired,” Izuku mumbles.
“You’re almost done,” Aizawa says. “Just one last baby, and then you can rest.”
Izuku’s body tenses. “I’m having another contraction. I’m... Can I push? I just want to finish...”
“Not yet,” the nurse says. “Baby 3 needs to get into position first.”
Izuku looks down at his belly. “Please get into position, baby.” His contraction climaxes, and he whimpers weakly.
“Almost there, Midoriya.”
“You keep saying that.”
His babies wail at his side, and Izuku cries. He’s so... tired.
“Izuku,” comes a voice behind him. The voice.
Izuku can’t bother to tilt his head. “Shouto...” he whimpers. “You’re here.”
“I’m here,” Shouto chokes.
In seconds, Shouto’s at his side, limply laying his arms around Izuku and the babies, like he doesn’t know how to hug them without crushing them.
“Can you tell Baby 3 to come out now? I need to sleep.”
“Baby 3,”—Shouto sniffles—”we’re ready for you.
Shouto crawls around to Izuku’s groin and roughly manoeuvres Aizawa out of the way.
Izuku moans. “‘Nother contraction.”
“Don’t push—” says the nurse as Izuku’s body pulsates and strains. “Don’t push... push. Push now.”
Izuku pushes with all his might. His vagina wails.
“I see the head,” Shouto blubbers.
“Push again,” says the nurse.
Izuku pushes. Harder this time , he thinks, he feels. Be born baby, be born. Please, baby, be born . Izuku pushes against his wailing muscles—
—and the baby screeches, spilling out of him.
Shouto bites back a sob and scoops the baby up. “It’s okay, baby. You’ve been born. This is the world.”
His baby, their baby.
Izuku throws a weak arm forward. Shouto slides in on Izuku’s other side.
“Look what you did,” Shouto whispers. “They’re all so perfect.”
Izuku brushes a weak kiss onto Baby 3’s forehead. “Our babies.”
“Our babies.”
“I’m going to sleep now. Make sure the babies... are safe,” Izuku whispers.
“I’ve got them.”
Izuku wiggles the arm caressing the other two babies, and he smiles. Babies.
He can sleep now.