Killing Butterflies (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 45: . . . You Better Be Fine Dumbass. . .

'. . . what just happened. . .?'

before shigaraki could think more of it, izuku walked out of the changing room, wearing a black button up dress, the skirt going all the way down to his ankles, wrapping around his legs with small frills, "please kill me shigaraki. . ." izuku groaned, his eye twitching

shiggy: pfft- i'm sorry- hahah- i'm not laughing at you i swear- hahahah!!!

izu: i will cut off your tongue 🙃🔪

shiggy: *gulp*

tsunade then came up behind izuku, shooting a quick glare at shigaraki before saying, "i think this dress will work, i just need to get rid of the frills but it'll be fine" "but izu obviously doesn't like it, let alone want to wear it" shigaraki said, "whatever, i think he looks fine, it doesn't matter if you don't like it"

"but that's not what i'm saying, i think no matter what, izuku is beautiful, but 1. izu looks uncomfortable and can barely walk in this, and 2: he doesn't like it, i agree it doesn't matter what i think of the outfit, it's what izu thinks of it" shigaraki replied, making izuku blush a deep red 

izu: 'h-he thinks i'm what now!?😖'

jiraiya: 'hah zuku's blushing'

tsunade gritted her teeth, anger seeping through as she wished the man in front of her, death, "he is my grandson, i basically raised him after inko passed away, i would know what he likes!!!" 

now, shigaraki was still disoriented from the recent event that just happened, so for some unknown reason, shigaraki could not comprehend anger at the moment

"yeah but. . . only for 5 years right?" 

izu: oh no my dumbass is dead. . .

jiraiya: this man either has a death wish or is just really dense. . .

izu: probably both. . .

jiraiya then came up to tsunade, putting his hand on her shoulder before whispering, "hey mi amor, remember what we talked about? about how we take a breath and calm down when someone *unknowingly* insults you?" 

". . .what if i just torture him a small bit?" 

"no mi amor, just no" 

"ugh fine"

then izuku struggled to walk to shigaraki, due to the dress, and asked, "hey dumbass, you got a death wish?" "um. . . no i don't think so" shigaraki replied, still dense as to what was happening, ". . . ok shigaraki, how many fingers am i holding up?" izuku asked, holding up 3 fingers

"3 1/2" 

". . . i think it's time we go home. . ."

izuku then grabbed shigaraki and went into the changing room, not wanting to take his eyes off shigaraki while he changed, as he was definitely not thinking straight (does he ever think straight?) 

after izuku was done, he searched shigaraki's pocket for his phone, wanting to call kurogiri so he wouldn't have to take a cab or something, since the lov hideout was far from the mall, but as he did so, shigaraki had suddenly lunged for the trash can, throwing up

 izuku placed his hand on shigaraki's back, rubbing circles as he looked worried, "shigaraki are you feeling ok?" izuku asked as he placed his other hand on shigaraki's forehead, ". . . i-i don't know. . ." shigaraki replied, leaning against the bench, "well. . . you feel pretty warm. . . i'm gonna call kurogiri, where's your phone?" izuku asked, he then saw shigaraki pull up his sleeve, his phone being in a cut in his sleeve

"why. . .-" 

"makes it easier to get my phone if i need a quick get away"

"huh. . . nice" 

izuku then grabbed the phone, turned it on and went to contacts, scrolling through before seeing the kurogiri's name, "did you really name him shadow man?" izuku asked as he rolled his eyes and called kurogiri

*ring ring ri- click*

mamagiri: shigaraki? aren't you supposed to be on a date with izuku?

izu: h-how did you know about that!? 😖

mamagiri: oh hello izuku, what do you need?

izu: well, shigaraki isn't feeling good and the hideout is pretty far so can you make a warp gate over by xxxxxx mall?

mamagiri: of course, it'll be at the entrance

izu: thank you

izuku then hung up, putting the phone in his pocket, "hey shigaraki, i called kurogiri, we need to go, can you walk?" izuku asked, seeing shigaraki stand up, shaking as he did so, "y-yeah, i can walk, just give me a minute. . ." 

'. . . you better be fine dumbass. . .'