A/N: Welcome to a new story. You look lovely today, dear reader. Please note that this may not be your cup of tea if you don't like hurt/comfort or corporal punishment (nonconsensual discipline of a minor i.e. spanking) if you do like that kind of stuff, jump on in!
"What?! Gonna cry home to Mommy about it, Deku?" Katsuki Bakugo taunted.
"Hold him back, Eijirio!" Denki shouted, doing his best to stop people from opening the classroom doors to see the fight in progress. Students of Class 1-A at U.A. and some of class 1-B were pushing in against the door and Denki Kamianri was losing the battle. He pressed his back against the door and dug the rubber soles of his shoes into the tile floor. "I'm not afraid to shock you!" He shouted at the unruly crowd.
Outside the doors, Kyoka Jiro was listening in, one headphone jack plugged into the wall.
"Who is it?!" Toru Hagakure demanded, flailing her invisible arms.
"Who do you think?! It's Bakugo and Deku again!" Jiro shouted over the crowd.
Mina Ashido was getting impatient. "Oh crap, here comes Eraserhead."
A horrible "Crunch!" was heard and there was silence as the students departed.
"Unbar the door." Came the command from their teacher.
Shota Aizawa was many things, but 'patient'… his husband Hizashi Yamada would tell you was not a quality of his. Speaking of, Present Mic, Mr. Yamada Sensei himself was the one who heard about the fight and was walking behind his husband, whom, kicked in the door.
Blood was running down Izuku Midorya's nose in a thick and warm stream. He wiped it across his fingers and shook it off his hand, splattering the crimson liquid against the window.
"I don't need a quirk to wipe the floor with you!" Bakugo shouted. "And you should know what being quirkless is like! You should STILL! KNOW!"
Midoriya didn't take that, however, and Eijiro Kirishima had long since let go of Bakugo and ran from the room, bumping into Denki, who was already captured in the hallway. Mic stopped both boys and held them tight by the backs of their uniforms.
"Now, my little listeners." The instructor began lecturing. "Be good and still and no one needs new eardrums."
Denki and Eijiro shared winces. No one wanted to hear Mic shout. He had a voice quirk and could shout louder than a jet's engines from less than a meter away.
Bakugo was on top of Midoriya and now, too, had a bloody nose. The two flipped positions on who was on top as they rolled around, grabbing hair and throwing punches for an additional ten seconds. Shota Aizawa could erase quirks with his gaze, but could not, in fact, erase stupidity. He ripped them apart with his bare hands and used his scarf, a capture weapon, to restrain them, with arms down at their waists.
"Sit." He ordered, checking a chair into the back of Katsuki's knees, forcing the teen to sit. Midoriya took the hint and sat to the side, where a chair had been righted, from previously being on its side. "Bring in Kaminari and Kirishima, please, Hizashi."
The other two boys walked in on their own, Present Mic behind. "Take a seat, boys."
Aizawa watched as Bakugo drooled blood from a cut lip and Midoriya rubbed his face up against his shoulder. He released them from the scarf and wrapped it around his hands.
"What in the hell happened?" Aizawa asked.
The boys all began to talk at once, and at once they were silenced. It took mediation and an over-the-counter painkiller to sort out a headache and the cause of his student's fighting before the culprits, Bakugo and Midoriya, were instructed to seek medical attention from Recovery Girl. They, of course, were brought down by Present Mic, while Aizawa released Denki and Eijirio to dorm duties for the next week.
"But wait- we can't afford to miss something this weekend!" Denki exclaimed as he stopped in the doorway.
"Shut up, Denki!" Eijirio shushed, trying to shove his friend through the doorway.
Aizawa Sensei stopped and looked at the boys. "What can't you afford to miss?"
The boys both froze and looked at each other. Tell him about the party at Shoto's? No. Endeavour would somehow hear about it. Lie? Yes. Kirishima was down to lie but how would he tell that to Kaminari? A weight was lifted from his chest when he tuned back in to hear that Kaminari was stalling for time.
"Yeah, uh, we have a study session for your exam on the 29th, right Eijirio?" Denki lied.
Kirishima nodded. "Yes, and we want to get good scores, so we just have to be there."
A heavy and doubting look was written across Aizawa's face, but he played along. "So, you will both be there?"
"Yes, Sensei." The boys chorused.
Aizawa sighed. "Get out of here. Enjoy your Friday evening."
"Yes, Sensei!" The boys repeated, again, this time, without hesitation, running out of their classroom.
With no more students, Aizawa allowed himself a moment of peace and quiet before he steeled himself to wipe down the chalk boards and turn off the light. It was time for him to pick up Midoriya and Bakugo from Recovery Girl's office. They could enjoy another lecture. Pretty soon they wouldn't be sitting comfortably, anyways.