In the dead of early morning, Aizawa found Bakugo out of his sleeping bag. Well, truth be told, Aizawa found Katsuki on the floor of the cabin, but that was only because the boy couldn't move his leg that he, himself, injured to the point of splinting. Aizawa gave the teen a hand and got him to sat up on his bed. Itchy. Wet. Squishy. The boy made a face.

"You're wet." Aizawa said, devoid of emotion. Bakugo couldn't tell if he was annoyed or not. Aizawa wasn't annoyed. He was exhausted. He seized Katsuki's wrist and pulled him up and over his shoulder.

"Hey!" Bakugo hissed.

"Quiet. You'll wake the others." Aizawa said, down low, as he closed the door to the shelter and made his way down the three wooden steps.

Katsuki propped up his face on his hand. "The blood is rushing to my head." He griped. He was also embarrassed that he had a sleep-boner but was grateful that his diaper hid that. He could feel himself going softer, now that he was waking up. "I want down." He said, before rolling his eyes, knowing that he sounded like a little kid, but hey- he was being carried.

Aizawa set the teen down in front of the med bay steps and he hobbled up before making his way on one foot to the bathroom. He closed the door and pulled down his pants to un-tab the briefs. Then he emptied the rest of his bladder, which was only a couple of drops of yellow liquid. He sighed and pulled his pants up. Fuck! He forgot to grab another diaper, but it was sitting next to the sink with a tube of ointment and a sticky note that said. "DON'T MAKE ME CHECK."

Katsuki frowned, badassery taken down another level, and put on a fresh set of padded briefs before stepping out on the wrong foot. Literally. "Ow! Fuck!" He cursed.

"That was stupid." Mic said, before kissing Aizawa on the cheek. "C'mon. I'm going to wrap your ankle in an ice pack and send you back to bed."

Gay. Bakugo thought, but he didn't think less of his teachers. He had been proven that they could whoop his ass. But could he take them in a fight? Now there was a thought.

"I could take you in a fight. I'll get my own ass back to bed." Katsuki yawned.

Aizawa's eyes grew and flared at the audacity of the teen at this hour of the morning and with his teachers.

"Listen closely, Mr. In-Training." Shota began. "You will return to camp tomorrow evening and bring your laptop to the infirmary. I want a 7 page paper on why exactly you could not take a pro in a fight, the definition of audacity, and why you feel you have the right to speak your mind in front of elders, so."

"So you want me to write a paper?!"

Aizawa frowned, somehow harder, "I want your ass in your bed this instant."

When Shota returned, Hizashi laughed and pumped his arms side-to-side, lightly stomping his feet. "I'm Bakugo. I'm indestructible and impossible." He laughed. He took Aizawa's hand and led him to bed. "Typical Katsuki Bakugo." Mic said. "So why'd you let him under your skin tonight?"

Aizawa sighed. "EVERYTHING is getting under my skin tonight." He sighed. "Let's go to bed."

When morning arrived, the extra-needs boys got up. No one EXCEPT Bakugo was dry. He was also still on Aizawa's bad side. They eventually finished up with a final quirk training exercise, of which Katsuki had to sit out.

"It's. NOT. Fair." Bakugo said, angrily, as he elevated his ankle. All Might stood by, watching the match and ignored his student. The teen was watching his teammates in Class 1-A boys struggle getting up a 15 meter cliff without him. It was frustrating, for sure, as he was one of the only ones who could fly. 1-A girls crushed the challenge because Yaoyurozu made a ladder and got the team up in no time. 1-B boys were close behind the 1-A girls for second place.

"I can help with ONE leg." Bakugo said, finally.

Toshinori looked down to his student, who was leaning back in the plastic chair, crossing his arms. "No, Young Bakugo. I'm not putting you in. You have to know your limits and that includes your misbehavior."

"Mr. Aizawa said if I were his kid, he'd send me away." Katsuki said, dejected.

The retired hero squat down adjacent to Bakugo's chair. "He meant that he would send you to a treatment center if you were his son. You know that."

"And?" Bakugo nudged, sitting up and leaning on the arm of the chair. He had been trying not to wiggle around because his diaper rash was back.

"I think we all feel responsible for your kidnapping." Toshinori finally spat out. "So we want to FIX it and there is no way to just fix trauma."

"CLASS 1-A MADE IT UP THE WALL IN LAST PLACE!" Mic announced. "WITH A TIME OF A WHOPPING 30 MINUTES AND 17 SECONDS!"

"Ugh." Katsuki said, getting up out of his chair and leaning on it. "I'm going to my cabin. You comin', babysitter?"

Back at U.A., it was nearing eleven at night and everyone was sent to take their items to their room, off the bus, and go straight to sleep.

Bakugo had to get help because he was on crutches. He followed Aizawa to the infirmary and found Shoto was already there. Katsuki had a slight fever and he was ready to crash on the spring-loaded mattress. It dipped under his weight and he swung his legs up. Throwing a pillow under the unelevated ankle. Recovery Girl was working late. She stayed to meet up with the boys.

Shoto took his antidepressants and changed into a diaper. It was the last of his pack and he wanted to try the pull-on type next, so he shared the information with Recovery Girl, sheepishly. Bakugo, however, was all on his alone on the other side of the curtain, waiting.

"You're almost out of briefs, too, Young Bakugo." She said, as she closed the curtain.

"Yeah? Don't buy any more." Bakugo complained, eyes closed, headphones on at a low volume.

He was on his side and not paying attention. He got a sharp smack to his bottom. He yelped in surprise and found Aizawa.

"You couldn't sit still on the bus ride." He said. "I should be on BREAK." Aizawa added before sighing. "Shuzenji, can you check him for a fever and heal his ankle? I suspect he has an infection. And a rash."

Recovery Girl looked at Katsuki and raised an eyebrow. "Now, young man. Have you been taking care of yourself?"

Bakugo had that rare feeling: the feeling of telling the truth. "No." He said, before rolling over. She sighed and asked him to disrobe and she would give him a gown. She pulled the curtain between him and Shoto completely closed and grabbed some gloves.

The verdict: he had a fever from infection.

"I'll give you an antibiotic with your medications." Shuzenji said, scurrying away and pulling the gloves off.

Katsuki sat up as Shoto opened the curtain.

"What? Wanted to see me miserable?" Bakugo asked.

Todoroki quirked an eyebrow and looked at the camera with the pasted sign. "It's been more than five minutes. I don't want a spanking."

"Fuck you." Katsuki groaned and rolled over. He coughed and put his headphones on again. Recovery Girl asked Shoto to sit on his bed and wait for his medications before she healed Bakugo's ankle to a degree that his body could recover it fully in 2-3 days.

Shuzenji handed two paper cups over and prepared a shot. "Take your pills now. It will take a day or two to heal that messed up ankle of yours, Young Bakugo."

"Days?!" Katsuki exclamined. "BUT YOUR QUIRK-"

"What's the big deal?" Todoroki asked. "It's not like you haven't sabotaged yourself in the past."

Bakugo hated that Shoto was right. He thought back to them fighting in the grass the first nights he started wetting the bed and also to him hiding the pill in his sock. Ughhh.

"Thank you." Katsuki finally grumbled before downing the pills and taking a shot in the thigh. The boys took turns changing into their nighttime briefs and went to sleep.