Content Warning: Self injurious behaviors (cutting), Nightmares with graphic descriptions, Mentions of disordered eating
All Might had called Eraserhead a moment previous, as he wasn't sure exactly how he was going to handle Bakugo, should he have an outburst. As it turned out, however, Katsuki was trying to keep a brave face, as he was competitive in nature and since Midoriya was accepting it and being mature, Bakugo figured he would, too.
That attitude lasted a few minutes, but all good things come to an end. The stress became too much on the teen when he walked into his U.A. dorm to find his suitcase waiting for him and saw his bed was put back together, as opposed to having the mattress on the floor, from the whole "take out the screws and sharps" episode.
"RrrrRrrrAhGH!" Katsuki screamed, throwing the black suitcase across the room. A white scarf wrapped around it and it came back at him. He ducked.
...so Mr. Aizawa isn't far behind. Bakugo realized, turning. Say something. Convince him. "And what if I hadn't dodged the suitcase?" He grumbled at his teacher, pointing at the previously-flying piece of luggage. "Are you TRYING to kill me?!"
Shota was tired. He had already taught a full day of school and heard from his husband that Katsuki didn't behave even DURING the spanking.
"If you couldn't dodge that suitcase, I'd expel you." Eraserheaad Sensei said, flatly. "Let's go- pack up. Two weeks- minimum." He closed the door behind him. "And it's okay to cry, Bakugo."
"Yeah? Well then YOU cry! You're missing the future number one hero in your class for two weeks!" Katsuki screamed. Still, tears burned his eyes. "And you said 'two weeks' and now you're saying 'a minimum of two weeks'. Just give it to me, straight!"
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, but continued nonetheless. "It depends on your progress and behavior. I don't control how long you stay, your parents don't control how long you stay, the school doesn't control how long you stay- YOU DO." Now he lowered his voice. " So act your age and pack your things."
Midoriya was shaking. He had to change out of his school uniform and All Might was bound to see the cuts and scars!
"Izuku. You're shaking." Toshinori said, surprising the teen with his first name, more than putting him at ease (which was All Might's intention).
"I-I'm just cold. I- I gotta change. Can you turn around?" Midoriya asked, politely, though still nervous enough to vomit.
Toshinori sighed and shook his head. "We know, Young Deku. And I have to keep eyes on you. Do you want me to see or do you want to show the nurse at check-in?"
Izuku fell to his knees.
"Midoriya!" All Might exclaimed, rushing over. "Midoriya, you don't look well. Let me take your pulse." The instructor said, reaching for his protege's wrist. Izuku remembered the cuts and snapped out of the brain fog. Man, he hadn't eaten anything other than rice with an egg for breakfast in about two days.
"I'm fine. Just nervous." Midoriya said. He stood up and opened his duffel bag to put in his clothes and toiletries. He glanced at the desk drawer that housed his blade. Ugh. He felt sick thinking about cutting when All Might was in the room. Finally, he changed clothes, careful to not expose anything, and wore a black long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans.
"We're all set." Came Aizawa's voice. "And I don't think that I can get Mic to stall the students from returning to the dorms for much longer."
Midoriya turned around. He overheard Eraserhead talking to All Might. "How bad were they?"
"I dunno. Kid won't show me." Toshinori sighed.
Shota knew his student. If he was going to be stubborn here, he would be stubborn there, as well. He asked All Might to watch Katsuki and closed the door behind him.
"Pants down, sleeves up: show me." Aizawa demanded.
"But All Might said I got a choice!" Izuku whined. "Please!"
"Undress." Eraerhead said, eyes glowing red, grabbing his scarf.
"Ok, ok!" Midoriya panicked, pulling his shirt away from torso and over his head before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down.
Shota prepared himself as best he could to see the cuts on his student's body, but it still was a morbid sight. "These look fresh. What are you using?"
"This." Izuku sighed, opening the drawer to his desk and lifting the notebook to show the blade.
"Confiscated." Aizawa returned, taking the edged sharp and placing it in a mug on Midoriya's desk. It "plink'd" as it fell against the bottom of the ceramic cup.
"Get dressed, cab's here." Shota finally said after his phone vibrated. "It's time."