Tics and Scratches

Chapter 2

Bakugo was convinced time had slowed down. Maybe God was actually real and enjoying his suffering so much they decided to make this the longest week to ever fucking exist. On a brighter note, he had finally finished that homework. He knew the answers he had put down were dodgy at best but hey, quantity over quality right? Realistically Aizawa was going to be angry...or concerned? Katsuki hadn't handed in a dud piece of work since he started UA - elementary school in fact and Aizawa was well aware of that. However, Katsuki had better things to be worrying about for once. Ever since he apparently 'threw' that one 'designer' chair Mitsuki had been going out of her way to make sure they "spend time as a family." Katsuki wasn't buying any of her bullshit, this was more suspicious than the LoV. Unfortunately it wasn't like he could just ignore his unnecessarily loud mother when she had stationed herself at his bedroom door and that is how he found himself in the living room ,once again, watching some shitty movie. At least it was better than the increasingly violent board games they had been playing the past few nights. In all honesty Katsuki had no idea what movie they were even watching and he was sure Mitsuki was clueless as well. He was too absorbed in the tingling pressure that had clawed its way up his back into his neck again and the eyes that he could feel burning into his soul. He knew she was waiting for him to twitch just so she could tell him off.

 His entire body had been completely tensed for a good few minutes now in a desperate attempt to stop the incoming shiver. Fucking hell he hated this feeling. It was getting worse and worse and wor-ah shit. He finally felt relief as his head shuddered before slamming so far down he was practically folded in half. Katsuki, with a combination of hero training and being the smoothest motherfucker to live, deemed the least suspicious thing to do was to just stay folded. Maybe he could pull off feeling sick...stomach cramps? Overwhelming fatigue? Nope nope no abort, he could see Mitsuki's ridiculously fluffy slippers just inches from him. He took a few deep shuddering breaths. Maybe if he suddenly started gagging she would leave in an attempt to save her precious shoes. Unfortunately, for once he hadn't executed his plan fast enough. A burning sensation ripped through his scalp as his mother grappled with his hair and yanked him into standing. 

"Are you really so starved for attention that you feel the need to throw yourself around? What do you want? Sympathy? Well you certainly aren't getting it after that shit show of a kidnapping." She was almost deadly calm as she spoke. She had her nose practically touching Katsuki's, daring him to try and pull off one of his usual stunts. He could feel the shivers building yet again but Mitsuki had such an iron like grip on his head that he knew he wouldn't be able to move. As the seconds went by Mitsuki's grip grew tighter and tighter, if he didn't reply soon he was going to end up returning to UA sporting a highly in fashion bald patch.

"I told you I can't help it you old hag now let me fucking go" He seethed. 

"Of course you can help it" Her voice was getting increasingly loud to accompany the slowly tightening grip stuck in his hair. "Its not like you have tics Katsuki, stop making fun of kids that do. God you really are a fuck up aren't you?"

Katsuki's entire body was burning with the need to move at this point. His eyes were becoming suspiciously wet but he was determined to not cry about this in front of satan herself. She'd grabbed his hair pulling and screaming so many times before so why was he getting so upset now? By now Masaru was long gone, yet again scarpering to hide in the bedroom to escape Mitsuki's blossoming rampage. He had never made any attempt to help Katsuki when Mitsuki  went just that little bit too far with his punishments. To be fair, Katsuki didn't really blame him - it would be a lot more trouble that it was worth. 

This time Katsuki's mistake was rooted in an attempt to maintain his pride. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut and open a couple of times in a desperate attempt to somehow absorb the tears back into his body. Of course with his luck once he'd started he just couldn't stop. Thankfully his body had indeed retained the tears but now he couldn't fucking see for more than half a second. That was all he needed though as he caught glimpses of his mums face darkening. Finally she let go of his poor hair allowing his head to whip downward a couple more times. At this point Katsuki had just accepted that he was well and truly fucked and braced himself. He knew what was about to happen after all.