Bakugo was satisfied with his dryness. He logged in on his laptop for school that day. He wished that he could go to class in person but the padding on his bottom was too much. It was Friday, now- and not being a Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday- he didn't have to go to therapy, so there was NOTHING that he had to do in-person.
Shoto sat down in the classroom, sorely, just before the bell rang and Aizawa came in. He set up a webcam for Bakugo and then turned on the projector.
"Take your seats. Class is in session." The instructor began.
Kirishima passed a note to Todoroki.
For Bakugo's Eyes Only
Shoto understood the assignment. He nodded and pocketed the note. Inside, it read a confession.
Bakugo, I'm worried about you. We have combat class today and I
don't see you in class. You leave group therapy, and your rage seems
to endlessly grow, but I still care about you and still want to be your
friend. In fact, more than that. When you get better and can consider
getting into a relationship, I hope you choose me.
-"Shitty Hair"
Love letter sent, Eijirio bounced his leg, near-constantly for class. Finally, homeroom ended and it was first period with Mr. Yamada—English class- Katsuki's weakest subject.
Bakugo did not like English. To him, it sounded like growling his R's and had too damn many letters. He figured if English was a sound- it would be a car engine in winter. Miserable. Katsuki sat and sat and dealt with the fact that he was going to miss the second half of the school day.
The same bad truth was the same for Shoto, however, as he was in big trouble for getting a rash. Aizawa had walked the twice-quirked boy back to the infirmary and called for Recovery Girl. He explained that one of the boys had given themselves quite a diaper rash.
"Bakugo!" Shuzenji scolded.
"No, Recovery Girl- Todoroki, actually." Shota explained. The instructor continued. "I think he's at risk for a fever and he needs to be checked and changed. Mr. Explosion over there will have one-on-one therapy with Midnight in 30 minutes. I'm adding it to his Fridays, as per his parent's request."
Overhearing this purposefully-overhearable-news, Katsuki began to panic. TRAUMA THERAPY ALONE?!
The teen padded across the room into the bathroom and locked the door. He promised himself he wouldn't open the door for ANYTHING. Sorry, Shoto. No bathroom for you.
But more than anything, Bakugo was mad at his parents, because the school was only NOW aware that fear made him wet his briefs while awake, too, so now he was in diapers full-time AND he made a FULL night, dry. He happened to hide the two other day-wetting events before he was even in the clinic, because they were when he'd dissociate in the shower and pee on himself, but hey, that didn't matter- it was a shower, he'd be clean again in a minute.
He heard Shuzenji open a diaper and tell Todoroki to spread his knees. Katsuki felt bad- Shoto was obviously humiliated.
Aizawa searched for Bakugo twenty minutes later, as the teen sat on the toilet, hugging his knees. He tried to avoid things that would scare him, which was making him more scared.
What if the 'I will lock you in plastic pants' was NOT a threat. I can't test that bluff.
Will the really make me stay here if I screw up in the next thirteen days?!
And then the thoughts became more serious:
What if I get kidnapped again?!
All Might can't save me.
…Should I just kill myself?
"Bakugo. STOP THIS. You're muttering out loud like Midoriya. Now that you've revealed your hiding spot, open the damn door and come out before I hammer off the hinges!" Aizawa yelled.
Katsuki panicked and hugged his knees tighter. He heard his teacher sigh and leave. The teen breathed a sigh of relief… until the pins in the hinges were hammered out.
Scared of getting in big trouble and terrified it could be Shigaraki for some reason or another, Bakugo could feel his bladder betray him. When Aizawa walked through the sans-door threshold, He looked at a crumpled up and fearful Katsuki, who was mid-stream.
Aizawa sighed and chastised the boy. "You're on therapy this weekend, too, now. Look at you! Look at this!" He said, sweeping his arm past the doorless-opening.
Katsuki just shook. Aizawa took a step forward. Bakugo froze.
"Wait!" He shouted. "Prove who you are!"
"What?" Shota asked, confused. That's when he remembered that Jin Bubagawara, or Twice, had been able to transform into other people: to shapeshift, essentially. That must have been a trauma of Katsuki's. Aizawa frowned. "Get over here now, or I'll tan your ass."
Bakugo fell off the toilet, he was trying to get up so quickly. "Yeah, that's YOU, alright." He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.
Aizawa towed his student, by the ear. He slid the cardboard box of diapers out from under the bed and handed the wipes, bag, and cream to Katsuki. "You know the drill, Bakugo. I'll be back in five minutes."
Todoroki, meanwhile, waited on his bed, studying patiently, while his friends all got to do drills in combat practice. He felt smugly proud that his friend, and competition, had wet himself. Katsuki was ALSO back to square one.
Once five minutes was over, Aizawa came back, and found Bakugo shaking on his side. Lunch had been delivered while the boy hid in the bathroom and it remained untouched, but Shota still worried that the boy was either having a seizure or choking. The instructor rushed over to Bakugo, before realizing that it was a flashback… and that lunch was long since over and Shota had to go train his other kids.
He called the one person he trusted with Bakugo, or any other student, really: Mic.
Within three minutes, Mic was there.
"Shota, go- I'll cover." He assured, before kissing his husband's cheek from behind.
"Gay." Bakugo muttered, shaking.
"Listen here, little boy—" Yamada began, pointing a finger.
Aizawa laughed. "Goodbye."
"Bye!" Hizashi shouted over his shoulder at a now-leaving Shota.
Todoroki was still waiting to hand over what he correctly presumed to be a love note. Hm… Now that Present Mic was here, it'd be difficult. Shoto just wanted to get rid of it- relieve himself of the burden of messenger.
Aizawa, meanwhile threw the kids through drills until they were exhausted and then dismissed them to change and hit the showers before they'd meet back up in the classroom.
Once there, Midnight met with class 1-A and went over some of their defects on sheets that were filled out on their finishing moves. She waited out in the hall for the students to file in, and handed them each a report.
"B+?! This is such bullshit!" Ochaco squeaked. "I can't lift more weight yet! My arms will fall off!"
This was unfortunate, however, because Aizawa heard the remark, as he entered through the back sliding door of the classroom.
"Detention. Anyone else?"
Izuku panicked. He slid a book off his desk. "Mother…" He hesitated, "fucker?"
Shota rolled his eyes. "No, Midoriya, I'm not sticking you with your girlfriend for an hour because you think you can play the system."
"Ha!" Kirishima laughed.
"Kirishima can join her instead." Aizawa decided.
"Aw, man!" Eijirio whined.
With that in order, he launched into the reports on "Finishing Moves". The bell rang and Uraraka and Kirishima stayed in place.
Izuku stood and walked over. "Hey, Uravity. Sorry about detention."
She shrugged. "It's fine Deku, I lost my cool."
Midoriya laned in. "Uh, you cursing is kinda hot."
She blushed. Aizawa looked up. Oh no! Did he hear him?!
"Deku- no fraternizing with the delinquents." The instructor said, seriously.
Kirishima frowned and hardened his forehead to smack it into the desk repeatedly while groaning. "Maaaan, I had things to do! And—OW!" He yelped, rubbing his forehead. "Why'd you erase my quirk?!"
"You were hurting yourself." Aizawa rationalized.
"Yeah, but that hurt a lot MORE!" Eijirio hmphed.
After an hour, Aizawa came to fetch Yamada, who was watching Bakugo study, furiously. Todoroki was still studying, as well.
"Damn, kids. You need to take a break! You filled HALF A NOTEBOOK ON QUIRK THEORY!" Mic yelled.
Katsuki removed his headphones. "You don't need the speaker, do you?"
Mic shrugged, flattered. "It helps in combat."
Todoroki, meanwhile, folded up his notes. He slipped the note into his journal and walked it over to Bakugo. "This'll help you catch up. It's what I've been working on for the past few hours." He said, earnestly. "Plus, the final page is relatively interesting to read later." he said, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes to display urgency. Katsuki noticed and thanked Shoto before putting the notepad on the shelf beside his bed.
"Well thankfully this was boring." Mic said, as Recovery Girl came in to give each boy their afterschool medication. He looked at Bakugo and Todoroki. "Take your pills and be good, boys."
"Yeah, yeah." Katsuki waved off, hoping that the teacher would leave. He never thought that he;d be so glad to see Mr. Aizawa until then.
When they disappeared and he took his pills, he looked at the note:
For Bakugo's Eyes Only
Bakugo, I'm worried about you. We have combat class today and I
don't see you in class. You leave group therapy, and your rage seems
to endlessly grow, but I still care about you and still want to be your
friend. In fact, more than that. When you get better and can consider
getting into a relationship, I hope you choose me.
-"Shitty Hair"
A deep blush bloomed over Bakugo's face and he wrote a reply:
Don't be worried about me. I'm just injured. Resting up.
I don't like having sappy shit in writing. Meet me at 10pm behind the dorms.
If you're interested in being more than friends, prove to me you
can deal with the bullshit I have to put up with. I'm not sure
when "better" happens. Take me now or leave me alone, Shitty Hair.
-Lord Explosion Murder
…and then he waited.