Mic read over the report for Kirishima and Bakugo. It looked like Kaminari was about to get somewhere in between for messing with the cameras. Forty-five was a LOT, but Katsuki endured ten beyond that. Hm.
A knock sounded on Denki's door, and the boy didn't answer. When Mic opened the door with a staff key, he found the teen, headphones on, trying to pump himself up.
"Get up." Mic said, gesturing and walking towards the boy, who sat cross-legged. He offered up a hand and Kaminari took it, letting the stronger hero pull him to his feet, swiftly. He was off-balance and received a swat to his bottom while Yamada caught the boy by the shoulder. Denki pulled off his headphones with an angry and baffled look. Hizashi sighed, internally and pointed at the boy. "When a staff member knocks on that door- you open up, understood?"
Kamianri nodded, fervently, and paused his music before he was expected to hand over his phone. The teen shook his hands to get the nerves out.
"Reflection and Correction Room?" Denki asked, voice down low.
"My office at school, actually." Mic said.
"Oh." Denki said, depressed. It just hit that he was really getting a bad spanking if it was away from the other students and warranted 'cry space'... Kaminari shook his head. He spoke up. "Katsuki and Eijirio-" He began before dropping off. He continued as Mic pulled the door shut behind them and placed a hand on the student's back to hurry the kid along. "They also got their phones taken? Hitoshi and I haven't heard from them."
"Yes, their cell phones were confiscated and none of you are getting them back until your parents decide when you deserve them back." Hizashi explained.
"WHAT?!" Denki scoffed. "My PARENTS?! They'll NEVER give me my phone back!"
"A true hero thinks of the consequences of their actions before they act. Maybe you should learn that." Mic said.
They walked out of the dorms and continued their pace to the office. When they arrived, Kaminari was biting his lip to hold back tears. "How-uh- many?" He asked, praying it was a quick 10 pops and a lecture... yeah, and reasonable parents on top of that wish list.
Mic locked the door. "Pants and underwear off, Kaminari. To answer your question: forty-five to start. Misbehavior will result in additional penalty swats."
"But Mr. Yamada!" Denki blubbered, tears rolling down his face.
"We were going to expel you." Mic said, honestly, becoming annoyed. "Go bend over the couch and hold on." He unlocked the paddle he kept in the top drawer of his desk. He didn't want to scare Kaminari too badly but he remembered getting spanked at that age and he remembered the nerves. U.A. Teachers had strong swings.
Kaminari took a shaky breath and nodded as Mic informed him- er, refreshed him- on the process. "It's going to hurt. Do your parents use corporal punishment?" Mic asked.
"Rarely." Denki admitted.
Hizashi clicked his tongue. "Yeah, you may bruise but someone will check on you, okay?"
"Okay." Kaminari agreed.
Yamada tapped the boy's bottom and then landed the first hit. Denki wasn't even receiving full-force yet- well, Mic would NEVER use his full force on a student but the beginning swats were to warm up the skin. He was deep in his thoughts when he noticed that Kamianri was trying to cover his bottom, face buried in the couch in an ostrich-like position.
"Stand up straight." Mic ordered.
"NoOoOooooOOoo." Denki whined from the leather sofa. It was the same type as in Aizawa's office.
"Denki Kaminari." Mic warned. "If you disobey me once more, I will add two swats additional."
Kaminari moved his hands and lifted his face for air... and to scream "IT HURTS!". He began to cry.
"You've taken ten." Hizashi pointed out. "The more the skin rests, the more the next one is going to hurt, I'm afraid, young man."
And he was not wrong, either. Denki cried and stomped his foot, but Hizashi ignored it before continuing. Eventually, Kaminari was lifted under his armpits like a cat and laid over the couch, where Mic steadied him with a hand on his lower back. The student only got forty-three, because Mic was concerned on the bruising that was already forming on the right butt cheek. The rest were made up with Yamada's open hand to the boy's left cheek.
"You're done." The hero finally said. "Go get dressed."
He made Denki dress before aftercare. Once pants were buttoned, Mic squeezed Kaminari's shoulder and allowed him to finish crying. "Am I going to find out that you have been naughty again, my little listener?" Mic asked.
Denki shook his head, and Mic nodded. "Go to your dorm. I got a text. Dinner arrived."
They walked back and Jiro was sitting outside Kaminari's room.
"Where WERE you?!" She asked, as he appeared in the elevator. As he got closer, anger became concern. "What happened?!" Kyoka asked, looking at Mic, before turning to her boyfriend. "Did you do something?!"
Denki nodded, solemnly.
"In your room. Now." Mic told Kaminari. He looked at Jiro. "You'll have to write him letters for a while. Kaminari's phone was confiscated. Please give him some space. Where are your classmates?"
"At dinner." She answered.
"Good. You need to go, too."
Midnight walked down the hallway. "THERE you are, Jiro. You're supposed to be in the dining hall. Go. Now."
She looked at her coworker. "Everyone's getting nutty around here." Kayama sighed. "I just spanked Toru for starting the drinking rumors. She's sulking at the dinner table and I think she's proud of the attention she's getting so THAT backfired."
Hizashi scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah? I gotcha beat- We are 99% sure we're adopting Shin and now I've gotta go spank him."
Nemuri snapped her fingers. "No, actually. Your husband took care of that one for you. He knew it would stress you out."
Yamada laughed, lightly. "Well then I guess I'll do bruised bottom checks."
"No one's gonna fight you for that job." Midnight said.
With that, Mic went down to the first floor. He knocked at Bakugo's door to no answer and then had to knock LOUDER before he got the teen's response and was permitted to enter.
Katsuki was pretty red, still. Mic snapped on a glove on his right hand and grazed over the bottom, looking for bruising or skin break-down. "You're a little bruised, but not much. Keep icing." The instructor told Bakugo.
Katsuki had his arms crossed and only broke the angry pose to pull his boxers up before crawling back onto his stomach. "My parents said that I can't have my phone back for two weeks." Bakugo griped. "And my mom said she's "bringing my dad's belt to school" if I don't say I'm sorry."
Mic pulled the glove off and stood up. "So?"
Katsuki made a fist and rubbed it in a circle on his chest, signing "sorry"
Mic nodded. "You are forgiven. Did you eat dinner?"
Bakugo nodded. "Yeah."
Mic checked Kirishima's bottom next. It was pretty badly bruised. Kaminari was asleep an hour later, so Mic reminded himself to check back after making sure Midoriya was changed and took his pills.
Finally, he found his husband. "You disciplined Hitoshi?" Yamada asked.
Shota nodded. "Yeah. He took it like a damn hardened felon."
That surprised Mic. "Shin? The kid who cried because we spanked him for not wearing his diaper. Mr. I-Have-Nightmares?"
Aizawa shrugged. "I guess. I talked with him about adoption. He's nervous we won't like his quirk. Worried we'll reject him once he's really ours."
"He knows that we already know his quirk, right?" Hizashi asked, confused.
Eraserhead set down a mug of hot tea. "I gotta see if Midoriya took his new anti-nightmare pills. It's called Prazocin. Might be good for Shinso, too."
"Maybe." Yamada mused. "I've got bruise checks." He sighed. "And then can we PLEASE get in bed. No papers. No tests. No grading."
"Okay." Aizawa agreed.
Hizashi waited for an hour for Kaminari to wake up. Finally, once the boy did, Hizashi fetched an ice pack and went to check Hitoshi's bottom. Minimal bruising.
Aizawa, however, was fighting with Izuku to take his medication. He was done.
"Onnnne...Twooooo...….Threeeee." Eraserhead counted, before grabbing Midoriya by the wrist and popping his bottom several times. "I'm grabbing the paddle." He said. "Wait here."
"Wait!" Midoriya pankicked. "I'll tell you why I don't want it!"
"You had your chance to talk and your chance to take the pill; now the grown-ups get to make the decisions. Do I need to consult All Might?"
Izuku had become obsessed with the dreams of the vestiges. He would wake up and scribble with permanent marker all over his body, the things they said in the dreams, hoping, praying that it would give him an edge against All for One. Now he was afraid if his pants or shirt came off, he would be found out that he was still scribbling everything down. His notebooks had been taken away, so he used his body. All Might was even concerned that the NEW dreams of the vestiges were gibberish and no longer representing coherent information.
When Aizawa came back, he really did bring the paddle.
"Did- did anyone see you bring... that?" Midoriya asked.
"You have fought me for an hour, Deku. Lights Out was twenty-five minutes ago. Pants and briefs off. NOW."
When Izuku refused, Aizawa grew inpatient and started an over-the-pants spanking before yanking them down and finding the black permanent marker, scribbled over the boy. He said nothing, pulled down the briefs, and popped Midoriya twelve times. The pants and briefs didn't stay on his kicking legs long, as Izuku buried his face in his mattress and cried.
Aizawa left the teen-turned-boy on the bed and grabbed a diaper from his dresser, stretching it and ordering the boy to "pull it on before he called All Might."
Midoriya did so, sniffling, as he was then ordered to use a wipe to clear off the marker. "It won't come off." He admitted. "I used a Sharpie."
The great Eraserhead was seeing red and ordered the boy to the shower immediately.
It was midnight when Yamada finally felt Aizawa crawl under the covers of their bed. Hizashi relieved Shota of his erection, as it was technically "Mic's fault" Eraserhead got one in the first place and finally they fell asleep.