Katsuki sulked in the elevator, leaning back against his arms, braced on the handrail. His bottom was still burning and he walked out, following Mic, slowly. The "Reflection & Correction" Room was just called the Discipline room, as denoted by the plaque on the door, but some still called it the "R&C". It was designed to be calming on one half of the room, where the punishment was dolled out. One side had laminated tile flooring and a table with office chairs, meant for groups of students to write statements, if needed, while the other side looked like a living room, more-so. It had carpeting and a couch that Katsuki was familiar with bracing against the back of, but it also housed two arm chairs and a coffee table. There existed an out-of-place filing cabinet with a safe on top, and a desk, too.
Yamada Sensei pressed the combination on the safe and opened it. Bakugo pretended to be uninterested in the contents of the safe. Hizashi pulled out an white plastic bag with Katsuki's full name and placed the box of patches away. He was asked to throw away the one on his arm and ripped it off before regretting it. The adhesive was STRONG and his arm felt as though it had been slapped, full force, in just a few square centimeters.
"You can choose whether or not you want to write a statement." Mic said. "But I will still give you a spanking and your grounding is extended another day. You may return to using the common rooms and return to school on Tuesday, while the other boys return Monday. Am I understood?" The instructor asked.
There was a quick nod before Hizashi took a seat on the couch and told Bakugo to strip down so that he could ensure the boy would not bruise. Katsuki did so, begrudgingly but quickly, and was pulled over Mic's lap. Yamada swatted the boy's cheeks and the curve just under, which always burned and stung. He aimed for the tops of the thighs, too, covering the sit-spots. After about six or seven minutes, Bakugo was crying openly and threw his hand back. Hizashi reprimanded the boy and grabbed the wrist, pinning the arm back, before he finally stopped. He rubbed the small of Katsuki's back to lend some comfort, but then time was up and he was ordered to stand in the corner, while Mic did the staffing end of the paperwork.
Katsuki stood like a potted plant, arms by his side. He decided that he'd be as still as possible to show that it didn't hurt that bad... but it did.
At last, the boy was released and sent back up to his room, where it was lights out. Yamada ran into Midnight Sensei, who was checking in on the girls.
"Uraraka's still up." Kayama said. "Other than that, everyone's asleep.
"Why's she still up?" Hizashi asked.
"That's for me to find out and for you to go find your husband. He went looking for you about ten minutes ago." Nemuri declared, looking sternly at Mic. "You BOTH need some sleep."
Present Mic chuckled. "Yeah, ok."
He took the stairs down and checked his phone. 3 Missed Messages. 2 Missed Calls.
Aw, shit. His husband was gonna be MAD.
Nevertheless, Hizashi unlocked his door and looked for Eraserhead. Nowhere. It was almost 1 a.m. UGH! There was no way he was just going to fall asleep now. He got a call. He picked up.
"Hey, love. Where-"
"Nurse's Infirmary."
Hizashi was about to ask if anyone was hurt, but the dial tone rang. Damn it. At least that was close. He swiped his keycard and left the building and walked across the campus green to the infirmary, where Vlad was standing outside of the door- loud crying on the other side. It sounded like a teenager. A boy. Shinso Hitoshi.
"Shin, please. It's over. It was just a nightmare." Aizawa tried to soothe to no avail. Hizashi walked in and checked the scene out.
"I would just let the kid cry it out, but it's been two hours." Vlad offered to Hizashi. They all looked very tired.
"Yamada." Aizawa said, standing, one hand still placed on Shinso's shoulder. "He has a similar trouble as one of ours... nightmares."
"And Recovery Girl is...?"
"Not here." Eraserhead shrugged.
"He's on a medication for nightmares." Vlad offered. "I know he was a General Studies student, but since taking him into the hero course, things have been getting worse."
Shinso tried to talk and they listened. He was shaking and sniffling. Finally, he just shook his head and wiped his eyes. "I don't want to wear one. I'm fifteen."
"Oh, of course. You're fifteen, so logic doesn't apply." Aizawa said, monotonously. He sighed. "You can wear a pull-up like a big kid or get a spanking. We already have a student in nighttime diapers. You're not the first, Hitoshi."
"But I don't want to- I'll just stay up."
"You have to sleep sometime." Mic said.
Finally, Aizawa had enough, he turned on the shower in the bathroom of the infirmary overnight unit's bathroom and ordered Shinso in. The boy obeyed and Aizawa unlocked a drawer with overnight padded briefs and stretched one out before grabbing the fresh pajamas Vlad brought. He took away Shinso's other clothes and threw them in a washing machine down the hall before the boy got out, toweled off, and changed.
2 a.m.
Shinso walked back to the General Studies dorms, but was set to move to Class 1-A's dorm on the first floor, near the staff. His bottom was padded just slightly. Finally, Aizawa and Yamada got some much needed sleep.