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Results Day had arrived, and the tension in the air was palpable as Kirishima and Bakugou sat anxiously in room B143, awaiting the doctor's verdict. Keijo, their baby, was nestled in Bakugou's arms, wrapped snugly in a blanket. The little one sported a Winnie the Pooh outfit selected by Kirishima, while Bakugou had picked out a Grenade-themed pacifier, reminiscent of his hero costume. Bakugou couldn't care less about what Kirishima had chosen, as long as it wasn't "ugly as shit." Surprisingly, Keijo seemed to be in a better mood today, not crying as much. That was definitely a positive sign, though nights were still a challenge.

Kirishima sat beside Bakugou, engrossed in his phone, catching up on the latest news and events. A villain with a Magnetic Force Quirk was causing havoc, necessitating both defensive and offensive strategies. The duo had work scheduled for tomorrow, presenting a predicament. Who would take care of Keijo in their absence? They couldn't leave the responsibility to chance. Kirishima would have to find a reliable babysitter.

A firm knock on the door interrupted their thoughts, and the door creaked open to reveal a tall male doctor, holding a file. He entered the room quietly and closed the door behind him.

"Good afternoon," the doctor greeted them. "I'm sure you guys are dying to know the results, huh?" A brief chuckle escaped his lips.

Kirishima nodded, confirming their eagerness. The doctor's gaze shifted to the baby cradled in Bakugou's arms. "Okay, first things first, regardless of the results, are you both planning on keeping the child?" the doctor asked, his eyes focused on the two expectant fathers.

Bakugou and Kirishima exchanged glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. While Kirishima was leaning towards keeping the child, Bakugou was still undecided due to the inherent dangers involved in parenthood. "We don't know yet," Kirishima replied, his voice betraying a hint of wavering. The doctor acknowledged their response and opened the file, scanning the contents with his piercing blue eyes. Moments later, his eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting up in astonishment, and his lips pursed in surprise.

"Wow, this... this is extraordinary," the doctor murmured, taken aback by the revelation.

"What is it?" Bakugou asked cautiously.

"Eijiro Kirishima, you are the father of the child," the doctor announced, looking up from the file. Kirishima couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was Keijo's father? But he hadn't even lost his virginity yet. How was this possible? The doctor continued, his tone carrying a tinge of amusement, "Katsuki Bakugou, you are the father of the child as well."

"What?!" Bakugou exclaimed loudly. "What the hell do you mean?! I didn't have sex with anyone!"

"I'm just as puzzled as you are, but according to the x-rays we have of both you and Kirishima, your bodies have undergone a change. You seem to have developed the ability to produce breast milk, despite not being female. Could this change be related to the sudden appearance of the child?"

Kirishima nodded, affirming the doctor's observation. "We were attacked by a villain four days ago. Deku told Bakugou that the villain's Quirk involved creating babies. After we were hit, we found this little guy in a dark alley."

The doctor nodded, closing the file. "So, the same thing happened to both of you. It seems the villain specifically targeted strong pro heroes." He tilted his head thoughtfully. 

Bakugou gently bounced the baby in his lap, pondering the information. First Midoriya and Todoroki, then Yaoyorzu and Jirou, followed by Kaminari and Sero, and finally, Uraraka and Mina. Now it was his and Kirishima's turn. If the villain targeted strong pro heroes, could Tamaki and Mirio be the next targets? What was the end goal of this villain? Although the villain was currently in custody, what if there was a clone out there, operating under their radar? Bakugou's mind began to overanalyze the situation once again.

"Who knows?" the doctor sighed. "Well, congratulations on the baby. Have you decided on a name?"

"Keijo," Bakugou replied with pride.

The doctor noted the name down for official records. "Keijo what?" he inquired.

Kirishima blinked, momentarily caught off guard, then shrugged. He turned to Bakugou, who answered with unwavering certainty, "Keijo Katsu-Kirishima."

The doctor hummed in acknowledgment and jotted down the name. "Are you two married, or...?"

Both Kirishima and Bakugou blushed intensely. "N-No, not yet," Kirishima stammered. "Actually, we haven't discussed our relationship in detail. Right now, we're just friends."

"Just friends... for now," Bakugou added, an unfamiliar feeling of hope stirring within him. His heart fluttered, filled with a newfound sense of joy. If they decided to keep Keijo, what sacrifices would they have to make?

Suddenly, a question sprang to Bakugou's mind as he observed Keijo's beautiful brown skin, contrasting with their lighter complexions. "If Keijo is truly ours, why does he have a different skin color?" Bakugou asked, seeking an explanation. The doctor, well aware of the answer, replied, "Does anyone in your family have brown skin?" Bakugou shook his head, while Kirishima nodded. "My great-grandma had brown skin."

"Well, there you have it. Keijo must have inherited that beautiful skin tone from your great-grandma. It's perfectly fine. His uniqueness is a testament to his lineage."

Both Kirishima and Bakugou nodded, accepting the explanation. The doctor then excused himself, leaving the room. Silence filled the air, intensifying the confusion swirling in their minds. Bakugou secured Keijo in his car seat, but the baby began to cry, refusing to be put down. Kirishima leaned over the passenger seat, offering Keijo a teddy bear, but the baby didn't take it. "He wants to be held," Bakugou informed Kirishima as he started the engine. Kirishima made an 'o' shape with his mouth and settled back into his seat. "Maybe I should hold him?" he suggested to Bakugou.

Bakugou pulled out of the parking lot. "Nope, it's almost his nap time anyway. Let the fucker cry himself to sleep."

Upon reaching Bakugou's apartment, Keijo cried himself to sleep, allowing Bakugou to gently place him in the crib they had purchased the day before. Finally, the two of them could breathe and savor a moment of tranquility.

"We need to discuss what we're going to do. We're both Keijo's parents, and I don't want to give him up," Kirishima voiced his thoughts.

Bakugou looked at Kirishima, exhaustion evident in his sigh. "I don't know," he responded wearily. "As pro heroes, we have demanding schedules. We have patrols tomorrow and the day after. I don't want to give up Keijo either, but it's challenging. Moreover, our friendship is in disarray. It's incredibly stressful."

"I understand, Bakugou. We need to find a place to live together because commuting back and forth won't be ideal, and I don't want Keijo to grow up in separate households."

Another challenge added to their already complex situation. Firstly, as pro heroes, their schedules were packed. Secondly, they were uncertain about whether they should keep Keijo. Thirdly, the distance between their residences would complicate matters. Fourthly, their friendship was currently strained. And lastly, they had no one reliable to watch over Keijo. Bakugou couldn't handle this level of stress. What were they going to do? Who would take care of Keijo? It was at that moment that Bakugou thought of his parents. They could look after Keijo. "I know someone who can take care of Keijo," Bakugou stated abruptly.

"Who?" Kirishima inquired.

"My parents," Bakugou replied. "They're both available tomorrow, so they can watch over Keijo until our shifts are done."

"Great idea, Explosion Boy!"

"Shut the fuck up."

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Ah, the tranquility of the moment enveloped him as he lay there, awaiting the ebb and flow of his dreams. A cozy blanket cocooned his body, and he felt the weight of warm arms encircling his waist. Wait a minute. Arms? Who the hell...? Bakugou's eyes shot open, greeted by the darkness. He lifted the blanket slightly, revealing strong tan arms adorned with scars wrapped around his slender waist. Casting a glance over his shoulder, Bakugou beheld Kirishima peacefully slumbering beside him. Oh, right. Bakugou had allowed Kirishima to share his bed, though it was purely platonic. Warmth tinged his cheeks, and he gently nibbled on his lower lip. The presence of another body in his bed provided solace on chilly nights such as these.

Glancing at the alarm clock, the time read four in the morning. Bakugou sighed, realizing sleep was unlikely to visit him anytime soon. He sat up, deciding to choose Keijo's attire for the day. Silently slipping out of Kirishima's embrace, he grabbed a black duffel bag and left the room, making his way to the spare bedroom where Keijo slept. Approaching the tall black dresser housing the baby's clothes, Bakugou moved with utmost stealth and efficiency as he gathered the necessary garments. Spare diapers, clothing, wet wipes, bottles, pacifiers, a backup blanket in case the first one went missing, stuffed animals, and shoes—all were swiftly acquired. The process didn't take long, and to Bakugou's surprise, his mother agreed happily to look after Keijo while they were at work. 

He should appreciate her efforts more and show her greater respect. A soft coo emanated from the crib, capturing the attention of the spiky-haired blond. Walking over to the crib, he discovered Keijo was awake. It seemed his attempt at silence hadn't been entirely successful. Bakugou picked up the baby, cradling him gently and swaying from side to side. "Hey there, little dynamite," he greeted in hushed tones. Keijo cooed in response, locking his gaze onto Bakugou's eyes. Bakugou noted that the diaper didn't appear to be soiled, so no immediate need for a change. "How was your sleep?" he inquired, playfully booping Keijo's nose, eliciting a giggle from the brown-skinned baby. 

Keijo tugged at Bakugou's t-shirt, seeking access to his nipple for feeding. Of course, he was hungry—this boy seemed to do nothing but eat. Mentally making a note to purchase baby formula, as breastfeeding in public was denting his pride, Bakugou made his way to the living area, switching on a lamp. Settling down on the couch, he allowed Keijo to latch on and nourish himself. To be completely honest, the experience was quite uncomfortable. There was a considerable amount of discomfort in his nipple. Bakugou always held Keijo in his left arm, so the baby naturally gravitated toward his left nipple. 

However, Bakugou decided to switch Keijo to his right side, giving his left nipple a chance to heal. Keijo didn't appear too thrilled with the sudden change, but he adjusted to it and resumed his feeding. Bakugou let out a tired sigh, realizing he would be in this position for a while. Hopefully, Kirishima wouldn't awaken, as this breastfeeding ordeal was always rather embarrassing. Why was he the one playing the role of the mother in their dynamic? 

Shouldn't it be Kirishima instead? A familiar nickname echoed in his mind—"Bakutitties." His friends had bestowed that moniker upon him due to his well-developed pectoral muscles, but he hadn't considered them large enough to be likened to a motherly figure. Yawning, a sense of weariness overtook him as he gazed down at Keijo, who blissfully enjoyed his meal. "You're going to be the death of me, you brat," Bakugou playfully remarked, his laughter trailing off. Perhaps, he mused, keeping Keijo wouldn't be such a terrible prospect after all.
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A/N: Okay, kiribaku shall move forward soon! Give me a chance!

See you next chapter!

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