T.W. Mentions of suicidal ideation in teenagers

Hours passed and the other students had started to notice that Bakugo wasn't out in the common area, where he used to study all the time. Denki Kaminari and Eijirio Kirishima were throwing pencils at a cup across the floor, sitting cross-legged, when Bakugo finally came out of his room.

"Well, well, well, he finally emerges- the man of the hour!" Denki said, getting up, off-balance. Kirishima followed.

"You look like hell, my guy." The spiky red-haired student taunted.

Bakugo shrugged. "Just came out to study. You should too." He said, eying his friends.

"Nah, I'd rather throw pencils at a cup. If I get one in, that means that I should take a shower." Denki explained.

Eijirio laughed. "Dude, you smell like garbage."

"That's the smell of your personality." Kaminari returned, sticking out his tongue. Kirishima punched him. Katsuki laughed. Finally. But then he cleared his throat and ordered silence. He sat, gingerly.

The other boys exchanged looks. Eijirio leaned over and whispered to Denki, "You owe me five hundred yen. Bakugo totally got his ass whooped."

Bakugo snapped his pen and crumpled his paper. He threw the pen across the room and with two satisfying "clink" sounds, it landed in the cup.

"AND you have to take a shower!" Kirishima laughed.

The boys dispersed but said their goodbye's to their hot-headed friend.

At ten in the evening, Ectoplasm apparated one of his clones to the study room. He often appeared suddenly and out of nowhere, seemingly, when he was on dorm watching duty.

"It is time for bed, Bakugo." Ectoplasm announced. "Everyone else has left."

Katsuki closed his notebook and pushed in his chair with the back of his foot. "Respectfully, sir, I'm not tired."

Several clones converged into one and the echo lessened. He was talking to the actual body now. "Are you scared, young man?"

"Wha- no!" Bakugo sputtered, following his teacher to his room. "I'm not."

Ectoplasm stopped outside of the student's door and lowered his voice. "Kayama Sensei has you down to being checked in only every thirty minutes. Another will be by to see you once more before you slumber. Please do try to rest."

Ah, so that was why he had no shadow! Well, he liked it better that way. He nodded and punched in the code to his room before closing the door behind him. He had a text from Shoto.

Are you awake, still? Or have you already changed?

Katsuki ignored it, changed into his diaper, and scrolled on his phone. He wasn't feeling very well but he decided that he was going to be fine. He just had to fall asleep. He put on headphones and blared music.

At precisely eleven, married teacher power couple, Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada came in to check on the boy. Yamada Sensei handed over Bakugo's shirt that he recognized as 'that one shirt he threw up on earlier in the day.'

He cringed, remembering.

"Are you okay?" Aizawa interrupted.

"Yes." Katsuki responded, taking off his headphones. "Sensei, can I have my notebook back?" He asked.

Shota shook his head. "I'm sorry, but we have decided that it isn't good for you."

Bakugo was angry. He couldn't very well get on board with the whole 'everyone else knowing what was good for him' train. He wanted to get mad, but Mic's cell went off and the pro hero's face went pale. He dashed out of the room.

"One minute." Aizawa said, following suite.

There was shouting and someone slammed a door. Katsuki's fight-or-flight immediately set in. Someone had come for him. Someone was here. SHIGARAKI, maybe?! Panicked, he locked himself in the closet and hid behind the dresser. He felt blood drain from his face and his legs shook as he urinated in fear.

"Damn it!" Bakugo cried, covering his face and biting his hand, where his busted knuckle was still healing. He froze and stayed quiet as the door to his room was opened with a key. Oh my God, he's in my room! Bakugo thought. He squeezed his eyes closed, but that made the images appear and suddenly he felt his eyes start to dart from the left to the right, reading some invisible ink on the back of his eyelids of a terrible story. A story he didn't want to remember.

"Katsuki?" Came Aizawa's voice. "Where are you? Now is not the time for games. There is an emergency and I need to account for you."

Finally, after Aizawa searched the room, Mic came in and traded places. He looked in the closet after asking, "babe, did you check the closet?" and got the response "'Zashi, why would he be in the closet?"

But there he was, frozen in fear, eyes squeezed closed, behind the dresser.

Present Mic lightly touched the boy's shoulder and towed him out and put him on the bed.

"Infirmary I think should do well for both of them." Came a distinct voice. Midnight. She was called in yet again for another crisis. "Goodnight, Bakugo." She said, ripping her sleeve. Bakugo held his breath, but she planned for that and chopped the back of his neck, leaving him gasping for air and falling asleep. He never opened his eyes.

When sun came through the blinds, Katsuki looked over to Todoroki, who was changing into a fresh t-shirt. He was more quiet than usual, and his diaper had been rolled up and bagged and thrown away in the bin.

"Shoto?" Bakugo asked. "Where—"

"Infirmary." Shoto answered.

"Why?" Came another question from Katsuki, but he never got to ask, because All Might came past the curtain after asking for permission, and looked, sadly, at the two boys.

"Good morning, young gentlemen. Are you ready?"

Now Bakugo was thoroughly confused. "Ready for what? What's going on?! Argh! It's like I have no clue what is even happening anymore!"

Shoto was putting his boots on. He wasn't in his uniform. Finally, he looked at Katsuki. "Last night, I-uh - was upset. I thought about jumping out of the window. I'm going to the hospital for a psych evaluation."

Bakugo thought back to the text message. Shit. THAT was how Todoroki was asking for help?! Calmly?!

All Might nodded. "Pack your things for a few days. I'm taking you back to the dorms." He looked at Bakugo. "And you, young man. You have school in an hour. Snipe Sensei is coming by to bring you to breakfast."

Okay. So that answered whether Bakugo was going- for now he was in the clear. For once, however, he didn't want to go to school. He cleared his throat. "I'm not feeling very well. May I stay in the infirmary?"

All Might looked perplexed. "Stay? Well, I guess you can. I'll call Recovery Girl." He turned back to Shoto. "The cab driver just texted. We have a few minutes. Let's get your stuff."

Katsuki stood, sweating in place, but realizing that Todoroki may really be put in a psychiatric ward made his heart drop. He called to Shoto, making the other teen turn around. Deeply, Bakugo bowed and returned upright. He scowled.

"Get better, you pussy."