Ashido, Mina
Jiro, Kyoka
Kaminari, Denki
Katsuki, Bakugo
Kirishima, Eijiro
Midoriya, Izuku
Todoroki, Shoto

"Here ya go." Mic sighed, handing the manilla envelope to Midnight. "Eraser's got the kids waiting in the counseling office. This is just a matter of getting the alphabetized list for check-in and out. I'll be in the clinic with Recovery Girl in case the boys need their meds."

Kayama checked it over and nodded. "Mn. I'll go start the group. They should behave because Shota's there…" She mused aloud, gently sliding the list and documentation into the envelope. "Let's hope counseling will go smoothly."

With a firm push, Nemuri opened the heavy wooden door. No one was talking. She observed their body language and deemed the most openly nervous was Jiro. They all had a fresh notebook with them and a pen. No one had touched theirs, but Todoroki was spinning his pen around his thumb. He stopped when the instructor began to speak.

"Hello everyone, how was the rest of the school day? I haven't seen you all since third period." She smiled, warmly. She knew no one would speak so without a beat she continued. "I know that Mr. Aizawa's icy stare may make you keep your mouth shut in class, but things are different here. Any question posed to the group with sincerity is not a stupid question. We will talk with empathy and share our concerns and most importantly what is said in the room- stays in the room. Do you all understand?"

They all nodded.

"Good. Bakugo, sit up straight." Eraserhead said, standing. "Please begin, Midnight." He said.

"Let's begin by talking about the incidents- the League's attack at the USJ were the first kind of terroristic threat to students that U.A. has ever seen before. It happened to your class. How did that make you feel? I know you're timid now so please write for a few minutes. At least a paragraph or even a drawing or poem."

Shoto did an assessment on himself- he felt strangely fine. That was until he looked over at Izuku and Katsuki, who were scribbling like a typewriter and a dead person, respectively. Kirishima was awkwardly shifting in his chair like he was nervous and writing slowly and Kaminari had nothing on his page, much like Bakugo, but he was busy trying to cheat off Kirishima. Both girls, Ashido and Jiro, were writing what looked like poems.

"Let's circle back in a few minutes." Midnight said, after a moment of waiting for the girls to finish. Denki was now staring at Kyoka's chest and getting aroused. He had to stop himself.

"Okay." Midnight said.

Bakugo would have loved to have heard what was being said by the female teacher, if it hadn't been for Mr. Aizawa signaling for Katsuki, himself, to come follow out of the room.

"What're you doing?" The man asked the teenaged boy as they stood at odds outside the counseling office.

Bakugo scoffed. "I'm not writing a poem."

"No. You wrote NOTHING. That's a PROBLEM, Bakugo. You get an F for participation today. I am very disappointed."

"I'm ready to go back to the clinic now." Katsuki said, flatly.

"You will do the assignment in the clinic then. Two pages. Write TWO pages on your feelings surrounding the League. Go. I'm calling Mic to come meet you halfway."

Annoyed, but also foolishly relieved, Bakugo took off to the clinic and was greeted by Mic. Back in the clinic, the desk was pulled into the middle of the room that he and Shoto annoyingly shared.

"I'm gonna take a nap." Katsuki said.

"No you're not." Mic said.

It was unlike him to not throw some weird phrases in there or try to rhyme in English, so he must actually be annoyed. Bakugo scoffed and rolled his eyes. Mic put a hand on the teen's shoulder. It was a little firm.

"I told you: No. Sit your ass down. Now." The voice hero said, patience being tested.

Now it was harder to try and be cool because all Katsuki could think was:

MIC JUST CURSED.

That gave enough time for Hizashi Yamada to pull out a chair and yank the petulant teen to sit before he pushed the chair into the desk and slammed down a pen on two sheets of lined paper.

"Two. Pages." Mic said. "You can skip out on school. That'll ruin your career. But skip on treatment? That'll ruin your life. Now get to work before I'll be deciding if you need motivation."

Katsuki thought he knew what motivation was. He truly did. A "talk"? maybe a raised voice? But it wasn't until he decided to stop at one paragraph that Mic really got annoyed.

"I'm done." Bakugo said, as Mic scrolled on his phone under the camera mounted on the wall that monitored him and Todoroki.

"No, you're not. Two pages now. NOT a paragraph." The teacher said, getting up. "And as your English teacher and your Japanese Literature teacher, I am displeased with your paragraph."

It was all he could take. Bakugo slammed his hands down on the desk and slid everything off. He LOST it. He wasn't quite sure if it was the yelling part or the cursing part, but at some point he began to cry without realizing.

"Are you done with your tantrum now?" Mic asked. Shuzenji handed him intramuscular Ativan.

Bakugo's shoulders were heaving. Mic held a syringe. Knowing that it was futile to try and fight, Katsuki walked over to the desk and put his hands on the desk.

Mic nodded. "It's not a pressurized needle. You need to take your bottoms off."

Bakugo waited for the old lady to leave before dropping his pants. He KNEW it was futile to try and fight but then again-

"Underwear, too."

Bakugo waited for Mic to get closer and then attempted to grasp the man's wrist and- well- he didn't know- stab his TEACHER with the Ativan?!

"Fuck no!" Katsuki shouted, but Mic saw the flinch and was faster, holding the needle high above his head and pulling Bakugo off-balance flattened the boy in a restraint against the floor in a manner so effective the American prison system, itself, would beg to know how to take down someone like that.

Mic shot the Ativan into Katsuki's bared bottom and let the boy up, arms twisted behind his back.

"You're still no pro." Mic said, into Bakugo's ear. "Get up. We're having a talk."

By the time Shoto came back, being dropped off by Aizawa, Bakugo was spitting soap out in the sink. With two bright red butt cheeks hidden behind the thick padding of a diaper, with shorts over top. The Ativan was kicking in and Katsuki was allowed to finally rest.

"You're feral." Shoto snarkily said. (He was pissed he even was INCLUDED in the therapy group, but at least he tried.)

Aizawa wasn't going to tolerate that. "Todoroki. Watch how you talk to your classmates."

Shoto grumbled something inaudible, angering an already-angry Aizawa.

"You know what, Todoroki? You've earned yourself a nap. Get changed. I'll wait until you're ready." The Erasure hero demanded.

Shoto rolled his eyes and was met with a sharp thwack to his bottom, making him jump. He turned around and rubbed out the sting. "No fair." He grumbled.

The rest of the students walked across the green to the dorms. Jiro was a little shaken, but the group found that once Bakugo and his shitty attitude left, it was easier to talk and even share what they wrote.

Mic laughed as he held Aizawa's hand.

"You know what, Sho? YOU have earned yourself a nap. I'll take over the shifts. Please get some rest."

Aizawa tapped his keycard against the scanner and entered the building to find Toshinori.

"All Might- what are you here for if I may ask? Are my students misbehaving?"

Yagi sighed. "I'm afraid that while everyone else is at dinner or heading to dinner, I have to discipline Young Midoriya."

"Oh?" Aizawa asked, looking at the briefcase.

All Might nodded. "We had an agreement that if he became destructive in his quest to surpass me and lost touch, he would get a spanking. Unfortunately, there is no time like the present."

Shota raised a hand in camaraderie. "I understand. See you later, Toshinori."

With a nod, All Might headed up through the elevator. He rapped his knuckles on Izuku's door.

"Open up." He said.

Midoriya opened the door, head hung low, and welcomed All Might in. He had pulled his curtains closed so the whole school didn't see his plight.

All Might paddled the hardest. Muscle-form would be unimaginable, but the spark of One For All still existed strongly in the man's veins and he could swing a paddle.

Izuku pulled his uniform belt off and slipped off his pants and underwear. He bent over the bed and Toshinori opened his briefcase to pull out the paddle.

"How many?" The teen asked.

"We'll see, Midoriya."

Izuku felt himself begin to cry and he hadn't even been swatted yet.

THWACK! The first hit landed. Midoriya's knees buckled. It was obvious that the teen couldn't keep himself up, what with the crying and the shame.

All Might made the decision that he needed to read the boy's face better.

"Okay." He sighed, voice remaining stern. "Lay on your back and lift up your legs."

"But that's humiliating!" Izuku whined.

"Now, Midoriya. It's the only way you can breathe and I can make sure your bottom doesn't bruise too badly."

Begrudgingly and humiliated, Izuku scooted onto the edge of his bed and held his ankles up. All Might tapped the paddle against the boy's bottom and sit-spots and in a single set of ten swats, reddened up the skin.

It happened so fast that Midoriya forgot to cry this time. He let his legs down while Toshinori faced the desk and tucked the paddle away.

"Can I put on my underwear?" Izuku asked.

"Yes, your spanking is done." All Might said. "But if you EVER lose touch and go off the rails like that again- drinking caffeine and scribbling on your walls to try and connect to the vestiges- I'm cutting off training. FOR A MONTH."

Midoriya nodded and sorely pulled on his underwear. "Yes, All Might. I'm sorry."

"I know." The hero sighed. "I know."