Bakugo had been asleep for a while now. The dreams were getting crazier. He had taken a habit of trying to remember everything he could, so when he woke up, he could detail everything into a notebook titled "nightmares." It was in nightmares. that he remembered the things that the villains had said to him about how they were going to 'reform society' and ways that they would hurt and kill his classmates. He knew from the fogginess and inability to run that he was trapped in a dream. He could feel the fear welling up in his body and tried to wake himself up. Nothing was working. Finally, a hand touched his shoulder. It was All Might in the real world, and it was time to wake up for breakfast.
The alarm clock by Katsuki's bed happily chirped that it was, indeed, 7am.
His teacher pressed the silencing button atop it and cleared his throat. "You, were, uh, screaming, Young Bakugo. Is everything alright?"
The boy grabbed his notebook from under his pillow and then searched for the pen that he had slipped under the pillow with it.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He lied.
When he found the pen, he uncapped it and started writing down everything he could remember, including some drawings. Toshinori was busy dealing with someone at the door. It was Aizawa and Kayama Sensei. All Might said his 'goodbye's' and Bakugo merely muttered and looked up for a second to say his own farewell. Nemuri and Shota stood at the doorway for a second, calling out to the teen, who was slick with sweat and shaking with adrenaline. His mouth tasted like salt and that's when it came to his attention that he had chewed through the very edge of his lip. A hand waved in front of his face and covered the spot of nightmares. that he was working on- er rather- scribbling on a torn page.
"Judas, kid. STOP." Aizawa cursed under his breath. It was now just him and Bakugo. He snapped and activated his quirk, in the anticipation that Bakugo would fight back when he came beack from his dissociation.
"Argh!" Katsuki jumped. He went to grab Aizawa's throat, but his hand was caught. "Where was I?"
"What's this book?" Aizawa asked, confiscating nightmares.
"That's mine!" Bakugo yelled.
"I don't think so." Aizawa frowned, letting go of Bakugo's right wrist to better flip through the page. "This was your English notebook. Does Yamada Sensei know this is what you think of his class?"
It was a graphic picture of Bakugo dying a terrible death.
The teen was ready to get up and fight, but he was keenly aware of the soft padding between his legs. That and he was tired. He flopped back and turned onto his stomach. Aizawa slapped the boy's bottom through the blanket with the heavy notebook. "Get changed. You're getting a spanking. You know the drill."
Bakugo muttered from under his pillow and balled up his fists, which he pummeled a left hook into the soft cotton sack over his head.
"Get up or I'll bring the paddle here."
A louder shout of distaste again, but yet again muffled. Finally, Shota had enough and ripped away the blanket and pillow.
"Hey!" Bakugo shouted.
"Get up." Came the teacher's order. "I'm confiscating this book and you need breakfast. Get changed."
Never in his years of teaching had Shota seen a student so embarrassed and incensed. Bakugo was shirtless, in only sweatpants and night briefs, the top of the diaper peering out. He was actually concerned if he should activate his erasure because Katsuki looked ready to kill.
That was nonsense however, there was no time for fighting a teen. There was a spanking to be had, breakfast to be eaten, and therapy to process. Aizawa explained that Bakugo had 30 seconds to change into clothes and then get ready for the day before he would be taken across the property to school. It was a Sunday and breakfast would be ready any minute so it was time to get ready.
From a semi-comfortable spot in All Might's unoccupied common room chair, brought in from the other floor, Eraserhead flipped through Bakugo's journal. There were names and phrases that didn't make sense and some pictures. It looked like these were things that Bakugo heard in his dream.
"Are we going or not?" Bakugo asked, standing arms-crossed cockily by the door as though he weren't absolutely shaking from nerves.
"Did you stay dry?" Aizawa asked, standing up.
The teen nodded and looked away as though he hadn't heard. "Good. I'm proud, but I heard you tried to fight sleep for half of the night. You're not allowed to do that."
After Katsuki brushed his teeth, the pair walked to the school- specifically to Aizawa's office, which was close to Nemuri's.
"Kayama Sensei was in my room this morning." Bakugo remembered aloud as he looked on to his homeroom teacher unlocking the door to his office.
"Yes." Aizawa said, opening the door. "She came around 5am from doing rounds for the girls when your sitter called to say that you were forcing your eyes open. All Might feared you would not sleep." He watched as the student nervously entered and stood in front of a mirror propped atop a shelf. "BUT, by the time she arrived at 5:15, you were dead asleep. It stayed peaceful for an hour and then by 7, when it was time to wake up, you were a mess again."
Frustrated and ashamed, Bakugo set the mirror face-down. He didn't want to look himself in the face. "I was FINE." He lied. "And I don't need Shoto's solution anymore. I've fixed myself."
The drawer unlocked and Bakugo heard the paddle make gentle contact with the hardwood of the desktop. Shota set down the paddle and looked over at Bakugo. "Get away from the exit." He demanded before continuing. "One dry night is good but an outlier for certain. You can talk with Kayama Sensei. If she says you don't need a diaper, you can try without for a night."
"But—" Bakugo began.
"Sit." Aizawa ordered. "I'm not your counselor. I'm not here to hear out your grievances and why you decided to do things as you did… like run away. BUT. I will listen to you. You have the floor to talk things out before I explain why I am spanking you." Aizawa briefed.
At Katsuki's silence, Shota decided to continue with the process and talk with the boy before going through the explanation of the process. Katsuki would have paid better attention, but he remembered enough from last time that when it was over, and he was told to stand from the couch and pull down his pants and underwear- he did.
He stood there. He stood there like a little kid, covering his private area as best he could but he wasn't standing for long. As soon as Aizawa returned with the paddle and sat down, he guided the boy across his lap and rolled up his sleeve. Each minute of Katsuki's age, he received a minute of spanking by hand and then would receive swats of the paddle- one per year- bent over the desk, and if there were any additions, Aizawa would name them before he began.
So far, Bakugo was two minutes in and remaining stronger than he had before. He grit his teeth until his jaw ached. Soon he couldn't keep quiet- he shouted out occasionally and gripped onto the end of the sofa for any source of comfort.
"Katsuki, if you try to impede your bottom with your foot again, I'll swat the sole of your foot and you'll curse the day you began to walk." Aizawa once threatened.
"Yes, sensei." Bakugo said, immediately. He was mostly stunned that The Great Eraserhead had just used his first name, before the first loud "Ow!" Came into play.
At eight minutes, Bakugo started crying. Twelve came and he finally couldn't take it anymore. He begged for Aizawa to stop- do the rest another day- he would be the best student- he'd always do his homework- there would never be another lie from his mouth… promises, promises, promises.
"It's okay to cry, you know." Aizawa said.
"Hmm-mph." Katsuki breathed in retribution.
"Everyone does." The instructor reminded.
"Not EVERYONE." Bakugo waivered, on the verge of tears.
SWAT!
Bakugo finally cried out again. It had been awhile. At fourteen minutes, he was fighting to get off of his teacher's lap, but Aizawa was a step ahead and straightened his left leg, slightly, to tilt the teen's bottom upwards and no longer allow Bakugo's feet to reach the floor. Finally, the clock ticked to the final second and Bakugo was allowed to get up and retrieve the paddle and bend over the desk.
Bakugo wanted to rub out his bottom, but decided against it, as Aizawa rolled down his sleeve and grabbed the paddle. Katsuki got into position.
He took the paddling better than the hand swats but only marginally. After Aizawa cracked the last swat over the boy's rear, Bakugo was sent to the corner and handed his sweatpants and briefs. He waited, facing the corner, for fifteen minutes and then was called to Aizawa and ordered to sit.
Sitting seemed unfair, but Bakugo placed himself, gently, on the couch and listened to his teacher's calming voice as he explained that it was time for breakfast.
"We will go to the cafeteria and you can ask to have yours in a bento and bring it to your room. I'll sign off with Lunch Rush. Therapy is at noon." Shota explained. He looked straight into Bakugo's eyes. "Katsuki Bakugo." He straightned up, standing. "If you EVER run away again or do something reckless. I hope you understand that you will not be affordered the luxury of a spanking. You WILL be put into a hospitalization program for a month and then placed in General Studies for a semester. I'm sorry but I know that you are a smart boy and will choose well. Now get up and let's get you breakfast."
And with that, they left for breakfast (although Bakugo did walk a little stiffer than before.)