Toshinori listened outside the door. He could hear the bed creaking. He cleared his throat. Midnight face-palmed, gently, resting her head on her hand. She looked up. The sound stopped, and they heard the kids panting and cursing before the bed creaked once more.
All Might got tipped off by another student that there was an "intimate commotion" going on late at night.
He knocked on the door. "Wrap it up."
Midoriya came to the door and opened up. "Sir?" He asked, feigning surprise. "What- uh, seems to be the matter?"
"We're coming in." Midnight said, opening the door to show that she, too, existed in that hallway. "Send out Uraraka and tell her she can wait in her room."
Izuku gulped and nodded.
Ochaco came out from behind the door and walked down the hallway. "Sorry." She muttered.
Inside the room, Midoriya had made his bed. He shook his leg. "Am I uh- in troub—"
"YES." Both teachers chorused. They looked around and Midnight seized the condoms from off the desk. He had a whole sleeve of them. One was missing, leaving seven.
"These." She said, pointing. "Where'd they come from."
"The store?" Midoriya tried.
"Who bought them?" She asked.
"I did." Izuku sighed.
"How?" All Might demanded.
"An app?" Midoriya said, hoping he'd be believed. It worked.
"Give me your phone and laptop." Midnight ordered.
"But-" Izuku began to whine.
"Fear not, Nemuri—I'll bring them down to the staff room myself." Toshinori said, while staring down Midoriya.
"Very well." She spoke. "I have someone to discipline, too."
Outside, Uraraka still lingered and hearing this, made a faint cry. It broke Deku's heart.
"C'mon, All Might, sir, we can't get spanked for just… you know." Izuku trailed off.
"Breaking dormitory codes and having sex instead of sleeping?" Toshinori emphasized. He sighed. "You run five kilometers tomorrow. Quirkless."
"But-" Midoriya began.
"End. Of. Discussion." All Might said. "Now, get up and over my lap. Pants and underwear down. And when your punishment is over, I expect you in your briefs and asleep."
Izuku did as he was told. He took the spanking over Yagi's lap, but good GOD did it hurt!
Ochaco took her punishment from Midnight. Both teens lost electronic privileges. Alone, with sore bottoms, they stared at the ceiling. Sleep did not come for them, but guilt did.
The days rolled by. It seemed that Bakugo and Kirishima finally got ONE in the win column as a couple, because no spankings came out of the shower sex episode, previous. Todoroki had three dry nights under his belt before he ended up inevitably wetting again. Bakugo had two dry nights, but not consecutively. That Friday morning was the first morning in three days that he was dry again. He did, however, find that the EMDR bilateral tapping was effective at calming himself- not that he'd admit it to anyone of his teachers when they asked how he was doing so much better at night.
Being Friday, it was time for EMDR after school. Being away from his regular study schedule meant that Katsuki was falling behind. He went from third in the class to sixth. It was eating him alive. He was reading up on Hero Licensure material in the paperback textbook, mechanical pencil tucked behind his ear, on his belly, on his bed in the infirmary.
Eraserhead came into the room. He was exhausted, as usual. "Young Mister Bakugo. Your ride will be here in ten minutes. I'll unlock you and you can put on a pull-up."
"But Sensei- I'm gonna fall behind." Katsuki whined. He realized that he sounded like a brat, but at least it was in the interest of school, he figured.
Standing up, and twisting, Bakugo watched as the small clasp in the back of his waistband was released and he waited, very annoyed, for Shota Aizawa to finish marking off the time on a clipboard. Finally, it was only him behind the curtain.
"Do you HAVE to document everything?" Katsuki asked, before popping out in jeans and a skull t-shirt. He was headed to the bathroom to check and see if there was a buldge.
Aizawa knew what his student was doing. "You're fine. LET'S GO."
"But—" Bakugo began.
Shoto pulled the curtain back and nodded with a thumbs-up. "You're fine."
"Fine." The hot-headed roommate hmphed, before slumping out to follow Shota. "I guess we can go."
Eraserhead had his goggles in his pocket and remained vigilant about looking out the windows and staying alert in the U.A. cab. The rider was insured, of course- background checked and whatnot, but it wasn't often that Aizawa let his students, especially Katsuki, get out of his possible viewing range, be it his own eyesight or a dorm room camera, or allowing the student to be with someone he trusted. There was likely a mole in the school already. He felt that he had failed Bakugo once, letting him get captured, and—
"Sir?" Katsuki asked, lightly waving his hand.
"Mn?" Shota questioned. He looked over to see Bakugo with wider eyes than usual, creased brows, and… oh- the boy was scared.
"What are you looking for? You're doing the clock-hand technique." Katsuki noted.
"I'm ALWAYS watching." Aizawa replied. "Bakugo, a pro is always on the lookout. There's nothing more or less that I am watching for; just watching. You can relax, if you'd like."
Katsuki shook his head. "No thanks. I'll just… watch, too."
The technique involved checking your front, left, right, and back, as though you were the center of a clock and looking at the twelve, nine, three, and six o'clock positions.
"It was my six…" Bakugo muttered. "I failed to watch my six o'clock when I got taken." The boy said, chewing on his shirt collar.
"Stop that." Aizawa said, noting that they were arriving at the Institute. "Shirt and knuckles out of your mouth. Stand tall." He ordered.
Katsuki glared. "Don't tell me what to do."
Shota chuckled. Hmm. Big for his britches, but at least the boy was snapping back to his old self. He thought. The cab driver opened the door for Bakugo and Aizawa got out on his own. "No one knows you here, so behave yourself and don't draw attention. Stop checking your six. I have already cleared it." Shota muttered to Katsuki.
They ascended in the elevator and Aizawa decided against grading papers on his hour-break and instead just lazily texted his husband. They talked about getting a cat for Eri and Shinso one day. That and taking a vacation to Okinawa…. "when things blew over"
Yeah… Right….
Bakugo was talking with the counselor, begrudgingly and following the fingertips of the pointer and middle fingers back and forth, back and forth, until he fell into a trance-like state. He talked about the things that scared him. He talked in a slightly different way than usual. That meant that he was processing at in the "child state," and that was perfectly alright. Dr. Yuri brought Katsuki back. The boy wiped the tears off of his face and glared at the technician.
"I don't like that!" He said, angrily.
"Hmm? Which part, Katsuki?" she asked, calmly. "Tap each side. Talk it out."
And he did. He shifted, uncomfortably, as he realized that he had wet himself- more than last week, but less than at night. Whatever. It wasn't like- oh fuck. Ok. Yeah, he DID have a dry morning and that was going to be a problem. If he peed his pull-up in therapy, that would TOTALLY set him back as a [0] instead of a star.
"I'd like to talk to your guardian for a bit." Dr. Yuro said.
"He's in the hallway. I need to get a drink of water, I can do that, right?"
Dr. Yuri nodded. "Thank you, Katsuki. There's a water fountain next to the restrooms. Come knock and join us when you're done."
She sent out for Aizawa and Bakugo decided to sneak out and throw out his used pull-up.
There. No one would know that there was any incident with his diaper if he GOT RID OF THE EVIDENCE!
He rejoined at the end of the session and was allowed to return to the cab, headed back to school, with Shota, who had decided that he wanted a cat for sure. Mic was having none of it.
On the ride back, Aizawa watched Katsuki fight off sleep.
"Just take a nap. It's another 50 minutes until we get back to the campus."
"I'm fine, sir." Bakugo grumbled.
"Or did you trash your pull-up?" Shota posed, raising an eyebrow. He was almost kidding, but he caught his student's slightly panicked gaze and sighed. He looked at the boy, unamused. "When, Katsuki?"
Bakugo hated having his first name used. "Mmmmmm." He grumbled.
"No. Use your words. You are sixteen. I asked a question. Look at me." Aizawa demanded.
Finally, Katsuki spoke. "At the end."
"You sneaky little…" But the instructor's phone rang. "I'll deal with you in a minute."
There were a lot of "hmm?'s" and "uh-huh's" and then Shota hung up.
"Am I getting a spanking or not?" Bakugo whined.
"No. You're seating arrangement is changing and you will have lunch in the teacher's lounge." Aizawa said. "For a week." He added.
"Aw, man." Bakugo sighed, annoyed.
That was, in his opinion, an ACTUALLY awful punishment.
"We're here." Shota finally said, gently nudging Katsuki awake. "Go change and go STUDY."
Bakugo did… but not without a fight.