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by Mama1Inko1

by Mama1Inko1

Oh, nar.........

Third pov

Over time, darkness began to fester between Neito and Izuku, like a storm slowly rolling in from the horizon. What had once been a relationship full of affection and trust had soured into something sinister. It began subtly—Neito spending more and more time away, dodging Izuku's gentle questions with vague excuses. Izuku, once reassured by Neito's warmth, felt a growing distance, a coldness creeping into their every interaction. The man who had once made him feel seen and loved now barely looked him in the eye, treating his presence like a burden.

At first, Izuku convinced himself it was just a rough patch, that Neito would return to him, and things would go back to normal. But then came the day when all his hopes were shattered. He saw it—the undeniable proof of Neito's betrayal. Neito had stopped hiding it, brazenly showing affection for someone else right in front of Izuku, as if he didn't matter. The way they laughed together, the easy, intimate touches—it was like a dagger to Izuku's heart, twisting deeper with every second he watched. His stomach dropped, and a heavy, suffocating feeling of dread consumed him.

Izuku tried to confront Neito, his voice trembling with heartbreak, but each time he did, the situation escalated in the worst possible way. Neito's once calm and charming demeanor would crumble, replaced by a monstrous rage. His eyes would darken, and before Izuku could finish his plea to end things, Neito would lash out. His hands—hands that had once held Izuku with care—became weapons, fists crashing down on him with terrifying violence. Izuku barely had time to process the pain before he'd find himself on the floor, gasping for breath, his body bruised and broken.

Neito's outbursts were swift and brutal, but they didn't stop there. Every time Izuku tried to leave, every time he mustered the courage to end their toxic relationship, Neito would explode, his fists reducing Izuku to a bloody, crumpled heap. The beatings left Izuku teetering on the edge of death, his body shattered, wondering if the next attack might be the one that finally ends him. And yet, despite the unbearable agony, Izuku stayed, trapped in a cage of fear and emotional manipulation. His mind was haunted by the vision of Neito with his new lover, a constant reminder that he had been replaced, discarded like he was nothing.

Izuku's POV

I knew things had changed between us, but I didn't want to believe it. Not at first. How could I? Neito was the one I trusted, the one who made me feel like I wasn't alone in the world. But then... then I saw him. I saw him with someone else.

He didn't even bother to hide it. Right in front of me, they laughed and touched me like I was invisible. Like I didn't matter. Every casual brush of their hands felt like a knife twisting in my chest. I was drowning in it—in the betrayal, the helplessness, the disbelief. My voice trembled when I confronted him, but when I said it—when I told him I wanted to leave—everything changed. His eyes... they darkened, and I knew. I knew what was coming.

The beatings started then. Each time I tried to end things, his fists found me. The pain was blinding, sharp, and overwhelming. I would collapse to the ground, the cold floor slick with my blood, gasping for air that wouldn't come. Each time, I thought, "This is it... this is the end." But somehow, I always survived.

And every time I did, memories of Bakugo surfaced—of his cruelty, his harsh words. But Bakugo never pretended. His anger was out in the open, raw, and straightforward. With Neito, it's different. Neito's cruelty hides behind a mask of affection, a twisted game of love and betrayal. He's breaking me, and I don't know how to escape.

Neito's POV But 3rd pov at the same time (idk lol)

Neito hadn't planned for things to spiral like this. When he first started seeing the other person, it was supposed to be a distraction—nothing more. A way to fill the void that Izuku, with all his sweetness, couldn't quite reach. But the more time passed, the more Neito realized how much he enjoyed the power it gave him. He didn't just control one person—he controlled two. The look in Izuku's eyes whenever he dared ask "why" only fueled that hunger. The devastation, the pain—it stirred something dark and thrilling inside Neito.

He owned Izuku now, and every bruised glance, every broken attempt to escape, only reinforced that truth. The audacity of Izuku thinking he could leave? How dare he? No, Neito couldn't allow that. Every time Izuku tried to say the words—"I'm leaving you"—Neito's rage would take over. His fists would crash down, over and over until Izuku lay broken and silent, barely breathing. The satisfaction that followed each assault was undeniable. Izuku's pain, his helplessness—it was Neito's victory.

It wasn't about love anymore. Not for a long time. This was about control. Watching Izuku shrink under the weight of his violence, seeing the fight leave his eyes—that was the moment Neito lived for. And when the storm passed, when his rage subsided, Neito would kneel beside Izuku, pretending to care. He'd whisper soft words, brushing the blood from Izuku's face, knowing full well the damage he'd caused.

"You know I don't want to hurt you," Neito would murmur, his fingers tracing Izuku's swollen cheek with a mock tenderness. "You just push me too far. This is your fault, Izuku."

Neito knew the words would sink into Izuku's mind, twisting there, making him feel responsible for his suffering. It made him even easier to control. Izuku would never leave—he couldn't. Neito had ensured that. Day by day, Izuku was becoming more fragile, more lost, and Neito relished every second of it.

Meanwhile, Neito continued his affair, flaunting his new lover without shame, watching as Izuku's heart shattered again and again. It was all a game now—a cruel, twisted game that Neito had every intention of winning. Izuku might try to escape, but Neito knew the truth. Izuku was his, and no matter how much he wished to leave, there was no escape.

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