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The day Aizawa was painfully waiting for and yet, at the same time, dreading had finally come. He knew that while Bakugo was currently in his care, Anything could change that at any time. But after today, once the kid makes his official statement, Him, and the school will officially take temporary custody of Bakugo. In turn, Making it so Aizawa and Hizashi can officially foster him and teeter on the idea of making this whole thing more permanent. The part about today that is sitting like a rock in the underground heroes’ stomach, Is Bakugo.
When he asked the kid to do this, to share with the police exactly what happened to him, he himself didn't and still doesn't know the entire story. He knows basically what happened, but nothing really surrounding how this entire thing came about. Why did Bakugo decide this weekend to come out to his mother? What exactly did she say to the poor kid? Aizawa knew better than to ask these questions to Bakugo himself, as he wants the kid to like him and prying into his business, Aizawa has found, makes the kid instantly shut you out.
Aizawa, much to his husbands dismay, Called out of work for the morning. Hizashi would have preferred to call out as well and join him, but the two agree the best one of them is at the school with Bakugo in case something happens. Hizashi happens to lose at rock paper scissors, so that's how Aizawa found himself at the mall, shopping for Bakugo’s bedroom.
He knows the kids need real sheets and bedding. The basic’s he is picking out himself, because he knows that Bakugo would throw a fit if he tried to spend any money on him. The kid is too proud for that. Aizawa plans to let the explosive boy order some things online, once he is more settled in with the arrangement. Wandering about the various shops, he tries to think about what he knows about Bakugo, from teaching him. He looks to his left and sees a comforter set that is dark grey, with all-might’s hero logo printed largely in the middle. ‘Perfect.’ Aizawa thinks to himself and grabs it, along with a pair of blue and a pair of red sheets, best to have spares.
Walking down the sheet isle he stops, looking at the wall of boldly labelled white undersheets. ‘Absorbent! Leak proof! Discrete!’ He reads the label on one, picking it up and reading the back. He thinks for a second how much the kid would detest sleeping on a bed with a waterproof sheet. But in the long run, He thinks the kid would prefer not to be reminded of his accidents every time he changes his bedding with a stained mattress. He grabs them under his arm, Determined to put them on without Bakugo knowing for the time being and heads to the checkout.
He rushes home and spends his remaining time decluttering and setting up what he hopes is permanent, into Bakguo’s room. All his and Hizashi things are stored away or donated, mostly Hizashis. Aizawa used his absence as an opportunity to throw away so many things the man had insisted they needed to keep. There is such a thing as far too many seasonal throw pillows, but Hizashi would never admit it. By the time he is flicking off the light, admiring his work. It's time to go pick up Bakugo and Kirishima.
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Aizawa tries not to. Not to angle the rearview mirror just perfectly to watch the two idiots in his back seat. He tries not to, but it's just a little hard when it's so obvious how much they dont think they are being watched.
“Babe, no, let me see! I just wanna see what happens!” Kirishima pulls on Bakugo’s hair in a gentle way, leaning over Bakugo’s lap as he does so.
“Eijiro, Stop, you're gonna make it stick up.” Aizawa watches as Bakugo gently bats his boyfriend off his lap, with a genuine, albeit still small, smile on his face.
“I Just wanna see what happens if I try to make it go into a mohawk shape!” Kirishima laughs.
“You can try what later after I shower, It's way more malleable when it's wet.” Bakugo gives into the redhead pleads with a loving pat on the head. Aizawa turns his eyes away from the mirror when he sees Bakugo going in for a kiss on the cheek. His face blushes thinking about Him and Hizashi when they were their age. They were dealing with hard things, sure, but nothing like what Bakugo is going through. He swallows hard as the police station comes into view of the car.
The three exit the car, Tsukauchi is there to greet them at the entrance, Giving all three of them a firm handshake and affirming glance.
“Katsuki, did you need to-you know, before…” Aizawa stops walking as the two stop, Kirishima looking over at the restroom just a few feet away.
“In the car just now I kinda already went, Its fine, I can change after I wanna get this the fuck over with.” Aizawa tries not to lead on that he was listening but has to stifle a shocked expression of Bakugo’s casual admission of using his diaper. Aizawa knows he has been using them, as he saw the half empty package in his room while cleaning, at the time swiftly texting Hizashi to pick up more on the way home. It's still shocking to see how seemingly accepting he is of his situation with the support of Kirishima. Aizawa smiles briefly at the two again, following the group back into the interrogation room.
“Bakugo, Katsuki, That's you, correct?” Tsukauchi asks, Bakugo is sat at a table, Aziawa and Kirishima are off to the side in two office style chairs. Tsukauchi sat in front of him with a tape recorder recording on the table between them.
“Of course the fuck I am.” Bakugo shouts in return, Tsukauchi continues without skipping a beat. A bit of nervous energy balls up in Bakguo’s stomach at that, Adults usually tell him to mind his language or calm down. He tries to swallow down the nerves and adjusts himself down in his seat. He feels the squish of his used diaper between his legs. Having used it in class just before Aizawa called him out of class and in the car, it's the fullest he has ever let it get. Neither of those times did he actually know he was peeing until it was too late. The meds are working, it's painless, at least. He makes eye contact with the cop and they continue.
“Can you tell me what happened leading up to the night of your assault.” Tsukauchi asks, crossing his hands over themselves and resting them on the table in front of them. Bakguo takes a deep breath and starts recounting the day prior.
“Me and Kirishima had been thinking about telling our parents about it for a while. Its not like we were fuckin hiding it, its just, none of their business. We figured his moms would be okay with because, talk about the fucking pot calling the Ketle black. My mom is a fashion designer for fucks sake, neither of us thought-” Bakugo pauses, looking over to Kirishima for something, reassurance? He smiles lighty at the sight of his Boyfriend gripping Aizawa’s hand for dear life.
“Your mother had no history of violence?” Tsukauchi asks, prodding the interview to continue.
“I mean, she is my mom. She spanked me and shit growing up. Gave me a whopping when I was genuinely an ass to her, many times. But, nothing that I couldn't handle. I didn't think telling her what I had to tell her was me being an ass like those other times. I thought…” Bakugo pauses for a second, wrinkling his nose at the thoughts going through his own head. “I thought she would be happy for me.” He says quietly, under his breath, Like it's something he is ashamed to admit.
“And she wasn't happy for you? That is?” Tsukauchi questions.
“If she was happy she has a fuckin bad way of showing it.” Bakugo scoffs.
“So, that night. You come home from school, you eat dinner, then what happened?” the cop asks, with a more gentle voice then Bakugo is used to this far. He lets out a deep breath. He hasn't really tried to think about all of this, since that night. He shakily starts to recall the events as they happened.
### Retelling of fictional traumatic events starts now###
Bakugo had been sitting in his room for half an hour. Texting Kirishima back and forth, trying to expel all of his pointless nerves onto his boyfriend. Readying himself for what he was about to do. He knows its stupid that he has to do this. Hell, Deku doesn't have to go to Auntie Inko and confess his love for the round face chick, why does he have to just because it's Kirishima.
From: [email protected]
To :[email protected]
Bro, It's okay. If she gets upset with you, call me and me and my moms will come pick you up. <3 <3 <3
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Don't call me bro when I'm about to confess my love for you to my fucking mom, Idiot! I'm gonna go. I'll call you when this shit is over with.
Bakugo shoved his phone into his pocket and joined his mom in the living room, where she was standing, watching tv and folding his laundry. Bakugo sat for a while, not saying anything. Not really knowing what to say. He has never don't this shit before, how is he supposed to know how to do it.
“Why the hell are you staring at me like that!” The old hag hissed at him, He looked up to see her staring right back at him.
“Shut up and sit down! I needa talk to ya!” Bakugo yelled back. He figures the way his mom is and how loud and brash both of them are, this conversation isn't gonna be any different.
“What!? I gotta put these away and hang the other load before the sun goes down.” His mom says, while still sitting down across from him in an armchair.
“The clothes can wait, god, just I'll make it quick.” Bakugo says, trying to be his loud normal self, but it didn't come out that way. He was hushed and shaky. ‘Fuckin just say it, whats the worst that can happen? She yells at me?’ Like thats anything fuckin new.’ Bakugo hypes himself up in his mind before opening his mouth to speak.
“You remember Kirishima?!” He shouts in her direction.
“Rock kid? Weird pointy teeth? Eats all our food when he is here? What about him?” His mom barks back in a familiar way,
“He and I, Me and Him,Shit, I-Mom, I'm like, Going out with him. He is my Boyfriend, or whatever.” Bakugo says, but doesnt look up from his hands, small bursts of explosions rattling off from his palms that he can't ever hear. His own breathing is being amplified by his hearing aids to the extent that if he doesn't focus on the sound of the room, he doesn't hear it at all.
He looks up to what he first thought was crying, but then realises it was hysterical laughing, Bakugo smirks at the reaction.
“You have got to be kidding, This some kind of fuckin joke, Its not funny, Kats,” His mom is standing walking over and throwing herself beside him on the couch throwing an arm over his shoulder and around his neck.
“Im not fuckin lying. I’m gay. He is my boyfriend. I just wanted you to know for some fuckin reason.” Bakugo laughs back under his breath. He is looking around the room, trying to not freak out when he starts to notice it's hard to breathe. And then it's really hard to breeth. And then he feels his mom's arm start to shake from the pressure it’s putting around his neck.
“No son of mine would willingly admit to something of the sort. Take it back.” His mom picks him up from the chokehold she had him in, throwing him onto the floor.
“What the fuck? What do you mean? You…You work with gay people all the fuckin time!” Bakugo yells, gasping for air trying to make sense of this all? Is she joking? Was she hit by some quirk that made her lose her mind on the way home.
“That's my work. Not my family. Not my son.” She walks over to him, staring down at him. The look in her eyes isn't one bakugo finds familiar at all. “Was it his idea? Did he put you up to his? Did he force you to do things with him?” She pauses, hovering over him.
“No, Kirishima has nothing to do with me being,” Bakugo pauses, “Ive been gay since forever, nothing has to change.” Bakugo shouts up at the woman, She doesn't look like his mom with the fiery look in her eyes.
“Nothing has to change?! This changed everything!” Bakugo doesn't have time to react, the sharp point of her foot is thrust into his stomach. He goes to activate his quirk for a split second, but realises, It's his mom. Not a villain. He can't use his quirk on her, He doesn't want to.
“Mom, Stop it, what the fuck?! Let's just talk about this.” He reasons, Trying to stand up from the ground but is wacked down by a forceful blow to his face. The basket of laundry scattered to the floor around him, the basket cracking for the point of impact with his face.
“Get the fuck out. Everything has changed. No son of mine will partake in such a thing.” He tries to process the words, come up with a response and she kicks him again and again in the stomach and lower back.
“What thing? Love? I'm not allowed to be in love?” Bakugo shouts back, red drops of blood falling from his face into his lap. He stumbles back into the bottom of the couch, trying to get away from his mom.
“Love? You think that is what you have with him? Do you think what you two do together is the same as two people being in love?” His mom takes no time closing the gap between them, stepping her foot into his lower body and pressing hard.
“Stop! That hurts,” Bakguo yells back trying to outpower her, but she is strong. Despite having a pointless quirk, she still manages to overpower Bakugo when he isn't using his Quirk.
“It hurts me knowing I wont get grandchildren. It hurts me more knowing what you have gotten up to right under my nose. It's disgusting! I'm gonna make sure you can never do it again.`` She screams, pushing her foot lower into Bakguo’s groyne. He screams from the pain. It only intensifies as she lifts her foot up and kicks over and over again.
“Stop! I'll leave! Stop!” He pleads, feeling like he may go unconscious from the pain. When he stops screaming from the torment of his genitals being bashed in over and over she kicks him to the other side, kicking his lower back over and over.
“I want you out. Never come back.You have five minutes to get all of your shit and leave. And don't tell anybody else what you told me tonight. It will ruin my career and the reputation I built for our family.” Bakugo doesn't move after his mom's final blow. He wants to lie there and let the pain slip his consciousness away but he forces himself to steadily move to his feet, Running up the stairs, grabbing his backpack and the hoodie he wore last night to bed off of his desk chair before running straight out the door not looking back.
### Retelling of fictional traumatic events ends here ###
Bakugo wipes his eyes profusely as he pants, catching his breath from shouting the truth about what happened that night into the silence of the police station. He doesn't look anywhere but into his lap as he feels a warmth enveloping his lower half. ‘Of course that would happen right now.’ he curses to himself, He feels the usual wetness cool, but the dryness he usually feels afterwards doesn't come. He feels wet. The seat of his pants felt wet. He tries to stay calm. Not moving his body a single bit. ‘Did he overfill his diaper?’ He looks around the room with just his eyes. Aizawa and Eijiro aren't looking at him any differently than they were, besides they both have bloodshot eyes and now Aizawa is squeezing Kirishima’s hand back. He calms himself, if he did leak, nobody knows. He wants to say something, but doesn't really want to in front of the cop. So he looks up from his lap and tries to pretend like nothing happened.
“And after that, you left? Did your mother try to contact you afterwards?” Tsukauchi asks, his voice is shaky as well. Bakugo clears his throat to speak,
“I-No, she didn't.” Bakguos voice comes out full of cracks and uncertainty. He feels Aizawa shift a little in his seat behind him.
“And your injuries you sustained from your mother, were they severe?” Bakugo wants the questions to end, he doesnt wanna be here anymore.
“Yes. I have internal damage to my…Organs, Bruising and a permanent scar on my face.” Bakugo hesitates to mention his bladder. Not wanting to call attention to the organ that's the cause of the wetness that will be left on the seat when he leaves here.
“I'm sorry kid, I have to ask, Do you want to press charges against your mother? Should she be sent to jail for what transpired between you two that night?” Bakugo stiffens at the question,
“I-I” Bakguo can't get the words out. He tenses his muscles. Of course he wants his mom to pay for hurting him, causing him all of this pain. But it is still his mom. She was good to him up until that night.
“Tsukauchi-san. I think Bakugo has had enough.” Bakugo suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder and he relaxes. Aizawa’s warm hand reminds him, if his mom isn't here, He isn't alone. He has his teacher, Eijiro.
“No, s’fine.” Bakugo lets out a deep breath. “Yes. She acted like a villain. She should be treated like one. I want to press charges.” Bakguo feels a weight lifted off his shoulder, metaphorically, because Aizawa is still standing beside him.
“Okay, that's good. We can stop her-” Bakguo closes his eyes for a second and before he can react he hears it, and the cop hears it as well. Bakugo’s eyes spring open and the sound of liquid pattering to the floor. “Son, are you alright?” The cop is moving towards him before Aizawa can say anything.
“Fuck, I’m sorry-” Bakguo stands up quickly from his seat, he must have started peeing again without knowing, as not only is his ass wet but his crotch is too, around the leg holes of his diaper.
“It's fine! Don't worry. Aizawa-san, the restroom is right down the hall, if you wanna help him. I'll get somewhere in here to clean it up. Don't worry about it. You were really brave today kid. I'll personally make sure you mom gets the punishment she deserves.” Without shaking his head, Tsukauchi leaves the room.
“What happened?” Bakugo feels his hand being pulled from his side into the warm grasp of Eijiro’s hands.
“I fuckin peed myself. Idiot.” Bakguo just shakes his head looking down. This was supposed to be a win for him, so why does it feel like the old hag is still messing with his life even from behind bars.
“Even diapers have their limits.” Aizawa chimes in, “I'm guessing that's what happened.” Aizawa clarifies.
“I felt something was off, like a while ago. I think it leaked the first time I…But I didnt say anything cause the fuckin cop was here. Didn't think I'd have to go again before this whole thing ended.” Bakugo admits to Eijiro, realising Aizawa is getting the admission as well.
“Next time, speak up. It's not good to sit in a wet diaper for that long. You can get a rash or worse, an infection, Lets go. Kirishima, I take it you're coming back to ours for dinner?” Aiwzawa walks over to the door, opening it and letting the two walk out. Kirishima nods happily, walking close behind Bakugo to shield his wet butt before they get into the bathroom.
Bakugo had started carrying extra pants and diapers in his backpack even since the first incident in class so he swiftly changed. Willing himself not to try as he humiliatingly takes a bag Aizawa got from the police officer and slides his soiled pants into it.
They drive back to the apartment, in pretty much silence. Bakugo lets Ejiro play with his hair the whole ride home.
“I'm gonna shower, Eijiro, you can wait for me in the living room.” Bakguo says under his breath not looking up at anyone entering the apartment.
“How about you show him to your room first? I think that might cheer you up.” Aizawa says walking down the hallway leaning against the doorframe leading into the former spare bedroom.
Bakugo keeps his head down walking down the long hallway, watching the wood panel of the floor go by. He can hear Eijiro shuffling his slippers, walking behind him.
“Oh! Those are sick sheets Sensei!” Eijiro exclaims from behind, Prompting Bakugo to look up. His eyes widen at the sight of the perfectly tidy room. An all-might themed bed adorned with many throws pillows with hero themed pillow covers. Bakugo looks around the room and then back at Aizawa standing in the hallway. He can't stop the flow of tears from his eyes. His lip quivering into a smile.
“Thank you.” He propels himself forward. Wrapping his hands around his teachers waits. Tears falling painlessly from his eyes for the first time in a long time.
“No problem kid, Consider it an official welcome into our family.” Aizawa pats him on the back, letting him cry into his waist. When he lets go, His hug is switched to Kirishima.
“I'm gonna shower. Dont you fuckin get in my bed with your dirty ass school clothes on ill kill you!” Bakguo yells, stomping down the hall.
“Hey! We sit in bed in our uniforms all the time!” Eijiro yells back.
“That's your nasty bed. This is mine. Its all mine and its fuckin special!” Bakguo yells back with nothing but joy and love in his words. Aiwzawa and Kirishima share smiles of their own before they hear the bathroom door slam behind the blonde they both have grown to love in different ways so much.