Shoto had not packed up yet. He decided that since he was unsure of when his siblings would be coming home, he would take his punishment as soon as possible. He took a deep breath after fidgeting with the buckle and stepped out of his pants and then his boxers. He covered himself with what little privacy his hands gave him before he was pulled over his father's lap. Tears stung his eyes.

"Why are you crying, Shoto?" Enji's deep voice asked, as he adjusted his son's hips and placed a hand on his back. "I'm not going to lie to you, Shoto. This is going to hurt. You are fifteen. You are not allowed to be drinking under any circumstances, and especially not dragging others into your delinquency. When I am done, you are excused to your room. Pack what you need for school and we are headed back."

"Yes, father." Shoto agreed, sadly. He adjusted his hips and crossed his ankles. He had a bad habit of kicking and throwing his hands behind him to cover his rear as a child and didn't want that to act up again. As soon as he bit down on his knuckle, his father's first reign of swats came down. Enji Todoroki lectured his son and he was not letting up. For minutes on end, he tanned his son's cheeks before he moved down to the sit-spots and thighs, which had Shoto crying and begging for his father to stop. Finally, he did.

"Get up and grab me your hairbrush." Enji ordered, standing his son up. Shoto had basically noodles for knees at that point and struggled to stand. He stopped crying out loud and instead stood and begged his father to use only his hands.

"Daddy, you hit too hard with the brush!" Shoto found himself whining like a little kid.

"NOW!" The great Endeavour raged, smacking Shoto's bottom and sending his sulking teen to grab a hairbrush and return.

It was something Shoto said that struck a chord with his father because Shoto felt like he got off easy. He had a few minutes meeting with the back of the hairbrush and then he was allowed to get dressed and pack for school. Fuyumi and Natsuo ended up coming home as Shoto was about to leave. They saw the bottles on the table and their youngest sibling's stiff gait.

"Dad didn't belt you, did he?!" Fuyumi asked, offended.

"No, no. It was the brush." Shoto replied, honestly. "But don't give him ideas..."

Natsuo gave his little brother an ice pack. "Dad's out front. Maybe come home sometime and don't get your ass whooped?"

Shoto received a pat on the shoulder and a hug from his sister. He returned it. "Yeah, sounds good." He said. "We'll have soba.

And with that promise, they returned Shoto to U.A.

Back inside the dorms, Midoryia and the BakuSquad waited anxiously. Aizawa knocked on Izuku's door. "Are you ready?" The instructor asked.

Izuku swallowed and nodded, getting up to follow. He was instructed to leave his phone, and so he did, but not until sending a group text.

I'm up first. Good Luck, everyone. -Deku

Katsuki felt his phone go off in his pocket. He checked the message. It's not too dramatic to jump out the window, is it? He wondered.

Back at the school, Midoriya obediently followed to Aizawa's office. He thought that he was going to absolutely pass out, but to his luck, he did not.

After a long, strangely calm, lecture, Izuku felt worse than he did ever before. The worst part was learning that All Might Sensei went looking for him. How could he betray that trust?! It was only after learning the other students whom were missing, that Toshinori could rationalize that this was just some dumb teen whim... sneaking out for a party.

And with that, the discipline began...