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Midoriya Inko had it rough, she was exhausted, in pain, emotional, and desperately craving katsudon. Luckily though, she had a wonderful partner who loved her very much. “Honey, could you make me some Katsudon please?” she yelled to her husband as she plopped down on the couch rubbing her stomach, “I’m starving.”
“Anything for you, my love! Is there anything else I can do for you?” He called back from the kitchen.
Inko thought about it for a minute… “You can get these damn babies out of me” she teased
Hisashi chuckled and continued to make his wife’s current craving, “You know I love you hun, but unfortunately I can’t do that.” He really wished he could. He hated seeing his wife suffer. “Why do you want katsudon anyway? You’ve had it every day this week, I would have thought you would be tired of it by now.” He knew he was getting sick of it, but no matter how much they ate, he could never deny his pregnant wife. She was eating for three after all.
“I don't know, but at least one of these babies is getting spoiled,” Inko sighed. Hisashi and Inko didn't know for sure how many babies they were having but considering how big Inko was, they figured it had to be at least three. When they went in for Inko’s ultrasound appointments, the machine was unable to get an image of the babies. They tried every angle with the probe but all it came up with was static. They tried everything to see these babies, even x-ray quirks came up with nothing. Eventually her doctor assumed one of the babies had already manifested a quirk. It was extremely rare, but at this point, it was the most logical explanation.
Eventually, Inko settled down for a quick power nap before dinner. As she was laying down on the couch, Hisashi took a moment from cooking to grab her favorite throw blanket to spread out on top of her. “I love you so much,” he whispered as he brushed a rogue strand of hair out of her face and laid a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose “you’ve been working so hard for us and I need you to know how much I appreciate you.”
Inko, never one to suppress her emotions, gazed lovingly up at her husband with tears building in the corners of her eyes, “I love you too,” she warbled as Hisashi made his way back to the kitchen to finish cooking.
Just then, Inko groaned as she felt her stomach twist. She was hot and dizzy. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't move. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.
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“Everything ok, love?” Hisashi questioned, not particularly concerned as she often complained about how hard the babies kick.
Inko only answered with a pained whimper that was cut off by a loud clatter.
“Inko? What's wrong?” Hisashi turned off the stove and rushed back to the living room to find Inko curled up on the floor sweating and holding her stomach. “Fuck, what happened,” He put the back of his hand against Inko’s forehead just to yank his hand away with a hiss when he felt her skin burning up. “Fuck fuck fuck, this is not good, what do we do?!” He pulled out his phone to call for an ambulance and without a moment of hesitation grabbed Inko’s phone from where it lay on the couch to call Bakugo Mitsuki. He set Inko’s phone on the ground assuming Mitsuki would be able to somewhat understand the situation from his conversation with the 119 operator. He couldn't afford to be distracted right now with Mitsuki yelling in his ear. He just hoped like hell she would answer.
He put his phone on speaker and soon heard a click from his own phone indicating the call had been answered, “119, is this a fire or medical emergency?” the voice on the other end of the line spoke calmly.
“Medical, it's my wife, she needs an ambulance!” Hisashi cried.
“Alright sir, I understand. What is the location of your emergency”
Hisashi rattled off their home address as quickly and clearly as possible. “My wife, Inko, she’s only 25. She's pregnant, I don't know what happened! She was just laying down for a nap! She made a sound then just fell on the floor, she felt so hot, I touched her face and it practically burned my hand!" The longer Hisashi spoke, the more he panicked. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not to them. He loved Inko more than he loved himself, he didn't know what he would do if he lost her. He was an orphan. He had no family to fall back on. He spent all his free time with the love of his life, his soulmate. “Si-” The only other people in his life were the Bakugos but they were also about to have a baby. “-ir, —-se” They didn’t have the time to worry about him and his life falling apart. “Bre—-” They were Inko’s friends, her family, he didn’t know if they actually cared about him in the first place. He would have to die, he couldn't live without her. Oh god. He was going to die-
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Mitsuki was having a great day. She was feeling good, her baby was healthy and settled in her belly, and her husband was sitting on the floor in front of her, rubbing her legs and feet. Masaru was looking up at her with his kind eyes and telling her all about how much he loved her in his gentle, beautiful, wonderful, soothing voice. God, she loved him so much. She truly felt like she was being worshipped like she deserved. She couldn’t think of a single thing that would make this day better, and then her phone started ringing. She was just so happy, she couldn't even bother being annoyed at whatever dumb ass thought they were worth her time, until she looked over to see who was calling… Inko. She was wrong. Her day could get better, and it just did. Inko, her best friend, her platonic soulmate, the woman who meant more to her than anyone else in the world. Even her own husband who she loved dearly. Inko saved her ass more times than she could count, she even stuck with her despite her short temper and shitty attitude. Inko was an angel. She could gush for hours about her best friend… she never would, she wouldn’t ruin her reputation with that sappy shit. But she could.
So excited to talk to Inko on this already amazing day Mitsuki picked up her phone and placed it between her shoulder and her ear so she could have her hands free to make wild gestures as she spoke. “So… finally think I’m worth your time again, huh? Figured you could spare a few of your precious moments on little ol’ me?” She teased with a smirk as Masaru let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. Expecting a frantic, flustered denial, Mitsuki waited for her response, but it never came. Mitsuki’s smirk drew down into a small frown as her brows furrowed. “This better not be a butt dial or so help me-” she barked but then paused when she heard something.
“119, is this a fire or medical emergency?”
“... Inko?” She spoke cautiously “What-” she once again paused when she recognized a different voice from the other line. It was Hisashi.
“Medical, it's my wife, she needs an ambulance!”
“Alright sir, I understand. What is the location of your emergency”
“Fuck” she cried, “Masaru, get the keys now! Something’s wrong with Inko.”
Masaru didn’t wait a second before he shot up and ran out the front door, keys in hand, to get in the car with Mitsuki rushing close behind.
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Hisashi’s panicked muttering was cut off by the door slamming open, “MIDORIYA HISASHI,” In walked Mitsuki in all her angry, pregnant glory, “you need to calm the fuck down and breathe.” Hisashi snapped back to himself as Mitsuki rushed over to Inko’s unconscious, steaming body- Fuck, when did she pass out? How did he not notice? When did she start steaming? Oh god, he’s so selfish. Only worried about- His panic was once again cut off, but this time, it was to a slap from Mitsuki’s soft but powerful hand. “Shut the fuck up and answer their damn questions. You can spiral about how much of an idiot you are later.”
“Right, I'm so sorry. What do you need to know” Hisashi took a deep breath, straightened up, and rubbed his hands over his face. Mitsuki was right. He could do this. He could break down later.
The operator asked Hisashi to explain more details about Inko and what happened before he made the call. Hisashi explained Inko’s current state, what happened that day, Inko’s medical history that she was about six months pregnant with what they assumed to be three babies, one of which likely already having a quirk.
“Alright, thank you. The ambulance is almost at your location. Please stay on the line until they arrive and notify me of any changes that occur.”
“Thank you so much," Hisashi sighed and listened as the operator hummed in agreement and stated the first responders eta. Hisashi took another deep breath in an attempt to prepare himself for what would come next.