The city lights blurred into streaks of color as Izuku navigated the familiar streets, his heart heavy with the weight of a long day. The training session had been grueling, pushing him to his limits, but even the physical exhaustion couldn't dull the ache in his chest. He'd been feeling off all day, a nagging sense of unease that he couldn't shake.

As he approached their apartment building, he noticed the lights were off, an unusual sight for this time of night. Shinso, his boyfriend, was usually up late, working on his quirk or just enjoying the quiet of the evening. A wave of worry washed over him. Had something happened?

He fumbled with his keys, finally unlocking the door. The apartment was dark, the only light emanating from the bedroom. His heart pounded in his chest. Something was wrong.

He crept towards the bedroom, his footsteps silent on the carpet. As he neared the door, a muffled sound reached his ears. A low moan, followed by a gasp, and then a soft chuckle. His blood ran cold. It was Shinso's voice, and it was laced with a passion he'd never heard before.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Shinso, his loving, sensitive, quiet boyfriend, making those sounds with someone else? It felt like a betrayal, a stab in the heart.

He pushed the door open, the sound of his own ragged breathing filling the room. His eyes, adjusting to the darkness, landed on the scene before him.

Shinso, his face flushed with passion, was pressed against the wall, his hands tangled in the hair of a man he recognized instantly. It was Monoma, their rival from Class 1-B, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and arrogance.

Izuku stood frozen, his heart a leaden weight in his chest. The sight of them, their bodies intertwined, their moans echoing through the room, was a brutal assault on his senses. His world, his carefully constructed reality, had shattered into a million pieces.

He couldn't believe it. Shinso, his boyfriend, the one he'd confided in, the one he'd loved with all his heart, was cheating on him with his rival. The pain was so intense, so raw, it felt like a physical blow.

He stumbled back, his legs giving way beneath him. He collapsed onto the floor, his back against the door, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. He couldn't tear his gaze away, even as tears welled up in his eyes.

He watched as Shinso, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and guilt, looked up and saw him. His eyes widened in shock, the color draining from his face. He pulled away from Monoma, his hands shaking.

"Izuku..." he whispered, his voice hoarse with shame.

Izuku couldn't speak. He could only stare at him, his heart breaking with each passing second.

Monoma, his face twisted in a smirk, stood up and adjusted his clothes. He looked at Izuku, his eyes cold and calculating.

"Well, well, well," he sneered. "Looks like someone's got a little surprise for them."

Izuku ignored him, his gaze fixed on Shinso. He wanted an explanation, a justification, anything to make sense of this betrayal. But the words wouldn't come. His throat felt constricted, his voice trapped in a silent scream.

Shinso, his face pale with guilt, stepped towards him, his hand reaching out as if to touch him. But Izuku flinched away, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and anger.

"Izuku, please..." Shinso pleaded, his voice trembling. "Let me explain."

Izuku shook his head, his tears flowing freely now. He couldn't bear to hear his explanation, to listen to his excuses. He knew that no matter what Shinso said, nothing could justify his actions.

He stood up, his legs shaky, and walked towards the door. He wouldn't stay in that room, in that apartment, in that city, not with the memory of their betrayal seared into his mind.

He looked back at Shinso, his face a mask of pain and heartbreak. He didn't speak, he didn't even say goodbye. He just turned and walked away, leaving behind the shattered pieces of his love, the remnants of a future he'd once dreamt of. He walked into the night, his tears mingling with the rain, a testament to the storm that had ripped through his life

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The rain hammered against the pavement, mirroring the storm raging inside Izuku. He ran, his legs pumping, his breath ragged, his heart a leaden weight in his chest. He didn't know where he was going, only that he needed to escape, to run away from the pain, from the betrayal, from the shattered pieces of his heart.

His mind replayed the scene over and over again, the image of Shinso, his boyfriend, his soulmate, his everything, entangled with Monoma, his rival, their moans echoing through their shared bedroom. The betrayal felt like a physical blow, a searing pain that threatened to consume him.

He stumbled into a familiar park, the one where he and Katsuki had spent countless hours, sharing dreams, laughter, and a love that had once felt invincible. He collapsed on a bench, his body wracked with sobs, his tears mingling with the rain, a testament to the storm raging within him.

He didn't know why he'd come here, why he'd sought out the place where his past love had blossomed. Maybe it was a desperate attempt to find solace, to find someone who could understand the depth of his pain.

He looked up, his vision blurred by tears, and saw a familiar figure standing before him. It was Katsuki, his ex-boyfriend, his rival, the one who had broken his heart years ago. But even after all this time, Katsuki still held a special place in Izuku's heart, a connection that transcended their past pain.

"Deku?" Katsuki said, his voice laced with concern. He looked at Izuku, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and worry. He'd seen Izuku's tears, the raw vulnerability that had always been hidden beneath his cheerful facade.

Izuku couldn't speak. He just looked at Katsuki, his eyes pleading for understanding, for comfort. He needed to tell someone, to share his pain, to find a glimmer of hope in this darkness.

"Kacchan..." he choked out, his voice barely a whisper, laced with a pain that was both familiar and new.

Katsuki sat down beside him, his hand reaching out to touch Izuku's shoulder. He didn't say anything, just sat there, his presence a silent comfort in the midst of Izuku's despair.

"He... he cheated on me," Izuku whispered, his voice cracking with unshed tears. "With Monoma. I saw them... I saw everything."

He recounted the scene, his voice trembling, his tears flowing freely. He told Katsuki everything, the betrayal, the pain, the shattered dreams. He poured out his heart, his soul, his entire being, into the silence of the rain-soaked park.

Katsuki listened, his face unreadable, his eyes fixed on Izuku. He didn't interrupt, didn't offer words of comfort or advice. He just listened, his presence a silent testament to his understanding, his empathy.

When Izuku finished, a heavy silence settled over them. Katsuki looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sadness. He knew what it was like to be betrayed, to have your heart broken. He'd been there, he'd felt that pain.

"I'm sorry, Deku," Katsuki said, his voice rough with emotion. "I know how much you loved him."

He reached out and pulled Izuku into a hug, his arms strong and comforting. Izuku clung to him, his body trembling with sobs, his tears soaking into Katsuki's shirt. He'd never felt so vulnerable, so broken, so lost.

Katsuki held him tight, his own heart aching for his friend. He knew that no words could truly heal Izuku's pain, but he hoped that his presence, his silent support, could offer a glimmer of comfort in the darkness.

They sat there for a long time, the rain washing away the remnants of their pain, the silence a shared testament to their shared sorrow. In that moment, the past faded away, the rivalry forgotten, the hurt forgiven. They were just two friends, two souls, bound together by the shared experience of heartbreak, seeking solace in each other's presence.

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The rain had stopped, but the air was still thick with the scent of petrichor and the lingering weight of Izuku's tears. He clung to Katsuki, his body trembling, his sobs muffled against Katsuki's chest.

"It's okay, Deku," Katsuki murmured, his voice rough with unshed emotion. "He wasn't worth your tears."

He stroked Izuku's hair, a gesture that was both comforting and unexpected. He'd never been one for words of comfort, but he saw the raw vulnerability in Izuku's eyes, the pain that had been masked for so long. He knew he had to do something, to offer some semblance of solace.

"He's a goddamn idiot," Katsuki continued, his voice laced with a simmering anger. "You're better off without him. You deserve someone who actually gives a damn about you."

Izuku sniffled, his grip on Katsuki tightening. He knew Katsuki wasn't always the most eloquent, but his words, however blunt, were a balm to his wounded heart. He felt a flicker of warmth, a spark of hope, in the midst of his despair.

"Kacchan..." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what to do."

"You'll figure it out," Katsuki said, his voice firm. "You're strong, Deku. You've always been strong. You'll get through this."

He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed on Izuku. He saw the flicker of doubt in his eyes, the uncertainty that clouded his usually bright face. He knew that words weren't enough, that Izuku needed more than just empty promises.

"I'll be here for you, Deku," Katsuki said, his voice softer now. "No matter what."

He reached out and gently wiped away a tear from Izuku's cheek, his touch a silent promise of comfort and support. He knew that he couldn't take away Izuku's pain, but he could be there for him, a constant presence in the midst of his storm.

Just then, a familiar voice cut through the silence.

"Izuku?"

Shinso stood at the edge of the park, his face pale and contorted with guilt. He looked at Izuku, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

"I need to talk to you," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Izuku flinched, his body stiffening. He looked at Katsuki, his eyes seeking guidance, seeking protection.

"He's not worth your time, Deku," Katsuki growled, his voice low and dangerous. "He broke your heart. He doesn't deserve another chance."

He stood up, his gaze fixed on Shinso, his body radiating an aura of simmering anger. He wasn't one for second chances, especially when it came to those who had hurt his friends.

"Get out of here, Shinso," Katsuki said, his voice cold and hard. "This isn't your place."

Shinso hesitated, his eyes darting between Izuku and Katsuki. He knew he'd messed up, he knew he'd betrayed Izuku's trust, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing him completely.

"Please, Izuku," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Just listen to me."

Izuku looked at Shinso, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and anger. He couldn't believe that Shinso had the audacity to show his face after what he'd done.

"I don't want to hear it," Izuku said, his voice trembling with unshed tears. "Just go."

He turned back to Katsuki, seeking solace in his presence, seeking comfort in his unwavering support.

"Let's go, Deku," Katsuki said, his voice firm. "We're better off without him."

He offered Izuku his hand, a gesture of kindness and support that warmed Izuku's heart. He took Katsuki's hand, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude. He knew that he wasn't alone, that he had someone who understood his pain, someone who was willing to help him through this difficult time.

As they walked away from the park, the rain began to fall again, a gentle reminder of the storm that had ripped through their lives. But Izuku felt a glimmer of hope, a sense of peace, in Katsuki's presence. He knew that his journey wouldn't be easy, but he also knew that he wasn't alone. He had Katsuki, and that was enough.

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