Six-thirty arrived and Shoto had already gotten up and showered and headed to the gym with Mic Sensei. Meanwhile, Katsuki was getting dressed. Jeans and a t-shirt. Shota Aizawa arrived to the infirmary and found the teen putting on his shoes.

"How did you sleep?" Aizawa asked the student, now lacing up.

"Didn't." Bakugo frowned. "And with that, I am ready to go." He said, setting down his foot.

"Did you brush your teeth?" Shota questioned.

"Yes." Katsuki said, exasperated.

"Did you take care of your rash?" Aizawa asked.

At another exasperated answer, Shota deemed the teen ready to go and they took a cab to the hospital. Shota looked at the boy, who was watching other cars pass, yet overall dissociating. The ride was about twenty six minutes long- enough for Aizawa to fill out some preliminary paperwork and read through Bakugo's parental notes. Main concern: screening for PTSD and mood management. The instructor read up on some past history and was surprised that Izuku Midoriya was listed under "close friends" and no others from childhood.

The seat moved and Shota turned to see the teen peering over at the file.

"Is that about me?" Katsuki asked.

In return, Aizawa nodded, but did not offer the folder, as the boy was prone to act up sometimes and he feared might act unpredictably, throwing it off the bridge. Aizawa couldn't help but ask.

"Do you consider Midoriya a close friend?" He asked.

Bakugo propped his knees up on the back of the passenger's seat. "Deku? No. I've just known him forever. Can't seem to get rid of him, either." He thought for a second. "Why? Is that scrub in my paperwork under "pain-in-the-ass"?"

The instructor said nothing, allowing the boy to choose to elaborate. He did. "I guess he's the only one from my middle school. And my parents always liked him. They said that I should play nicely with him but I didn't want to play with him at all, really. He was quirkless and I had no pity." Bakugo laughed. "Told him to even take a swan dive off of our old middle school and see if he got a quirk in the next life." He turned his head to see his teacher, expressionless-leaning-towards-mad. His smile went away. "I guess I was insecure when he first got..." He looked at the cab driver, whom was paying no attention. He didn't risk to say how Deku got his quirk, instead, he looked back at Aizawa. "I said that BEFORE any CHANCE he had at making UA. I'm a horrible person... and yet I want to be a hero so badly. I want to be nice, I just... don't know how to be. Maybe that's what made me look like a potential villain: my lack of empathy. Is there something wrong with me?" He blinked.

The car slowed.

"We're here." Was all Shota said, as the car pulled to a stop.

There was no real answer to Katsuki's question. Questioning your sanity, your 'goodness', 'badness', your apperance, your ANYTHING, made you human. Katsuki Bakugo was definitely that: human.

They walked inside and Shota gave the name at triage. They waited outside of a doorway to be taken in for vitals.

"Bakugo Katsuki?" A nurse read.

There was silence. The teen had frozen up. Aizawa nudged him and he stood up on his feet and raised his hand, weakly, before taking a step behind the curtain. He popped back out. "Are you coming?"

Aizawa had not intended on coming, but the obvious anxiety and darting eyes, typically meant that the boy was about to run, and if Shota wanted this boy to have a chance, he had to get him TO the doctor. He stalked across the hallway, grabbed the boys' sleeve and yanked him down into a chair five paces from the curtain.

"I'm Misa, I'll be helping take your vitals today, okay?" She asked.

Hm. Good bedside manner. Aizawa noted. He observed the way that she talked with Katsuki, and noted the teen's hesitation to say anything back. She asked him to take a deep breath and then turn his head to cough. Bakugo's eyes started darting the moment she announced for him to follow to where the doctor would meet them for a consultation.

The student was fast, but his teacher was faster. Shota grabbed the boy's arm and whispered as they walked down the hall.

"Try anything, and I will tan you out, publicly."

Shota wasn't sure if the boy heard, as he yanked his arm back, but his eyes were wide open with alarm, and he rubbed his arm, back slouched, muttering about how he'd 'never try something in public'.

Aizawa was satisfied that the boy would behave.

They met Dr. Tsukino and she asked him about any medication he'd tried. When he couldn't come up with anything, she turned to Aizawa.

"And I take it you're..."

"His legal guardian. I have his insurance and personal background paperwork faxed over from his parents. They've been working with the school." Shota answered.

She read over the files again, having just seen the same ones uploaded a while before. After a while of zoning out and allowing Katsuki to speak, there was silence. He tuned back in.

"What do you qualify as a 'psychosomatic reaction'?" Bakugo asked.

Dr. Tsukino answered. "Well, that means, like, if you fell off your bike and scraped your knee and everyone laughed at you, you may have a 'ghost pain' in your knee when you're embarrassed. Victims of trauma may feel that something is 'reenacted' in their body."

Bakugo looked at Aizawa, who nodded. Katsuki, however, shared somethings that Shota was unaware of.

"Well, my shoulders randomly get sore because the League of Villains henchman, Twice, chained up my arms too tight so that I couldn't fight. Now it hurts to lift heavy things. Sometimes, I feel like I can not breathe, no matter how much I inhale or exhale because of the gag and sometimes at night..." The teen looked away. "I have nightmares and..." Now he looked at Aizawa, pleading to not have to say it.

"Young Bakugo experiences enuresis when nightmares occur." Aizawa mercifully answered.

"I what?" Katsuki asked.

"Wet the bed." Shota explained to the boy. "You urinate from fear."

Bakugo puffed up his chest. "Yeah, but I didn't last night."

"You didn't sleep." Shota quipped. He looked at the nurse. "And his sleep quality is not helped by the rash."

"Yeah, thanks." Bakugo said, monotonously.

"You're welcome." Shota replied.

The doctor talked some more to Katsuki and Shota listened when appropriate and watched the clock the other time. After an hour, she stood and took out a prescription pad.

"Prazocin, Ativan, and Lamictal." She said, signing and tearing it off. "I'll call it in for you, Katsuki. They are for nightmares, anxiety as needed, and mood stabilization." Dr. Tsukino looked at Shota. "Do you mind getting these filled?"

Aizawa accepted the paper and bowed his head. "Of course not, thank you."

Bakugo was shaking his hands, "So do I have to stay here?"

The doctor looked surprised. "Like inpatient?" She shook her head. "As long as you contract to safety, I feel okay with letting you go."

Katsuki looked at Aizawa, whom gave a thumbs-up. The boy bowed. "Thank you, doctor."

And with that they called for a cab and waited outside the hospital.

"So can I go back to my room at night?" Bakugo asked.

Shota responded. "You're on new meds, so no."

"Please?" Katsuki begged.

"No." Aizawa shut down.

But Bakugo was not done. "What if-"

"No."

The pair got back into the cab and sat in traffic, making what was twenty-six minutes, thirty-six minutes. Katsuki leaned over.

"Maybe if-"

"No." Aizawa gave, finally.