The words still rang in his head. Aizawa was PISSED.
"...a seven 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."
Bakugo swallowed and faced his laptop, sitting in a diaper and sweatpants. Todoroki was snoring, softly.
The main reason I could not take a Pro on in a fight is because I lack experience and training, despite the fact that I will be Number One in the near future...
Katsuki began.
The definition of audacity is "An act or instance of intrepidity or insolent heedlessness", which is exactly how I behaved yesterday when I volunteered to take on one of my Senseis in a threatening manner.
"Can you type quieter?" Shoto asked.
"Throw a pillow over your head." Bakugo grumbled, scratching behind his ear as his laptop sat, properly named, in his cross-legged lap to the detriment and pain of his tibial tendons. "Die while you're at it."
"Ha. Ha." Todoroki mocked, flat and sarcastically. "Very funny."
There was silence as Katsuki typed. He paused to quickly grumble: "I'm sorry, Shoto."
Gentle breathing was all Bakugo got in return. Todoroki would wake up soon enough. He typically had bad dreams an hour after falling into his sleep cycle.
I feel I have the right to speak my mind to elders because I am not a kid. I am a fully fledged teenager and will be fifteen in six days.
Katsuki only added the last part to the paper because he hoped someone would remember, but he pretended to even himself that he didn't actually care. Next Tuesday he would be fifteen. Yeah. He'd leave this fourteen-year-old trauma to someone else. Some "younger Katsuki" that he would never have to see again.
He settled his laptop down in the bedside table drawer and wound up the charger before falling asleep.
Seven a.m. His alarm beeped and he woke up before "snoozing" it and rolling over. He was awoken by Aizawa. Great. Just who he didn't want to see.
"Class starts in ten minutes. Or have you forgotten? I saw Todoroki in the cafeteria without you. Get up."
Bakugo rolled over and tried to stand before remembering his ankle. That shit still hurt. "Ah!" He hissed. Shota was tired of dealing with this kid but he also owed his student an apology for letting Katsuki get under his skin. They talked.
"So I don't have to write a paper?" Bakugo asked, hopefully.
"No." Aizawa frowned. "But I'll change it to FOUR pages." He sighed. "Now get up."
Katsuki remembered that he was wet. He squirmed. "I- uh- I'll be there as soon as possible, sir." He said, sheepishly looking away.
"Did you have an accident?" The instructor asked, hands clasped behind his back, while looking out the window of the infirmary.
"No! I just need to shower." Bakugo tried.
"Katsuki. We know you can't help it." Eraserhead said. "Just get up and clean yourself off. I have an announcement in class and you will need to be there."
"Fine." The teen agreed, before tucking the crutch under his arm and shuffling to ise the bathroom.
Todoroki blinked. Midoriya spun a pencil while thinking about whose quirks he hadn't documented yet. Kamianri texted Jiro, secretly, and Kirishima slept. The door slammed open and Bakugo limped into class. He turned and shut it.
Eijirio awoke with a start and Kaminari and Kyoka shoved their phones away. Izuku snapped his notebook shut. Shoto blinked... again.
"Good. Everyone's here." Eraserhead finally said before setting down the chalk. He waited until Katsuki was seated. "Principal Nezu is concerned on our student's mental health and we will be holding mandatory group therapy. End of story. You will each be seen and evaluated. If you pass the evaluation, your parents agree that you don't need it AND you show no signs of trauma, you may skip. Until all three conditions are met, you will have to be pulled for group every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday after school."
Some kids groaned, most shifted nervously, Jiro dismissed herself and Aizawa allowed her to leave. They launched into lesson and Midnight Sensei found Kyoka and began trying to talk her down.
Bakugo could feel his stomach drop as Jiro's scream echoed the phrase "What part of I almost died do I have to RELIVE?!" Silence before "DON'T TOUCH ME YOU MOTHERFU-" beeeeeeep!
The school bell rang for first period and Aizawa's students waited, patiently, an air of nerves around them- too scared to speak.
"First period is held in the auditorium. You are analyzing an English film. Please go." The instructor said before the kids hurried to get to the auditorium. Shota hoped Katsuki would hesitate to get up, so he could grab him.
"Off to the infirmary, please." Aizawa said, walking to Bakugo, who had slipped off his jacket to bury his face in it, atop the desk. "I can see it was too much. I am sorry. You're already scheduled for the group with Midoriya, Shinso, Todoroki, and Jiro."
Aizawa heard a piece of chalk crunch under foot and his head turned, quickly. His scarf cut through the air and he seized Kirishima.
"Woah, woah, woah!" Eijirio panicked. "I was gonna carry him to the auditorium! Promise, Mr. Aizawa!"
"Take him to the clinic, instead, but don't go in with him. I will meet you two there." Eraserhead ordered.
The instructor grabbed his briefcase and took off, swiftly, to the infirmary to check in on Kyoka. She had the ends of her earphone jacks plugging her ears and she was sucking on a juice box, an empty oral syringe that previously had a blue syrup that tasted like syrup, drained.
"Oral sedative?" Aizawa asked.
Shuzenji nodded and explained, "My quirk can't make anything as strong as a pharmaceutical, but it can make a mild sedative. Let her sit for a moment. She is unhappy with the news. Now where is Todoroki?"
"In class." Aizawa said, as the clinic door chimed, signaling Katsuki. "Bakugo is not going to take kindly to vulnerability, so I sent him here to calm down. I need to email some on-his-own-work. May I send it to the clinic printer? He needs the assignments done by Friday."
"Of course. Now shoo." Reciovery Girl said, before poring over Katsuki's ankle and sending him to rest from the news. But Bakugo was not nervous, he assured her, he was angry.
"I've had enough therapy shit for a lifetime. I'm a hero, not a victim." He grumbled. He grumbled about how he wasn't going to do it, no matter what his parents said- or the school- or Midnight. He grumbled about it over a juice box with a slightly odd taste for 'grape'. He grumbled himself until he finished the juice with an Ativan and grumbled himself into a nap.