The Bakugo Parents had been keeping a close eye on Katsuki, as well as working with the school. Principal Nezu finally got an answer he'd been expecting: a YES to sending Katsuki for a psychiatric evaluation. While the school could not disclose any information on the Todoroki boy's experience, they did confirm that a student had gone in, and was doing better on medication. "Keeping him safe at night" was the main hope of the Bakugo parents and staff; especially because the staff was splitting off to watch both Shoto and Bakugo on nights. The two teen boys were on fifteen minute checks and when there were not enough eyes to go around, the boys had to share a room in the infirmary. They also fought a lot.
After finding blood on Todoroki's pillow and a burn on Bakugo's neck, it had become obvious that the two boys were fighting and hiding it. Now it was one in the morning and Aizawa was grilling them for answers. Afraid of a spanking, neither boy would admit it.
"Why are you fighting?" Aizawa asked, confused. "It's one am. You should be ASLEEP. We ALL should." He said, adding the latter part with a dose of bitterness, but Shoto nor Katsuki felt bad. They were used to their teacher being tired.
"We got into a disagreement, sure, but we're used to fighting with each other." Todoroki said, calmly. He was tired and had actually already gotten to sleep. He was also sitting in a partially soaked diaper because he went to sleep and it was getting itchy.
Bakugo agreed. "Yeah."
Aizawa was not amused. "Are you boys keeping your fights verbal or do we need a talk about 'keeping our hands to ourselves'?"
That got Bakugo angry. He hated being talked to like a kid. "It's a Saturday early morning. We got into a disagreement. End of story, Sensei."
With a heavy sigh, Aizawa nodded to Todoroki's pillow and to the pillow case "hidden" under the mattress. A corner stuck out. He was also "hiding" at least one sheet of paper. He would have to ask what that was about later. The instructor then made eye contact with Katsuki and then to the burn mark on the neck.
"Looks like Todoroki's handprint. Hurts, doesn't it?" Shota said. Both boys looked away. He continued. "We are installing a monitor. End of story. Todoroki, I'm pulling the curtain closed, see that you change your overnight briefs. Bakugo, you're squirming. Do you have a rash?" The instructor asked, pulling the curtain closed. He added one more thing, speaking through the curtain. "And Todoroki, if I think you're doing something stupid, I WILL come over there."
Shoto sighed. "Yes, Sensei."
He turned to Katsuki and crouched down, voice low. "I want you to go take a shower and apply an antibiotic cream to your rash and TAKE. BETTER. CARE. I am bringing you to the hospital for an evaluation at your parent's request."
Katsuki's eyes widened and he looked genuinely scared for a second before masking it with anger. He took a deep breath to start an argument, but Aizawa cut him off.
"And if you cause a scene about this and act like a little kid, I have permission to discipline you. I believe your mother when she says that you are combative with authority. I will NOT tolerate it. So get a shower, and address the downstairs situation, and be ready to go to the Hospital at seven am." The pro hero stood. "Todoroki? Are you changed?"
The curtain opened. Shoto was in his workout civilian clothes and his bottom was not padded, under his shorts. His knee had an awful bruise, that looked as if it was swelling, rapidly. "I'm not sleeping anymore. I'm going to the gym."
Aizawa caught sight of the bruise. "No, you're not. Go put an ice pack on that right now." He got up from his crouch by Katsuki's bed. It was nearing two. The gym was open always, sure, but the kids needed to swipe their ID cards and that was back at the dorm. "And you." He said, turning back to Bakugo. "Shower. Now."
Todoroki and Bakugo got up and were sent in separate directions: Katsuki to the bathroom that they shared, and Shoto to the small fridge out of the room in the office next door. Shota Aizawa sighed. He was getting a headache.
Neither the shower turned on, nor did Todoroki come back within five minutes. Aw, fuck. Now whom did he go to check on first? The silence in the bathroom was concerning. Bakugo seemed to only go quiet when flashbacks started, but Shoto was already being stubborn. As Aizawa made his way to the bathroom, the water turned on, and Katsuki walked out in a towel.
"I forgot soap." He said, fetching the bar out of a plastic medical bin that also had his changing supplies.
So that's where Bakugo was. Good. Now Shoto. The door chimed and then chimed a second time. Shota took off into a sprint and ran out of the room and looked down the hallway to find his husband, Hizashi Yamada, holding Todoroki by the back of his shirt.
"Lost one." Yamada said, marching Todoroki back to the room.
While Shota checked his watch, Hizashi sat Shoto on his bed and lectured him on how he didn't get to pull a "whatever, man" attitude and leave for the gym and that there would be discipline. Todoroki didn't seem to care.
Finally Aizawa interrupted. "What's going on?" He finally asked, pulling up a plastic chair that the overnight sitters typically used as of a few nights ago. Shoto looked away. "Eyes. Here." Shota ordered.
"I just want to forget about it, okay? Can we not talk about this?" Todoroki pled.
Yamada narrowed his eyes. Shoto was gently touching his scarred eye. A lightbulb went off. "What's with the contraband under your mattress?"
Right. Aizawa meant to check that. He tapped on Shoto's shoulder to scoot off the bed for a second and lifted the hospital mattress. It crinkled with the bedwetting sheet on and he found a lot of torn paper and the nosebleed-streaked pillowcase. He took the articles out and placed it on the bedside table that held a plastic bin with Shoto's changing supplies. It had letters addressed to his mother and there were deep tears through them.
"Is it a trauma anniversary?" Hizashi gently asked.
"My eye." Todoroki nodded. He flopped back and rolled over. "And I keep dreaming about it. It's more of a nightmare than a dream."
Yamada was studying the drawings and reading the letters to ensure they were no "goodbye forever" notes. They were not. But there was a LOT of anger and regret. He stacked them as best he could and placed them under the supplies bin. Hizashi spoke. "Shoto, thank you for telling us so that we can understand. I will take you to the gym in the morning. We will go at seven, but you need to go back to sleep now. Do you want an Ativan?"
Todoroki shook his head.
Aizawa opened a drawer and pulled out a diaper. "You need to change. Do it now before Katsuki gets out."
Todoroki muttered his grievances on having to change into a fresh one into his pillow.
Suddenly Shota checked his watch again, realizing that Katsuki should be out of the shower. It was two-thirty in the morning. It had been about a half hour since he returned with soap. There was no way that water was still hot.
Hizashi seemed to pick up on the anxiety his husband was feeling because it occurred to him, too that Bakugo had been M.I.A for some time now.
Aizawa set down the diaper and picked up his husband's clipboard. He swatted Shoto's bottom HARD, making the boy object loudly and pick his head up out of the uncovered pillow.
"Next one is on your boxers or a diaper. Choose." Shota threatened the double-quirked boy. The instructor realized the extent of how much this kid was never raised. Shoto was usually polite and kind, but as with teen-aged boys, when they didn't want to do something because of their pride, they put up quite a fight. He had a feeling that Endeavour didn't do much to help his son.
Realizing that if he didn't put on his tabbed briefs, he was in for a spanking, Todoroki sat up and took the diaper. Aizawa thanked him and moved to the other side of the curtain, after closing the door to the room.
Bakugo was now on his bed, hair spiky from being towel-dried and combed out. "You, too. I will wake you up at six. Change into a diaper or your bottom faces a wooden clipboard on the bare." Aizawa said.
Bakugo nodded. It was odd seeing the boy openly nervous, but he took the clean diaper.
Mic decided that he would stay with the boys, as Aizawa was now without an extra two hours of sleep. They moved to the hallway.
"I'll sit and watch until we can have a monitor put it. Bakugo has a burn on his back, too. They fought for sure." Yamada explained. "Go now. Our bed should still be warm."
Aizawa thanked him and kissed his cheek. "See you at six."
"See you at six."