The Secret I kept🤐🤫

Chapter One

Before reading this, I know that this is a rewrite. The original chapters will still be available just at the end of the new chapters as I didn't want to remove them as they show my growth as a person/writer.

Bow with that out of the way. Let's get into the story.

Izuku's POV

I was so happy today. I mean, one - it's mine and Kacchan's anniversary. A whole year. Can you believe it? He's still the same old Kacchan, but when he accepted my confession, that was the happiest day of my life.

Right now, I'm heading downstairs to plan a surprise party for us. I think he'll love it. Plus, I've finally opened up to the idea of us being, y'know... sexual.

I mean, we're nineteen - but I wanted my first time to be special. And what's more special than our one-year anniversary? Well, Valentine's Day, sure - but he usually spends that day alone. He doesn't like it for some reason.

Walking down the hall, it was dark - a little too dark. Probably Kaminari shorted the breaker again after some dare or something. Not that I'd know; they didn't invite me. I'm always down for a good game of truth or dare, though.

Just before stepping out of the shadows, I realized no one had noticed me - seems like all that training with Aizawa was paying off.

"Bakubabe, I can't believe you're still dating him," Mina laughed, her voice like knives stabbing into me. "I mean, I know a dare's a dare, but damn."

"I can't either," Kacchan's voice cut through the noise - casual, cruel. "He should've gotten the hint by now, but he's so damn persistent. I'm actually gonna break it off tonight. Be nice to see him cry after so long."

It felt like the world spun out from under me.

"You're so mean, babe!" Uraraka cooed, kissing him - kissing him.
Our friends - people I trusted - laughed and smiled like it was something cute, something to be proud of.

It was like being hit by a bullet train and smashed into a mountain. I thought my chest was going to cave in. I changed everything for him - hid who I really was, tried to be what he wanted - and this is how he treats me?

I felt my face, my tears, and wiped them away quickly. He wasn't worth it. Not anymore. That son of a bitch.

I took note of who wasn't there - Kaminari, Sero, Sato, Koda, Shoji, Tokoyami, Aoyama. That meant they probably didn't know.

I walked back to my room - walls covered in All Might merch. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, but wow, I really went all in.

Taking a deep breath, I did what I always do when something hurts too much to think about.

I cleaned.

-End of POV-

Izuku took down the posters carefully, packing away the collectibles and memorabilia. When he was done, the room looked bare - just plain sheets and blankets for now. Two hours later, every surface gleamed. Every corner was spotless. Everything was in its place.

"That feels better," he muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Then came the knock - that same harsh, heavy knock that used to make his heart race.

He stood there for a moment, debating whether to open the door. Then he sighed and moved toward it.

"Yes, Katsuki?"