Bakugo sighed. "'m sorry." He muttered.
The carpet in the corner of the room was suddenly very appealing to stare at and try to dissociate.
"I won't take that apology until you look me in the eyes and say it louder." Aizawa said, lifting Katsuki's head with a finger under the chin. "Why are there tears?" He asked.
A sniff. Bakugo wiped them away with the fists he made and gulped before taking a shaky breath. "I'm sorry." He said, bowing and straightening. He looked away again.
"For? Hey- eyes here." Shota soothed the boy. He was very angry, but tried not to convey it too much.
"For buying alcohol and bringing it to school." Katsuki finished, fiddling with his fingers against his pants leg for some sort of comfort.
"Why did you do it? Whose idea was it?" Aizawa asked, beginning the interrogation.
"Kaminari said that the others were talking about how Hagakure saw me go into Kirsishima's room and they assumed at first, correctly, that I-we- are queer. And then... someone assumed that maybe we were just drinking. I couldn't let people know, so since Denki's been keeping the secret, he came downstairs to tell me. I texted Kirshima and we came up with the plan but... that damn Hitoshi heard and wanted in. We went to a konbini in Matafusu and then we got what we wanted and distributed it. When we needed to change the plan and hide it behind the dumpsters, I guess we forgot the door would still be locked." Bakugo confessed.
Shota thought back to his time at U.A. And how he struggled to hide his sexual orientation- not that Mic made it easy- but it was a lot of self-hatred. He came back to the conversation and looked at Young Katsuki. Christ. He was only 16- if even. Maybe 15? It was still early April, so he should still be 15 until the 20th. Anyways- "Bakugo." He began. "I am very proud of you for coming forward and telling me about your feelings. But I still have to discipline you. That being said- you're not in trouble for being gay and I won't tell. Do your parents know?"
The student's eyes widened in fear but he relaxed, remembering Aizawa's promise. "No. I think they'd ground me for life. They're strict, actually."
"Hm." Aizawa noted. He stood. "Okay. Pants and underwear off. It's going to be the implement straight through. Bakugo-"
"Yeah?" Katsuki asked, as he undid his buckle on the couch. He always wore a belt since working with Best Jeanist.
"You'll be up to the point of bruising but you shouldn't. If you do, you'll need to see Recovery Girl."
"Well I can't tell if I ever bruise!" Bakugo whined before grumbling. "It's out of my vision. I'll suck it up."
"A male staff member will check you the morning after and this evening for any development." Shota said, now with a paddle in hand. Katsuki folded his pants and boxers with his rolled up belt before he walked to the other side of the couch and placed his hands on the back, gripping the leather. He preferred the texture of the R&C's couch. Finally, Aizawa took his position about a half-arm's length away from Bakugo and delivered the first swat. Katsuki could tell that Eraserhead Sensei was going easy on him and he didn't not not mind it. Ok. He was grateful. By five, the teen was bouncing on the balls of his feet. At ten, he was sniffling with those damn defiant tears falling from his eyes and unsatisfactorily hitting the back of the couch and rolling down and away. At fifteen- Bakugo broke. He couldn't concentrate on anything but his burning bottom. Twenty strikes came in rapid succession and the student was reduced to a boy, clutching his bottom and jumping away.
"Katsuki Bakugo- you get back into position right now." Aizawa demanded.
The boy shook his head and bit his lip, scowling. "No more!" He whined. "I GET IT, OK?!"
"Fifty five!" Aizawa shouted back. He didn't raise his voice like that often. Bakugo's mouth dropped like a fish and he fell to his knees and started raising a fist to punch the hard floor, before he was stopped. He could not get his seized wrist free and when he raised the other, Shota knew to grab that one, too. The instructor crossed the arms over Katsuki's chest and lifted him to his feet, before forcibly marching him to the couch and bending his hips over a folded blanket. Aizawa swatted out to number forty before declaring that there were fifteen paddle swats left. He steadied Bakugo's breathing with a hand, gently rubbing a circle on the boy's spine, and began to deliver the final hits. At fifty five, he placed the paddle in front of Katsuki's face and told the boy it was over.
Shota picked up the folded clothes, and bunched up the boxers, helping the sore teenager, still trying not to cry too openly, step into his underwear, as Bakugo placed one hand on the back of the couch and wiped his snot away with the sleeve of his shirt. Then Aizawa bunched up the pants and tugged them up aroun the boy's hips before allowing Katsuki to zip his fly and handed over the belt.
"Now." Shota began instructing, "Go take a COLD shower and run water over your bottom, okay? Then STRAIGHT to bed. You have missed lunch, but I will have some brought to you. Eat it after your shower and a staff member will check on you tonight, when dinner is brought to you."
Katsuki nodded and had his phone taken, officially, before Eijirio was brought to the school building to meet a similar fate.
Shota chose Kirishima because he knew how to cancel the boy's hardening quirk. Hizashi would have to still discipline Kamianri and Hitoshi. In fact, he should probably let his husband know to begin the paddling for those two, soon.
Eijirio was so nervous, he was found, throwing up, in the boy's bathroom on the first floor, outside the Discipline Room. "Let's go, Kirishima." Aizawa said.
The teen spat into the toilet bowl and stood up, kicking the handle to flush it and then washed out his mouth and his hands and wiped himself clean with a paper towel. Eijirio didn't even gel his hair like normal. He, instead, had a white strip of cloth tied around his head and let it fall. This is humiliating. He thought to himself, as he looked away from the mirror and followed Aizawa out of the dorms and across the campus green to the school building.
When they got to Eraserhead's office, Kirishima was feeling weak, physically, again and like he was going to throw up.
"How many?" He asked, as he pulled down his shorts and boxers.
"Thirty five." Aizawa announced before he explained. "It's more than you have ever received at once, but you will live. Bakugo made it through fifty five. You did not leave the premises, but you participated." The instructor looked up from his paperwork to see Eijirio assuming the position, tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." Was all that he said before taking the first hit. Once the fifth swat was had and before the sixth, Kirishima could tell- this was going to be awful. He suffered in silence for the spanking- to a point- breaking down and crying once Aizawa got to thirty one. At that point, Kirishima collapsed onto his knees, and sobbed.
Shota sighed. "Stand up, Eijirio." He said, using the boy's first name. When the teen shook his head, Aizawa lifted him, bent him over in a previously-with-Bakugo-fashion and delivered the swats... HARD.
He set the paddle down and patted the boy's back. Now THIS was a bottom that might bruise. Despite being a whopping twenty swats LESS than Katsuki's, this kid hardly got spanked at home and the skin was far more tender.
"A male staff member will make regular checks on you to check for bruising." Shota decreed. "Now please get dressed and hand over your phone.
Kirishima was chewing on his shirt collar. He pulled on his shorts and boxers and walked, sorely, back to his room, where Aizawa caight Mic grabbing Kamianri for the teen's paddling. He would be getting thirty five, as well.
The Great Eraserhead then made his way to tuck in his naughty student and found that Kirishima still had some condoms stored atop his dresser. "Did you go out and buy these?" He asked, directly.
Eijirio shook his head. "No, I just forgot the older ones in the bottom of the drawer. Thought I lost them."
"Confiscated." Aizawa said, before tucking in Kirishima, lightly and turning off the light.