Mitsuki sat with a fire in her eyes but something more was in that mother's face, and it was an apology. Knowing that the woman would not leave without hearing what she had to say, you decided to follow her to a private waiting room just down the corridor. Taking a seat, you wait as the woman shuts the door, her red eyes going from the growing bump to your face.

"I'm sorry for my son," was the first sentence to leave her lips as you sit patiently, allowing the woman to finish her speech before saying anything in response. A knot forming in your stomach, an inkling that something was wrong for her to be here and not Katsuki himself. Instantly, the worst crossed your mind.

"He should have allowed you to speak before reacting the way he did...we should have calmed him as well," Mitsuki took the seat in front of you, placing her hands on her lap as her red eyes stared into your (e/c) ones. "It was wrong. I also am aware that you're going through a lot. That your own state of mind isn't as strong as it may be...as a mother...those emotions be a bitch right now with the two satanic spawns in your stomach," a wicked smirk crossed the blonde's face, and you couldn't help but laugh. The worry was still there but she wasn't wrong.

"Yep...how did you cope with your demon of a son growing in you?" your posture relaxed, but the feeling of regret and fear still formed a knot in your stomach.

"Only the devil knows that" Mitsuki laughed, it met her eyes for a second, but the look of worry was back in her stunning features. "My idiot son..." the strongest woman you had ever met voice cracked, her eyes glistening at the corner.

"Mitsuki, tell me." reaching forward, you grabbed her soft, trembling hands. "What has that idiot done now," what slipped out of her lips stunned, scared, and angered you. That the strong man that you knew Katsuki to be had fallen to a shell of the man he was, giving up on everything including the one thing he'd wanted. To be a superstar football player, so that you'd see his name on billboards and be proud. That wasn't him anymore and you sat with his mother in your arms as she sobbed.

The sobs were hella angry as curse words came flying out in a rage at her son but also part of them at you. Not once did you feel offended because you knew that you'd been just as childish, even if the way he'd reacted was hurtful, you'd never allowed him to speak to apologise. You walked away, with his children growing in your stomach and not giving him the chance to be there.

"Will you come with me?" your voice breaking, hot tears falling down your own cheeks.

"Where?" Mitsuki's hoarse voice was unsure of what you wanted her for. She had never seen anyone apart from her husband see her in this state. Not even Katsuki had seen his mother cry, but she'd trusted you to see her pain, and just how damn much she loved her son.

"To knock some fuckin' sense into a little asshole's thick skull," putting on the strongest voice you could for the woman, it made her bellow out a laugh.

"Damn it! Damn it all to hell. You're gonna make a mighty fine Mrs Bakugou!" Mitsuki embraced you in a strong but gentle hug. This woman was going to be your mother-in-law, well you hoped she was, as you had no idea how Bakugou was going to react to seeing you turn up with his mother in tow. The two of you leaving the hospital in your car.

Meanwhile, Katsuki wasn't taking notice of anyone's advice currently halfway down a bottle of Jack. Kirishima had gone in several times to the room that was a complete pigsty to the normally pristine space.

"Dude, you told coach you'd quit?" the redhead was at his limit, to the point he'd called Mitsuki himself. The woman had said she wouldn't get involved, that if her idiot son couldn't get his ass off his high horse to sort his shit then how could she convince him. He wouldn't listen to her in a million years.

"Fuck you," there was no fire in the man's tone, no rage, just emptiness.

"Seriously?" Kaminari walked into the room, holding his nose. "It smells like a fuckin' brewery in here. Open a fuckin' window," the blonde was trying to rouse the ash blonde to react.

"Don't like it get the fuck out," again no aggression really in the tone. The duo did return to the lounge where the rest of the dorm sat. Trying to think of anything, hell Deku said if he needed to spar with the ash blonde and not defend himself, he would. Concern for his old friend/bully but of course, no one agreed with this. Shinso offered to try hypnotism, part joking part serious.

For three hours, they all sat trying to think of anything. The only thing they all knew was that there was only one person that may get through to him, but as far as they were aware that option was gone. Like dust in the wind and never to come back.

So, hearing a car screeching in outside the dorm and two doors opening and slamming shut.

Running to the windows, in low sun two women could be seen striding with purpose hand in hand with shades covering their eyes. One with messy ash blonde hair and the other with long (h/c).

"Oh, shit..." left Ochacho's lips as everyone turned to look at the cute brunette who barely cursed then back to the appending doom for a certain drunkard. 

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