Bakugo slept in just his absorbent briefs and cargo shorts. His head still felt fucking sore where it was bonked, but the boy was hard-headed. Katsuki slept on his stomach to allow as little as possible contact with his bottom. Eventually Mic Sensei came in and tapped the headboard to wake Bakugo.

"Let's get rolling, man. It's about that time: go-time."

Katsuki awoke, but he lazily shut his eyes once he realized Mic could not see his face, as he had his head rolled over to the side with the wall.

"I know you're awake. Are ya dry? Can we get going?" Yamada pestered.

"He's probably wet." Came Todoroki's voice. He walked in from the showers, a towel on his head.

"Well, you're probably delusional." Bakugo replied, er- muttered, before groaning and getting up, slowly. "I'm dry… and ready for a new roommate."

He sat gently on his bottom and reached for his shoes. He thanked Hizashi for the tank top with a nod, while he continued bickering with Shoto.

Finally, he stopped. "Wait- I thought Mr. Retired-Number-One or Mr. Hasn't-Divorced-You-Yet was going to take me."

"Change of plans." Mic said. "And let's get going before I become Mr. Handing-'Yer-Ass-to-You."

Katsuki sighed and got up.

Mic and Bakugo arrived in Tokyo at the hospital about 25 minutes early. Mic was worried leaving Aizawa at the campus with Eri and Hizashi on his break, because Eri had recently gotten in trouble for trying to do things by herself that she was not capable of. For instance, the little girl wanted to climb the shelves in the fridge to reach an apple and ended up falling by one of the shelves sliding out. The fridge then beeped for being open for too long because she could not get the shelf back in and clean up the fallen vegetables and condiments quickly enough. Hizashi just wanted Shota to get a break. He worried that would not happen if there weren't two parents around for the girl.

"You know the floor." Present Mic said, nodding for Katsuki to press the button in the elevator. They began the ride up when suddenly they felt a jolt and the lights turned off. The humming stopped and Bakugo pressed his back against Mic's, alighting a fist in flames.

"No flames!" Mic shouted, tensing and preparing for battle. He suddenly relaxed.

An alarm beeped twice and an alert over the intercom went off that there was a small earthquake a little way east of the hospital.

"Yep. It was just an earthquake. Thank goodness. Nothing is 'wrong', the elevator is locked for safety." Mic said.

Katsuki, helpfully, collapsed.

Yamada looked at the shadow of the boy, as the red emergency light flashed on the control panel. "Yep. Now something is wrong."

Bakugo sat up. "Ughh." He was disoriented and fairly tame. "Second time I've hit my head today." He grumbled.

Mic had his phone flashlight in his hand. "Hey, are you okay?" The instructor asked the student.

Katsuki nodded. "Yeah, but—"

"You were caught off guard?" Yamada asked, knowing. "Need a new pull-up?" He continued through the silence. "Go change in the corner then. You have a backpack with supplies for a reason."

Bakugo sputtered in panic. "I'm not going to change in a FUCKING ELEVATOR!"

"Relaxed voice and body, please." Mic requested, attempting to calm the boy.

There was a crackle. A speaker in the elevator asked if there was anyone present and in need of help. It directed to press the intercom button below the blinking light.

"Two heroes in civvies. No injuries. We are not a priority." Mic said calmly. "But can you give us a time estimate?"

"Uh, maybe 40 minutes to an hour then." The voice replied. It laughed awkwardly. "We kinda need someone with a metal-bending quirk for the damage on the South side and we are evacuating residents of the hospital for any aftershocks in the East side."

Mic nodded. "I see. Well take your time. We have no compatible quirks to assist, I'm afraid." He let go of the button and turned to see Katsuki sitting in the dark with the flashing red light illuminating the side of his hunched-up body and angry expression.

"You can change your briefs now or later, but you're going to get itchy." Yamada warned. He checked his phone and turned off the flashlight to save battery. "I suppose you got out of EMDR today in any event. I'll call a cab to meet us outside of the disaster zone. I suppose we'll be walking a bit."

Bakugo nodded and scrolled on his phone in a tucked squat for the next 50 minutes, until the lights came back on and the elevator opened on the third floor. They took the stairs down to the main level and Katsuki could feel his anxiety rise.

"I'd rather be helping." He muttered.

Mic walked the boy to a bathroom and knocked on the largest wheelchair accessible sized stall. There was no one, and so Hizashi pushed open the door and ordered Bakugo in. Once the boy emerged, Mic frowned.

"I'm not stupid, my little listener. You can't just go in, pull your pants halfway, count to twenty and then pull up, zip 'yer fly and leave."

Yamada was becoming exhausted and wanted to get back to his family. He looked at Katsuki. The boy looked embarrassed.

"What is going on? Are you TRYING to get a rash?"

"No- I…" Bakugo trailed off.

"Go. Strip your pants off and bag the wet one, get a new pair on and let's GO."

The pair met a cab about 2 kilometers away from the hospital to avoid interference with police activity and disaster relief, which luckily, was at a minimum. They never really did feel much in the way of aftershocks.

When they arrived back at campus, Midoriya was still knocked out from Midnight's sedative, but was sleeping fitfully and was awfully sweaty.

Eri came running out of the EraserMic suite across from the boys and into their room, across the hall, wailing, with tears in her eyes.

Hitoshi had closed and locked the door to allow Izuku some peace, and because whatever he was working through in his sleep cycle was clearly a horrifying nightmare. She pulled on the door handle, with her weight, sobbing, and Todoroki came out of his room.

"Huh. Thought it was Katsuki crying." He dissed.

The little girl ran straight at Shoto and he picked her up, awkwardly, until she buried her face in his neck and cried. He HATED the sound of kids crying. It was too much to bear for him… almost.

By this point, Eraserhead and Present Mic were entering the suite, with a very confused Bakugo trailing them.

Katsuki, tired and having just gotten back, witnessed his teacher-couple have an argument and come up with a game plan. Shinso must have heard that it was his sister, because even he came out of the room.

"Eri." He reprimanded. "Deku is trying to sleep." He began. "You need to calm down."

"What the hell happened?" Bakugo asked, completely confused and unable to access his room without pushing his teachers out of the way. He gave up and sat down on the couch across from Shoto.

Hitoshi looked to his fathers for answers.

"I told her she was in trouble and to wait for you to get home, Mic."

"Why me?" Yamada asked.

"Dad, did you already open a beer?" Shinso asked, flatly.

Eri calmed down as Todoroki patted her back, rhythmically.

"Doesn't matter. We don't spank her."

"We do now." Shota said, rubbing the stubble on his chin. He sighed. "She cut her hand on a knife, 'Zash'. And then LIED about it."

"Eri!" Hitoshi yelled out, surprised.

"Where's the blood- oh she used her quirk." Mic pieced together.

"And I had to stop it." Aizawa said. "I told her its going to be her first swat. Just one. And you were going to do it."

"WHY did you tell her that?!" Yamada whispered, harshly, as the girl began to cry again. "IT'S GOOD cop, BAD cop, not BAD cop, BAD cop!"

Shoto lifted the girl away. "Enough." The teen ordered. "Eri, that was very dangerous. You could have gotten hurt even worse. Do you understand that?"

Eri's eyes filled with tears, as she nodded. "mm-hmm."

"She's too little to get popped, Dad." Shinso said, picking up Eri and rocking her on his hip.

Aizawa gripped his scarf. "She may not endanger herself and she may not lie. Those are pretty much the most basic of our rules. She broke two of them."

"I was three the first time I got a spanking. I didn't even have my quirk." Katsuki shrugged.

"Yeah, and look how you turned out—" Todoroki dissed.

"Boo hoo." Hitoshi added.

"Enough." Yamada said, taking Eri from his son. The voice hero sat down on the coffee table and put the kid over his knee before giving her the gentlest pat to her bottom.

Eri whimpered and then rubbed her bottom before being sent to change for bed.

Aizawa sighed. "I'm going to finish my drink and watch the news." He said. "I'll keep an ear out for her."

Mic nodded. Shoto went silently into his shared room and Shinso went to his door. Bakugo looked offended. He was frozen in place.

"THAT'S IT?!" Katsuki asked, loudly. He piped down. "But she was barely even TAPPED!"

"It's the symbolism at this age, idiot." Hitoshi sighed, opening the door. Midoriya stood in the doorway.

"Kacchan- are you okay? Your head and all—" Izuku began.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Fuck off." Bakugo said.

The boys settled in for the evening.