Our Secret (BakuDeku) •Omegaverse•

Chapter Two: Truth..?

Izuku PoV:

I remember how it felt to have my dreams shattered, over and over again.

The first time it happened, I was only four years old. I was diagnosed as quirkless. But I didn’t give up. I kept trying…

When I met All Might—my idol—I asked him if someone powerless could ever aspire to be as great as him. He said no. He told me I could never, and would never, be a hero, and that I should be more realistic.

But things turned out okay, exactly as I had hoped. All Might gave me his power, and I got into UA. I lived as a hero, had fun, and made friends!

The second time my world shattered was when I was sixteen. That was when I was diagnosed as an omega. The universe seemed to crumble around me, but once again, I prevailed. I overcame all my fears and insecurities.

I got so good at hiding my nature that no one knew—not my teachers, my friends, or my coworkers. Only I, my mother, and the gods knew.

Eventually, Kacchan found out, because of course he did. We started dating in secret. I didn’t want anyone to know I was an omega, and I didn’t want people to think Kacchan was with a male beta. Our world is extremely intolerant, and the religious right would never support us.

Eventually, we got married in court, and only our families knew. We lived happily for six years. We were a power couple—we had everything: love, peace, and stability. We were both living our dreams, and we were even known as ‘The Wonder Duo’ by the public. We were as happy as could be.

But I still struggled with my own demons.

My father was an abusive, violent alcoholic, and though my mother was also a victim of his drinking, she seemed oblivious to the abuse he inflicted on me. He left when I was only nine, after nearly beating me to death.

I can still remember how my mother stood outside in the freezing cold, crying and praying for him to come back. As an omega, I'mshe had few options. There was no real way for her to provide for us on her own. We moved from place to place, living in tiny, cramped rooms, and there were times when we went hungry.

That was when I made a vow: I would never be like her. I wouldn’t have children until I was in a stable, loving relationship, financially secure, with a steady home. Only after I had healed from my trauma and achieved emotional stability would I even think about becoming a parent.

But then, one fateful day, I received terrible news. I was 30 weeks pregnant with a child I never wanted. My career was in jeopardy, my life was falling apart, and I had to choose between being a parent and continuing to pursue my career.

I chose my career.

Kacchan and I fought day and night until, finally, he agreed to let me get an abortion. We managed to book an illegal appointment because, here, abortion is only legal up to 21 weeks and six days. I was already nine weeks past that when we discovered I was pregnant.

Kacchan told me it was immoral, that the "clump of cells" in my womb was a baby—more than that, a growing, complex being. But I didn’t care. To me, it was nothing but a burden. I didn’t want it.

I was under so much physical and mental strain, trying to heal from the injuries that had landed me in the hospital in the first place, and now there were problems between me and Kacchan over this thing growing inside me.

We scheduled the appointment for nighttime to avoid being seen by the public. But on the way there, Kacchan started yelling at me, belittling my choice to terminate the pregnancy. One thing led to another, and he accidentally swerved the car. We crashed into a family of five.