Killing Butterflies (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 2: Drip

(rewritten)

'Drip'

'drip'

'drip'

'drip'

That was all Izuku could hear in the small dingy bathroom as he looked through the water that completely surrounded his vision. . .

He had no heartbeat that kept him alive. . .

Nor a breath to take. . .

Inhaling the water surrounding him, a splash was heard as he lifted himself out of the water, gasping as he moved his wet dark green hair out his face, he then looked around the bathroom, his dim emerald eyes darting around till he saw his phone lying on the ground with small droplets of water on the case

Izuku sighed as he reached down and grabbed his phone, turning it on to see he'd been practically drowning himself for 2 hours, "Fuck!" Izuku yelled, throwing his phone as he stood up and grabbed a grey towel lying on the bathroom floor with his clothes

He quickly dried off and got dressed for work, wearing a long sleeved black crop top, black short shorts, fishnets with multiple tears, and knee high black leather boots, he then touched up his make-up, applying messy eye shadow and sharp eyeliner, knowing the men at his work loved that look

Grabbing his now cracked phone, Izuku left the bathroom and walked into his small bedroom, which had many posters of singers, as well as instruments most of which were worn out from being used for so long, Izuku looked around for a second before finding his white bag, which had a skull and rose pattern decorated on it

Izuku got ready to leave, grabbing a six-pack of beer as he left his room and walked down the stairs to the living room, where his father sat, watching the news, Izuku rolled his eyes at this and placed the six-pack on the coffee table, "i'm working late so it's just leftovers tonight" he said, to which hisashi groaned at

'Maybe if you learned to cook you wouldn't be complaining' Izuku thought, lighting a cigarette as he left the house and headed to his job, which was a host club for queer people

The moment Izuku entered the dressing rooms of the host club, he was surrounded by muscular and feminine people around his age, all wearing scandalous outfits, Izuku couldn't help but blush at some of the older men wearing nothing but tight shorts

Luckily, Izuku didn't need to do much, just light touches to his make-up, as the host club had better make-up than he did at home, he then had to change tops, though the top he now wore wasn't that different to the one he came in with, the only thing that changed was this top ended above his nipples, which were pierced

Izuku then walked out to the main room of the host club as many wealthy looking people began entering, izuku quickly grabbed a bottle of wine and wrapped his pale arm around a random man's arm and said, "can I get you any wine?" the man chuckled at this and brought Izuku closer while walking over to a random booth where other men and hosts sat

In spite of Izuku's best efforts, the man squeezed his thigh tightly, forcing Izuku to stroke him through his pants, but he could not feel anything, including the small manhood of the man

'this man is smaller than me, and I'm a femboy so that says something. . .'