"I have a question, Sensei." Todoroki said, walking in. He didn't need Mic to tell him to enter- he just walked right in, putting on a brave face.
"What's your question?" Shota asked.
Shoto slipped his hand into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a card. "I have my brother's identification. Should I turn it over?"
Aizawa nodded. "Yes, I will take that. It can be returned to your parent only, however, I'm afraid. Endeavor will have to come to the school."
"I explained the situation." Todoroki said, hanging his head.
"Forearms on the couch, underwear and pants off." Aizawa instructed, whilst looking at the card. He bought them off an app scanning THIS?! He wondered what else kids could purchase...
The paddle was unlocked and Shoto was down to just a collard shirt. The kid dressed well for an ass whooping. However, his shoulder's were unbelievably tense and he nervously pulled down the front tails of the shirt to cover himself. He fiddled with them, rubbing the fabric and visibly shaking.
It was up to Aizawa to decide how to do this. Todoroki was exuding an anxious aura but trying to look calm. The student placed his forearms on the back of the couch and widened his stance.
"It's alright to be nervous. Have you ever been spanked before?" Aizawa asked.
"Practically daily until I was thirteen." Shoto scoffed.
Shota would ask the boy more after the spanking. He made the executive decision to just get it over with. "Let me be straightforward with you, Todoroki." Aizawa began. "It's going to hurt but I won't be unfair. You and the boys are each getting twenty. You would get more if you had smoked, but I must write home to your family to tell them that you broke the law."
"Please just do it. Fast." Shoto pled.
With a nod, Aizawa placed one hand on Todoroki's back to stabilize the shaking boy and with the other arm, he popped the boy twenty times with little pause.
"Pull your pants up." The teacher ordered. "Then sit on the couch. We need to talk, Todoroki. About what's going on at home."
Shoto did, and he sat gingerly on the couch cushions. "Nothing is wrong at home." He said.
"OK." Aizawa shrugged. "So whom did you live with? Before the dorms."
"My father and my siblings." Todoroki said. "My mom's been in the hospital since she burned my face."
That part was already known to staff. Enji Todoroki, the father, wrote it in the report. Aizawa leaned forward, mimicking Shoto's hunched posture to gain some trust. "And why did you get spanked when you were a kid. Were you bad?"
The boy shook his head. "No, I was human. I made mistakes." He looked up. A tear was falling down his face, but he pretended it was not there. "Can I go now?" He asked.
"One more question." Aizawa said, standing, to gain the power in the room. "Why'd you buy the cigarettes?"
A look of relief fell over the boy. "Katsuki told me to. He threatened to burn my other eye."
But surprisingly Todoroki said the second line with a laugh. He wasn't scared. Then why buy them?
"I wanted him to owe me." Todoroki answered, seeing the puzzlement on his teacher's face. He winced as he stood. "I've turned in my phone already. Can I go?"
"Straight to bed." Aizawa nodded.
"Goodnight, Sensei." Shoto bowed.
After a few minutes, Katsuki Bakugo showed. Aizawa opened the door and ordered the boy in. Katsuki kicked off his dorm slippers and placed them by the entryway before walking to the couch. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and underwear and pulled them down before moving them to the side with his foot.
"Try again." Shota frowned. "Fold them and place them on the end table, please."
Bakugo glared back before he lost the nerve and quickly put his head back down to pick up and fold his clothes and place them beside the couch on the end table. The boy readied himself by placing his forearms on the back of the couch and waiting for the swing. He glared into the wall, ahead, as his instructor detailed what to expect for the spanking. Katsuki nodded.
POP! Came the first crack. Then the second.
"Ah!" Bakugo's breath hitched, but nonetheless, he stayed up and took the spanking. Before he left, he received another lecture.
Finally Aizawa saw that all of the boys who received their punishment were in their beds, as it neared later in the night. Yamada was up doing paperwork.
"Any bruises?" Hizashi asked, popping his head up from his desk. He was typing up the forms that would be sent home to parents.
"Never have, never will. I have an expert arm." Shota said, leaning back in his chair. It was now nine o' clock and Hizashi allowed Shota to get some sleep while he ran to the drug store, off-campus. While he was there, he noticed a delivery order with U.A.'s address on it- Class 1-A's dorm specifically. A university-aged student picked it up and set it on the back of his bike. Mic snapped a picture, casually, before the kid took off.
"529 yen." The cashier rang up. Yamada paid for his energy drink and walked back to the school.
By his return, the student on the bike was gone. Damn. He thought. Hizashi had already texted Kayama Sensei. She didn't order anything.
"Excuse me." Came a voice. It caught Mic off guard. He was relieved to see it was his lucky evening! It was the university student. He apologized for obviously startling Hizashi. "What's the best way back to town?" He asked.
Yamada gave him some directions but stopped to ask who the package was for.
"Spiky blonde kid." The student responded. "Though I don't know what was in the package and I don't know that I'm at liberty to even tell you that much, but thank you for the directions."
"Yeah, no problem." Mic said, waving the boy off. "Turn your light on you bike, too. Cars go by pretty quickly."
He carried on into the building, swiping his staff identification card by the glass doors and entered in through the lobby, before unlocking the suite room door and closing it, quietly behind him. Aizawa was asleep. Good.
The voice hero cracked open an energy drink and sat back down at his desk. He wondered how Bakugo could have made an order without his phone. It's not as though he couldn't have used his laptop. Hizashi gave a look through the paperwork of disciplinary action and sent the emails out. He couldn't imagine that anyone would be thrilled to know that their child was caught smoking, but with the exception of Todoroki, this was not a FIRST letter being sent home.
"I detest those." Came a grumble from the bed. It was Shota. Awake, sitting up in bed- his hair tied up in a messy bun. He was clad in just his boxers and a t-shirt. "Why do you need an energy drink? Come to bed."
"I still have to grade." Yamada admitted, uneasily. No one likes the Eraserhead-glare. "I'm way behind on the upcoming midterm preparedness, too."
"I'll help." Shota said, sliding his legs off the bed and standing.
Yamada got up and chuckled."No way. Your English is trash."
"Yeah, well if you had let me focus, I would have gotten higher grades." Aizawa frowned. "Instead I got a spanking in front of the class."
"That was a decade ago! And I did too!" Hizashi whined. "And besides, I made the class interesting."
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel a sleep-deprivation headache. "Why do I argue?"
"Go to bed, my love." Yamada cooed. Aizawa did.
Around 11, Hizashi went for the final lights-out check. All were off, except for the distinct light creeping under Katsuki's room. He knocked on the door and the lights turned out.
"Bakugo, open the door." Mic ordered. "We need to talk and you don't want Aizawa Sensei in on your purchase, now do you?"
There was a moment of silence before the boy, himself, appeared, halfway, standing in just his boxers, an ice pack held against his bottom. "I didn't buy anything, Mic Sensei." He lied.
Hizashi clocked in on the nicotine patch on his arm from the mirror in his room.
"And what's with the patch?" Mic asked.
Katsuki gulped, but tried to remain cool. "Look, with all due respect, I was addicted and there's no taper. I need it. I didn't do anything garish."
Hm. That was a spelling test word he just used. Mic thought before replying. "You lied. That's an offense. Come downstairs and we'll get it over with. Bring the patches. We're locking them in contraband. And please throw some clothes on." Hizashi said. The teen didn't move. "Now." He added, getting a slight eye roll.
He waited outside the door for a minute before Bakugo appeared in a tank top. Damn it. I shouldn't have lied. He thought. But it was too late. Here came another demerit...