Blue Dandelions

Blueberry Pie | lifeaccordingtocass

Summary:

After being discharged from the hospital the day before, Izuku was already up and about, getting what he needed for his apology dinner. Because yes, even though Izuku wasn't the one to throw his husband down the stairs, or destroy something that was very precious to him, or make his life a living hell for the last two years, Izuku needed to apologize. The restraining order, the divorce, he was way out of line for all that. If R thought he should be an obedient, sweet, little housewife, then so be it. He'd make him eat those words.

Or

Izuku plots the murder of his abusive husband, and Katsuki helps him.

Notes:

cw: misgendering, abuse, descriptions of murder and torture.

The couple who kills together, stays together.

This is honestly different than anything I've ever written before, but I've been wanting to write something like this for a long time.

Chapter One

On an early fall morning, Izuku was perusing the aisles of the local grocery store at a leisurely pace. Izuku was making the perfect apology meal—his husband's favorite, a big ole Pot Roast. Honestly, he had most of what he needed already at the house. The onions, carrots, and potatoes were harvested from the garden that morning; the stock had been made fresh the day before; sprigs of thyme and rosemary just had to be plucked. All Izuku needed for the main course was the chuck roast; five pounds to be exact, and some red wine; Pinot noir should be perfect. Then for dessert, another of his husband's favorites; A fresh blueberry pie. Izuku grabbed the blueberries, but he made sure to get some blueberry jelly, just in case. There was one other secret ingredient needed ... but he'd get that later.

But ... if Izuku didn't need much from the store, why was he staying there so long, you may ask. There was no rush, nothing for Izuku to be anxious about, and the longer he stayed in the store, the less conspicuous it seemed. There were eyes and ears everywhere in that little town, specifically on him. There was nothing to hide, and he made sure people saw him too.

"Oh, good morning, Izuku! How are you?"

"Just fine, mighty fine, even. I'd say If I was doing any better there'd be two of me," Izuku would say with a smile, and light giggle; like everything was just so. Complaints weren't allowed, it's against company policy.

"Oh, well bless your heart, I'm so glad!" I'm sure you are ... "I'm happy to see that you're up and moving around so soon. You and — should really see about gettin' those stairs carpeted, you know? That hardwood can just get so slick. I know a fella if you need—" Blah, blah, blah.

It was the same thing, over and over. They knew damn well that Izuku didn't trip down a flight of stairs, but they'd never say or suggest otherwise. He may be a little clumsy at times, but christ he'd never done that before. It was easier to ignore the purple-ish hue creeping past the foundation on his face and the long sleeve shirts in the middle of ninety degree weather than to do something really brave.

Izuku's mind would go to the worst possible scenarios. Maybe—like his husband would say—they all thought he was a freak. Izuku was in the middle of transitioning, and maybe they thought he was deserving of the beatings. It was a small town, and these were simple-minded people. But truly, Izuku didn't think that was the case. It took a little bit to get used to, of course, but they were very cautious of his pronouns and made sure never to use his dead name. When he finally cut his hair short, people were very encouraging, and actually seemed proud of him.