It was the first night of Shinso Hitoshi's suspension. The boy was allowed back in Hero Courses soon, but the stress of everything seemed to be too great for the boy. He wept softly, under the covers, on a soaked mattress. Nothing was going his way. He craved alcohol, too, which was weird, he believed, because he hadn't had a drink since last year in middle school and back then it was never like it was one-and-done. It was more so drink-til-you-drop. His demon of a foster dad thought that it was funny, too. One time, however, his ex-wife came home and found the cans and bottles everywhere. She was pissed. He explained that it was "the kid's" fault that there were so many cans everywhere. Shinso's foster parents were only "together" on paperwork and split the extra dough they got each month that was supposed to be for Hitoshi's school supplies. Instead, he was taunted mercilessly for never having a backpack or tidy school clothes. He HATED middle school. Now he thought back on those days and the crying grew louder.
Bakugo awoke. It was his last day being put on the first floor, and he went across the hall to Mic and Aizawa's to ding-dong-ditch his teachers, in the hopes they would hear Shinso and go help him. Not because I care...Katsuki told himself. I just want some sleep.
A knock sounded on the suite room door and Shota awoke beside Mic. There was no way that he was going to hear it without his hearing aides in. Aizawa shook Yamada awake and turned on a light, signaling for Hizashi to put in said hearing aides and listen.
"Hitoshi." Yamada sighed.
"I got it-" Shota groaned, getting out of bed, but Hizashi waved his hand and signed "fine. Me." instead. Aizawa nodded. "G'night." he said, while signing sleep.
Hizashi pulled on jeans and a flannel shirt and walked out into the hall to find nobody, but he heard Shinso, luckily. He walked across the lobby floor to knock on the boy's door and the crying stopped for a second before gentle footsteps padded along the carpet, closer to the door. Hitoshi opened the door.
"'m sorry for being too loud. I woke you up." He sniffed.
Yamada crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "And why would you have to apologize for crying?"
"Because I'm not allowed to." Shinso said.
Hizashi loked at Hitoshi, curiously. Why wouldn't he be allowed to cry? But then he remembered that crying was often a reason for punishment or teasing in group homes and foster homes. The Voice Hero sighed. "Let me in."
Shinso hated that he forgot. He had let it slip for one second that he was in a different pair of boxers- dry boxers- because he leaked through his first pair and now his MATTRESS was wet- never mind the sheets! How would he wash that?!
Hizashi could tell that the boy had an accident. It didn't smell like urine or anything- in fact, it smelled like the fresh air from his balcony, but the sheets were bunched to one end and his boxers were dumped in the sink, with the door open. He sighed. "Shinso- are you scared?"
A moment lapsed before the teen bit on the ends of his fingers and gently nodded. It was the mannerisms of a small child, but it spoke volumes about where traumas began.
"Okay, where is your pull-up?" Yamada asked. He spoke more seriously- "You MUST wear one or you face the consequences for being disobedient."
"I can't help wetting the bed!" The teen whined. "I just wanna clean up and go to bed." He said, snapping more into his age-appropriateness. He turned around but froze when he heard the door code being punched in. Aizawa was up now, probably on account that his husband was not back yet. As expected, Shota appeared.
"Why aren't you in bed? Where are your briefs?!" The feared Eraserhead stormed in.
"Sho- he's just going to be defensive if you play 'bad cop'." Hizashi frowned.
The teen watched, nervously, as his new instructor and soon-to-possibly-be-father plunked a chair in the center of the room. Yamada placed a hand on top of Aizawa's and smiled, lightly. "I got this. We'll clean up and he can change after a couple minutes of 'consequence'."
Shota rolled his eyes at his husband. "I'll be asleep. You know where to find me."
"Mmm-hmm." Hizashi agreed.
Aizawa left and Shinso was scared. He was worried he'd pee again, so he ran to the bathroom and pulled down his boxers to piss in the toilet before flushing. When he came back to his bedroom, Mic had laid a towel down and a bucket of powdered detergent, mixed with water.
"Soak up with one towel, into the hamper, and then lay a towel with laundry soap atop the stained spot, okay?" Mic asked before watching the teen take responsibility for his accident. When it was time for the spanking, Hizashi was tired.
"Underpants down, please, young man." He ordered from Hitoshi.
Shinso sheepishly pulled down and stepped out of his boxers before laying over Mic's lap. He received 40 hard swats from the Hero's hand before he rubbed his bottom (already SORE From Aizawa's 45 pops) and changed into his pull-on briefs.
"Goodnight, Hitoshi." Mic said.
"Ow. I mean- goodnight, Present Mic Sensei." Shinso returned.
"You will stay in your room and you will get sleep tomorrow. Stay in your briefs." Yamada insisted.
Hitoshi yawned and nodded. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Mic added.
It was now "nearing-sunlight" hours. Hizashi looked at Shota's sleeping form and crawled in beside him. They went to sleep for the final time and when they woke up, it was not to silence- but to a heavy BOOM!