Forced Manipulation

Chapter Fifty-One

(The next day.)

"Ah, Katsuki! You're finally awake!" Hank exclaimed as he saw the ash-blonde trudge down the stairs. The ash-blonde rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made it down the stairs. Katsuki smiled slightly, as he gave Hank a gentle wave.

"Good morning, sir," Katsuki muttered as a big, energetic grin formed on his face. For once, he got a good night's rest. He didn't have a single nightmare of his father tormenting him, which was something he hadn't had since the death of his father. To be honest, it was strange. But at the same time, it gave him a sense of peace and tranquility. Maybe that talk with Kiyoshi did more than he thought. He grabbed the back of the chair and pulled it back, sitting across from the silver-haired male. "How was your sleep?"

"I slept well. I can see you slept in, though," Hank snorted. "I hope you slept well. It's nearly ten AM, I was going to wake you, but I felt like you should sleep in. I mean, who hasn't slept in before? Anyways, I hope I didn't wake you up when I got home. I know I got home pretty late, I didn't know if I was being loud. I hope that didn't disturb your sleep schedule."

"Not at all," Katsuki said. "I didn't even know you came home."

"Oh, that's good!" Hank smiled. "I put it upon myself to make us some breakfast. I don't know much about preparing Japanese meals, so I made some food that I would have in Wyoming! Does bacon, eggs, toast, and hash browns sound good? My mother used to make that for me when I was your age!"

Katsuki nodded.

"Thank you, sir."

"It's no problem! It's sitting on the counter for you! Oh! Can you do me a favor, Katsuki?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you go and get the mail for me? I heard the truck come by, but I didn't feel comfortable getting it."

"No problem, sir!" Katsuki said as he made his way to the front door. "I'll get it right now!"

"Thank you, son!"

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The sun shined brightly as the ash-blonde walked off the porch, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight. It truly was a beautiful day outside. He hadn't seen a day like it for a long time. Or did he? He couldn't remember the last time he saw the sun shining this brightly, mainly because of the fact that he kept himself locked in his room for most of the time. As he continued to think about the last time he experienced such a beautiful morning, he finally reached the mailbox. He grabbed the small, metal door and pulled it open. There wasn't much in the small box, other than a few envelopes, probably from his mother's friends, congratulating her for getting married.