Bakugo ate in silence across from Todoroki. He had mentioned that he was going to counseling and Shoto had offered a quick few words of advice, to which Katsuki responded with: "get fucked."

Todoroki took the hint and they consumed rice with eggs, peacefully.

"Ready?" Kayama asked.

"Yes, Midnight Sensei." Bakugo said, standing up and taking his tray, bowl, and chopsticks over to the return atop the trash cans before he followed her out.

"We're going to my office." She said, hinting for him to follow. He did but the closer they got to the staff hallway, the slower he walked until she had to stop to check in on him. "We're just getting acquainted today." She said. "You've got this."

The office was a few doors past Aizawa's and he worried that she heard his pathetic cries from getting his butt paddled on Wednesday. Regardless, he followed at a quicker speed and waited for the jingle of keys to unlock her door before he tentatively stepped in. She gestured for him to sit on the couch across from an armed chair.

"Do you hit kids, too?" Bakugo asked looking around?

She laughed lightly, caught off-guard by the phrasing. "I'm not a disciplinarian for the girls, no. I don't handle that. I'm not a homeroom teacher or a supplemental teacher. I'm mostly paperwork and the two classes you have with me for your grade. You report to Aizawa and Yamada Senseis though, right?"

Bakugo shifted uncomfortably, thinking of the spankings and remembering that the diaper rash was still there since he forced himself to sit in a wet diaper for an hour longer than necessary from his own stubbornness.

Nemuri ignored the wiggle and instead sat back in the chair and clicked a pen on a pad of paper. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about your relationships with your teachers and classmates?" She began.

Relief. She didn't press any really hard questions to start. In fact, he could lie his ass off easily and avoid getting into anything serious. He talked a little about Kirishima and some about Kaminari. Then things got heavy when she shifted to asking about the bullying allegations and asking if he had a need for a sense of power. So much for 'easy' questions.

His pulse began to rise, rapidly. Bakugo's eyes darted from the pen and paper to the clock to the door.

"Can I leave?" Bakugo asked.

"Unfortunately, not until nine." She responded.

NINE?! That was, like, thirty minutes away. No. He had to go and he had to go NOW. Without a single thought in his head other than to GO, Katsuki shot up, threw open the lock, and bolted out the door. He felt the muscles in his legs screaming and suddenly it was as though he had never seen the school's layout before in his life. He was tired and woozy out of seemingly nowhere. The air in his nostrils smelled sweet and he pinched his nose under his shirt collar. She was close to him and using her quirk to subdue him- or she had done it while he was trying to escape. Could she have been that fast?

Stairs. There! He could go blow off some steam somewhere. Somewhere in town- away from the school. It was a Saturday. He could probably go wherever he wanted, right?! With that horrible idea, he went out of the school gates, zooming towards the dorms, intending to blow past them, and take a run towards his old neighborhood park. It was about a two-mile run.

Midnight had ripped her sleeve. The boy had inhaled enough he should get tired… and soon. She called on a walkie to the on-call staff, who was All Might. Realistically, Toshinori could not run that fast. Keep an eye on the kid, sure, but catch him? That was a whole other kettle of fish.

Luckily Hizashi was unsuccessfully taking a nap beside his husband, Shota, when he saw Nemuri run past. All Might was on the phone, calling someone else- probably Cementoss or Snipe. Hizashi slipped out of the bed, wrist seized by Aizawa, one eye open. "Where are you going?"

Yamada gently removed the hand and tied his hair back. "Young Bakugo just ran past. I'm going to fetch him." Aizawa got up. Yamada pushed his shoulders lightly and guided him back onto the bed. "Get some sleep, love. I'll be back."

By the time Mic made it out into the streets, Midnight was running past the dorms. She had made a five-minute walk from her office to the dorms in less than two minutes.

"You go left, I'll go right." She ordered Mic. He nodded and they split up.

Bakugo made it to the park, evermore tired. He found a place to hide under a bridge at the park and cursed the fact that he knew Midnight's mist had gotten through his system. The faster he ran and higher his pulse, the more active it became. Delusional and overconfident in his hiding spot, he decided to camp out for a few minutes and set a timer on his watch to wake him up in five minutes.

It was Ectoplasm who found him. The instructor had multiplied himself ten times over and searched the area with the rest of the party. When they found Katsuki, Midnight doused him up and they carried him back. The students had been away from the conflict, but word traveled quickly that Bakugo had run away. When they found him, the 1-A students were sent to their rooms for the bit it took to bring a sleeping Katsuki to the clinic.

Sleep did not come to Aizawa, however, as he felt entirely responsible for Bakugo's wellbeing and he had been waiting in the clinic and on the phone with Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo on behalf of Katsuki's behavior. He talked about sending him to a partial hospitalization program, which everyone agreed would probably be terrible. Aizawa filled them in on the nightmares, but out of respect and the maintaining of self-dignity, did not mention their solutions to bedwetting. Overall, Katsuki was on two out of three strikes. If he failed to reign in his behavior one more time- he was expelled for his own sanity.