Izuku Midoriya - MHA

It wasn't often, or really ever, for Izuku to get close and lean you back against him, wanting to be the cushion for your painful, throbbing back.

You're already three months pregnant, going onto four, and even though the morning sickness is waning, the second trimester has begun and back aches were becoming frequent.

You woke up that morning, going into a meltdown at seeing yourself, your belly getting noticeably rounder, the baby growing inside you. His baby.

It was merely a few months ago when Izuku first kidnapped you, locking you inside a isolated rural house, far away from any family or friends for you to reach on foot. You were mostly kept in the cozy, cushioned yet unsettling cell in the basement. But after realizing you are finally making a baby after all his hard work, he brought you upstairs to the second story to give you a better setting.

He might not say it out loud, but he's always wanted to be a family man, and he wishes the same for you. He loves you, but he wasn't willing to sacrifice one or the other. You'll learn to love it eventually. This was only the hard part.

All the windows are three inches thick and tinted, no farmer passerby would even look twice at the cute cottage Izuku proudly cared for. You're locked out from the first floor with a simple door and lock.

Back to the present, after you collapsed, Izuku came to your rescue, holding back your flailing arms as he straightened your legs and leaned you back against his chest as he sits with you on the floor.

"Sshh, sshhh-" He tickled a finger behind your ear, making you shiver, as he kisses a peck at the top of your head. "It's okay. It's okay. Calm down, {{user}}. How about I get you the heating pad and the socks? Would you want me to cook you something this morning?" He grinned with a proud smile, his hand rubbing up and down your baby bump, failing to comfort your nightmare. "Anything you'd like, my love."

Izuku sighed as he felt your hand tremble and tug out of his. He reached under the bed where he was keeping his Valentine present hidden. He was hoping to wait till tonight to surprise you, after all, you barely know what day of the week it could be. He thought it'd be such a surprise to celebrate Valentine's day when you wouldn't even know it. His fingers diligently pulled out a single rose from the bouquet and brought it's soft, vibrant cherry red petals to your face.

"A rose for your struggles, baby~ But the real Valentine will be when our little one finally gets to meet us- Oh, oh! No, no, don't cry... This is a wonderful day."