Principal Nezu looked across the desk with his paws interlaced. "So what's this contract for?"
Bakugo looked up. "I want to leave the clinic, stop my meds, and wear whatever I want at night." He paused to read the room. Mic wasn't amused, but Katsuki continued. "In return, I will be a model student. I will respect the curfews and attend the therapy sessions in totality."
Nezu looked hard-pressed. He had to say "no" to Katsuki because the student was already in a contract. Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo had signed that their son remain in the clinic until the end of the therapy sessions, and it didn't have a set end date anyways. They just had to gauge progress for each individual child and drop them as they became healthier or at least more accustomed to dealing with trauma.
"That won't be possible, I'm afraid." Nezu sighed. "I understand you want a sense of normalcy, Bakugo, but there are measures in place for your safety for a reason."
Bakugo slammed his hands on the desk and stood. "I don't understand!" He shouted, seething. "You say 'safety' like infantilizing me is going to fucking help anything! Bakugo can't train today- or go off-campus – he has to take medication, go to therapy, Bakugo can't do this or that! It's BULLSHIT!"
Hizashi stood and put a hand on Bakugo's shoulder. "Sit down, son."
"And Eraser's on my ass about EVERYTHING." He looked over. (Man- if looks could kill) "And you, too."
"This meeting's over." Yamada announced.
"Like hell!" Katsuki shouted once more, shrugging off the hand.
"And do I have to GET Eraserhead? YOU seem to need to be taken down a notch." Mic said, annoyed, walking the teen out now with one arm seized, behind his back and wrenched to bend him forward- it was a pro move. Katsuki was sure he could get out of it, but wasn't positive which direction to turn because one way would dislocate his shoulder and the other would set him free.
Yamada let go after getting out of the door and grabbed Bakugo's ear. "Are you gonna walk like a man or am I dragging your butt to the clinc?"
"I'll WALK." Bakugo said, annoyed.
When they got to the clinic, Aizawa was having a serious talk with Todoroki, who was touching his scarred eye. Evidently therapy that day had brought up some traumatizing memories.
Katsuki was fighting everything in him to not get free and run away.
"Go change into your pajamas. You don't need overnight briefs until after your punishment." Mic said, letting go of Bakugo's arm.
Although the boy had announced "he'd walk," Hizashi, rightfully, did not trust him enough, and decided swiftly and correctly, to hold on to his sleeve at the minimum.
"Todoroki, up, we're going on a walk." Aizawa announced, as Yamada pulled the curtain across the room to divide it.
"You have two minutes to change." Hizashi announced.
"Bring it?" Shota asked his husband.
Yamada nodded. The double-quirked student's eyes widened—one thing about Present Mic was that he rarely used a paddle. Katsuki must've really fucked up. Shoto thought.
Outside the clinic, Todoroki was becoming more and more anxious. Aizawa noticed.
"Your brother." Shota began. "He was not mentioned in your family's student record. The school had no knowledge of it."
Shoto blinked as they walked into the dimmed hallway, compared to the bright outside. He looked at his teacher. "Touya killed himself with his quirk." Todoroki admitted. He touched his eye. "Then mom burned my eye. I was five or six. You'd think I remember, but we didn't celebrate my birthday that year and it was sometime around then."
Aizawa unlocked his husband's office and grabbed a paddle from a locked drawer and placed it into a messenger bag, along with his lunch leftovers, some grading work, and an English textbook.
"Um, sir?" Shoto began. "Why is Bakugo getting a spanking today? He behaved in group today… I mean, it was a rough day—"
"He made his choices." Aizawa simply responded, locking the door, and rejoining his student in the hallway. They came back into the clinic and Aizawa dropped off the bag.
Bakugo was in pajama pants and boxers with a black tank top. The kid was packed with muscles and flexing them in the way he did when he was about to light up his fists.
Before Shota took Shoto away again, he activated his quirk, extinguishing the possibility of combustion and Hizashi took the opportunity to order Bakugo to sit for a lecture.
"Don't make me ask Eraserhead to do the dirty work." Yamada threatened.
"Yeah right!" Katsuki scoffed. "You hit harder, you lecture longer, and you give assignments!"
"Flattery gets you nowhere, Young Bakugo." Mic smirked.
Bakugo was obviously getting dangerously upset. Aizawa sighed. He believed his husband could handle it. He was a pro, after all. It was just that Mic NEVER used the paddle practically and Aizawa honestly didn't want him to bruise the kid.
All Might came to the clinic doors as Eraserhead approached with Todoroki in tow, and offered to take him.
"We all heard the shouting across the campus. I came to help Mic, but I'll relieve you of this one instead. Can I have a run down?" All Might asked.
"Keep an eye on him, Toshinori. He needs to burn some nervous energy and he's not in trouble." A loud bang sounded. "That one however."
"Enough said." All Might announced, placing a hand on Shoto's shoulder, and taking him to blow off steam at one of the training centers.
Aizawa returned and crossed his arms to lean in the doorframe of the clinic on Todoroki's side. Bakugo had not yet seen him but was now being lectured and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You're grounded. One day. I expect a three-page paper on your misconduct's explanation and how you intend to better your behavior, and you will take a paddling. By me."
Katsuki, unamused, looked up at his teacher, scowling.
"You'd be wise to wipe that look off your face." Shota said, stepping into the room.
"Bare down and bend over your bed." Mic ordered, gesturing with the paddle.
Bakugo faced the bed and stripped below the waist. He was just in his tank now. Ugh. This was about to hurt.
"Sixteen. One for each year, kid." Mic announced.
"Just do it!" Katsuki shouted, annoyed and afraid.
The sheer force of the first made Bakugo almost gasp for air, but he stayed upright. The second pop of the paddle from his sore flesh amplified the fact that he had not registered the first in its entirety. The third came and Katsuki tried to think about taking it with the belt at home- that hurt worse, but he was always able to freely cry at home. He didn't want to do that here.
"Final six." Mic said. "These are the hardest."
He gave five succinct swats and finished the final one with an almighty THWACK!
Bakugo found that his tear ducts had betrayed them. He tried to blink back the tears, but they fell and eventually, he lowered his head and shook his shoulders in the first crying fit he'd had in a while.
He pulled up his pants and curled up on his bed and shook with sobs.
"I HATE MYSELF!" He cursed at the world, bludgeoning the mattress with a fist twice, and once at the headboard post. Eraser stood behind, hair raised, quirk activated. Mic put the paddle on the desk and walked over to join his partner, who now stood, holding Katsuki's limp arm and checking his fist. He hadn't managed to break any part of the boxspring, luckily. Bakugo pulled back at his arm, but Aizawa remained firm.
"No, open your hand, Katsuki."
"I can't." The teen responded, sniffling. He gathered his shaky voice to raise an angry "Leave me alone!"
"Bakugo, did you break your thumb?" Hizashi asked, quietly.
"He knows how to punch though—" Aizawa defended.
"I was angry." He said.
Recovery Girl came in and chastised the educator couple for being incompetent at aftercare and rubbed the boy's back.
She had with her an oral syringe with a thick blue syrup.
"This won't taste good, but it will heal your nice little Rolando fracture there."
Bakugo rolled over and took the syringe to his mouth and pushed the piston to drink the syrup. He gagged. Shuzenji gave him a small cup of water and told him to breathe before leaving.
She smacked both teachers upside the head, as they sat on chairs beside the bed and told them to talk to the boy, nicely.
"We've tried, dude!" Mic whined.
"Now." Recovery Girl ordered.
Bakugo smirked. His thumb was healing. "What was that for?"
Mic was annoyed. "She's known us since we were teens." He responded.
Bakugo was getting tired. Aizawa mentioned that there was probably a sedative in the medication, thus the fatigue apparent on Katsuki's face.
"I'm tired and I don't wanna talk." Bakugo stated.
"You need to be honest with us—" Aizawa began. "Is it time to send you to the psych ward?"
"No. I don't wanna die." Bakugo said. "And I don't self-harm."
"We just watched you break your hand, my guy." Mic said, sternly.
"I was angry." Bakugo replied, much like a broken record.
"That's not an excuse." Aizawa shut down. "Todoroki will be back in a few hours. Dinner will be brought to you. Briefs on- go to bed."
"It's still light outside!" Katsuki protested.
"Tough." Mic shrugged, closing the curtain.
"See you later." Shota said, bopping Bakugo on the head with a folded diaper.
It was far from a gesture of comfort, but Katsuki appreciated seeing that lighter moment of Aizawa.