Midoriya was hesitant at the order to pull his pants down. He bit his nails, and when he was asked to again, he pulled his fingers away from his mouth.

"Do I really have to?" He squeaked.

"Are you being intransitive on purpose?" Aizawa asked, pointedly. He waited for the boy's next move, and luckily it was to unzip his pants. Izuku stepped out of the garment and asked if he had to take his boxers off, too. "It's on the bare." his teacher explained. "Yes." Shota waited for a moment as the boy folded his boxers and covered himself before sitting on the couch in his personal office and inviting the boy over his lap.

Izuku Midoriya was tall and lanky but firm with muscle. He had grown so much since he entered school in the fall. Sadly, this didn't seem to apply to the brain development of impulses, because maturity-wise, he was still very young. Aizawa made sure to explain the significance of Young Midoriya's actions, but wasn't too hard on the boy. He did choose not to drink and that was good. Shota felt selfish. Part of the reason that he was so hard on the young boys this time around was because he thought that kids with so-and-so valuable quirks had been taken. It wasn't until 3am, when Mic pointed out that Aizawa himself wouldn't be able to handle losing a student, he realized: yes. He could not bear to lose a kid. Not on his watch. He should be focused on instilling some common sense in the kids, but he was more concerned on how it affected HIS own mental health.

"You have fifteen minutes with no implement and fifteen swats with the paddle. You will cry. You will wonder why you did this and you WILL remember this punishment." Aizawa stated before bringing down the first swat. The boy stiffened into a rigid board but could not hold the flexed position- and the shock wore off, because as predicted, the boy began to cry around the second minute.

"Please, Sensei!" Izuku sniffed. "I can't do this!"

"Yes, you can." Shota stated, dryly.

"No! Really! I- I've never been spanked. I'm sorry!" Midoriya begged.

But Shota kept spanking the boy and explained that it would not bruise or break skin. It would be red, maybe purple, and hot to the touch. He explained that Izuku would sleep on his tummy and that he would probably cry again. He also explained that spankings brought up a lot of emotion. It would be okay to discuss this with him individually or he could seek fellowship with the other spanked students, but it would be uncomfortable, for sure. Midoriya understood that he was not a bad kid, but a kid who made a bad decision. He understood those words, but he still didn't see why he couldn't just get punched in the face. This seemed far too embarrassing and there was no way in HELL that he could talk to Kacchan about this. Him and his buddies, Denki and Eijirio probably wouldn't cry, he assumed.

For ten more minutes, there was silence with the dialogue. Izuku was crying too hard for it to make sense anyways. Had he really never had a spanking? He thought. When he was four, he put the end of a chopstick in a power socket and his mother, terrified her son had been shocked, popped him on the bottom. But that was all that he had ever truly experienced. He was all-around a GOOD kid.

"Stand." Aizawa ordered. But sometimes the students kinda melted and went limp. Midoriya slid his abdomen off of Shota's knees and knelt on the floor, pulling his shirt down his genitals and keeping his bottom an inch above his heels. He stayed in that "frozen chair hold" position while Aizawa got up and pulled out a mean looking paddle. Like, if paddles had quirks, this one's would rival All-For-One's.

The boy finally pushed off of the coffee table into a stand and followed directions to bend over the couch. Once he did, he rubbed his burning rear, instinctively.

"Hands away from your bottom." Aizawa ordered. "I won't bruise your butt, but this paddle can sting your knuckles horribly and you need to be able to write another apology. This time to All Might. You do understand that he risked his health to search for you in every place he could think you might be taken to? Quirkless, that man searched for YOU. Yes, he looked for any of you boys, but he took responsibility to keep you alive. Does that mean nothing? I guess so."

That dug too deep into Izuku. He took a swat, now crying again- tears of frustration. He took the fifteen and then was instructed to replace his clothes and stand in the corner while his instructor documented the disciplinary session.

Aizawa heard a shaky breath and turned around. Midoriya was shivering and had his teeth clenched. Something was emotionally disturbing the boy.

"Hm?" He asked. "Speak your mind."

"No." Izuku said, shaking his head."No, I can't."

Aizawa sat down on the couch and looked at the boy. "Come here. Tell me what's wrong?"

Midoriya walked over, stiffly and broke down, falling to his knees, and bowing his head on the floor. "I fucked up! I fucked up, okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry to you, to Mic Sensei, to All Might,! I didn't think anyone would notice that we were gone and I worried you and I take responsibility. Please, JUST FORGIVE ME, ALL MIGHT!" He screamed.

There was a knock on the door. Aizawa sighed. "Come in, Toshinori."

All Might stuck his head in and sighed, shaking it. "Get up, Young Midoriya. Come here. I heard you. I waited outside of the door."

Midoriya stood, shakily and zombie-walked over into a stiff hug. Toshinori patted the top of the teen's head. "It's okay now. I forgive you. I'll walk you back to the dorms."

Izuku buried himself in the man, calming down slowly. "It hurt, All Might. It hurt a LOT."

"Then don't do it again, promise?" The boy's idol asked.

Never had he nodded, harder. "I'm so sorry. Yes, All Might Sensei."

"Good. Let's go."

And so Aizawa stayed and waited until he was ready to go and get his next teen: Katsuki Bakugo.