Chapter 1

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Izuku Midoriya's POV -

For the past week, I've been at home, not at the dorms, as it was sort of a break for Class 1-A and 1-B.

I told my friends that I would be returning on the night of the last day, but due to some changes of plans, I had to come back to the dorms in the early morning.

It's 6:45 am, and everyone is still asleep since we don't have training or any classes until tomorrow. As I didn't want to disturb any of them, I silently walked to my dorm. As I was about to open the door, I was surprised to find it unlocked. The only person who has the extra key to my dorm room is Uraraka, my girlfriend of 4 months.

"It must be Uraraka. She might have missed me and stayed in my room last night," I thought to myself.

But that wasn't it. Instead, I was met with her lying next to Asui, both naked, with purple bruises all over their upper bodies!

My anger was building up. How could she cheat on me with a girl? While I was going through my train of thoughts, I heard a voice.

"Huh, Deku-kun?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Uraraka with a glare. She was confused why I was glaring at her until she realized who was next to her and what kind of situation they were in right now.

"W-wait, Deku-kun. I can explain. I-I swear, it's not what you think it is..."

Uraraka spoke, but I did not give her any time to explain herself since I can already tell what's going on.

"It's over! We are done!" I said to her as she started to tear up.

By the sudden commotion, Asui woke up from her "wonderful" slumber.

"Why, good morning, Asui. How was last night with my ex-girlfriend? I never knew you were a lesbian, but you did seem like you could be one," I greeted her.

"Wait, Midoriya?! What are you doing here? You told us that you would be arriving tonight...."

"Well, yes, I was. But due to some reasons, I had to come back early. Good thing I did, or else I would have still been clueless about what my ex-girlfriend has been doing while I was gone," I said with a sweet smile plastered on my face.

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