Forced Manipulation

Chapter Thirty-Four

(The next morning)

Katsuki's eyes slowly peeled open, the bright sunlight interrupting what little sleep he got. He groaned slightly as he put a hand up to cover his eyes. He hadn't gotten much sleep on account of the amount of pain that was running through his body. It was almost as if Jason had thrown lighter fluid all over the ash blonde's back, set it ablaze, and left him there to burn. Katsuki let out a quiet sniffle, before rolling out of his bed, making sure to be extra careful so that the pain wouldn't return. He shuffled over to his dresser, pulling out a large, bright orange, worn-out sweater, which was loose enough to not cause any more damage to his back. However, as he struggled to put it on carefully, he winced at the feeling of the fabric dragging down his back. God, it hurt so much, he was tempted to just go downstairs shirtless to avoid the pain of putting a shirt on. Maybe then his mother would finally see just how awful Jason was to him.

Deep down though, he knew that she wouldn't care about what her husband did to the ash blonde. Hell, she would probably yell at him to put a shirt on, that her house was not a barn and how he had to dress 'appropriately'. Jason, on the other hand, would probably stare at him, due to the fact that he was shirtless, where he could admire his handiwork.

He sighed again.

He had the opportunity to go away from Jason once again, yet it slipped through his fingers. All because he was afraid of what Jason would do to him. As the ash-blonde continued to ponder about how screwed he was, a thought came to his head.

Hank was still in the country, right?

Katsuki's eyes sparkled at the thought, sure, it'd be scary going to a new place, but maybe he could adjust there. He had done some research on the area to see what life would be like living in the United States. And it turned out that it wasn't as bad as he thought! Maybe he could adjust to life in the United States! Although if he were to leave Japan, he would never be able to get to apologize to Izuku for all the things he did to the green-haired male. He knew that Izuku wouldn't forgive him for what he did, but he had to at least try and clear the air between them. Maybe he could go over to their house before he left with Hank? Would Jason even allow him to do that?

He guessed there was only one way to find out.

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"Oh, look who finally decided to wake up!" Jason exclaimed as he took a small sip from your coffee. "It's eight am! Why didn't you get up?!"

"S-Sorry, sir..." Katsuki mumbled, looking down. "I didn't get much sleep..."

"I don't want to hear your excuses! You know the rules!"

"Is he downstairs?!" Mitsuki asked, her head peering out of the kitchen. "YOU!"

Katsuki flinched at his mother's harsh tone. Why was his mother angry with him?! Was she that upset he got up late?! His heart began to race as she barrelled towards the ash blonde, her death glare burning holes through the vibrant red-eyed blonde. A chill ran down his spine as fear overtook his senses. He wanted to back away from her, to prevent whatever anger she was going to take out on him, yet when he tried to move backward, he was paralyzed by fear. She raised a hand up and brought it down on Katsuki's face, making sure it was her ring hand. Katsuki winced as he felt the familiar burning sensation return to his cheek, turning it bright red. He could feel blood trickle down his face from where her wedding ring made contact with his face. She rose her hand up again and brought it down, harder than before.