Shoto nodded to sitter on-call, Hizashi Yamada.
"What do we so badly need to talk about?" Bakugo asked, accepting the ramen with the slightest and pettiest bow in all of Japan.
"I think you should know what happened last night." Todoroki admitted. "I just didn't want to tell you at school in case that… part of you woke up again."
Bakugo had only one desk chair and Mic offered it up, but the boys agreed to just sit cross-legged on the floor.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean 'part of me waking up'?"
Todoroki shrugged. "There's a part of me that gets activated when I'm stressed or triggered. It's fight-or-flight."
Bakugo snorted. "Well I have no flight instinct. It's only fights for me." He said, jamming his pointed thumb against his chest, proudly.
Shoto sipped his broth from the plastic bowl. "Right. Sure." Shoto said, amused. That elicited an immediate frown from Katsuki. Shoto contined. "I offered for you to start therapy at the same time as me. That was it. I don't know what set you off. You may think that you don't need it. I'm here to tell you that you do. And it's going to take time and suck. Only a coward would avoid it. Are you a coward?" He knew that he was playing with fire here. Testing Bakugo never went well, but it wasn't like his classmate could straight up attack him with Yamada in the room.
Katsuki was back to his defensive self for a second. "Okay, IcyHot. I'll talk. But only to prove that I don't need it."
"Give it three sessions. Promise me." Todoroki dared.
"Fine." Bakugo agreed. He looked down at his classmate's outstretched hand and shook. "Now you have to do me a favor." He returned.
Shoto raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"
Katsuki lowered his voice. "How do I get rid of a rash?"
Shoto leaned back. "You actually have to use the cream instead of throwing it out in my trashcan."
Mic didn't seem to care about the exchange of secrets. Bakugo frowned and leaned back. "Fine."
After Todoroki left, Aizawa came in to relieve Yamada. Bakugo stood up. "You!"
"Yes." Aizawa frowned, taking a clipboard from his husband.
"No!" Bakugo shouted. He could feel the panic rising in his chest. The thoughts came racing. You couldn't even keep me safe. Isn't that your job?! YOU are the one who disciplines me! You are the reason I got a spanking! You are going to fall asleep and I am going to get taken again. Actually! Scratch that! I DARE the villains to come after me again. I DARE them to find me. I will find them instead! YES! Tonight! I'll KILL them.
"Calm your breathing." Aizawa ordered, as he checked his phone. He slipped it back into his pocket. Bakugo didn't and his instructor looked at the student. "Now. You're having racing thoughts."
The teen didn't notice, but Shota did- the quick flicker to the doorknob and then the window. He was looking to run away. His body language also changed to the defensive- fists balled up and knees bent, dominant leg forward. He was sweating. Aizawa sighed. "Stop it now." He put in eyedrops as he talked and made sure to erase the boy's quirk. Bakugo felt his power drain and felt weaker. He shook himself out of it.
"What happened?" He asked.
"You were having a trauma episode. Probably racing thoughts, too." Aizawa answered in earnest. He watched as his student sat down on the side of his bed. He also watched, to his annoyance, that Katsuki was STILL sitting uncomfortably.
"Where's your prescription that Recovery Girl filled for you? You should be able to sit better by now."
Katsuki crossed his ankles and folded his hands in his lap, pouting. He looked away. "I dunno."
Aizawa's eyes glowed red. "Don't you dare lie to me."
Bakugo felt his heart racing again. He looked from the window to the door.
"I said that I don't know. I can't find it."
There was another knock at the door. Katsuki welcomed the invitation to avoid the conversation and found no one there. Outside his door, wrapped in paper was what he opened to find the medicated cream, Todoroki's back entering the elevator.
"And what do we have here?" Aizawa asked as Katsuki looked down at the unwrapped tube.
"Someone must have found it." Katsuki shrugged.
"And how would they know it to be yours?" The instructor asked.
Shit. Bakugo could have just told the truth a few minutes ago and not have dug himself into this hole, but alas. He did not. Now he was going to have to keep lying. Or tell the truth. He decided to submit and do the latter.
"I didn't want it and so last night while everything was happening, I threw it out into Shoto's trash. The bin right inside the door." He stared at his unimpressed teacher, even more annoyed now somehow that he wasn't being chastised or getting a reaction. "And I'm not sorry. I think it's stupid that I can't just do laundry instead."
"You were sleeping in my class. Absolutely not. You're on thin ice, Bakugo. Lie again and you're getting a spanking. Now, go brush your teeth, get some homework done, and get changed for bed."
With a heavy frown, the student grabbed a small, zippered pouch with toothpaste, a toothbrush, and some shampoo.
"I'm taking a shower." He announced.
"Hm." Aizawa more-or-less agreed.
After getting ready for bed and doing an hour of homework, Bakugo became tired, but refused to give into sleep. It was nearing late into the night and Aizawa looked up from his phone quickly when he heard a thump. He whipped his head over to the right to see his most troublesome student lifting his head, looking surprised.
"You slammed your head into the desk, falling asleep." Shota frowned. "Just like in class. Get changed and go to bed."
Bakugo pushed his chair back and took his phone off of the charger. He went to lay down on his bed and turned the brightness up on the phone, hoping to keep himself awake. After a few minutes, Aizawa Sensei turned off the light and opened the top drawer of the student's dresser, where his changing supplies were kept.
"Now." He ordered.
"No." Bakugo said, somewhat sounding like a question.
"Katsuki Bakugo." Aizawa full-named, feeling a headache coming on. "Stand up."
"What?" The boy asked, suddenly realizing his ass was on the line.
"We're going to the clinic." Aizawa threatened, grabbing the doorknob.
"Why?!" Katsuki panicked.
The instructor continued. "Well, you are obviously inept at changing yourself so Recovery Girl can do it. She is a nurse."
Now Bakugo was standing, but backed against the wall. "I'll- I'll behave." He stuttered.
"Good." Aizawa sighed and let go of the doorknob. He pulled out the chair. "When I'm done with you, I'm positive you will."
