The day after class 1-A had moved in to their dorms, their training returned to its regular routine. Mina and Toru had proposed a movie night in the dorm's common area that evening, complete with baked goodies from Rikido (whether the boy had agreed to it or not). There was an air of quiet excitement about the class as lessons came to a close, but as the final bell rang Aizawa cleared his throat.

"The following students will stay after class is dismissed: Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Iida, Midoriya, Kirishima. The rest of you will return to your dormitory immediately."

Izuku gulped. There could be no doubt why the five of them had been singled out, and judging from the sympathetic looks they were being shot by their classmates, everyone else realised too.

The mood successfully dampened, the fifteen other students hurried out, those who dragged their feet out of curiosity being ushered on their way by others more sympathetic to their plight.

Izuku caught Kacchan's eye as he slouched out, the boy giving him a death glare before slamming the door behind him.

The five sat at their seats in silence, casting worried glances at each other as the expectation dragged. Only Todoroki remained calm, ignoring the rest as he fixed their teacher with a cool stare. Aizawa said nothing, waiting at his desk for an uncomfortably long time after the door had closed.

Just as Izuku felt that someone had to speak just to break the awful tension, Aizawa gave a deep sigh and got to his feet.

"Follow me," he said, before stalking out of the room.

The five rose and followed him, glancing at one another in trepidation as they made their way down the nearly empty corridors of UA. Only a few straggling students remained, the rest eager to get out to their new dorms as quickly as possible.

The door they stopped at was they had rarely, if ever, passed through before, but it was known to all.

Izuku swallowed nervously. As signs went, being brought to the principal's office was hardly ever a good one.

He wasn't reassured after entering, seeing principal Nezu seated behind his desk, his expression grim.

Silently, the students lined up before UA's principal, Aizawa taking a stand at his side.

"I don't think I need to tell you why you are here," Nezu began sternly. His hands were clasped before him and he looked over the top of them to lock eyes with each teen after another.

Izuku felt his guts filling with ice when his turn came, wondering just how many of the rumours about their principal were true. Nezu's profile in one of Izuku's hero notebooks – book six, page five – had more than a few of the more provable stories scribbled in next to stats and other trivia. It had seemed exciting at the time; now, less so.

"During young Bakugyo's kidnapping, the five of you took it upon yourselves to ignore our direct orders and attempt to rescue him, without the knowledge or aid of the heroes or police assigned to his case," Nezu began.

Izuku struggled not to chew at his lip in nervousness. The way the principal was phrasing it certainly didn't suggest that this was a congratulatory meeting.

"Actions such as this can not and will not be tolerated by our students," the principal continued. "You were all made aware that unsanctioned use of quirks for fighting, even fighting villains, would result in your expulsion."

The five students paled considerably, Izuku at least feeling physically sick.

"Sensei…" Tenya said, voice catching in his throat. He cleared it hurriedly, no doubt feeling as class rep that he had to voice what they were all thinking. "Aizawa Sensei said yesterday that…"

"What I said yesterday were my own feelings as your homeroom teacher," Aizawa said coolly.

"This is UA's official reaction to your disobedience," the principal finished.

Izuku clenched his hands tightly, gaze dropping to the floor as he felt tears begin to well up.

He deserved this, they all did. How could he have been so stupid? Even after what he had said to his mother, what hero academy would take a washout from UA of all places? He'd be lucky to even get an apprenticeship at a third-rate company, let alone have an application for licence to use his quirk accepted by the local government agency. Would he have to get an office job, like his mother had gently coaxed him toward all those months ago, when the dream of becoming a hero had seemed so unlikely?

He stared at his scarred hands through blurry eyes.

Had it all been for nothing?

"However," Principal Nezu said after the pause had grown heavy in the stifling room. "Given the current public opinion of UA and its position; and given that you all managed to extract yourselves from danger, whilst managing to remove your fellow student from the battle ground, without using your quirks to engage the villains; we have decided an alternative punishment is justified."

"If we made your actions public right now, the damage to UA's reputation and your own would be catastrophic," Aizawa said gravely. "In fact, the reputation of all heroes would be called into question, more so than it has already. UA would likely be closed as a result."

Izuku inhaled sharply. He had refused to consider how it would look to the general public if they had been seen using their quirks. Going by the press reaction to the attack on the training camp, UA students deliberately putting themselves in danger and fighting illegally would not have been taken well.

It looked like the others were also silently considering this with varying degrees of surprise. Eijiro was looking horrified, clearly having never realised the potential for such a disaster. Momo was biting her lip, looking extremely guilty, whilst Tenya's closed hands shook with emotion as he grit his teeth together behind firmly sealed lips. Only Shoto looked unaffected by the news, but the stiff way he held his body was a clear tell, as was the strained edge to his deliberately neutral expression.

"The faculty have discussed the manner of your punishment and have come to an agreed conclusion," Nezu said, "We have also spoken with your parents and they have consented to our decision."

Uh oh.

Izuku glanced down the line, seeing that he wasn't the only one upset with the idea that their parents were aware of their misdeeds. This time Shoto couldn't hide his distress, frowning at the ground as if he could melt it with the power of his glare.

Izuku wondered about his own mother, wincing at the thought of her reaction. He'd lied to her – again – and put himself in a dangerous situation after she had begged him to stay safe.

His guts churned. Whatever their punishment would be he wondered if it would ever be enough.

"Some of them even offered to come in to administer the punishment themselves," Nezu said with a hint of his more sadistic nature.

Tenya cleared his throat again. "Ah... Principal, when you say "Administer"..?"

"I mean that Aizawa will be dispensing corporal punishment to each of you," the principal confirmed Izuku's worst fears.

"Is that legal?!" Eijiro demanded, eyes and mouth wide open.

"In these circumstances, permission has been granted by your guardians," Nezu said sternly. "The faculty did not come to this decision lightly, but we decided that anything less would not be a strong enough deterrent." He fixed first Izuku, then Tenya, and Shoto a quick scowl. "Particularly in your three cases. A lecture apparently wasn't enough for you last time, and despite all our warnings you chose to endanger yourselves again."

"Principal…" Eijiro said, his fists now clenched as tight as his teeth, his face betraying the conflict between guilt and frustration. "Sir, I know what we did was wrong, but we had to. Katsuki is my—our friend. We couldn't just sit by and do nothing."

"The people you were going up against were fully-fledged villains," Aizawa said, his tone dry but harsh, betraying his anger. "You are still children. You have barely even begun your training. Did you really think you would be of any help to the professional heroes already on the case?"

Eijiro flushed at that. Izuku saw the way it stung the boy's pride. Eijiro had never been shy to express his doubts that his quirk made him a poor candidate for being a hero in comparison to others. Izuku understood his frustration well.

"But—!" Eijiro began.

"Were you so arrogant to think that five untrained children were better than the police and the professional heroes who had been working hard for days to find Bakugo? Did you not trust them? Don't you trust us?"

Eijiro bit back his words, shame draining the colour from his face. The next moment his head was pushed down, Tenya bowing beside him, his hand on the back of the other boy's head. The other three quickly followed suit.

"We are very sorry!" Tenya said, his voice stiffly formal, in full "robot class rep" mode. "It was not our intention to imply anything of the sort!"

"We just wanted to help," Izuku found himself adding in a hoarse whisper. His hands clutched at his trouser legs as he fought back the film of tears that had welled in his eyes at their teacher's words.

"It was frustrating," Momo said, her voice thick with emotion.

"I understand your feelings," Aizawa said, "but that doesn't mean what you did was right. That none of you were hurt and you managed to save Bakugo was down to good luck just as much as it was skill. What would you have done if one of you had been seriously hurt, or died?"

"Each of us as heroes have to bear the burden of responsibility over our quirks and how we chose to use them," Nezu said, "Those who use them recklessly and without thought for other people's wellbeing – or their own – are called villains."

Izuku flinched, the principal's words sounding upsettingly close to Tsuyu's speech at the hospital. He remembered with shame her tears from last night and the disappointment from the rest of class 1-A.

"We let everyone down," Shoto said with his usual quiet seriousness.

"And now it's time to pay the price," Aizawa said with a firm nod. He crossed to a couch on one side of the principal's office and made to sit.

Izuku swallowed thickly. They were going to be punished here? Together?

"Sensei!" Tenya exclaimed, continuing when Aizawa paused in sitting and gave him an expectant look. "…I understand that we deserve punishment, but please, surely Yaoyorozu shouldn't—"

"Tenya!" Izuku interrupted with a frown, catching the boy's arm. Tenya looked down at him in surprise but before Izuku could find a way to explain, the principal was speaking for him.

"Iida, I know you spoke out of compassion, but don't you think you should consider Miss Yaoyorozu's feelings on this matter?"

Tenya frowned in genuine confusion then looked across to Momo. The girl was glaring at her feet, fists clenched tightly as her body shook. Tears were gathered at the corner of her eyes.

"Miss Yaoyorozu, you have the option to receive your punishment in privacy if you wish," Nezu said gently. "A female faculty member is also ready to take Aizawa's place if this is your choice."

Momo sucked in a quick breath, but then shook her head harshly. "I don't need any special treatment," she said, shooting Tenya a challenging look, head held high.

Tenya winced. "I didn't mean…"

Izuku patted his friend on the shoulder. Momo's insecurities aside, it had been a fair challenge. Had it been one of the other girls it would probably have had a better reception.

Aizawa cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to him. He was settled in the middle of the couch now, gazing at them expectantly.

"We'll do this alphabetically," he said, beckoning to Tenya, "Iida, you're first."

"W-wait," Eijiro said hurriedly. "If anyone's getting out of this then it should be Tenya. He only came along to make sure we didn't use our quirks to fight the villains. He was against us going from the beginning!"

"Can you think of a more appropriate way young Master Iida could have handled the situation?" Nezu asked, a brow quirked upward challengingly.

Eijiro frowned. "I… er…" he foundered.

"I should have notified a teacher immediately," Tenya said stiffly. "Instead I let my personal desire to help Katsuki cloud my judgement."

"Since that's settled…" Aizawa said, "Iida?"

Tenya gulped noisily but didn't hesitate, walking stiffly over to Aizawa's side. He put his hands on his trouser hem, giving their teacher a half-questioning, half-pleading look. Aizawa returned it with a firm nod and the boy gave another gulp. He undid his fly and dropped his trousers, lying over the man's lap in the same quick movement. He was facing away from them, head cradled in his folded arms. His face was hidden from view but his ears were bright red at their tips.

"You'll each be be getting twenty," Aizawa said with the same dry tone that he gave out homework assignments. Then he took hold of Tenya's boxers and pulled them to his knees.

Momo gave a squeak of surprise and swung her head away, flushing scarlet.

Izuku found his own face heating. Sure, he'd seen most of the boys in various stages of undress in the changing room between training, not to mention the hot springs, but this was a completely different situation.

Aizawa didn't seem at all phased however. He rested his left hand upon Tenya's shoulder, raising his right, before bringing it down sharply on the boy's backside.

All five students flinched at the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Tenya gave a muffled gasp but remained silent when the next blow fell.

Izuku couldn't help but watch in a kind of horrified amazement at the terribly methodical way in which Aizawa was spanking his friend. The man's flat palm swung in a precise arc, gaining maximum momentum on its way to Tenya's bottom, sometimes landing on the top, other times swiping upward, catching Tenya where his ass met his thighs. Izuku winced and flinched through the punishment, listening forlornly as Tenya's exclamations became more audible; little, wet huffs of pain that were driven from him with each strike.

Aizawa's momentum did not falter, his bloodshot eyes focused with scary intensity upon his task. He still wore that same detached expression, but there was a real tinge of disappointment to it, which Izuku had first noticed when he'd reprimanded the whole class the day before.

Shoto was watching with a frown that was deeper than usual, blinking in an almost-wince as each blow fell. Beside him, Eijiro was gnawing on his lip, his eyes creased in sympathy and likely anticipation of the pain.

Momo's head was still bowed to the floor, but her wide eyes kept darting nervously back to Tenya and the hand that rose and fell.

The boy's bottom was nearly scarlet now, it having taken an upsettingly short amount of time to reduce Tenya's defences to the point where he was clearly struggling to keep his composure. His yelps were sincere, damp with the threat of tears, which finally fell at a particularly hearty swat to the very top of his thighs where the skin was stretched taught.

Aizawa held nothing back for the final two; laying a mighty slap in the dead centre of Tenya's bottom and another on his thighs, driving the boy forward with the force of them. Tenya cried out at both, his head shooting up and his hands grabbing the cushions in a death grip before he sank back down, his energy spent.

Aizawa wasted no time pulling the boy's boxers back into place but then waited patiently while Tenya composed himself before letting him up, giving him a pat on the back as he did so.

Tenya quickly pulled his trousers back into place, hissing as the fabric caught his sore bottom. He sniffed once, quickly rubbing away the wetness from his face before launching into a perfectly straight, ninety-degree bow.

"THANK YOU FOR CORRECTING MY UNFORGIVABLE BEHAVIOUR! I PROMISE IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!"

Izuku caught himself grinning just a little at that, and he heard Eijiro huff a fond laugh under his breath. It was just like their class rep to reassure them that, despite what had obviously been a very unpleasant, deeply embarrassing experience, nothing had really changed and Tenya was still very definitely Tenya after it all.

"You're forgiven," Aizawa said solemnly. "Now get back into line so Kirishima can take his turn."

Tenya snapped upright and robot-marched back to the line of worried teens. When he stopped he stared straight ahead and stood completely still, though by the slight twitch of his fingers Izuku guessed that the urge to rub away the sting in his ass was strong even for Tenya's iron will.

On hearing his name called, Eijiro's smile had vanished.

"Hurry up, Kirishima," Aizawa urged, staring impassively at the frightened teen. His hands rested upon his knees, his body language deceptively calm.

Eijiro lurched into motion, marching to their teacher's side before hesitating once more.

After waiting for a good five seconds, Aizawa rolled his eyes and lifted his hands toward Eijiro's waist.

Eijiro yelped and took a half step back, at the same time jerking his own hands to his belt.

"Shi—! I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" he said, his face flaming as red as his hair.

Aizawa only grunted in response, barely waiting until the boy's trousers were pushed below his bottom before he had caught Eijiro's arm and yanked him over his lap.

In the first week at UA, Eijiro had worn regular, loose-fitting boxers under his uniform. Not long after meeting Kacchan that had changed to match the boy's tighter, designer style. Izuku had noticed but had decided not to comment. Now he thought Eijiro was going to regret his choice in a few minute's time. It wasn't like you could ever look cool laying bare assed over someone's lap anyway, regardless of the kind of undies you wore.

No sooner had he peeled back the black shorts, Aizawl let fly with the first of his blows.

Eijiro gasped and then pressed his face into the crook of his arm, his hands clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white. He winced with each smack to his progressively reddening backside, and kept silent, though he shifted and wriggled under their teacher's hand.

"Keep still," Aizawa ordered with a particularly heavy sweep of his palm, catching the underside of Eijiro's cheeks, which blushed an instant crimson at the treatment.

Eijiro huffed a few quick breaths and then stilled, remaining rigid for three more smacks.

Izuku caught his breath in a horrified gasp.

He couldn't be…?

The ominous way in which Aizawa paused suggested the man had come to the same conclusion. With a gusty sigh he pressed his eyes tightly closed and then opened them, wide and unblinking. The next spank, when it landed, had Eijiro howling.

"I do not expect any of you to try to cheat your way through this punishment," he said, his voice heavy with disapproval. He laid another almighty smack on Eijiro's twitching rump, making the boy shriek loudly. "You've earnt yourself five more, Kirishima."

"AHHH! OWwowowwwww! No! Please! I— I didn't mean iiiiiit!" Eijiro wailed. His hands were pressed against Aizawa's thigh, his whole body straining against their teacher's immovable grip, his legs kicking frantically with every blow. "I couldn't stop myself! PLEASE!"

"You must learn to have more self-control."

"I'M SORR—IEEEEE!"

"It's okay to be sorry, but you must do better, Kirishima."

"I KNOW! I'LL TRY, I'LL TRYYYYY!"

Aizawa grunted, nodding in approval. He settled back into his regular spanking force – upsetting though it was for Izuku to think of Aizawa having a regular spanking force – and patted the boy's back.

"Be good now. Only ten to go."

Eijiro groaned and pressed his face into the cushions, crying and sniffling through the rest, squawking loudly at the final two just as Tenya had.

As Izuku had silently predicted, when Aizawa peeled his tight shorts back over Eijiro's swollen rear, the boy hissed and whimpered pitifully. He hurried to stand up, however, dashing tears and snot from his face before giving their teacher a quick head-bow and shuffling back to the line, half-heartedly tugging his trousers back into place as he did so.

Shoto was out of the line and in front of Aizawa before the man could call on him, moving with his usual forthright determination. He pushed down his trousers and briefs and laid over their teacher's lap without a word, his chin resting stoically on his folded arms.

Izuku could have sworn he caught a flash of a smile on Aizawa's face. The man took a moment to tug Shoto's clothes a little further away from his exposed bottom, before raising his hand and letting it fall.

Five smacks in, Shoto was keeping himself still and silent. At ten he was just barely reacting. But by fifteen he was grinding his teeth into his own lip.

Izuku would have rolled his eyes if he hadn't been so impressed. Trust Todoroki to take this like a man. Even Eijiro was honest enough with his feelings to let them out. Shoto would probably stand up at the end of this and give a shrug, as if it hadn't phased him at all.

A movement caught Izuku's eye. Aizawa's left hand, which had before now rested on the boys' backs in a silent instruction not to move, was just barely moving itself, rubbing an inch or so up and down Shoto's spine.

Shoto must have felt it because all of a sudden he went completely still.

Aizawa laid another smack down and Shoto gave a short, wet gasp, plunging his face down into the cushion, his arms wrapped around his head. He didn't make any more sound, save for the shortness of his breaths, but his shaking shoulders told them everything they needed to know.

Aizawa struck four more times, his free hand not stopping in its comforting. Shoto lay still as the man tugged up his trousers, then let himself be raised to his feet.

Fixing his clothes, Shoto swiped his cheeks roughly against his sleeve and then dipped into a short, but sincere, bow.

Izuku knew he should look away from the boy as he made his way slowly back to the line, but Shoto wasn't looking anyway, his eyes set determinedly away from their stares. He stood, gazing miserably at the floor, tears still slipping silently down his cheeks, the tips of his ears tinged pink.

"Okay, Midoriya, you're next."

Izuku took a deep, steadying breath, and stepped forwards. He tried to force his legs to be solid, tried to keep his hands from shaking, but nothing could stop the ferocious blush that streamed up his face.

He was about to get frigging spanked.

By Eraserhead.

In front of his friends.

One of whom was a girl.

Mechanically, he felt himself undressing, pushing his trousers down to his knees. He caught sight of Aizawa's lap before him and quickly closed his eyes.

Come on, Deku. Be a man!

Just as he was about to lean forward, Izuku felt a hand wrap around his upper arm and tug him off balance. He fell forwards with an undignified yelp, landing on his teacher's upsettingly solid, muscled thighs. The man's knees dug into his churning stomach, the hand that rested on his back heavy enough to promise a great deal of resistance if Izuku tried to get away. This was the body of a hero; a man who had spent decades fighting the villains of the world.

Izuku remembered how easily Aizawa fought off he and his classmates during training, the man's baggy clothing hiding a body of steel and sinew. This was the man who had guided them, protected them, did everything he could – nearly at the cost of his own life – to keep them all safe back at the training camp. The man who had bowed to the cameras to apologise for the actions of others, who took on the responsibly of failure when the only ones who had failed were them.

If it were possible, Izuku felt his heart fall even further at the thought. Aizawa had always done what was best for them, had encouraged them all in his own way. How could they have gone behind his back like this? It wasn't just disrespectful as their teacher, it was insulting to the very idea of him as their closest mentor and ally.

All of a sudden All-Might's image flashed in Izuku's mind and he bit his lips together hard to stifle a gasp. Quickly he blinked away fresh tears but it was too late because Aizawa's hand had fallen and driven a cry out of him. It hurt! Oh man it hurt so badly! Worse than using 100% cowling, worse than recovering afterwards, or falling for the thousandth time on his ass when practicing his moves. Almost as bad as All-Might's punch, even if it hadn't left much of a bruise. Because what hurt was the message behind that punch and these spanks.

You messed up.

I'm disappointed in you.

What hurt was the guilt that stabbed his heart, and the terrible shame that overwhelmed him and set the tears running down his cheeks.

And worst was the knowledge, which grew more certain with each crack of Aizawa's hand, that when it was all over this man, these heroes, would forgive them.

It's going to be okay. The stinging, searing pain throbbed. You're going to be okay.

You're forgiven.

Izuku burst into a fit of deep, violent sobs. He felt Aizawa's hand gripping tighter, the thumb smoothing comforting circles over his shirt, and cried harder. He heard himself babble, sorries and promises to never repeat his behaviour mixing up into a jumble of messy, incoherent noise. He didn't care, it wasn't like a crybaby like him could have ever got through this without tears, and the dampness of the cushions below reminded him he hadn't been the only one.

He felt Aizawa's body shift, and braced, knowing that whatever was happening would be bad. A swat, stronger and more penetrating than the others, fell directly on the peak of his burning ass. A second one fell straight after, right where he sat on the thin meeting of ass and thigh, driving the air out of him, leaving him gasping and choking on his tears.

He felt Aizawa tugging up his briefs, and couldn't help the whimper that bubbled past his tightly pressed lips. But the pain in his chest had lightened, and his stomach felt settled like the weight had lifted from it. He stood up, wincing and hissing as the movement sparked crackles of pain that shot up his spine. He sniffed, and bent to grab his trousers, tugging them up with one hand while he rubbed furiously at his eyes with the other. Holding his trousers in place he threw himself into a deep and sincere bow.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble we caused you, Senseis," he choked, eyes pressed tightly closed to fight away more threatening tears. Man, his ass sure burned.

Aizawa's hand landed on his head and ruffled his messy hair.

"You're forgiven, kid. Now get back into line, okay?"

Forcing a wobbly smile, Izuku straightened. He shuffled back to his classmates, fumbling awkwardly with his trouser fly. Jeeze, this was so embarrassing.

"Lastly, Yaoyorozu." He heard Aizawa call.

Out of the corner of his bloodshot eye, Izuku saw Momo take a nervous breath. Despite this the girl walked bravely forward, ignoring all four boys as she crossed to Aizawa's side and laid herself quickly over his lap.

Izuku felt himself turning bright red once more.

Oh crap! This was bad.

The others seemed to have the same idea as him because as one all four male students' heads shot to the side, staring with fixed interest at the far wall. From this angle, Izuku could see Eijiro and Tenya, who wore matching expressions of mortification. He heard the shifting of fabric and thought stubbornly of fermented kimchi, or knife-wielding clowns, or… or anything that wasn't what was happening on the other side of the room!

Nothing could stop the sound of flesh hitting flesh from breaking through his concentration however.

He hadn't!?

Izuku couldn't stop himself. Head whipping back, he confirmed with eyes wide in disbelief that Aizawa had indeed pulled down Momo's underwear.

Mono herself didn't look too surprised. Eyes scrunched tight she pressed her forehead against her balled fists, small squeaks of distress occasionally creeping past her bitten lips. Her bottom was rapidly turning pink, just like Tenyas, and Eijiro's, and Shota's.

His too, probably, Izuku thought with an awakening twinge to his poor, burning ass. One hand crept back to massage the area as he watched in morbid fascination. He no longer felt embarrassed, at least not for his previous reasons. Momo was getting her ass beat as thoroughly as the rest of them and he now felt only sympathy for his comrade in arms.

The rest of the boys too seemed to be in agreement. Eijiro flinched with each smack and Tenya was watching with a wincing frown, while a few tears still trickled silently down Shoto's face.

Aizawa finished the last two strokes as he had with all the others, eliciting a muffled shriek from his final victim. Momo's butt was a fiery red and Izuku grit his teeth in sympathy as Aizawa pulled her shorts back over it.

She sat up from his lap, hands smoothing once over her backside in a way that could have been mistaken for fixing her skirt if Izuku hadn't spotted the quick rub to the cheeks as they passed. She bowed quickly, tears dripping from her lashes, and hurried back to the line. Izuku caught her eyes as she passed and offered her a wan smile, which was briefly returned.

"There," Principal Nezu was saying. Izuku quickly turned his attention to the mouse. "Now, I hope this has been a lesson to you all. Please bear in mind that this was a one-off second chance. You will not have the luxury of a third."

The ungrateful part of his brain wanted to protest that this had been anything but luxurious, but Izuku knew that was simply not the case. They'd got lucky today. Super lucky.

"I don't want any mention of this when you get back to your dorms," Aizawa said sternly as he resumed his place beside the principal. "Unless you'd like a more public demonstration I suggest you keep this to yourselves."

"Just so," Nezu said, fixing each of them with a steely gaze. "You wouldn't want to give us any cause to consider adding this as a regular method of correction into the dormitory rules."

The five students glanced at each other in horror.

"Well, I think that's all for today," Nezu said with a malicious grin. "Off to your dormitories now, and be sure not to forget what you've learned here."

No chance of that, Izuku thought wryly, trying not to wiggle at the burning in his rear.

Tenya led the five into a final, deep bow.

"We are very sorry for all the trouble we have caused you, Senseis," he repeated, stiffly. "Thank you very much for this opportunity. We won't let you down!"

"Hey Shota," Eijiro hissed as they walked down the empty corridors of UA, "be a pal and freeze my ass, would ya?"

Shota stared the boy in surprise. He'd finally stopped crying but his eyes were still tinged red and slightly swollen. Izuku wondered just what they were going to tell their classmates, they'd need to get their story straight before they got in.

"You really didn't learn anything back there, did you?" Shoto asked his tone a mix of surprise and good humour.

"What?" Eijiro asked. He turned to the rest of them as they began to laugh. "Wait, guys, what?"

Momo laughed loudly and ruffled the boy's hair. "Ah, Eji, you are such an idiot!"