"And what's so funny, hm?" Shota asked, stepping through the door that Hizashi opened for him. Aizawa crossed his arms and leaned back against the doorframe. Mic locked them in and walked across the room to unlock the briefcase sitting on the table. There it sat, atop a set of green, red, and blue files: the school's paddle. Eraserhead looked over the nervous teens and slid the files out from under it, handing them out. Firstly, to Shoto, who accepted it with two hands and a courteous bow- then to Katsuki, who, standing in scrubs, even, displayed a 'superior' attitude and snatched it with one hand. Shota had it with this kid's attitude.
"Try that again." He ordered. Before the explosion-quirked boy took it more tactfully. When Aizawa presented the third folder, green, to Izuku, the boy was rubbing his eyes, head down, and weeping.
"'m sorry." Midoriya said, taking the folder. He looked to see everyone was watching him.
The boys were made to write statements and sign the consent form. Yamada handed them each a pen and they sat on the cold tile floor to do their writing assignment portion, while Mic and Eraserhead sat at the round table.
When they were done, Aizawa collected them and read them. He nodded a few times and got progressively angrier. A nurse eventually knocked on the door and delivered night meds. She scanned the boy's bracelets and asked that their instructors deliver the medications, orally, and within thirty minutes.
Mic waited for the boys to settle down, as Izuku was still whimpering, and Shoto was involved in a hushed bickering match with Katsuki. Eventually, Hizashi called them up and ordered them to line up before giving them their new med concoctions.
"I don't take meds." Bakugo said, annoyed. "There's been a mistake."
"No." Aizawa said. "Now you do because you MADE a mistake."
"Swallow." Mic ordered, as Bakugo held the water cup. He downed the water…fast… too fast. Knowing what happened, the instructor grabbed a tongue depressor from beside the computer and made Katsuki open his mouth. Mic instructed Bakugo to stretch out his cheeks and he peered into the teen's mouth. Two white pills fell out and dissolved on his tongue. Aizawa handed a second cup, which Katsuki was forced to drink, before he was ordered to line back up.
"Rookie." Todoroki nudged.
"Shut up, Shoto." Bakugo griped.
Shoto took his medications obediently and passed the tongue depressor check. Finally, it was Izuku's turn. He took the medication and swallowed it. He, too, passed the cheek-check. The part they were dreading was about to happen, but not before a lecture and… the warning.
Aizawa took out the paddle and placed it on the table. The three boys took a seat, squishing Todoroki in the middle on the first hospital bed. Yamada looked tired. He had his yellow signature glasses off and it was scary to see his eyes, full of disappointment and anger. It was his job to lecture the teens.
"Why did you do it?" The voice-quirked teacher asked.
There was silence. He started the lecture with a question?! No one wanted to answer. Finally, Todoroki spoke.
"It's miserable here." The boy said. After a moment, Bakugo and Midoriya nodded.
"Do they abuse you?" Mic asked.
The kids thought. Hm. Abuse? That was a strong word- but evidently, no, they were not abused. The kids shook their heads.
"What you did was gravely inappropriate." Hizashi said. "You put everyone around you through HELL. People could have lost their jobs- and with a serious enough psychotic episode, boys, with your quirks- people could have accidentally lost their LIVES. The quirk erasure bands are to help limit your quirks when your emotions are high. They were GOING to be removed. You were MAKING progress." Yamada sighed. "But I guess you three don't care. I guess you don't WANT to be heroes."
"No!" Midoriya said, standing up. "You're wrong!"
Todoroki pulled him back down by the hem of his scrub top. "Sit, Izuku."
"We're sorry." Katsuki apologized. "And it was me who wanted to leave so badly. Don't punish them."
"Oh, you're ALL getting disciplined." Aizawa assured. "But it was wise for you to speak the truth, Bakugo."
Midoriya was getting close to hyperventilating. "Are we going to be expelled?"
Aizawa shrugged. "Maybe."
Shoto jumped to his feet. "You're going to give him a heart attack, Mr. Aizawa! Stop scaring him!"
"Stand down, kid." Mic warned. "Your ass is on the line." He then looked to his husband, who stood and held the paddle and paced in front of the boys. Todoroki sat back down and rubbed Midoriya's back.
"There are going to be three truths when I discipline you." Shota began. "It will hurt. I will not stop. You may bruise." The boys shifted, nervously. Eraserhead continued. "There are also three rules. There will be no impeding the spanking- this accounts for kicking or putting your hands back. You may not touch your bottom until I say so, and finally, crying is perfectly acceptable. Just because you are male does not mean you may not cry."
"Hmph." Bakugo exhaled, angrily.
"Midoriya first." Aizawa decided. He knew that Izuku was the most scared and most likely to hyperventilate, so he picked the green haired teen as first to face the consequence.
"No- no no no no no…" Izuku muttered through fresh tears, grabbing the sheets.
"It's okay, Deku." Todoroki said, using his friend's hero name while trying to gently unclench the fists that so tightly held the bedsheets.
"WE HAVE TO WATCH?!" Katsuki shouted in outrage.
"Turn your head if you want." Mic shrugged, getting out of his chair, and closing the blinds. It was night now. The instructor went over and plucked Midoriya to stand him up in front on Aizawa, who had taken the armless plastic chair at the table that Hizashi had been sitting in. Eraserhead took Izuku and steadied him between his spread knees and Mic tugged down the uniform psych ward briefs and pants before Aizawa leg locked Midoriya.
Izuku bit his lip and yelped. He turned back to look for help from his friends, but they were just watching, sadly.
Aizawa asked a single question. "Do you want a warmup?"
Midoriya nodded. Eraserhead delivered the first swats by hand then to prepare the skin for the paddle and make bruising less likely. Most of the times, the boys tended to say no because they were so mortified to be spanked over a teacher's knee, but that was the plan today- no one was going to be allowed to brace over a desk in the staff office. All three were taking a paddling across his lap.
After a minute, Aizawa picked up the paddle and delivered a hard THWACK. The teen tried to kick out, but instead received a second swat that had so much momentum, the only thing to stop it was Deku's skin. Aizawa smacked again and lowered his voice. "If you kick your legs like that again- that second swat will be the norm." And for the rest of the time, Midoriya cried, but he managed to take the spanking.
When he stood up, he was weak in the knees and Mic told him to put his elbows on the table, while he gently tugged the underwear and pants back up and sent Izuku to go sit beside Katsuki, as Shoto was next.
"Todoroki- pants and briefs down, please." Aizawa said.
"You can't hit me harder than my father." Shoto glared, standing still.
"I gave you an order, not a conversation starter. Now- do I need to pull them down for you?" Aizawa asked.
Todoroki pulled his pants down. "I don't usually take it on the bare." He lied.
Shota ignored the teen. "You won't need to pull your underwear as far down. Will you be able to remain still, or do you need the extra help?" Aizawa asked in response to leg locking Izuku.
"I'll be fine. I doubt I'll even bruise." Shoto said.
Aizawa pulled him over his lap and offered the warmup. "Nah." Was all Todoroki gave. It took about twenty swings before he started getting teary-eyed- thirty until he cried. His teacher let him up and he pulled up his pants and briefs and gingerly sat on the mattress.
"Do. Your. Worst." Bakugo scowled when it was his turn. He got up and walked to Aizawa and pulled down his pants and briefs before Shota pulled him over his knee. He didn't think that Katsuki would need a leg lock. After what felt like an hour of wailing on the kid, Aizawa heard his student's breath hitch.
Mic came over and put a hand on Aizawa's shoulder. "His skin can't take much more. It's gonna bruise."
"Hm." Aizawa agreed. "Stand up and return to your spot."
Katsuki began pulling up his underpants. "My old man used to gimme the belt. That paddle won't do shit."
He tried to walk normally back to the bed, but found it too hard. He turned and sat.
"Okay. Serious stuff over." Mic said. "We're going to call the nurse and they're going to bring you to Floor Eight."
"Can I rub my ass now?" Bakugo asked.
Midoriya and Todoroki nodded. They had been doing an unfortunate shifting 'dance' to try not to think about the pain.
"Yes." Aizawa said, shutting the paddle into the briefcase and locking it. "I have your folders with your behavior reports and medication forms.
It was now 10 o'clock when the head of the psychiatric floor came down.
"Good evening, I'm Misa Asano, the charge nurse. I will escort you all to the eighth floor."
"Thank you." Aizawa said.
Nervously, Izuku followed the group behind. Mic was allowing Shoto to hold onto the end of his sleeve and when Hizashi noticed Midoriya shakily stalking them, he extended his arm back and stretched out his hand for Izuku to hold. Aizawa allowed Bakugo into the elevator first and stood beside him, making sure Katsuki knew that his teacher saw HIM, personally, for the young hero-in-training he was.
"You may take a moment in the group room." Misa said. "Their living quarters are almost ready."
Mic walked his two boys in first and sat them down in chairs. Bakugo sat on his own accord.
"Be good. Listen to the staff." Aizawa sighed. He looked at Midoriya. "And you- eat your food." Again, he sighed and continued. "Because the traumas were caused by our school's negligence- MY negligence to protect you- there was no chance for expulsion. BUT if you blow this chance to do a week here in the hospital and then return to T.T.I., its game over. No more treatment, no more U.A., and no more Hero Training."
The teens looked tired. Their meds were hitting them hard.
"But…" Mic began. "When you get out of the hospital, and finish a week at Tokyo Trauma Institute, you will each get to choose a person to visit. Okay?"
The boys nodded, happier, but still solemn. They got a call that their rooms were ready.
Three in a row, the boys lined a hallway- each with a personal room. They would share a bathroom with each other. Mic and Eraserhead did their job of putting each boy in bed and tucking them in. "Don't you ever do that again." Aizawa said to Bakugo.
"Sweet dreams. See you when you return." Mic said.
"Be good." Aizawa told Midoriya.
"Be safe." Mic added.
They got to Todoroki's room, where the boy was crying. "What's wrong?" Aizawa asked.
Shoto swallowed. "Just a flashback. I'll be okay."
"Good. I know you may be scared, but you'll be okay for certain." Mic agreed.
And soon enough, the teachers returned to the cab driver. "How long until we get back to U.A.?" Aizawa asked.
The cab driver looked in the rearview mirror, while turning onto the main road. "Uh, this direction? About an hour."
Aizawa laced his fingers into Yamada's and leaned his head on his husband's shoulder. "Make it an hour and a half."