TW: Skin Picking, Not Graphic!
There was decidedly nothing to be done. The two in the clinic would continually have to figure out the things that haunted them, the kids in the classroom would have to figure out how to interact in a trauma-informed manner, and finally, everyone knew, the villains would have to make a move at some point.
In this game of chess, the Pro-Teacher-Big-Three of 1-A met with each other and Nezu in a modest break room, a week before the long-expected five-day break.
"Things have to change." Nezu began. "So I am grateful to you three for being here. While it would prove helpful to add Nemuri, she is currently keeping watch over the students as they study."
Yes, Midnight was stuck on dorm-duty.
Ryu, Hound Dog, was out and about, checking out the edges of campus property for any trouble.
In addition to All Might was Eraserhead and Present Mic. The lovers were sitting on a couch, Shota sipping coffee and Hizashi, glaring forwards, out the window.
"Yamada. Relax." Aizawa said, placing a hand on Mic's knee. The voice-quirked user looked down. He was uptight today and he knew it, too.
"We will be sure to thank her." Hizashi said, snapping back to the conversation at hand. "She has proved helpful in launching Bakugo into a therapeutic setting more comfortably."
"Mm." Shota agreed. He looked at Nezu. "So what is this about, respectfully, sir?"
Nezu smiled, politely and sat back in the chair that was obviously too big for him. "We can't send him home, can we?"
All Might shifted. "Well the Bakugo Parents seem to be competent- that's not the question—"
"But if even I with my best efforts could not keep him safe—" Eraserhead began.
"Love- enough." Mic said, so quietly. He spoke up "What Eraser is saying is right, of course, but we have time to prepare now. We won't be caught off guard again."
"We can hope." Toshinori said. He coughed in his slim form, making everyone fear he would die suddenly- he never did. One should never count All Might out.
They brainstormed a few ideas, but it made the most sense to just keep the timid birds closest to the nest- that meant all of the kids left in therapy would be a little disappointed to not go on vacation with family, but be far safer.
This also meant changes for the clinic boys. They would be moved to the first floor of the dorms, on the staff floor. Announcements would have to go out before the students made plans for family. Also at this point, there were only four students in after school therapy left, and they proved to all be difficult cases:
Izuku Midoriya,
Shinso Hitoshi,
Shoto Todoroki, and of course,
Katsuki Bakugo.
It was then the next day, Monday, that someone announced that multiple students were selected to stay back over break.
Eraserhead did it… without much tact. He simply walked into the classroom and set down his bag, flipping through graded materials.
"Tests are graded. You all passed. Except those who didn't- and frankly there were fewer of you, but I clearly haven't done my job of scaring you into focusing well enough." He said, seriously. "Also, Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugo, and your 1-B classmate, Hitoshi, will be staying back this Friday. See me after class. If you had plans to see them over break- not anymore."
The class knew better than to ask, but that never seems to stop a rumor mill, now did it?
Vlad brought over Shinso, while Izuku and Katsuki looked nervous, and angry, respectively. Shoto was delightfully neutral.
Mic had also stepped into the classroom at this point and put a hand on Hitoshi's shoulder. "You okay, kid?" He asked, noting that Shinso was picking at the skin around his index fingers with his thumbs.
Hitohi nodded, wordlessly. Aizawa cleared his throat and began. "You four will be moving dorms. First floor of 1-A, for various reasons, whether it be your behavior or the inability to keep your hands to yourself, you have been moved."
Bakugo was burning up. This was supposed to be his break with that annoying brat, Kirishima! How DARE anything stand in the way of that!
"Wait- did you say we're moving back into the dorms?" Katsuki asked, the previously spoken words dawning on him. He put his finger of anger and justice down. This was a chance for FUCKING NORMAL! YES!
Yamada spoke up. "You boys still have to take your meds and keep your beds dry."
Shoto nodded.
It was Midoriya's turn to get angry. "You can't KEEP us!" The green haired kid blurted out before adding, "Respectfully, sir- all due respect and all." He stammered, awkwardly looking away.
He was still sore from being tossed over his mentor's lap and swatted like nothing more than a naughty mosquito on his arm.
With the promise that they would get the most gym privileges as their conditions allowed them to help pass the time, the boys agreed to a pact that they had no choice in.
Izuku called his mother to talk, as he did precisely once a week.
Katsuki called his parents to talk, as he did precisely…never.
"YOU SOLD MY SOUL TO ERASERHEAD?!" Bakugo squawked at his phone.
Hizashi was in the clinic and tried to stifle a smile, to which Shota shoved a clipboard into his lover's arms. "You check inventory for personal, I'll do medical." Aizawa grumbled (he was amused, too, but showed better restraint.)
Katsuki continued shouting and cursing. Shota walked over and held out his hand. He looked at his student. "You do not get to talk to anyone in that manner. You lose privileges."
Bakugo explained to his parents that he had to go and after a short pause, covering his mouth, he grumbled. "Yeah, love you, too." Before handing over the phone.
"Wait! I need to call Kirishima. That idiot—"
"Well, you should know "that idiot" needs to STUDY." Aizawa said, handing a cardboard banker's box to Katsuki, pointedly. "You are not to disturb him. He KNOWS what is expected of him and you will see him in LITERALLY five days" The instructor reminded.
The teen looked over at the doubly-quirked schoolmate in an ARE-YOU-FUCKING-HEARING-THIS manner.
"Thank you." Shoto bowed, accepting the packing box from Mic, and ignoring Katsuki.
Todoroki looked across the room at Bakugo. "At least we get to move back to the dorms, be grateful."
"Shoto?! UGH! It's not worth explaining to you." Katsuki griped.
Shota started, "You two can move in before Hitoshi and Midoriya move in. You two are sharing a room and—"
Both boys whipped their heads around, Todoroki looking slightly annoyed, and Bakugo looking blatantly annoyed.
"I do NOT want to hear it!" Aizawa grumbled, in warning, before continuing. "You two will be sharing a room for just the two of you, and a sitting area, with the other boys. You can lock the entrance to the suite's common area, but you may not lock the door to your room. We have yet to remove the lock, as it was Midnight and Mt. Lady's teaching suite, but they moved to 1-B, next door. Questions or concerns, see Mic."
Hizashi interrupted his work with a genuine, "HEY!" in annoyance.
"I have SEVERAL questions and concerns." Katsuki grumbled, lighting his fist. He realized something and froze up before frowning in concentration and reigniting his palms. He wasn't very sweaty, but he felt incredibly weak. "Mr. Aizawa!" He said, turning on his heel.
Shota was bringing in a cart to carry the suitcase, backpack, and boxes of personal items, for the boys. "What, Bakugo?"
"My quirk… it feels… weird." Katsuki admitted.
"Weak?" Shoto asked.
"YOU'RE WEAK!" Bakugo shouted.
Todoroki frowned. "It's just underused. Make the best of our five days of gym permits and you'll be fine."
"Hmm. Fuck you." Katsuki grumbled, before slipping in a brief pause and a hesitant "but thanks." and putting on his backpack He turned the clinic light off behind him and said 'bye, loserville' under his breath.
He felt strangely nervous, leaving the clinic.
When the two boys reached their new room, on the first floor, Bakugo was allowed to choose his bed first. Todoroki was being strangely considerate…
"Hmmmmmmm….." Bakugo hummed, testing each of the beds and searching for a trap. "There's no porch access here… must be in the common area…."
"You're muttering like Midoriya." Shoto sighed, losing patience.
"AND YOU'RE CRAZY LIKE YER MOM!" Katsuki fired back. "Which bed do you want? Near or far?"
"Far." Todoroki answered, honestly, not that he REALLY cared.
"Then that's the one I'm taking!" Bakugo yelled. "And I'm painting my side orange."
"I'm painting my side blue." Shoto shrugged.
"THOSE ARE OPPOSITES ON THE COLOR WHEEL!" Katsuki stomped, while straining his neck back and screaming.
"Yeah- cause we're SO similar." Todoroki sighed, throwing his now-empty suitcase onto the top shelf of the closet.
"Hm? Fair." Bakugo agreed, now pacified and setting to work, unpacking.
Aizawa appeared, as he did, and said his "hello's" and asked his "has-anyone-died-yet's" to the boys, who bowed and replied synchronously
"Not YET, sir."
Before the young instructor left to go find his husband and his trouble kid… and his legally adopted kid that still hadn't warmed up to him completely yet.
"I'll be back. Be breathing." He ordered.
