Three days had passed and Bakugo wasn't getting better. He rejected counseling to Aizawa's annoyance and concern, but at least the instructor realized that Katsuki would have to deal with things on his own.
His shipment of nighttime tabbed briefs came in to the infirmary and Aizawa had the kindness to drop them off in a paper bag to the student's dorm room after classes.
"I need to discuss something with you." Shota Aizawa said, sternly. "Sit down. At your desk and lose the attitude." He warned, in response to the teen's eye roll.
"But my bed is so much more comfortable, and—" Bakugo began to argue.
"Now." Shota ordered.
Obediently, the student sat at his desk chair, uncomfortable as it was. He already had to deal with hard chairs in class. He wiggled, slightly. "Can I just stand?" The boy asked.
"See?" Aizawa asked, pointedly. "You're moving around. I can see it in class. You're not anxious. You have a rash. Recovery Girl supplied you with what you need."
There was a moment of silence as Bakugo scowled. His teacher was right, but he felt like it was too humiliating to add powder and cream to his nighttime routine. It would make him smell like baby powder and he didn't want that. He was no infant.
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It caught Shota off-guard. He could tell that Katsuki had kept counseling on his mind. He hoped that he kept it as a possibility in the future. He couldn't push the teen into facing his traumas, but there was an expectation that the students keep themselves safe and that means no unnecessary risks.
Aizawa dreaded the next bit of the conversation. He knew that Bakugo had to pay the price eventually but decided that the boy was somehow deserving of a warning.
"And in addition to not taking care of your rash immediately and letting it get worse, you're projecting your own anger and insecurities onto the others. You are frankly being a bully, Bakugo. You are pushing yourself to work out harder in the gym earlier and earlier. I've seen you come close to sleeping in my class. Therefore, you are banned from the gym for a week."
This was NOT how Katsuki wanted a conversation to go. Whom was his teacher to tell him what to do?
"No." Bakugo objected. "Being in the gym keeps me calm and I need to work out."
The exhausted instructor narrowed his eyes. "You are this close to getting yourself a spanking, young man, so I suggest you turn it around with the attitude NOW." He held up his finger and thumb to squish the air and demonstrate how close to corporal punishment Katsuki was. However, when the teen became antsy sitting down for too long on an itchy and sore bottom, the attitude did NOT stop. He hit the final nerve and the last straw.
"I'm fifteen. I can do what I damn want." Bakugo growled in reply. "And I have things to do—"
Aizawa stepped back and reached for the door handle. "Do not think that I am going anywhere without you. You know what you have just cost yourself." He spoke. "You've earned a spanking. Now get up and put on sweatpants. I will meet you outside the room in two minutes."
The teacher exited the room and pulled out his phone. He texted Mic.
Discipline for Bakugo.
We'll have to postpone dinner together, Hizashi.
I don't see this one as being 'easy'.
Bakugo stepped out in his gym clothes, which was sweatpants and a cotton tank top—black, per usual. The boy followed his teacher across the lawn, on the asphalt, and marched up the stairs onto the second floor where the staff offices were. To his dismay, he watched Aizawa push the key into the lock of his office and turn the handle. The teen was summoned in.