Bakugo let out a soft whine as he was diapered, pulling slightly at the ice-restraints. "They d-dont think I'm a brat! Th-theyre scared of me!" Bakugo retorted, letting out another soft whimper. "I-im not a b-b-baby..." He mumbled, going limp and letting himself go.

Shouto smirked coldly, liking the pathetic little noises Bakugou was making. His stammering and weak whining was music to his ears. "Awww, it's okay, baby." He cooed, his smile sinister as he melted the ice and lifted the boy off the table after forcing his hands into mittens(which he then securely locked so baby Bakugou wouldn’t remove his diaper), giving his diapered butt a pat. "We both know that's not true, now, don't we? If you weren't a baby, you wouldn't be fussing like this, would you?"

Katsuki opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and sighed. "I-i... I guess not- But I'm not! I'm 16 years old..." The blonde trailed off, giving up at this point. Shoto was just going to make him feel worse about himself. The blonde looked at his hands, letting out a soft grumble and then a whine. "What the hell are these things for?" He gently tugged at the mittens shoot had just put on by biting them, trying to tear them off. "Get them off!"