The phone rang twice, and Mr. Bakugo picked up.
"Hello, sir. This is Shota Aizawa from Katsuki's school. We have a possible remedy to the trauma in the form of EMDR. We would have a specialist meet with Katsuki off-campus every Friday and Sunday at Tokyo Trauma Institute. I assure you that I have researched this method and it's almost 100% successful with patients that put in the effort…"
Hizashi listened to the call. There was a pause as Mrs. Bakugo joined the call and in the end it seemed positive. Aizawa hung up.
"They said yes. I'll tell Nezu." Shota said. "Toshinori will take him on Sundays, and I will take him on Fridays."
"Well Bakugo's gonna be thrilled." Yamada said in jest while stretching. "This whole day, we were SUPPOSED to have off." He chuckled.
"Regrets?" Aizawa asked, crawling into bed beside his lover.
"Anything for these kids." Hizashi shrugged. "Anything that makes you able to sleep better at night, my love."
Shota raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"I know—" Yamada began. "You check those monitors every night at least every other hour. My hearing aizdes may not pick up your phone alarms, but I feel you turn to check the camera on your phone."
Aizawa apologized. "Sorry for keeping you up." He said, touching Hizashi's face, gently.
Yamada was touch-starved, much like his husband, and felt himself grow hard. He rolled his eyes. "Did you do that on purpose?" He asked.
Shota chuckled. "Can you not make it so obvious that you wanna fuck?"
Hizashi pretended to pout. "Why? You don't want to."
Aizawa kissed his husband, deeply. "I love you… and I don't think I have a choice. My body is saying 'yes', too."
Meanwhile, Toshinori was in the clinic, clicking the latch closed on Bakugo's diaper cover now that the teen had showered and changed.
All Might was far more gentle with his words and attitudes towards the boys. He pulled the sheets back for Todoroki before laying them over the twice-quirked boy. Then he crossed the room and pulled the curtain closed and tucked Katsuki in.
"If you need to get up and use the toilet, press the call button. I'm across the hall until Shuzenji gets back in the morning, okay?"
Bakugo, tamed, nodded. He inhaled the sleeve of the hoodie that he was sleeping in and it smelled like Kirishima's cologne.
He fell asleep until about 3am. He had a chill up his spine and a shit ton of his nitro-sweat slicking to his body. He would need to change his sheets from the sweat alone. And unfortunately- it seemed that he needed a change.
He rolled his eyes: an act of defiance in the dark. Muttering, he said aloud. "I'm going to kill that bastard."
Of course, he meant Shigaraki, but Shoto was on his phone. "Katsuki if you planned to kill me, you shouldn't have announced it."
"Oh shut up you half-and-half bastard. I don't want to kill you." Bakugo growled, getting up.
"Do you want me to unlock you? You can get a star." Todoroki asked.
Katsuki whipped open the curtain and saw Shoto's face illuminated from his phone. His interest was piqued. "How?"
"I can shoot ice into the lock and turn. It's worth a shot." Todoroki said.
"And what do you want in return?" Bakugo asked, eyes narrowing.
Shoto looked back with sincerity. "Don't tell them I stayed up all night. And if it doesn't work- don't tell them I broke the lock."
Itchy and annoyed, Katsuki agreed and turned around, dropping his waistband an inch or so, giving Todoroki access to the lock.
It was cold. Very. Cold.
"Jesus, Shoto!" Bakugo cursed.
A click.
"It worked. Go change. Quick." Todoroki whispered.
Katsuki slipped off the lock and placed it beside his bed on the table and pulled off the cover before un-taping the diaper and trying to piss in the toilet. Barely any urine came out, which annoyed the boy even more. He punched the toilet lever to flush essentially nothing and wiped up between his legs and across his bottom.
"Fucking rash." He cursed in the dark, scratching at the itchy portions of skin until they were no longer itchy- but rather raw instead. He pulled the cover over his overnight diaper and clicked the lock.
Damn. Did the rash travel up his back?
A light flipped on, and both boys hissed at the intruding brightness.
"Gotcha." Aizawa said, sternly.
"What time is it?" Shoto groaned.
"Time for you to tell us the truth." Yamada said, looking at both boys.
Shota looked at Bakugo and pulled the curtain back. "Why were you at Todoroki's bed?" the instructor asked.
Hizashi examined Shoto. "Did he hit you?"
Todoroki pulled his arms back and put them to his side. "No, sir. I'm fine."
"Mic. Come look at this." Aizawa said, pointing at the freezer-burn on Katsuki's lower back.
Bakugo pieced it together …so THAT'S what was burning!
All Might came into the room to check the ruckus.
"What happened here? I was down the hall." He said.
"The boys are in trouble… again." Yamada shrugged.
They protested in chorus "Hey!"
Toshinori sighed. "Do you want me to handle this?"
"Nah- we'll get to the bottom of this." Aizawa said, dismissing his coworker. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bakugo wiggling and trying to fiddle with the lock, so he used his scarf to restrain the boy's arms, helplessly, to his side.
"Okay, thanks. I'll do dorm patrol then if you're here. It's three am."
Yamada started an interrogation of Todoroki. "So why is your right hand cold, if you didn't use your quirk?" he asked, rhetorically.
"Okay. I used my quirk." Shoto admitted.
"On—" Hizashi pressed.
"Me, alright!?" Katsuki grumbled loudly.
Aizawa checked the lock, which was colder than it should have been, yet still re-locked. "Just happened, huh?" He asked, looking into Bakugo's angry eyes.
Yamada told Shoto to strip off his pajama pants and overnight diaper, while Aizawa flipped Katsuki over his knee, still bound on his upper body.
Shota patted Bakugo's diaper gently.
"Can your bottom handle a paddling?" the instructor asked.
"Wha—yeah, I can handle anything your lame ass throws me! Come at me, bro!" Bakugo yelled.
Aizawa undid the lock with the secondary key. "I'm asking if your skin is okay, not your pride." He said, bluntly, pulling down the cover from the teen's legs and onto the floor. The pro then stood the boy up and released his capture weapon. Bakugo begrudgingly knew the drill and untabbed the diaper, setting it aside and handed his wrist to Aizawa, who pulled him over his lap.
"Why did you lie to us?" Shota asked Katsuki, spanking on every word, rapidly.
Bakugo huffed. "So THIS wouldn't happen!" He said, trying to get free.
"No, you don't" Aizawa said, grabbing and pinning Katsuki's wrist, as he finished the spanking.
Shoto had an impeccable view of what was going down, but he, himself, was getting straightened out, too. Finally Mic stood his student up, and Todoroki rubbed out his bottom. Hizashi moved the teen's hand and swatted him once more.
"Diaper on. Back to bed. Quirks to yourself, sir." Yamada ordered.
"Ow. Why do you spank so hard?" Shoto asked, pulling out a second diaper for the night.
"Because." Mic said, "If I drive the point home, maybe I won't have to REPEAT myself!" he sighed and stood to close the curtain, before finally turning back around to find Todoroki in bed, trying to keep his eyes open.
Bakugo was now crawling into bed, too.
With both boys on their stomachs, and heads turned towards the curtain, the couple could watch them and wait for them to fall asleep. When they finally did, it was nearing 5am. Breakfast and dorm checks would start in a little over two hours, but the couple didn't care- all they knew was they could get just a bit more sleep.