Look at the time it wouldn't be about an hour until Bakugou would be back in homeroom, meaning that you wouldn't need to go searching around the campus. Of course, you could just message him but you actually wanted to discuss something with Aizawa. 

Pulling up, people watched you walk towards the doors as they wandered around. Still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, you felt grim but at least you'd showered as you covered your stomach in your coat and your bag across it. 

Not paying attention you walked forward, bumping straight into someone else who wasn't looking where they were going. Stopping you turned, with a huge apologetic smile on your face. 

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention," as you looked towards the person, they were just staring at you in shock, with a heavy pink blush on their face. 

"(f/n)?" Tamaki was stood with his two closest friends. The usual spiked hair, with his pointed ears sticking out of it, but he looked so dumbfounded to see you. 

"Oh hey Tamaki. How are you?" smiling softly, the boy blushed but put his face down to not look at you. As his eyes went down, he caught a glimpse of your stomach that looked swollen, from where your bag was before the collision. 

"Good. Are you ok?" his tone was a little strange, upon looking at his lowered face you could see why. The panicked eyes were looking directly at your stomach. 

"Ermm yeh. I'm fine. My dad is back in the hospital, but I'm good thank you," moving your bag back across your stomach. It was obvious what you were doing, Mirio and Nejire had moved to the side allowing the two of you to talk and not eavesdrop. 

"Is it mine?" Tamaki's voice held something almost a cross between desperation and possessiveness. Like if you were to tell him it was, you would be back in his arms like for some reason you were back in Bakugou's. 

"No," you glanced away, a little embarrassed about the situation and also about how you'd broken such a sweet guys heart. 

"Are you sure?" Tamaki wasn't letting this slide it was his last sliver of hope to be by your side. 

"Well, 90% sure it's not. The dates and how it happened," crossing your arms across your chest defensively. It wasn't surprising that he would question if it was his, there was a possibility after all, but the date fell on Bakugou as far as you could tell. The fact you craved spicy food and just your gut instinct. 

"Hmm..." Tamaki looked annoyed, you're not sure if at you or at the fact that they're not his. 

"I'm sorry," you whisper, tears threatening to fall. "I never wanted to hurt you," it was almost inaudible, but Tamaki heard you. Yet, he wasn't able to accept your apology right now, his mind was too focused on your babies. 

"I think you should find out," Tamaki was completely out of character as if he was convinced that they were his and you were just lying to him. 

"Miss Yagi?" a tired voice, caught both yours and Tamaki's attention from down the corridor. Both of you looked over to see your homeroom teacher walking up. Clearly, he had noticed that you were slightly distressed from the conversation with such a sweet guy, meaning it must be about the blessing in your belly. 

"Oh! Mr Aizawa," quickly you went to walk off without saying bye, wanting to avoid the conversation any longer. A hand reached out grabbing your wrist to stop you, and when you looked around Tamaki was glaring intently at the floor but it was clear. 

"Why? Why isn't it mine? If you won't even check," it was painful to hear him. 

"I'm sorry. I just know Tamaki. I never meant to hurt you. I really have to go now....I need to sort this and then get to my dad at the hospital," it was clear that you were truly sorry but you weren't lying, from the bottom of your heart you'd never wanted it to end the way that it had. Right now though, you needed to focus on your family, and the little beings growing inside of you. 

The purple-haired boy didn't say another word, all he did was release his grip and turn to walk away without another word. Aizawa walked closer after watching the boy depart, it was clear that you were distress but he knew you had important things to deal with, beyond the fact of a break-up. 

"Shall we?" the older man motioned to his classroom door just slightly down the corridor. At that moment, you could only nod, not wanting to speak as you needed to process what had happened. 

Meanwhile, Tamaki stormed down the corridor with Mirio and Nejire in tow. Neither of them wanted to say anything at the moment. Allowing the shy guy to get his thoughts together, however, as they walked down the hallway, Nejire saw Mina with Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero. 

"Hey Mina," waving as they were about to cross path, but Tamaki's hand outreached grabbing Kirishima's arm. The two groups stopped dead in the hall, the redhead slightly confused at the motion as were the others. Bakugou just glanced across, accessing the situation on what the purple-haired guy wanted. 

"Is it yours? Did she tell you it's yours?" Kirishima was Tamaki's biggest competition in his eyes, the two of you had always been so loving anytime he'd seen the two of you talking together or on a date. The redhead was completely confused at first, Bakugou instantly knew what he was talking about, but instead of claiming his property. He did the unexpected. 

"It's her business," Bakugou grunted, making everyone turn to look at the ash blonde. Tamaki could see the look in the ash blonde's eyes that wouldn't meet his. In that one act, it was clear to Tamaki exactly who you'd thought the baby belonged to. Biting his lip, he let go of Kirishima and stormed down the hall without another word to anyone. 

"Sorry, he just saw (f/n)," Mirio scratched the back of his head with a huge smile on his face but it held a nervousness with it, the two upperclassmen parting way quickly to chase the third to their trio. 

Bakugou glanced back, sympathy for the boy knowing that he'd feel the same if he hadn't been told that they were his. Yet inside, a part of him doubted that he was indeed the father but he quickly shook that thought away, making his way to the classroom. 

Walking through the door, the first thing he saw was you sat at your old desk deep in conversation with Aizawa. When you noticed the groups presence though, you stopped, as the discussion had come to its conclusion. 

"Rich bitch," Bakugou walked over, only for you to hold his key up for him but staying in your seat. 

"Here. Thank you Katsuki," you whisper, avoiding any form of eye contact but before he can say anymore the rest of the class arrived just before the bell rang for homeroom. 

"Take your seat, Bakugou," Aizawa said monotone before glancing at everyone and then at you. "Miss Yagi has an announcement. So please listen to what she has to say," his voice held a hint of sadness to its usual tone of disinterest, as you made your way up to the front of the classroom, not meeting eye contact with the 20 sets of eyes looking back at you. 

****Thank you for reading!****

***I hate writing stuff that breaks Tamaki's heart. Cannot deal with it!***