Katsuki was your boyfriend. You loved him to the end of the earths and you didn't want to ever leave him.

You and him told each other everything. From the biggest things to the littlest. You didn't spare details!

Well, except one.

Katsuki barged into your dorm room, confused and bewildered, holding out his phone to show the proof he has that you're a famous musician from Denki who was asking for his phone back from down the hall. "You're a famous musician?" He asked, eyebrows knitted tightly in confusion and frustration. "Since when are you famous? You didn't think I should know this?" He asked.

It shouldn't have been such a big deal. But he's confused (really, incredibly confused), and a little hurt that you didn't tell him. Did you not trust him? What was the reason.

You had become famous a while ago. Recent or not, you were a musician. People loved you. And Denki had come across you before you joined 1-A. And when you did, you told him to keep it a secret, and he did. Surprisingly, the boy kept his mouth shut. He was panting, leaning against the doorframe behind Katsuki and looked over at you. "Sorry...I assumed he knew. He's your boyfriend." He shrugged apologetically.

"Leave, dunce-face!" He exclaimed, turning to Denki. "That's my phone you're holding!" Denki whined, and Katsuki shoved his phone back into his hands. "Send me the proof. I need it." He said, and Denki nods before Katsuki shut the door on him and turned back to you.

"What the hell?" He said, his voice quiet, confused, and angry. He wasn't fuming, no, but he wanted to know why. And he was pretty angry, too. Clearly.

"Being a musician is one thing," he starts. "But being famous?"