MHA The Next Generation Origins 2: Makoto Togata

Tamaki Amajiki-Togata groaned as he woke up finding himself in a hospital bed, the last thing he remembered was being attacked after leaving a school giving a speech in his hero persona; Sun Eater. He and his husband, Mirio had found out a month before that the dark-haired man was carrying their first child a month before and was currently two months along… but where was the fetal hear monitor? The…stab…it must have killed his baby! He broke down crying not noticing the sound of the in-suite bathroom’s toilet flush and his husband coming out.

“Tamaki! You’re awake!” the blonde cheered running over.

“I…I’m sorry! I lost the baby! That monster killed our child!” he sobbed out, not looking at his lover, his face in his hands.

“Tamaki…look at me, please…”

The pointy eared man lowered his hands but didn’t lift his head, still not willing to look up. He felt the blonde’s hand under his chin and let him lift it. He blinked; his husband looked pale but not upset for some reason.

“Our baby isn’t dead,” he told Tamaki, taking his hand and putting it on his own stomach.

Tamaki blinked realizing what the phasing man was telling him, “How?”

Mirio grinned, “One of the doctors has a Quirk that lets them transfer organs or in this case an unborn baby into someone else one time. So now I’m on baby duty so to speak.”

Tamaki’s eyes widened as he threw his arms around the blonde hugging him, “You crazy, wonderful, stupid, lovable man! I love you so much!”

“I love you too, and for the record…morning sickness really sucks.”

Third month

To say Mirio was bored was an understatement. Their apartment was spotless, they had all the groceries they needed, he had read the baby care book they had twice, he had a list of furniture he wanted his husband to look at for the baby on his computer, and his morning sickness was no more.

“We need something to do kiddo or I’ll get cabin fever…well more like I’d be really bored for the next six months while your mommy’s out doing hero work,” he said though he figured the baby couldn’t hear him just yet, “What to do…what to do…”

As he thought aloud, he noticed their game system that reminded him that they had streaming services. By the time Tamaki got home he found his lover enthralled by an American show called “iZombie” (An: Real show, and I love it, all the seasons can be found on Netflix).
“I see you found my Netflix que,” he said startling the blonde causing his bowl of popcorn to go flying, “And now we have a mess…”

“You startled me!”

“Sorry, I thought you might be taking a nap, so I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to risk waking you up.”

“I’ll get the broom and dustpan. Tamaki, how far have you seen into this series?”

Tamaki blinked, “To the finale.”

“No spoilers!” the blonde cried coming back, “I mean it!”

“Glad you like it; we can watch some together if you want after we clean up.”

Mirio nodded with a smile. After that Tamaki wasn’t too surprised to come home to find his husband streaming something while doing a small work out, having a snack or passed out on the sofa. Around the fifth month they started to discuss names.

“I was thinking if the baby’s a boy we could name him after Sir Night Eye…I know it sounds selfish but-” Mirio started to say before his lover held up a hand to stop him.

“It’s not selfish to want to honor him, he was your mentor and encouraged you to keep going during the period you had lost your Quirk. I think naming the baby Mirai after him is noble,” Tamaki replied with a small smile, “But if it’s a girl I would like to name her after my grandmother; Makoto.”

“I remember her, she was always so nice to me,” he recalled with a sad smile, he had mourned with his lover and his family because the woman had been like a grandmother to him too, “Okay, if it’s a girl we’ll name her Makoto.”

A few weeks later, when he was seven months along; the blonde was surprised to find that his lover had planned a baby shower with Nijiri’s help. Eri was there with Izuku and his boyfriend Todoroki, a five-month pregnant Kirishima with his fiancée, Bakugo. And of course, their families were present.

“I-I’m so proud of you!” Mirio sobbed happily latching onto his husband nearly knocking over the smaller man.

Nijiri patted his back, “Okay, no need to almost squish him, calm down.”

Eri smiled hugging her blonde savior with a huge smile, “Congrats on the baby!”

Mirio pet her head, “Thank you all for coming.”

“We’re happy you invited us,” commented Izuku smiling at his fellow hero.

“I got something really special…” Tamaki said shyly, “It’s a gender reveal cake.”

The others smiled liking the idea. They played some games, opened some gifts that were all gender neutral it was time for the big reveal.

“It’s a girl!” squealed the two future grandmothers and Nijiri.

“Ow…” commented Eri, rubbing on ear.

“I’m with you, kiddo,” agreed Kirishima cleaning out one of his own.

Tamaki knelt down and kissed the bump, “Hi Makoto…your daddy and I love you very much and we can’t wait to meet you in person.”

Mirio smiled petting the dark hair of his husband, he loved it when Tamaki got cuddly and right now, he craved it.

Final month…
Mirio sighed with his feet up, he flexed his toes, cracking the joints. He was tired, sore and currently hungry.

“Tamaki, do we have any cookies?” he called.

His husband looked up from where he was typing on their laptop.

“We should. I think we have sandwich cookies.”

“Could you help me up?”

“You’re supposed to stay off your feet, your c-section is in a few days,” his husband pointed out getting the cookies and a glass of milk that he put on the side table.

Mirio sighed taking the plate, “I know but I miss being able to move around. I want to see her, to hold her in my arms.”

“I know, I want to see her too…” the dark-haired male said touching the spot where his blonde husband knew was the spot he was stabbed.

“I know you wish you were the one carrying her about to give birth but at least she’s alive and almost here.”

Three days later Makoto was born via c-section at forty weeks and healthy as could be. The first time she grasped her mother’s finger his heart melted and he broke down crying with joy.

Modern day…

This time it was Makoto who was stared at by her friend and schoolmates.

“Okay that was pretty weird,” admitted Yue.

“Hey, Aiko’s parents were in both stories so far. He should tell his story next!” chirped Kana.

Tenchi sweat dropped at his winged cousin, “Okay…no more sugar for you today.”

“Before you start, I was wondering…what is the difference between you guys?” asked Sakura as Maria’s fox ears twitched meaning she was just as curious.

“Oh, he was born eleven days after me,” admitted Momaru before his oldest friend started his story.

TBC