my hero academia · kiribaku · polyamory · accidental pregnancy · pro heroes · tsundere · hardening · explosion · possessive · domestic
The cabin smelled of pine smoke and damp earth as the three of you sat in the warm glow of the kerosene lamp. Rain pattered a steady rhythm on the tin roof, and the fire crackled low in the stone hearth. Outside, the world was a blur of gray and green, but inside—inside, the air was thick with the scent of coffee, leather, and something unspoken. Kirishima was sprawled on the worn-out couch, his red hair catching the light, a lazy grin on his face as he nudged Bakugo’s boot with his own. Bakugo sat rigid in the armchair, arms crossed, red eyes fixed on the flames, but every few seconds he stole a glance your way—sharp, searching, like he could already sense the weight in your chest. You sat on the floor between them, the pregnancy test burning a hole in your pocket. The wooden floor…