Forced Manipulation

Prologue

"GOD DAMN IT MITSUKI!" Masaru's usually soft voice boomed throughout the Bakugou household. "YOU CAN'T JUST SIT THERE AND GLARE AT ME ALL NIGHT WITHOUT TELLING ME WHY!"

Katsuki groaned, putting his pillow over his head as an attempt to block out the shouting. This had been the third fight this week alone. They would always shout like this during the day, whether they were in public or not, if something that Masaru or Mitsuki did pissed one of them off, it was almost guaranteed a shouting match. However, they never seemed to shout at each other in front of Katsuki and the ash-blonde couldn't figure a reason why that was. Could it be to install some sort of false hope that everything was all right? Or did they not want to traumatize him with their bullshit? He honestly didn't know. What they didn't know, however, was the effect their fighting took on Katsuki. The ash-blonde would often lose sleep as he wouldn't be able to sleep due to the loud commotion. Their arguing would also cause him to lash out in school, whether it was him staying up too late or the fact that he might be the reason why they were fighting. Katsuki hasn't been the best student per se, often getting into several incidents with bullying. He didn't want to bully though, for he only did it so that his parents wouldn't take out their aggression on each other and work together to discipline him. At least then the fighting would subdue for a little while. As Mitsuki and Masaru shout at each other, Katsuki slowly lifts up his pillow, curiosity taking over his every move. He needed to know more, he needed to see if they would make up again.

"I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT MASARU." Katsuki heard his mother's shrill voice snarl. "I'M AN ADULT. I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT AND YOU CAN'T DO A DAMN THING ABOUT IT!"

"OH, HERE COMES THE SARCASM!"

"WATCH YOURSELF MASARU."

Katsuki sighed, sitting upright in his bed, giving up on getting even the slightest of sleep. His ruby eyes glanced over to his nightstand. His eyes fixated on the half-empty bottle of water that he would keep in case he got thirsty and would be too lazy to get up from his bed. He unscrewed the cap and took a large sip, the water replenishing his thirst. As he continued to take smaller sips, so that he would choke, he continued to listen, curiosity overtaking him, wondering what his father would say.

"OR WHAT? HOW ABOUT YOU STOP WHINING LIKE A BITCH AND LET OUR FUCKING SON SLEEP?!"

Katsuki's eyes went wide, inhaling the rest of his sip unintentionally, sending him into a coughing fit. As he coughed, part of him was upset with his father for talking that way to his mother, no matter what she did, he should never call her a bitch, no matter what the reason was. That part of him wanted to stomp down those stairs and cuss his father out in order to stick up for his mom. However, the other half of him was amazed by his father. Usually, he wouldn't call her any names of that extreme whenever they were arguing, while his mother would call him every name in the book, sometimes making words up on the spot to insult him. He had to give it to his father though, he never thought he'd see the day his father would have the courage to say such a thing to his mom. Katsuki braced himself, hearing the audible gasp come from his mother, knowing that a hellstorm was coming soon.

His eyes went wide when he heard a swift, but a loud smack come from downstairs. He shouldn't have been surprised though, for the ash-blonde has said much less brutal insults and received a smack to the back of his head from his mother.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! YOU CALLED ME A BITCH WHILE YOUR GODDAMN CHILD IS IN THE FUCKING HOUSE?!" Mitsuki shouted, her voice seemingly shook the house. "YOU'RE AN AWFUL PERSON!"

"I'M AWFUL?!"

"YES, YOU ARE!" Mitsuki shouted. "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I MARRIED YOU!"

Those eight words caused the entire house to fall silent, other than Katsuki's light breathing. His mom didn't mean that.... right...? They were supposed to love each other... Maybe she was just kidding! Everything was going to be ok, his parents would make up again, they'd still be together, and he wouldn't have to worry about them splitting up!

For the rest of that night, the Bakugou house remained silent, leaving Katsuki to his own thoughts on what happens next. Could his parents be making up as they speak? Were they just going to bed? Katsuki shuddered at the thought of them going to bed. Usually, whenever they fought, Masaru would have to sleep on the couch, often to just avoid Mitsuki until the next morning. Katsuki didn't like that his father would have to spend the night on the couch again. The couch itself was a good place to rest, but not a substitution for a bed.

Katsuki let out a loud sigh, before flopping over to his side. He closed his eyes, finally allowing sleep to beckon him once more