That night, Izuku heard a knock on his door. Shit! He hadn't changed.
"I know I'm late." Aizawa said, as Midoriya opened the door, looking guilty.
"Please, come in." Izuku said, closing the door behind.
"Have you taken the antibiotics for the night?" Aizawa asked.
"No, Sensei." Midoriya replied in earnest. He thought. "Was I supposed to?"
"No. I am here to watch you take it and you had better be in a diaper."
Izuku scratched at the back of his head. "Well-"
A quick swat was delivered to the seat of his pants. Midoriya yelped.
"Wouldn't have hurt if you had a diaper on." His teacher lectured, sternly. "Chew up your medicine now."
Izuku rubbed his bottom. He was in pajamas and there wasn't much protection. "I put it on my desk, behind you. By the laundry basket."
Aizawa swiped up the med bottle and looked at the laundry basket. He swiveled around, quickly and looked angrily at his student. "You were given instructions to rest, Midoriya. Why are there gym clothes in your hamper?"
At this point, the student was well aware he fucked up. "I thought-"
"No. No you did not. Do not lie to me." Aizawa glared. Pants and underwear off. I'm spanking you for two minutes over my knee and you had better be incredibly grateful that that is all I am subjecting you to this evening.
Sadly, with his head hung low, Midoriya pulled down his pants and underwear and leaned over his teacher's lap, whom was sitting on his wooden desk chair. He took his spanking and his medicine and then was given two minutes to diaper up. He had a mild flu, still, and now had an even MORE freshly smarting bottom. At the final check-in, Aizawa patted the padded bottom and nodded, pulling back the covers for Izuku to crawl in, and shutting the blinds.
"Go to sleep." Aizawa commanded before leaving and closing Midoriya's door. He took the stairs down to the first floor, where Mic was coming out of Shinso's room.
"Is Hitoshi in bed, 'Zash?" Aizawa asked Hizashi.
Yamada sighed. "Not without a fight. How was Midoriya?" He opened the door to their suite.
"He's embarrassed to be showing signs of trauma." Shota sighed. He took a seat in his desk chair and turned around. "I'm going to pull Midoriya from training with Toshinori until his grades improve, too."
Yamada frowned and wrapped his arms around Aizawa's chest from behind. "Aw, C'mon, babe. That's what makes the kid have such a zest for hero work."
"Zash." Shota sighed in annoyance, shrugging off his loving husband. "That boy is trouble whether or not he intends to be. He may well beat Bakugo and Todoroki in his plight to be the number one hero, I mean-"
Hm. Aizawa couldn't say much more. That stress headache was building again. He stood and walked out to their kitchenette area to fix a cup of tea. Hizashi followed Shota and slipped his hands in the back-pocket of Aizawa's jumpsuit. "Take your clothes off, I want to top." Yamada whispered warm breath into Shota's ear.
Shota felt his cock swell. Mmm. Sex.
He turned around in his husband's embrace. "We have work to do."
Mic nibbled Shota's earlobe before placing a kiss on his neck. "What work? I don't hear any kids up."
They kissed, deeply, and by the time they were in their room, the tea was long forgotten, steeping in the teapot, and they were nude, Aizawa laying on his back, Mic rolling on a condom.
Aizawa had used the restroom earlier and lubricated his anus, stretching it out to accommodate for his beloved Hizashi, who gently placed his head through Shota's hooked ankles. He slipped two fingers in and pulled out before thrusting in his erect cock.
"Mmmnh!" Aizawa grunted, taking in his husband.
"I love you. Are you okay?" Mic asked, pulling out his hips halfway the length of his shaft before plunging in again and repeating. He watched Shota nod in response and drip a drop of lubricant onto his palm before stroking his own member. He came hard after he could hold out no longer. Hizashi came after him and he pulled out before tying off his load in the condom and throwing it away.
They slept naked for hours. When they finally awoke, it was early morning and the moon still reigned. A loud and sudden THUD! Woke them. Shinso Hitoshi was up and walking around his room, covered in sweat. He waddled, the slightest bit, being in a wet diaper, and was uncomfortable. Earlier in the night, he got a hard swat from Mic Sensei and was instructed to put on his diaper. He was wearing a different type now: a kind he could just pull up. It didn't work as well and he had leaked, slightly on the bed. He panicked, punching the wall again. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Just-
"Whose there?!" He shouted at the door.
"It's Ms. Kayama." Came the reply.
I'll brainwash her. She can't know I leaked onto the bed. I'm fifteen and in a godforsaken diaper!
He asked for her to wait a minute and that he would come to the door. He stripped off the wet pull-up and tied it off in a bag before pulling on shorts.
"What's wrong?" He asked, feigning ignorance.
"There were two distinct loud sounds and there is blood on your knuckle. You're fooling no one, Shinso." Midnight replied, bluntly, trying to get him to open the door.
"Go back to sleep" The young teen hypnotized, quickly pulling the door shut. He hated using his quirk, sometimes, but that was just what he HAD to do.
By the time Shota and Hizashi made it out of their room, Kayama Sensei was walking back in a kind of dreamlike manner, and they knew what Shinso had done. They looked at eachother and knew that this was a good-cop, bad-cop kind of deal.
A knock sounded.
Hitoshi could hear his teachers. His heart sank. He was FUCKED if they knew he brainwashed a staff member.
"Shinso Hitoshi. Open up." Shota demanded. It was 1am. He was tired and this was as direct as he could be.
"No?" Shinso tried, panicking, looking around his room for an exit. He was going to run. The porch!
He lifted the shade, but Mic was already on him. He pointed and mouthed "DOOR."
Hitoshi, knowing it was inevitable, went and unlocked his lobby-facing door and let Mr. Aizawa in and then Mr. Yamada, who was walking back around the building.
Moments later, all three stood inside the dorm room.
"You need to be honest with us NOW." Aizawa began. "Have you ever used your quirk to get out of a discipline session?"
Shinso shook his head, fervently. It had honestly never occurred to him before a few minutes ago and that was just because he didn't want Midnight Sensei to know.
"What was that sound, earlier?" Mic asked.
Hitoshi knew not to lie. He just knew he had to, though. "I don't know." He said, unthinkingly, slipping his bruised right hand into the pockets of his shorts.
"Go sit on your bed, young man." Yamada instructed, not knowing that Shinso's diaper had leaked and that was why the comforter was just bunched to the other end. "We're going to look around."
The lighting was soft in Hitoshi's dorm. Only a single lamp was on. The student sat atop his comforter and threw a shirt from the laundry on top of the wet spot. He was anxious for them to LEAVE so that he could throw his sheets in the laundry and sleep in the closet for a few hours. He felt safe in there.
"Where's your backpack?" Aizawa asked. He had a plan. Hitoshi pointed and the instrctor seized his wrist and rolled over the appendage, palm-down to see the bruised knuckles. "Liar, liar. Look what we have here." Shota frowned.
Shinso pulled his arm back and hid the bruises. Mic came to check it out. "Where'd you punch the wall?"
Try as he might, Hitoshi could feel himself so nervous, he was about to wet himself. His teachers knew he had PTSD but he'd never mentioned that he urinates when scared easier than most humans. That was when the student began to take some serious heat from Aizawa for not answering on time. He chewed on the collar of his shirt and rocked for some time, enduring the stress before caving in and shouting.
"I know I lied to you! I'm sorry, okay?!" Shinso could feel himself almost leaking and held it. "I'm... I'm scared and I don't want to go piss myself because of it so just... quieter voices."
Shota Aizawa thought he'd heard everything, as a teacher, but he was surprised for once. He didn't show it. "Where's your diaper? If you have to go, I won't count it, but you have made us both very angry with the lies and self-destructive activities."
"I took it off when I woke up." Hitoshi admitted. "I, uh, leaked on the bed, got angry, and punched the door-frame a couple of times. Midnight Sensei came, I erased her mind and then you guys came and... I panicked."
Mic leaned back against the wall. "Well okay. I guess we have the full story."
"Am I getting a spanking?" Shinso asked.
Aizawa shook his head. "You're grounded for 3 days. Go put your sheets in the hamper and pull on a new diaper." He narrowed his gaze and pointed. "But if you EVER lie to us again... your bottom is on the line."
Hitoshi nodded. "Sir, yes, sir."