It was a boring week at school and both Shoto and Katsuki were able to fly under the radar and keep their behaviors in line well enough to be moved back into the dorms. Mr. Aizawa stacked the quizzes in his hands. "We have a training camp coming up next week. If memory serves me correctly, not much has been done to help your quirks, physically, but techniques and mastery remain to be improving."
The students buzzed with excitement AND nerves. Todorokoi looked at Bakugo and received a glare back.
"That being said, it will be hard and you will have to use teamwork as a class to be able to obtain anything significant from this training camp. Please use this weekend to rest and pack for 5 days. If you have questions, please keep them to yourselves or ask Mic, who seems to be just as excited. And fret not. We will have full security and will not be detailing to anyone other than upper management the exact location of this camp. That is all. You are dismissed." He said, in finality with the bell.
The students shuffled out and Aizawa headed to the staff lounge. He sat down with a cup of tea and the dorm instructors: Midnight, Present Mic, and All Might. He looked up from his phone to see that he was the first one there. He set down his bag and took a seat on the couch. He closed his eyes and leaned on his propped up fist.
"Guess who?" Came a voice, and a pair of light-skinned hands covering his eyes. A whisper came to Shota's ear. "I'll give you a hint- you've been his bottom for ten years."
"Mic-" Aizawa choked on his own oxygen.
"CORRECT!" Mic sang.
"Sorry I'm late." Midnight said, taking a seat.
"I AM HERE!" All Might boomed, with a grin. He took a seat across from Present Mic and Eraserhead. "And I brought biscuits, so I'm not that sorry that I am two minutes late." He admitted.
They got down to logistics. Aizawa cleared his throat. "You know what I am going to raise with the trouble kids..." He trailed off. The group nodded and he continued. "Well, I don't think we need it being obvious that Todoroki and Bakugo have accommodations and I don't think having the two of them constantly isolated is healthy."
"I have another student for you, Eraserhead." Toshinori raised. He waited for a second before sighing. "Izuku Midoriya is having nighttime wetting, too. It's been a few days, evidently. He disclosed it to me just now and is worried about sharing a cabin with the boys."
Kayama frowned. "That makes three boys showing signs of trauma. And we have girls that are uncomfortable with this, too. Jiro and Uraraka look beaten down. They go to bed on time but as far as I know, they are unwilling to sleep in the dorms without a nightlight- how are we supposed to accommodate the hard stuff if we don't even know what to do for a simple nightlight?"
Yamada spoke. "Nightlights are easy- Sho and I stayed at this camp our Senior Year and even though that was 6 years ago, every cabin had a lantern out front and I think they have power outlets inside. We'll just make it mandatory that every cabin has a lantern inside, too. Let's just lie to the students and say its so we can do headcounts."
"Should we let them have their cell phones?" All Might asked.
"NO." All of the others chorused.
"We'll keep them safe. Snipe and Hound Dog are coming, too, don't forget." Midnight said.
They all nodded and left for their dorms while the students excitedly packed and relaxed on a Friday evening.
Hizashi walked with Shota and spoke. "Being a teacher is hard. Especially when your kids are under attack, constantly." he sighed.
"We have to make cabin arrangements. Let's go to the infirmary and count meds, I suppose." Aizawa said. "And what was up with your comment in the staff room?!"
Mic blushed. "I wanted to get your blood pumping. You looked tired."
"Ugh." Shota responded.
They found Recovery Girl.
"Hello, Shuzenji." They greeted Recovery Girl. "We need a week of meds and diapers for three students."
She left and came back with a whole box.
"Wha-"
"Oh there's more." Recovery Girl assured. "You'll need to store emergency Ativan in a vial in the fridge or a cooler for Bakugo. Mic, you've been giving the intramuscular shots, right?"
"Yes, ma'am." Mic assured. "I'll need a sharps container and-"
"Mr. Aizawa! Mr. Aizawa!" It was Izuku Midoriya's voice. He was running, full speed. "Kacchan needs his meds!" The student was leaning on the door handle and panting.
"What's going on, Midoriya?" Aizawa asked, back turned to Mic and Recovery Girl, already leaving. "Where is he?"
"He's in his room but he locked the door and I don't know the code or have an auxiliary key but he was breathing really hard and then it just stopped and he won't respond. We were the only ones on the floor- I don't think anyone else knows and Kacchan would be so pissed if anyone found out, but I think the most important thing-" Deku continued to mutter.
They arrived on the dorm's property and entered before running up the stairs. Shoto was talking to Katsuki through the door, trying to look and see anything he could under the door.
"Thank you gentlemen, you are dismissed." Shota said, shooing away Midoriya and Todoroki.
They left for the elevator and Aizawa was already in the room, where Bakugo was aspirating vomit and covered in urine on the floor in his boxers and an undershirt. He was having a traumatic flashback.
Aizawa did what he did best, and lectured the boy. "Young Bakugo. If you are going to make such a scene at least be dressed."
It caught Katsuki's attention and his eyes began shifting in his head, looking for reality.
"Eraser-"
"Yeah, kiddo." Shota said, calmly. "Just come on back. Wake up and for the love of God SPIT. You've inhaled your lunch... again. There you go. It's just fine. Spit out and give one good cough to clear your airway.
Gently, Aizawa toweled off the boy's face and gave a few blows to the middle of his shoulder blades to clear the aspiration as you would a small child and Katsuki drooled. Aizawa wiped it up. He knew what HE believed: If this scared boy were his kid, he'd be out of UA and in a residential trauma program far away and protected. BUT given that it was a systematic failure by himself as a teacher and the school, they must accommodate the boy. Bakugo sat up and for once in a long time, cried.
Aizawa knelt down again and stripped the boy's shirt over his head and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers for the young hero-in-training to change into and turned around. When he looked back at the mess of a teen on the floor, he was still in just his soiled boxers. Mic entered in through the door a few minutes later with bleach wipes and a bag to clean up the mess, while Aizawa sat the shell-shocked boy on the bed, with his hips wrapped in a clean towel.
"Young Bakugo?" Aizawa asked.
"Yeah, yeah- I'm fine, ok. Look, just don't get all bitchy about it. I just had a little freak out moment."
"No. You had a full flashback that scared you so badly, you ejected everything in your body." Aizawa said. "And you are NOT going to the training camp. I've decided."
A knock sounded on the door, and Recovery Girl was there, with a needle. "Ativan, 1 dose."
"Recovery Girl is here." Yamada changed topics, closing the door behind Shuzenji, and returning to clean the floor.
"Everyone STOP." Bakugo said. "I WANT to go to the training camp. I need to just... UGHH!"
Aizawa sat next to Katsuki and pulled him over his lap.
"You can't spank me for trying to- hey!" Bakugo fought. He didn't receive a spanking, but rather an injection to the left butt cheek.
"That will calm you down a little." Aizawa said. "And you need to calm down. I will let you go on this training camp, but you have to take your pills and you have to wear your briefs at night. I've already segregated you into a cabin with two others, okay?"
Bakugo was sat back up and handed the boxers. It was now just Mic and Aizawa left with Katsuki. "Put some underpants on, please." Mic said. "You have two days to prove you can go. Behave."
The teachers left. Bakugo slept. And in 48 hours they made the decision that for reasons better or worse, King Explosion Murder God Dynamite was coming WITH.