"It's a boy."

"Huh?"

"I mean, the gender of your baby is a boy."

Bakugou Mitsuki couldn't believe what she heard. Her? Her what? Her child is a boy? Is she in heaven? If yes, please come and make her snap out of her dreams. She couldn't describe the feeling wrapping onto her chest. First, she married the guy she landed her eyes upon, Bakugou Masaru, and somehow hit on him aggressively until she made him her's. Second, their business in the fashion industry is booming. Now, they're gifted to have a child that will make their lives heavenly; not knowing that their child will make their lives a living hell in the later future. Well, anyway, God must be on their side, as they thought.

Masaru tapped his wife's shoulder, waking her up from her fantasy world, giving her a soft smile, "Isn't it great, Mitsuki?"

"Y-Yeah, I couldn't believe it." She nodded happily, agreeing to what her husband stated.

The doctor smiled in return, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou."

With that being said, the couple brought out a smile and cheerful spirits as they leave the room. Since it is a well-spent and endearing day for the two of them, they decided to have a celebration by eating out to any kind of food Mitsuki craves for, so they end up in a family restaurant. They eventually found a seat for them to occupy and headed there.

Plopping upon the soft red couch, Mitsuki outstretched her arms while Masaru took a seat in front of her. He called out the waiter to take their orders, as soon as the staff heard him; the waitress in-line emerged from their line of sight and gave out some menus.

While the two Bakugous were busy picking out their orders, the chime rang from the door and there stood a couple. They were greeted by a waiter and were escorted to the seat just a few meters beside them. From the corner of his eye, as the couple happened to pass by his peripheral vision, he noticed that the woman is pregnant, and somehow her stomach is the same size as his wife's. But then dismissed the idea since he isn't an obstetrician. So, he resumed to pick his desired order that is suitable for their budget since he knows Mitsuki is a heavy eater.

"Are you done?" he asked, peering over to his wife.

"Hmmmm," she hummed, musing onto the menu, then lightening up for a bit, "Wait, I do have one in mind." Setting the menu on the table, she shifted her attention to the waitress and ordered:

"Grilled Chicken Tortilla Salad, please!"

"Grilled Chicken Tortilla Salad, please."

Both Masaru and Mitsuki's eyes blink onto the source of the unfamiliar voice beside them, it is the couple that Masaru inevitably saw a while ago, and who happened to order the same dish as her's. Then, it tick Mitsuki's senses, the woman has a wavy petrol blue hair cascading through her chest with shower fringes on her forehead, with turquoise eyes and red glasses to match her appearance. As for the guy seating in front of the woman, who they assumed to be her husband, has black spiky hair with striking purple eyes. Squinting onto the woman furthermore, she analyzed that the woman is pregnant. Wow, pure coincidence.

She smiled slyly, "Well, then the lady beside us can have that…"

But, the woman shook her head, "She can have that order…"

Both ladies dig into their menus for a minute while the two guys from each table glanced at each other; seemingly trying to apologize for their wives' actions.

"I have decided…" Mitsuki mumbled, and surely, the woman beside them won't ever pick this type of food...

"Shrimp salad, please!"

"Shrimp salad, please."

But failed…. Immediately.

The two woman glance to each other's eyes for a split second and eventually changed their order in unison:

"Never mind that, Lobster and Shrimp dip please!"

"Never mind that, Lobster and Shrimp dip please."

"Th-Then, chipotle chicken, please!" They stated in perfect unison, making their husbands' jaw dropped. Still, it never fazes them how their wives have interconnected minds despite never meeting before.

The two complete strangers still dragged their own orders in unison, while the men seemingly watched them in distraught. Not even a stutter or even a late pace of words, these two were completely amazing on their own. As if it's a challenge whoever gets a different order from each side, the women never stopped competing until they ran out of oxygen. But each time they pronounce it in unison, the atmosphere gets more awkward and more awkward for the other customers.

"Crispy chicken salad!" Mitsuki ordered.

"Crispy chicken salad," The woman ordered.

Mitsuki couldn't take it anymore, as if her nerves cracked in annoyance, she slammed both of her fists and stood up from her seat, "Don't fucking copy me, damn it!" The final confrontation made her snap out of her bubble and seemingly acted like her original self. Masaru stood up as well, trying to calm his wife down from picking a fight from the strangers.

The woman with petrol-hair kept her phase. Coughing to make her existence known, her eyes jolted onto the two couple right beside them and argued back, "Excuse me, but I think you're the one who is up for this stupid competition. I'm not even competing; I'm just giving you way so I changed my order."

"T-Taira!" Her husband stuttered, trying to dissolve the fight between the two. Currently, both husbands didn't even know how their lunches turned out to be some kind of competition to break the ice.

The woman, whom they assumed to be Taira, scoffed and puffed her cheeks to her husband, "Well, isn't it rude, Ryuuji? I just want to have a peaceful lunch."

"What the fucking hell did you say? You fucking four eyes." Mitsuki stated, her closed fist slamming the table again. If looks could ever kill, the glare she gave the Taira woman beside their table is definitely dead with her piercing gaze.

Insulted by that nickname, the pregnant woman also stood up and slammed her fist on the table, "Huh? Want a fight, bastard?"

The husband, whom they presumed is Ryuuji, halted her from accumulating more stress by forcing her to sit down.

"S-Sorry, T-Taira is having some kind of trouble and has been in a bad mood—" Ryuuji stuttered, apologizing to them for the umpteenth time.

"Well, I'm also s-sorry, Mitsuki is just hungry and somehow aggre—"Masaru apologized, trying to calm his wife down.

Somehow, the two husbands completely have the same thought that this fight is utterly meaningless and wondered onto the core reason this fight even ignited. But their wives won't take this as an opportunity to calm down, but instead glared at each other furiously. The people around stopped with their businesses and turned to look onto the diminishing woman who is upright with their prides and is never backing down whatever their husband says.

"U-Um…" Finally, the waitress emerged, sweat-dropping to the utterly meaningless dispute, she decided to stop the argument between the two, "Even if you order both dishes, it won't even come out of stock…"

And that's how the battle between Mitsuki and Taira ended…

"Geez, Mitsuki. I don't know the reason why you got so pump up but stop stressing yourself." Masaru commented, reading his newspaper within the dining area. His eyebrows furrowed, concentrating onto the latest news about the fashion industry. It's been a day since they've encountered the strange couple within the restaurant, but somehow, Mitsuki couldn't even get over to what happened. Ranting to him about the woman named Taira pisses her off for some unknown reasons. She even told him that it seems like Taira is copying her and that really made her mad; from the pregnancy thing onto the food that she wants to eat.

Can pregnancy ever be copied?That's the thought he wanted to retort but decided not to.

On the other hand, Masaru is calm. In fact, he wanted to be friends with the calm husband named Ryuuji for putting up a brave act to make his wife stop rampaging. Although, honestly speaking, he couldn't help but wonder to the reason why Ryuuji married a hot-headed woman in the first place. Oh well, like he could even complain. He even married Mitsuki, the aggressive type, and as much as he wanted to ask himself the reason why he fell in love to his wife, he couldn't think of any reasons. He just loves her and love doesn't need any reasons.

He stood up from his seat, placing the newspaper in the table. His eyes traveled to the pregnant woman lying onto the couch lazily, and smiled. "I'm going to the supermarket, what do you want?"

Mitsuki peered from the couch, answering, "Pudding? Oh, can you handle the groceries? We ran out off some toiletries."

"Sure. Sure." He replied, closing the door, leaving Mitsuki alone.

She sighed. Being pregnant is so boring for her. All she can do is lie lazily, make herself a sloth or a panda and that's it. Sitting straight from the sofa, she caresses her stomach and whispered to herself, "Can't wait to see you." Speaking of the baby, since the gender is finally revealed and they haven't thought of a name. Now the name is stressing her out and it's really irritating for her. Normally, she won't be angry and lash out of stuff. But being pregnant sure has its own weaknesses. Enough with the constant stress, she decided to give some water to her garden in the backyard and have a peaceful day ahead of her.

Heading out of her door, the sun greeted her with its radiant and hot temperature which annoyed her a lot. Grabbing the sprinkler within the stock cabinet, she began to pour some water and somehow hummed a song to clear her mind. It's so peaceful and quiet to her state when she heard the door of her neighbor opening. Oh, that's right. They had a new neighbor. Readying her radiant smile to her lips, she shifted her attention to the person who emerged from the door, only to change her smile into a frown.

Masaru pushed the grocery cart to his designated destination. His eyes wiggled onto the different signs to satisfy Mitsuki's craving. Eventually, he went to the fridge where sweets are contained and displayed. Shuffling and pushing his cart to find the pudding, his smile widened when he found the pudding and lucky for him that there's a single cup for him to grab on. Without any further ado, as someone might grab it from him, his arms darted to the cup but got interrupted when another hand reached for it and bumped him in the way. His eyes traveled to the owner of the hand only to find out the seemingly oh-so-familiar guy with black spiky hair and purple eyes.

"Oh!" Ryuuji started, removing his hand onto the pudding, "It's the guy from the restaurant."

"Yeah, nice to meet you. I'm Bakugou Masaru but you can call me Masaru." He introduced, extending his hand for a handshake.

"I'm Aragaki Ryuuji, you can call me Ryuuji." He accepted the handshake, smiling sheepishly to him. Masaru's eyes traveled onto the untouched pudding, sighing to him, "It seems that our wives really have the same minds."

Ryuuji could only agree to him, "In that case, you could take the pudding for your wife."

"O-Oh, but won't she rampage?" Masaru asked.

"No problem. Taira said that she wanted sweets and uh, she didn't state the specific sweets she wanted."

"Thank you very much, Ryuuji-san. Though, I wanted to apologize to what happened last time." He bowed for a bit, sincerely apologizing to him. But Ryuuji did the same, stuttering in response, "N-No, I should be the one apologizing…"

He is too nice…

Thus, an undying friendship is born between the two timid guys…

Masaru gets it. He really gets it. But, after exiting the supermarket with his groceries in his grasps, and is on his way home. Somehow, Ryuuji started to head towards the same direction as him. He gets it that he wanted to make up with them but he couldn't think of any possible reasons to why the guy is following him.

"Ryuuji-san, I get it how you wanted to make up with us but you don't have to follow me all the way home." He started, finally breaking the ice between them. Ryuuji stopped from his tracks as well, blowing out a curious look to him, "What are you saying, Masaru-san? I get it also that you wanted to make up with us but you also don't have to follow me all the way home."

Wait… what?

Okay, he gets it. Ryuuji may be going to the same direction as well and not going to the same block, same street and same neighborhood as well. Silly, him. Of course, he isn't the owner of the whole road so there might be some coincidence like that. But this is hell of a coincidence, but he decided to shrug the idea off, as he coils out that he is being paranoid.

On their way home, Ryuuji began to talk about the real reason behind Taira's bratty attitude towards the Bakugous. Recently, before the dispute happened between them, Taira is stressed about their current financial state. They weren't able to produce that much as they've imagined. He works as a civil servant while she works as an interior designer. Although, he hates to admit it, his wife is making a large sum than him. Because of the sudden pregnancy, Taira began to stress and push herself beyond her limits to earn money for their baby and somehow, he hates that idea since he is the head of the household he should be the one grinding for them and not her wife. But, she insists to help and thus, receiving news that if she further overworks herself they might lose their baby. So that time in the restaurant really blew up her fuse and patience, though Taira is a composed woman she began to rampage, thus having that useless fight.

Hearing Ryuuji's story somehow made him really apologize for what they did. There's no comical excuse within Mitsuki's state. But, enough with the chitchat, he cannot help but wonder as they get closer and closer to his house the more he wonders Ryuuji's reason for following him up onto his house.

"S-Sorry for breaking the ice but… please stop following me…" Masaru spoke up.

Ryuuji looked around his surroundings, but let out a questioning look, "Sorry but isn't you Masaru-san that is following me?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, I live in this street. Look, my house is over there." Ryuuji pointed onto the vintage house right next to their big ass house, and somehow Masaru only wants to dig his own graveyard for making himself a big disgrace. He knew about the new neighbor right beside them but they didn't bother to greet them at all and as much as his dismay…

This is totally pure coincidence…

This is one hell of a coincidence…

"Sorry, actually, we're the one living right next to yours and we didn't bother to greet you." Masaru apologized deeply, bowing for a bit.

Nonetheless, Ryuuji nonchalantly answered, "You don't have to apologize to me every single time. But, I am relieved that I knew someone within this neighborhood, I thought we're going to be fore—"He stopped from his own words, when he recalled the words he spewed. Knowing someone…? He recalled back then on how Taira is annoyed with Mitsuki's foul mouth and will do anything to keep her mouth shut. Realizing what Ryuuji meant, Masaru casually agreed that if ever Taira and Mitsuki meet all hell will break loose. Nodding in satisfaction, Masaru headed to his place and Ryuuji followed as well.

Gulping deeply, he turned the knob of his door, opening it quietly, "M-Mitsuki?" Their wary feeling began to wash when they saw something unbelievable within their two eyes.

Mitsuki and Taira is laughing their asses off onto some sort of stories while having some snacks within the living room; take note the laughing their asses off. The two men stood their quietly, their eyes widened and mouths completely ajar. Squeezing their eyes off to snap them out of their dreams, but somehow when they opened it wide they saw the same scenario that they really didn't even imagine.

"Oh, Masaru!" Mitsuki greeted.

"Ryuuji, you're late!"

This isn't what they expected to turn out. They expected a war, a rampage and a battlefield. But their eyes are definitely fooling them when they observed the oh-so-peaceful bond within these two.

"What happened?" Masaru cracked a smile, letting Ryuuji in as well for more clarification.

"What do you mean what happened?" Mitsuki laughed, hugging the pregnant woman by her side, "Taira is an amazing person, you know."

"Same goes to you, Mitsuki." Taira complimented, smiling in return.

They don't get it. They absolutely don't really get the idiot's brain. Girls are truly amazing, they are unpredictable. Masaru walked towards the dining area, putting down the groceries in it. He offered Ryuuji a sit to join the two unfathomable women in the sofa.

"Listen to this Masaru. Taira has the same due date as mine!" Mitsuki gladly announced, continuing, "She's April, too."

Taira joined, cheering as well, "Plus, Mitsuki's baby is a boy then mine is a girl which means…" The two ladies shared an 'if-you-know-what-I-mean' look, and started to giggle within themselves which absolutely throws the men completely out of bonds. They imagined their child playing as if they're inseparable. They even imagined some 'what-if's' stories when their children fell madly in love with each other; the complete obvious childhood love. Then, they continued to fantasize their children going to the same kindergarten, middle school and high school; having the same dream.

Though, the guys were completely out of place from the two women. They're both glad that in an unknown reason, they are very close and has an undeniable chemistry.

Nine months to Mitsuki's pregnancy, she needs to get hospitalized as soon as possible. But her demanding nature makes him panic and distorted. She continued to spew out some madly curses how it freaking hurts on how she'll make the baby pay for what she is undergoing but somehow changed her mind and shouted an apology to their soon-to-be son. He is going to be a father. She is going to be a mother. But, before that he needs to calm the hell down.

His prattling continued, going in and out of their house as he loaded up their car with all the necessary items they're going to need.

"Fucking bullshit, hurry the fuck up will you? It hurts like hell!" She cursed under her breath.

"Y-Yeah, I got all the stuff needed. Be calm, Mitsuki."

"I'm always calm and rational, stupid!"

Masaru took his wife's hand, locking the door behind him and led her to their car. When he was about to hurriedly heading to the driver's seat, he heard a yelp coming from their neighbor. His eyes traveled to Ryuuji escorting Taira from the house with some big bags on his shoulders.

"What keeps you waiting, Masaru?" Mitsuki asked, breathing heavily.

"I-It's that Taira-san is having her labor as well." Masaru explained, panicking whether to head out and help them or drive Mitsuki to the hospital.

"Well then, you got to fucking help them!" Mitsuki declared, giving out a thumbs up to him; sending a signal that she can hang on.

Masaru nodded in response, calling the couple to hitch a ride with them. Jogging to Ryuuji's place, he offered to help him carry their bags as Ryuuji escorted her to the car. When everything goes well Ryuuji sitting in the front seat and both the pregnant women in the back seat; Masaru hopped onto the driver's seat, starting the car, trying to catch his breath. The two pregnant women grimaced, screaming in pain, and with that he hurriedly threw the car in to the drive, taking off the road.

The screams echoed up and down the hallway. Every time it reverberated back, it panged his heart again and again. This is utter torture for them. Though, Masaru could only hear is the brutal curses of his wife like 'fuck' 'shit' 'motherfucker' 'it fucking hurts'. His eyes jolted onto the very calm Ryuuji, sipping his orange juice in his own care-free way. He couldn't help but ponder to the reason that this guy beside him is untroubled. Apparently, Ryuuji noticed it, tapping his shoulders, "As much as I wanted to panic, bolt into their room and scream her name, I can't. Taira told me she can deliver the baby at ease and that she wanted me to trust her. So, Mitsuki-san can handle it since she's a strong-willed woman, afterall." He smiled, popping out a chocolate candy to his mouth, chewing it in satisfaction.

He's too happy-go-lucky…

"By the way, Ryuuji-san… What's your quirk?" Masaru asked, lifting up the awkward atmosphere between them. "I have oxidizing sweat. My palms can secrete acidic sweat with combustive and explosive properties. If I rubbed it together…" His rubbed his palms together, creating a small explosion. Ryuuji could only react in awe, complimenting him in his own way.

"I wonder how our children will have their quirks…" Masaru mumbled, turning to him, "Oh, what's your quirk…?"

Ryuuji stopped, his smile dropped. Rubbing the back of his head, he tried to urge out a sheepish smile and answered, "W-Well… I am quirkless…"

If Masaru could jump off the roof, build his own graveyard and burry himself alive he will do it. RIGHT NOW. He opened up a sensible topic to him, instead of lifting up the awkward atmosphere between them, he made it more awkward.

"S-Sorry!" Masaru apologized, bowing his head a bit.

Ryuuji tried to calm him down by protesting that he didn't need to apologize every single time. But still, it made him really guilty about opening a sour topic. Ryuuji smiled at him, "W-Well, is it okay to open up something?" Masaru nodded in satisfaction.

As Ryuuji chuckled at his expression, he began his story. At a very young age, he aspired to become a hero. A hero that has courage to help the people around them in their own selfless ways. But, his dreams began crashing down when he happened to be quirkless that's why his family deemed him to be a good-for-nothing guy. Being quirkless means that you're weightless, meaningless and a trash of society, and has been treated differently for being not extraordinary. He was bullied and somehow, he found himself getting depress. Things got rough with him since he is quirkless, and the people around him turned a blind eye to what he is capable off. It is hard to find a work that will make an everyday living considering that they needed someone who is capable enough.

But then, he chose not to give up on his dreams but then ends up being a civil servant. People might ask what does being a civil servant having to do in helping people. But, helping people isn't limited with having flashy quirks, saving the people in front of many spectators and many more. People can be a hero in their own ways. Civil servants can help people by organizing, maintaining policies and stuff. Even if he didn't become a hero, even if he is quirkless, he helped people and that's being a hero.

Ryuuji grinned from ear to ear, "I know it's long and boring but… I'm happy for who I am. Though, it's sad that I didn't become whom I wanted to be but I got Taira and my daughter so I'm glad."

He is already a hero though… He is the hero of his own wife and daughter…

A scream echoed within the premises; presumably a boy. Then, after a few minutes, a scream joined and both eyes jolted to each other.

"Mr. Bakugou!"

"Mr. Aragaki!"

Two nurses emerge from two opposite doors, calling out their names. The two men stood up from their seats, seemingly nervous of their won fates. The nurses smiled, simultaneously declaring, "Congratulations! You are a father from now on."

A single tear slid down to Ryuuji's face, stopping for a moment as he couldn't comprehend the words in his mouth. Happiness fills his heart. And his companion beside him tapped his shoulders, reassuring him that he felt the same as well.

"Mrs. Bakugou is currently resting."

"As well as, Mrs. Aragaki."

The nurses announced in unison, "You can now visit your babies in the nursery room."

They nodded, quickly heading off to the nursery room. When they arrived, they began to scan their cute babies from the larger glass that's hindering them to touch their cute ones. Masaru's baby is resting in a blue towel, with crimson eyes that is etching in pure determination while Ryuuji's daughter is resting on a pink one, having his purple resilient eyes.

"Have you thought of a name, Masaru-san?" Ryuuji asked.

Masaru smiled, "Katsuki…"

"Hm?"

"His name will be Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki." Masaru grinned, continuing, "Written with kanji for 'victory', as he emerged victorious from his child birth. How about yours?"

Ryuuji glanced from a nearby window where some cherry blossom petals continued to fly within the clear blue sky; hinting him for a name. It is spring… He turned his head to him, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Chiharu… Aragaki Chiharu…"

In the 20th of April…

Two kids tied in an undeniable fate were born…

Born in the same day...

Born in the same hospital...

As if it's a miracle, these two little kids will conquer the word within their own hands.

Author's Note:

This took a great amount of time! Anyway, thank you very much for reading up until the end. I hope you love my OCs and their interaction as well. Please comment down your thoughts about this chapter and some future suggestions if you want. I would love to hear from you! Thank you very much. :D (Title might change)