Eyes flickered to the window and then the door and then the window and then the door and then- straight to his perturbed instructor's eyes. Katsuki looked to see that his upper arm had been seized and he was being towed to the desk chair. He was in boxers and a t-shirt. Not much protection. It didn't matter much though, because pretty soon the boxers were yanked to his knees and he was bent over Aizawa Sensei's lap, ten heavy swats delivered. He gasped for air at the start and when he stood up, his bottom lip quivered in humiliation.
"Now get changed. I'm standing in front of the door and will be watching the window."
It took a second for the boy to pull himself together before he pulled out a diaper from the drawer, himself, along with the medicated cream and powder. He changed, slowly and awkwardly, unsure of how to do it with added steps. Once he taped up, he propped himself up onto his hands and swung his legs off the bed to pull on the boxers he was wearing previously, over the diaper.
"I'm… done." Bakugo announced, tamely. "Sorry."
Aizawa checked his watch. It was close to one in the morning- now Saturday. Thank God. The weekend. Wordlessly, he crossed the room and pulled down the covers, allowing the student to crawl in before pulling them back over.
"Goodnight." Aizawa said, sternly. He was exhausted and crossed back to the other side of the room to grab the desk chair and bring it across from the bed. He had papers to grade and asked if Mic would drop off his laptop to the room via text. He waited for a reply, but it took a while, as Hizashi was busy doing rounds until about two. At three, however, he was back. Aizawa could not calm the thrashing boy as he was haunted in his nightmare. He kept muttering and whimpering. It was a sad sight and far from what the instructor was used to as far as the great self-proclaimed "Lord Explosion Murder" came.
Yamada entered the room after a knock. Aizawa's hair was raised as he erased the boy's potential quirk usage. He turned and broke the erasure for a moment to make sure it wasn't a student barging in. As expected, (and thankfully) it was his husband.
"It's been a few minutes of this." Shota filled in.
Mic mirrored the concern on his lover's face before it switched to just solemn. "I should have gone on that trip. Maybe prevented this. It was unfair to you and Vlad."
Eraserhead collapsed in the chair and closed his eyes for a brief second. "No, no. It was my fault. These are my kids. He's been under my care from the moment he passed that entrance exam."
They turned back to see Bakugo wake suddenly. He wiped away tears that lightly stained the corners of his eyes. Scared, vulnerable, tired, and confused, he shied away from his teachers in terror. It took his a second to realize what was going on. Finally, he looked down and his face was flushed in mortification. He had done it again. He wasn't able to wake up soon enough. He sat up, uncomfortably.
"Are you wet?" Aizawa asked, frankly.
Bakugo appreciated not being babied, but he was beyond embarrassed, still.
"No." He lied, shifting uncomfortably.
Aizawa stood. "Katsuki Bakugo, if you're lying—"
Yamada took over. "Would you rather one of us leave so you can change?"
Bakugo scowled. He knew not how to handle his emotions and instead flipped over onto his stomach and threw a pillow over his head, lacing his fingers together over it so it could not be removed and shouted a muffled.
"It's fine!"
The teachers and staff took a seminar on supporting students with trauma-informed teaching. It was the only way that they could deal with the happenings of this year. Surprisingly, Midnight Sensei was the best at working with the teens. Of course, the staff had hardly thought that they would need to use their licensing as much as they had for class 1-A, whom had been at the center of multiple attacks and disasters. For now, Aizawa and Yamada were at the understanding that trauma can revert the age-display of a victim and Katsuki's tantrum was to be handled with care, but not completely tolerated. He had to act his age.
Two Pro-Heroes were at a stand-still against the young aspiring teen. They decided on an ultimatum.
"Bakugo. Listen to me NOW." Aizawa ordered. "I'm leaving to get my paddle from my office. You have until I get back to obey Mic Sensei or you can return to the office with me and the paddle and get a spanking. AGAIN."
The teachers had already agreed that while effective, they didn't want to keep using the same tactics on the boy. Sparing the rod wasn't necessarily spoiling the child, if they were able to supplement the spared rod with other discipline tactics.
Aizawa left and let the door latch closed behind him as he walked towards the elevator. It was about a five minute walk to the school and five minutes back to the dorm. He had to be smart, however, he couldn't just walk back in the dark with a paddle in hand. That'd remove the privacy factor for Katsuki. When he arrived, he grabbed a canvas messenger bag and packed away anything he might need to work on back at the dorms along with the discipline instrument.
In the meantime, Yamada was getting Bakugo to sit up and look at him. The boy did so, lazily.
"I'm not tired." Katsuki lied. He was, in truth, so exhausted he wasn't sure if he was asked a question. He was not.
Hizashi pulled the chair back around to the side of the bed and looked at Bakugo.
"Are you going to talk to me and tell me the truth or are you going to bullshit me?" He asked, voice down low. "Because if you want to lie like a little kid, you'll get punished like one." Yamada reasoned. He sat back. "That being said. I am going to ask you a final time: Are you wet?"
As the boy prepared to answer, the door opened. He looked at the corner of the room, suddenly hyper focused on the carpet.
"Yeah." He said.
"Thank you for your honesty." Mic Sensei thanked before ordering the boy to change into a fresh diaper and return to sleep.
When breakfast time came, Katsuki was expected to appear in the cafeteria with his peers, but he did not want to. It was nearing the end of Aizawa's shift and he lucked out, it being Saturday, that he had a whole day to sleep. He was wearing thin on patience.
The staff had ultimately decided that in light of Katsuki's struggles behaving and the nightmares, he would be entered into counseling, regardless. Choosing who was another battle. It had to be someone who he could trust but not too close to him. That ruled out All Might and Eraserhead. Present Mic was the alternate choice, but Midnight became the official counselor. Now it was six-thirty in the morning and time for the shift change.
Aizawa handed off a clipboard with notes on Bakugo's night, along with All Might and Mic's notes. Nemuri Kayama was Midnight's civilian name. That was how Shota typically greeted her- by her birth name, but in front of the students, he tended to keep the super name as a form of respect- to show students that she had already received the title of hero. He asked Kayama for a moment alone with the boy before her reentered the room and cleared his throat.
"Midnight Sensei is here. Get up. Get dressed."
Bakugo grumbled under the covers that he was tired. Aizawa didn't want to hear it. HE ripped off the covers and left the boy hissing at the light.
"Five more minutes." Katsuki demanded, glaring with one squinted eye.
"Five more minutes and Midnight Sensei will be in here. My shift is up. Now you can be good and change or I can flip you over my knee."
That got the boy's attention. "I'm up." He said, bolting upright to a seated position. He slid off his bed and went to fetch some fresh clothes while Aizawa was turned around for privacy's sake.
Bakugo got changed. "I'm skipping breakfast." He announced. "I'm going to the gym."
"No, you're not. No, you're not." Shota said, turning back around. "Breakfast is at seven and your first session is at eight."
The teen stopped combing his hair, upwards. He made a fist and set alight a spark. "What did you say?" He asked, fuming. "You decided without me?!"
"The teachers and your parents, Katsuki." Aizawa said, hardly ever using the boy's first name. "Now. Go brush your teeth. Midnight is here. Be good or you're dealing with me."