Grayson's Blog

Deku’s speech probably would have been more inspiring if he didn’t have a hand between his legs gripping his dick while saying it… 

“If only we had our phones…We could call for help…” Iida says, the taller teen seems to be the least desperate out of all of them, Katsuki notes. 

“No phones allowed during national testing…” Kaminari groans beside Katsuki, “I forgot about that…dammnit, what am I supposed to do to pass the time?” 

“Try not to piss yourself?” Katsuki jokes, because isn’t that what everyone is thinking? 

“Oh…that ship has already sailed.” Suddenly, everyone's eyes are on the blonde sitting on the floor by a pile of rubble. 

“What? When?” Deku asks, clearly shocked by the insinuation, 

“I got scared!!!! I've never been in an earthquake that big and I had to go!” Katsuki squints and looks at his friend's pants and sure enough—they are soaked but he really couldn’t tell if he wasn't looking for it…

“Kaminari, Don’t mind. It was an accident and we will see to getting you cleaned up once we are rescued.” Iida says, placing a gentle hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. 

“I’m okay guys! Really! I’m just glad we are totally getting out of having to finish our test today.” That earns a few laughs around the room, Katsuki however, isn’t laughing. He really, really, does need to piss, but hell if he is going to be the first one to actually piss his pants with everyone watching…he almost would have rather been like Kaminari and done it in the cover of the chaos… 

“Guys, can I not just like—pick a corner and water it down, I mean the hallway is already screwed….” At Sero’s question, all the girls only a few feet away turn and give him a group stink-eye. 

“Hell no! If we can’t just whip it out and go, you guys can’t either! That's not fair.” Mina argues. 

Katsuki doesn’t agree with her, per say—Sero should do whatever he is comfortable with but, he sure as hell doesn’t feel comfortable getting himself out with all these extras around so he hopes nobody else does…his bladder would not bode well to hearing all of his classmates relieving themselves. 

“If I may—” Yaoyorozo steps forward from the group, “While I can’t make anything huge with my quirk because I didn’t eat breakfast this morning, I could probably make a bucket and a towel…if….” 

“That could work to spare some of us, however depending how long we are trapped, I can’t say I want to be stuck in here with a bucket of pee…” Sero says, and Katsuki agrees… 

“Better than being stuck in pissed pants, tapeface.” He scoffs, A few guys nod in agreeance, 

“Wait!” Mina shouts, “It would be for the girls! You guys have to figure out your own solution.” 

“Surely, that is not fair, Just because we have the parts, we shouldn’t be stripped of any privacy?” Iida speaks up, stepping between the two groups. 

“H-How about we figure out who has to go the worst and they get to use whatever Yaoyorzu-san makes?” Deku pipes up, Everyone, even Mina seems to nod at that. 

“How do we figure out who needs to have the worst thought?” Sero asks, Izuku flushes at the question, 

“We are gonna have to just—admit to how bad we have to go and agree not to lie…I think we can do that, right?” Everyone nods

“I can judge because I don’t have to pee!” Kaminari grins. Yaoyorozu makes the bucket…and it’s smaller than Katsuki would have thought…Two people, maybe three if someone with a small ass bladder goes first would be fine… 

There are 20 of them….

Kota, Sato,Asui,Shoji,Tokoyami,Hakagure and Oijiro unanimously agree that while they tagged along on the bathroom break, they are by no means desperate and will be fine, leaving only fourteen of them to figure this out. 

The first person to use the bucket was actually really easy to decide. 

“o—okay…Let’s see…We should start by going around and p-picking a number? Since we all know we already have to pee—maybe start at five as like, you are desperate but could hold it for an hour and t-ten is you are about to pee your pants?” 

Everyone looks at Deku—withering around in place as he stands and gives orders and its obvious the idiot is at least visibly worse off then most of them. But still, they go around the room. 

“I’ll start, I’m going to say I'm a six. I have to go, but I don’t think Its urgent enough at this moment that I can’t wait a bit.” Iida says, Katsuki is surprised, he doesn’t seem desperate at all. 

“Seven. I gotta go.” Sero says next. 

“Eight.” Shinso says from the back of the group—Katsuki can see he is holding himself…shit. 

“I’m an eight as well.” Todoroki says, yet the boy looks calm as day….Katsuki isn’t sure what to think about that. 

The girls all echo similar numbers, mostly sevens and sixes across the board, except for Uraraka who says she is a five and then decides she can hold it and goes to sit with the others. 

All eyes turn to Katsuki, as he is one of the only ones who haven't answers and he realizes he needs to decide what he is going to say here…If he lies…he will piss himself and that would be shitty, but if he says the truth, everyone will know he is fucking swimming up to his teeth right now… 

“I'm an eight.” Kirishima says beside him, “I really gotta go!” Katsuki looks around at all the eights, and while a few of them are holding themselves, None of them look like they have to go as badly as he does, even thought he is standing still and not grabbing himself, thats only because he is trying so fucking hard not to… 

“Nine.” Katsuki says, gaining a few looks of disbelief. 

“I-I’m a nine as well.” Izuku says, All eyes are now on both of them, being the highest numbers so far.

“T-ten!” All eyes flip around to Aoyama, who is standing next to the bucket, “Mon amours! I’m afraid I’m desperate beyond belief.” 

“Bullshit.” Katsuki scoffs, “You are just saying that because you want to use the damn bucket.” Katsuki has been scanning the room since this started, and the person who is clearly the most desperate is damn Deku. 

“Bakugo—he can’t even stand still.” Katsuki looks again and the sparkling idiot is wiggling, but no more than Shinso. 

“As the official judge,” Kaminari says, “I say everyone who is above five lines up and has to stand still for forty seconds, If you can manage that, you are out.” Katsuki groans…of fucking course it couldn’t be as simple as just being honest that he needs to fucking piss… 

“A-alright, everyone…” Deku walks over to the longest stretch of open hallway and starts the line. Everyone, mostly guys except Mina who is apparently a seven now, stands. 

“Okay, everyone, hands to your sides!” Kaminari says, everyone obliged. Katsuki was already standing like such, however… “And spread your legs to shoulder width!” fuck. 

That was his one saving grace. He wouldn't ever hold himself with so many people around—but his thighs have been straining for the last twenty minutes. 

“Fourty seconds starts now!” 

“Gah!” Almost immediately, a strained noise comes from the front of the line, everyones eyes flick to Deku, standing like Kaminari said, but now with a small dark patch forming at the front of his pants. 

“Shit! Midoriya—go! Go to the bucket!” Kaminari shouts, standing up and walking the green hair teen across the way. 

“I-It’s pointless! Kaminari-kun…My boxers are already soaked! I—” and then there is splattering… 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Katsuki gives in and crossed his legs. The sound of Deku pissing his pants on the hallway floor makes his body want to do the same, but he refuses. 

“C–can I use the bucket then?” All eyes, besides Deku’s who are closed and clearly in a state of bliss from not having to hold it at the moment, turn to Shinso. “P-please?” 

“Uhhh—I guess you can…” Kaminari looks at Aoyama, who, to everyone's surprise, does actually look desperate…maybe not a ten thought. 

Katsuki looks at Shinso and the bucket and then at Deku and fuck…He really, really doesn’t want to piss himself… If he has to hear another person get relief before he does. 

“Shit—Fuck this.” Katsuki starts walking over to the bucket, “I can’t hold it. I can’t.” He says incase anyone tries to fucking stop him. 

“Bakugo! We didn’t decide who was going to—” 

“My fucking body is deciding!” Katsuki grabs himself as he pushes past Sero and Kirishima, 

“Bakugo, Stop. Kaminari decided Shinso gets to use it first.” Iida puts a hand on Katsuki shoulder and the big ass fucker is actualy strong enough to stop him, but his mind has already made up that he is getting relief and he is getting it now. 

“Fuck!! Let me go!” Katsuki growls, 

“I’m just gonna…” Shinso rushes past Katsuki, and before the blonde can even brace himself, he hears the sound of liquid splattering into plastic. He looks over and sees the purple haired idiot isn’t even covering himself with the towel at all, he is just—pissing… 

“Ew!” A few girls scream, a few of the non-desperate guys stand to cover Shinso, who is profusely apologizing, 

“Sorry, Sorry, I couldn’t wait, oh my god—sorry.” Katsuki turns away and physically has to rest his head into Iida’s chest to put all his other muscle effort into holding it…but he can feel his pants are wet under his palm…He is leaking now— 

“Shinso…maybe you should…” Katsuki looks up at Kaminari’s shaky voice—and mistakes because the second he sees the bucket—now almost full to the top with piss, a sob escapes his lips. 

“I can’t—I fucking…” His eyes dart around the hallway…there is nowhere for his to go—but he is going in the next ten seconds whether he likes it or not. 

His eyes fall on the towel, not being used for anything and his body moves on autopilot. “Hide me! Fucking—” Iida is already moving infront of him as he falls to his knees and fumbles with take himself out. 

“Shit, Shit!” He groans when he finally frees his pissing dick from his pants and shoves it into the towel, “holy fuck—” He groans, if he wasn’t sitting on the ground his legs would have gone out from how good it feels to let go. 

The hallway is silent except for the sound of Katsuki’s piss hissing into the towel, and he is absolutely mortified, but he can’t be too upset…he isn’t full on pissing himself and his dick is covered. Not everyone seems to have the same idea. 

“Shhh, It’s okay bro.” Katsuki opens his eyes for the first time and looks over at Sero who is rubbing the back of Aoyama who…is clearly pissing himself but still trying to hold on. 

“Bakugo! What the hell?” Kaminari shouts, “You can’t just decide to do whatever you want.” 

Katsuki, finally coming back to real life now that he isn’t pissing anymore. Tucks himself back into his pants, ready to yell at Kaminari about how he had to do that, but once he is standing, everyone stop and looks at him. 

“Oh—uh, I didn’t realize.” Katsuki at this point follows everyone eyes down his pants, he see’s wet darkness down both his thighs…He knew he was leaking as he leapt for the towel but he didn’t realize how much he had…fuck. 

“T-told you I needed to go, fuckers.” Katsuki walks over to where Kaminari was previously sitting and plops down. 

“Well…I think we figured out how this has to happen, at least." Iida speaks up, “We will create a human wall between us and the girls and whoever needs to pee, can simply go on the floor because it's already wet.” 

Everyone seems to agree with that, even the girls who make their own wall on the other side of the hallway. 

Sato, Koda and Shoji stand up and help make a very large human wall. 

“I’m thinking since I'm also one of the largest, It would be best if I went first to help make a better wall?” Iida says, Everyone looks to Kirishima and Sero because they said they needed to go worse then Iida initially, but they both seem to want more shield for the girls and let the taller teen go first. 

“Oh man—this is torture.” Kirishima says standing next to Katsuki while they listen to Iida piss very forcefully against the wall. 

“Oi, shittyhair goes next.” Katsuki shouts, nobody argues. The red head smiles at him. 

After an hour, everyone gets their relief and finally, someone comes and rescues them. 

“Yeah, and I'm pretty sure yours is too…” Katsuki motions around them, its a mainly abandoned floor that was built for the off-chane of larger hero classes in the future. Only three people have rooms on it. 

Hitoshi, Tokoyami, and Aoyama. All three wanted to be more secluded from the rest of the class when they moved to the dorms because of their quirks, or well in Aoyama’s case, Katsuki isn’t sure. 

“Oh…I just assumed when the elevator stopped it was the right floor and got off…that's weird, did you call the elevator?” Katsuki stops and explains what happened to him and what he saw in the stairwell, they both come to the conclusion that something weird is going on, but both have no clue what.

“So we're stuck…” Deku asks, shyly. 

“Seems like it, I’m sure whatever is happening, the others will know soon and I would guess we aren’t the ones who got stuck here for no reason.” Katsuki explains, now that he has had more time to think about this. 

“How so?” 

“Everyone knows we are the two most powerful kids in our class…If they were gonna plan an attack it would make sense to want us out of the way. Probably used some sort of creepy ass surveillance quirk and when we got into the elevators, it routed us here and then jammed them so we couldn’t go back in them.”

“That means there was someone on this floor…I wonder how long they have been in the school?” The nerd suddenly seems more nervous than before, and Katsuki can almost see him shaking… 

“Lets…do a sweep of the place? Check all the dorms and see if maybe we can escape through someone's balcony?” Katsuki also wouldn’t mind taking a look around to see if he can find anything…or anywhere to relieve himself. That was the whole point of coming out of his dorm. He was headed to the common floor to finally let himself piss after he finished his science paper. 

The two go from door to door, easily kicking them in. They check all the empty dorms first, and they are all clear, however, footprints on the dusty floor leading to all the windows and doors prove the same. Welded shut. 

“I can’t imagine someone was able to sneak by the security cameras and go unnoticed, so either they have a manipulation quirk like Toga or your right, they have some sort of surveillance quirk on their team as well.” Deku muses, 

“Or, its a single guy with a surveillance quirk, who knows how to weld…there is only one set of shoe prints.” Katsuki points out as they make their way to the side of the dorms that are lived in. 

“Kacchan, the surveillance quirk could be long-range. Maybe he doesn’t even need to be inside the gates to access it and manipulate it?” 

“Well that's creepy as s—-shit.” Katsuki kicks in the door to Shinso’s dorm, the forces causes him to bend over slightly…he really has to fucking piss…He doesn’t know if Deku has noticed his predicament and he doesn’t know if he should tell him or not… 

“Sorry Shinso-kun.” Deku says to the empty room and steps in, “This feels so wrong.” 

“We won’t look too close at anything…personal just check the windows i’ll check the balcony door…” Katsuki says, but his eyes trail around the shelves of personal belongings…there isn’t really much. He knows the insomniac moved in more recently than all of them but still, not even an old water bottle he could…borrow…or well, he wouldn’t really give it back because that gross… 

“Welded…Do we even have to check the other’s rooms?” Deku is standing by the door already, shifting from side to side. 

“Jeeze, if going inside without their permission makes you so nervous, you can just blame me. I don’t think they would be that mad anyways.” Hell, If Katsuki finds some way to relieve himself in one of these rooms he will tell them as such and thank them once he is out of this mess… 

“It’s not that…Let’s just hurry onto the next room.” Katsuki follows, although he is pretty sure they aren’t going to find an actual villain in any of these rooms…they aren’t exactly being quiet and if someone was inside one of the rooms they haven't checked, they could have easily ran to the other rooms they have already checked that now all have broken doors…But, Katsuki isn’t really looking for a villain anymore, so he continues. 

“You do this one.” Katsuki motions to the door. He can’t handle another harsh impact, he is lucky he didn’t leak on Shinso’s door. 

The nerd uses blackwip to break off the handle and its…so anti-climatic but it works. “What the hell…” Both go wide eyed at the bedroom…or more so cave like decor of the room. 

“I think Dark Shadow likes…darkness…” Deku says, 

“Or Tokoyami is more emo than we thought.” Katsuki jokes, they find the same thing…no escape and nothing he can use as a makeshift bathroom. 

“Fuck.” Katsuki swears under his breath…they have one more room and then there is nothing but the two of them and an empty hallway. They both exit the not so welcoming space and Katsuki prepares himself to have to admit to the nerd he has to piss bad enough that it might become…will become a problem soon. 

Katsuki doesn’t even have to ask, Deku is already breaking the handle off the door the second they are both in the hallway. They both storm into the very opposite style bedroom then the one they were in a second ago, eyes jumping from one corner to the other. 

Katsuki scans the bed, the dresser, the half empty wardrobe and the desk—-The desk! His eyes widen when they fall on an empty powerjuice bottle sitting beside an abandoned text book. Katsuki takes a few steps towards it, intending to snatch it up and finally get rid of the nagging pain in his bladder. 

The second his hands grab for the bottle another set of shaking hands wrap around it. Both boys pause and look at each other…silence follows.

Slowly, the sound of sweatpants swishing against each other fills the room as Katsuki can’t stand still any longer. 

“Kachhan…do you….?” Deku asks, Katsuki looks at him, hand shaking around the bottle—singular because his other hand has lowered between his thighs…fuck. 

“Yes, I need to take a piss and I saw that damn bottle first.” He has no shame. The nerd is in the same fucking boat, but Katsuki knows he is was worse off. There is no way Deku has to go as bad as him. 

“Kacchan…I get you have to go too but…I really, really need to use this…” Katsuki stiffens…his mind is already made up. He was so close to relief, and Deku is really going to try and take that from him. 

“Shit—” Katsuki gives up trying to look composed and lets his hands grasp himself, the relief of pressure is good, but he knows it's only temporary. “Come on Deku, I was literally on my way to the common floor to use the damn restroom when we got stuck! I was studying for hours before that.” He doesn’t want to beg, but he is in no position to fight the nerd for the damn bottle. 

“Where do you think I was going to Kacchan! We were both headed to the same place…We both clearly really gotta go…” Katsuki doesn’t know what they should do…They both need to pee and there is only one bottle… 

“Fuck, well you can’t piss if I can’t piss.” Katsuki argues, because…he wouldn’t be able to handle knowing Deku is getting relief and he isn’t. He would piss himself. 

“We…We could share it…” Deku says, face red as Kirishima’s hair. 

“And how the fuck do we do that? I could fill that entier fucking thing right now and still have to go.” Katsuki groans, he really, really wants to fill that thing right now… 

“We…Just have to wait until whatever is happening, happens and I could wait…If I let a little out. Half. We both fill it half ways…” 

Katsuki doesn’t like the idea of doing that…It’s too intimate for the level of friendship he has with Deku at this point in their lives but, he would prefer that then pissing his pants. At least this would give them both a fighting chance of making it to the bathroom.

They both are silent, thinking on it, when Katsuki suddenly feels a burst of wetness hit his palm. “Shit—Fine! We share but i’m going first!” Katsuki takes a step forward to grab the bottle, but Deku pulls it away. 

“How is that fair!?” He hisses, 

“Deku, Look—” Katsuki removes his hands from his gray sweatpants and the wet spot from his previous leak widened every so slightly, The nerd must notices, because the bottle is shoved in his hands a second later. 

“Just hurry and make sure you stop!” Katsuki doesn’t hear anything the nerd says, he is too busy adjusting everything into place and—- 

“Fuckkkkk” He ground leaning against Aoyama's wardrobe the second he lets go. It’s—-not the free release he would have if he were at a urinal, but it still feels so good. 

“Kacchan, pay attention…you have to stop at some point.” Katsuki thinks he makes a sound to show her heard Deku, and he is looking at the bottle…it’s filling far too fast for his liking, but he will stop…just… 

“Kacchan! Stop!” Deku seethes, Katsuki spaces him a glace, he is dancing from foot to foot—more obviously desperate now. Katsuki strains, and slowly, his stream stops. 

“Shit, Shit…” He pulls the bottle away and tucks himself back inside. 

“Kacchan! You went over half way!” Deku wines, Katsuki looks at the bottle and sure enough he is a bit over…but not too much. 

“It was hard to stop! Okay, here—” Katsuki gives the bottle to Deku, even though he doesn’t feel much relief at all. He still needs to piss so fucking bad…but he knows he can hold it for a while longer because he got rid of some. Even if its just mentally he feels like he can hold it more from seeing how much he got to let go. 

“Ah—shoot—come on…” Katsuki turns away when he hears a splatter of piss hit the carpet and then the sound of said piss hitting liquid…his piss. 

“Oh my god…Kacchan I don’t think this is gonna hold it all…” Deku groans, 

“Yeah, you're gonna have to stop once it gets full, this was your plan.” 

“It’s almost full.” Katsuki could do without the commentary…but he supposed Deku did watch him use the damn bottle so talking to him while he is peeing probably isn’t too invasive for the idiot. 

“Ahh! It’s overflowing!” That causes Katsuki to turn around, and yep the nerd is holding the bottle, and yellow piss is flowing over the top onto his hands. 

“Stop! You have to stop pissing, idiot!” Katsuki shouts, but he can’t do anything 

“I can’t! I can’t stop—-I’m sorry.” Katsuki watches the nerd fall to his knees, abandoning the bottle by his side and letting the rest of his piss out onto Aoyama’s pink fuzzy rug… 

“We probably should have done this in the hallway…” Katsuki says as a second thought. 

“N-no…The security cameras are in the hallway, whoever was watching us could have been watching and…” Deku doesn’t have to finish his sentence, Katsuku agress…atleast they know they have privacy in here. 

“I’m…done.” Katsuki looks down at the full bottle of piss, and the stained rug. They made a fucking mess… 

“I guess we should try and find a way to get a message to the others…Maybe we could find paper and slip a note into the elevator? It's probably still taking people to other floors…Kacchan?” 

“Y-you go ahead and look for some paper and a pen in…anywhere else but here i’m gonna…” Katsuki rubs his thigh together…

“Kacchan?” Deku looks reluctant to leave, “What are you…” 

“Look…We already pissed on the floor and I’m uncomfortable! So will you just leave so I can piss on the floor in peace!” Katsuki flushes red admitting to what he is going to do, but he would rather not have an audience like he did before. 

“We should stick together, what if the villain shows up!” Deku protests, and Katsuki has had enough. Without another word he walks over to the rug, Shoves Deku away and pulls himself out of his pants. 

“Kacchan!” Deku squeaks and turns away. 

“I told you I was doing this, not my fault you wanted to stay and watch.” He doesn’t even care that Deku is here it feels like the relief he wanted he—

“Que fais-tu! oh mon goddess!” Both teens whip around to the doorway, Katsuki quickly shoves his peeing dick back into his pants because—

“Aoyama-kun!” Deku squeaks walking to shield Katsuki from his view, 

“Everyone! I found them but don’t come in here! They are…Naked!!!!—I wish you were just naked….” Aoyama yells into the hallway, whispering the second part. 

“Shit—stop—” Katsuki on the other hand, tried and failed to stop pissing—but his tired muscles are just not having it. He lets the rest of it dribble into his underwear and pants, wetting them further down each leg until he is empty, a mere thirty seconds later.

“What happened?” Deku asks the blonde, 

“A weird man came into the common room and tried to grab the girls! Sero tapped him to a wall and we called Aizawa! It was terrible but—he was rather weak…Why are you, how do you say…faire pipi on mon rug?!” 

“I didn’t pipi…or whatevr the fuck you said on your shit on purpose—We have been stuck up here for a while and I had to piss.” Katsuki crosses his arms over his chest, “and thanks to you, I pissed myself.” Katsuki motions to his pants. 

“But why my room!? The hallway est parfait pour faire pipi!!!” Aoyama wines, 

“Stop saying Pipi! Look, you had a bottle and I tried to use it but…I couldn’t stop.” Katsuki looks up at Deku who looks confused, but nods along. “I thought the villain was watching us on the security cameras so excuse me if I didn’t want a creep looking at my dick” 

“Hmm, I see…” All three teens stand there for a while, Katsuki is the one who breaks the silence. 

“Who all is in the hallway?” He asks, knowing he is gonna have to walk out of here is he wants to shower, which he does. 

“The girls…all of them and mon Kirishima est Eraserhead.” Katsuki groans…all the girls…

“Aoyama-kun, could you go and make everyone leave? You can tell Sensei what happened quietly so Kacchan can…have less of an audience?” Deku asks, and the blonde, with one last sad look at his rug, nods and leaves. 

“You didn’t have to take the fall for me, you know.” Deku says, but Katsuki sees a small smile on his face. 

Katsuki shrugs, “I was caught red handed…didn’t think both of us needed to be embarrassed, besides, I owe you…” 

“You already apologized for our past, kacchan.” Deku say, 

“Still…” Katsuki and Deku’s attention is drawn to the door, a small and deep chuckle pulling their attentions. 

“I guess I know what l'explosin a fait pipi dans ma chambre’means now, and look, I didn't even have to take Mic’s French class to learn it.” Aizawa jokes. 

“School has been cleared. Aoyama mentioned it, you were right. Someone hacked our surveillance system and these people have been coming onto campus for about a week.Nedzu is already watching the back logs.

"Great, totally not creepy at all, I'm going to shower now, bye!” Katsuki steps out of the dorm into the hallway realizing he can’t just go to the common room like this, so he steps into the elevator and holds his breath and presses the button for his floor. 

He lets out a long breath when it starts to move and actually stops where he wants it to go. Once he changes into some less incriminating sweatpants. He takes the stares to the common floor just in case…

But as if he was going to let a little tickle down there is gonna stop him from taking a spot at theNigheye Agency! Not a chance.  

He has heard so much about the older hero—nothing in terms of his quirk but he knows it's powerful, yet underestimated, like his own. He goes into the interview with his head held high ready to sell his quirk and himself to the best of his abilities… 

“Make me laugh.” huh? Tsunagu stood with his resume between his fingers looking at the man like the grew a second head…soemthing totally possible in todays society… 

“I’m sorry, I must have heard you wrong, could you repeat—” 

“I said to make me laugh. If you can, you're hired.” Tsunagu took a step back…He really, really was not expecting this…He has never been much of a comedian, he sometimes makes others laugh but it's mostly been by accident…or. 

Tsunagu reaches a hand up and unbuttons the top half of his jean-suit and reveals his abnormally long neck. He stands there waiting. 

“Am I supposed to be laughing?" Sir Nigheye asks, looking less then amused, 

“Um well…Everyone always laughs when they see my face, sir.” Tsunagu quickly re-buttons up his shirt. 

“I said make me laugh, not make me laugh at you.” the older hero clears his throat. Tsunagu takes another step back towards the door…he almost thinks he should just leave..but he didn’t come this far to just quit. So he stops panicking and thinks. 

And thinks, and thinks…but he can’t think of a single joke, not one of his own nor one he has heard from someone else. 

“You have thirty seconds to say something, or this interview is over.” Tsunagu panics—he has to think of something of anything oh— 

A tickle running down the tube strapped to his leg and into the bag secured on his calf causes a shiver to run up his spine. ‘Don’t move, Don’t move, Don’t move.’ Tsunagu thinks…this is his first time using his foley outside of his home or the hospital… 

“Jeanist you have ten seconds or else—”

“Sir, I’m peeing—-” Tsunagu blurts out. 

Silence follows his announcement, and then a small giggles, followed by a billowing laugh falls from Sir Nightye's mouth. Tsunagu feels the tickle of warmth cool in his catheter and he gains composure. 

“I thought you said you were not going to laugh at me.” He chides, feeling confident that he lost his opportunity, even if he made the man laugh. 

“Kid, that was the first. Everyone always says you grow out of bodily humor, fart jokes and stuff but—thats not really true is it? Everyone will laugh at an ill timed fart or—in this case, a very odd timed accident.” 

“It’s not—” Tsunagu goes to correct, but Sir Nighteye beats him too it. 

“Your injury, I heard, thought the grapevine was severe, but got no further derails, I take it your catch? Or should I grab a mop to clean up my floor?” He jokes, 

Tsunagu can’t help the small smiles that slip past his lips…ever since he got hurt everyone has been so serious about it, even himself! But Sir is already making jokes and he—he loves it. 

“I’ll see you on Monday. Bring whatever supplies you need, and make sure your ready to work.” 

Of course there were some mishaps at first. He didn’t really know how to wear the damn things now that he is older and like hell he was going to ask Recovery Girl for help. He begrudgingly asked Best Jeanist if he had any advice and the older man apologized and told him he only wore them in the hospital for a short stint and never actually put one on himself. He ended up just putting in on like he would underwear and when his bladder released while he was sparring with thank fucking god, Kirishima, it ended up leaking down the leg holes rather the being fully absorbed. 

He watched a tutorial and all was good after that, and Shittyhair was too understanding for it having…got on him a little. Katushi wanted to die and abandoned the things after that but he knew, it was fine, he was just embarrassed. 

Now, a month into wearing them for Hero training and realizing how much better it is…Katsuki is having a dilemma. Because…it is so much better. So fucking much so that he just wishes he everyday life could be like that. He never realized how much mental space his bladder issues were taking up until he got hours every day where it was not an issue. The added stress of his incontinence becoming more urgent after his infection doesn’t help at all. 

At the start of the year when none of his friends knew about his issue, it was always on his mind, but he managed just fine. Then everyone found out and his mind got a break—not fully but enough to ease some stress. Now, it feels even worse than before everyone knew. Even telling the bakusquad about his setback in his holding time didn’t ease the stress because now he was actually having to go to the bathroom more than any of them. He couldn’t just follow Mina’s bathroom trips because she has a small bladder because if he did, he would piss his pants. 

Small changes like that make him feel less than his friends, and he knows he isn’t…but he can’t fucking help think he is. So that brings him here. Sitting in the cafe at Best Jeanists agency, twiddling his thumbs nervously trying to figure out how to bring up such a topic. 

“I know you said you had never dealt with this kinda thing before but…” Katsuki pauses and takes a deep breath and explains everything. The infection, the more frequent trips to the bathroom. That horrible patrol in the mountains and the month now after where he has pivoted his support needs while ‘on call’ as they call it. 

“And I know once I admit it out loud, I should just take that step but its fucking…i’m fucking scared.” Katsuki admits. “I think I always knew…I mean I was pretty much told when I got better enough to leave the hospital that I would end back up there with infections and shit, and that i could manage it, but likely it wouldn’t last forever and i would have to have hands on care…I thought that would be when I was like fifty! Not now! Not while im still in fucking High school.” Katsuki vents. 

“Well, would you rather be uncomfortable until you're fifty?” The older jeans hero says, quirking his head slightly, 

“Of course fucking not—but” 

“But nothing child, if you think older you deserve to be comfortable then currently you do as well. Why think it's okay to give into the support you need later, and not now? I know you were expecting your support needs to not change so soon, but you were prepared to make the switch to full-time protection when you needed it later. You already made the decision to use them while on call.”  

“But—I can’t take it back.” Katsuki admits, sitting his tea, “If I go full-time in d-diapers i’m not allowing myself the chance to have a future without them because I will probably lose what little shit control I have left.” 

“If what little control you have left, from what it sounds like does nothing but make you upset, why be sad about losing it?” Jeanist asks, “I think we both know why, hmmm,” 

“Your going to say its the internalized abilism that is making me want to stay ‘normal’ for the sake of other people's comfort or some shit, right” Katsuki teases, 

“Not in those words, but you are correct.” Jeanist smiles, Katsuki goes to open his mouth when the alarm on his phone silently goes off on the table. He looks at is and gently smashes his head down on said table and groans. 

“I fucking hate that ive had to get up three times since we have sat down to piss just beause i wanted a fucking tea. I have a special alarm set not for when I drink caffeine, did you know that? Every twenty minutes. If I don’t go every twenty minutes because of a fucking cola I piss my pants.” Katsuki scoots his chair back and makes his way to the restroom. 

Katsuki goes to the urinal and pees…it's not even a small amount and that makes him more upset because he probably would have pissed himself without the alarm. He looks around the bathroom at the various baskets of bathroom supplies that all the public spaces in Jeanist agency have and he sees the usual catheter supplies for the hero himself, and some other things like pads and tampon and wet wipes and sterile things—but next to them is a package of what Katsuki recognizes as adult male diapers. 

He grabs one out of the package and looks at it. He holds it in his hand and then looks down at his phone with the little dot showing him he has an alarm in twenty minutes. He knows their food will proboby be at the table when he goes back out there and he wants to sit and fucking eat it and enjoy lunch with the man who is now his favorite hero… 

“Fuck it.” He goes into the stall and slips it under his jeans. It's…weird. He hasn't worn one under his civilian clothes since he was much younger but when he looks in the mirror it's not that visible. He still takes his long sleeve button up off and ties it around his waist just in case it is visible when he…uses it, and then he leaves the bathroom. 

He sits down and his sandwich is there and he starts eating. Jeanist is looking at the shirt around his waist and Katsuki feels like he knows what the older man is thinking…it is the oldest trick in the book and he was in there for a while. 

Katsuki grabs his phone and shows the man him turning off the alarms. “Since when did you…keep other supplies in the bathrooms…does someone on staff wear diapers?” Katsuki remembers Jeanist telling him he hires a lot of heroically disabled heroes with incontinence issues that other agencies won't bother with. 

“No. I put them there for you, in all bathrooms.well…not just for you, our conversation on the phone the other day made me realize I could step up my inclusivity past my own problem and cater more to everyone. I’m glad my forethought came in handy for you today.” Jeanist smiles, and so does Katsuki behind a large bite of his sandwich. 

He feels his diaper fill with watch an hour later, mid conversation with jeanist He pauses, Realizing what is happening. The older hero smirks. 

“You are gonna have to get better at reliving yourself and keeping a poker face, boy. That was very obvious.” He laughs and Katsuki playfully kicks him under the table. 

“H-how long did it take you to…” 

“A year. I think there are still come interview clips from my early career that haunt me to watch because you can just see the look in my eyes the second my foley did its thing now—you would never know it happened a dozen times while we have been eating.” Jeanist smiles shyly. 

Once again Katsuki is so fucking glad he has Jeanist to be there for him. 

When he gets back to school the following week, his friends notice the first day in class that he doesn’t ask to be excused and by lunch he can tell everyone is worried. They all know he starts using diapers in training so he simply says he decided to try them out full-time to ease some stress and make his life easier. 

Yuri thought it was an overall recognized thing that ‘when you gotta go, you gotta go.’ Still, he looks over at the clocks and sees that they did just get back in from break ten minutes ago…Yuri can see how that could be annoying, but the teachers should know that he often takes calls on break. This one he was talking to a seamstress about his upcoming costume and his designs. He didn’t have time to run to the bathroom and prioritized being here on time because he thought he would be allowed to leave once they settled. 

He figures it is just too close to break time and waits ten more minutes, which for Yuri’s bladder feels like an hour. He raises his hand again. 

“Yes, Yuri.” Mr.Popov calls on him again, thinking he is answering the question just asked, but instead he asks again to be excused, 

“Can I please go to the restroom?” He tries to be more polite with it this time, hoping to earn some points…he is never one to say please, everyone knows that. 

“I believe I already answered those questions” Mr.Popov moves on. 

“What the hell?” Yuri mutters under his breath, now he really doesn’t know what to do…He really had to pee. He wonders if his teacher just doesn’t believe him or if it's still too close to the start of the hour. But they only have thirty minutes left in this class, it's almost half over. 

He decides to wait until class is actually half over to try again. This time, however, he decides to suck up a little of his pride and explain a little bit more to his teacher about his predicament. 

“Can I please go to the bathroom? I know we just had our break period but I was on an important call and I didn’t have time to go, it’s urgent.” He adds at the end, because it's true and less embarrassing than saying it's an emergency. 

“Well, it sounds like you need to get your priorities straight. Was this call so important you neglected your needs for it?” 

“Sir, it was an important call with my seamstress…I have a competition next week and I barely have enough hours in the day as is. We are allowed to use our break for whatever we want…” Yuri doesn’t have to explain himself. He knows he should be allowed a bathroom break and that he isn’t the one in the wrong here. 

“You made your choice, if your little song and dance shenanigans are so important then you will have to deal with it and hold it.” And that's when Yuri realizes this isn’t just him not understanding an unsaid rule. 

Mr.Popov is doing this because he doesn’t agree with Yuri’s activities outside of school. It's obviously not the first time someone has given him a hard time for being a male figure skater…though usually they call him a fairy or a girl, they don’t impede on his human rights…and they are usually children, not a full blown adult with a wife and kids… 

Yuri can feel that he has the attention of everyone else around him in class at this point. So he sinks down into his seat and accepts the fact he has to hold it for thirty more minutes. 

Twenty minutes later he is shooting one hand up into the air again, while the other grips the front of his uniform pants as tightly as he can. 

The man doesn’t call on him for a minute so he waves his hand to get his attention. It still doesn’t work so he called out to him, interrupting his reading, 

“Mr. Popov!” Yuri shouts, 

“I swear to god, child. If this is another attempt to skip more of my classes!” The man grunts, Yuri almost folds but the palm of his hand getting warmer and wetter forces him to speak up. 

“Can I please go to the bathroom? It’s an e-emergency.” He hates how everyone laughs, but he can see a few people around him looking at him with concern. 

“Are you saying if I do not let you go, you will urinate in my classroom?” The man asks, as if that's not what Yuri has been telling him for the past hour. 

“Yes sir, I’m going to have an accident.” He admits, because his hand is wet and so are his pants and the chair is not going to hold much more… 

“Do you think you should have prioritized school over your silly extracurriculars now, Plitzetsky?” the man asks, Yuri can almost sense amusement in his tone. 

However, he sees the amusement slip away the second a loud, pattering of liquidated echoes through the otherwise quiet classroom.

Yuri’s bladder couldn’t hold on a second longer no matter what he did. Still gripping himself under the desk he can feel the pee shooting through his fingers and pants at such a rapid rate. He has never needed to go this bad in his life and of course he is getting his relief in the middle of class with dozens of eyes on him. 

He hears the gasps, the laughing, some boys telling him ‘it's okay’ and ‘you tried to wait’ someone calls him gross, but Mr.Popov says nothing.

Once he can get in his right mind enough to stop peeing, Yuri does. It’s hard and it hurts but he does. In one swift motion he grabs his school bag off the back of his chair, stands up in the puddle of his own piss around his desk and takes off. 

“Where do you think you're going? Class is not dismissed!” Mr.Popov finally speaks, but Yuri simply walks past him, and once he is out of the room he runs. He ran down the hall and into the bathroom. Slamming himself into a stall and falling back onto the toilet, not bothering to take his pants off, they are already ruined.

Once he is well and truly empty he pulls out his phone, 

“Can you help me and Gramps with hiring me a private tutor?” He can feel Yakov smile through the phone however as he explains, he tears up why the sudden change of heart and has to ask the man to come and get him—and bring him clean pants and underwear, his happiness turns into anger and not at Yuri. He convinces him not to throw a fit and just takes him home. 

“It would be weird to just jump in…so you go first and then i’ll pretend to be too scared to jump in and stay up here and hold up the line.” Sero looked and Denki and waited for him to jump but he didn’t move, “well…” 

“Give me a second…I’m trying not to…I really gotta go okay?” Denki took a moment to gain his composure. He has to jump in and then still wait to get himself out of his pants before he pees…but his body is already trying to let loose. 

“Go!” Sero shoves Denki off the diving board and he falls into the foam and the landing is actually soft and nice. He would enjoy playing in this if he wasn't about to disgrace it. He decided to fully go under the foam to get himself out, just so nobody can see him moving his hands near his waist, but once he has himself pulled out over the top of his pants, he brings his head back up and looks at Sero who looks genuinely nervous as he stands at the diving board. 

“C-come on dude it's not scary, I promise.” Denki says as he wills his body to let go, and unlike his worries, it comes out without much prodding. It's a weird feeling…He is peeing and it's going out, like it's silently being absorbed by the dense foam around him. He moves forward to make sure some of the wet foamy bits are touching him and making his clothes wet, as well as the pee that gathered near his socks. 

“It’s so scary dude.” Sero calls back, his acting not as real and his nervous energy, but well, Denki knows he is probably actually nervous because he knows what is currently happening under the surface of the foam. 

Denki walks over to the edge of the foam pit when he starts to feel relief kicking in, knowing he will be empty soon. Sero is slowly backing down from the diving board when Denki puts himself back into his pants and hopes out of the foam as if it's lava. 

They both take off full speed towards one of the trampoline spots in the corner of the room. 

“Holy shit, you actually did it.” Sero pants, 

“You told me to!!” Denki exclaims, looking down at his pants to make sure he didn’t accidentally pee them. There is a small wet patch by his fly from when he lost control right before he jumped in but other than that…he did good. 

“I fully thought you were just being annoying and wouldn’t actually do it.” Sero admits, 

“I have a small bladder okay? If I say I have to pee, I'm serious!” Denki can’t actually be mad, because in the end…Sero did help him. 

The two of them go back to jumping and play fighting and hours pass. They end up sitting on one of the trampolines just talking when they realize there is a commotion on the other side of the gym. They both get up to peek and their eyes widen when they see the foam pit being sectioned off. 

“I think we have gotten our money's worth now, don’t you think?” Sero looks over at Denki who is white as a ghost, 

“Yeah lets…lets get the hell out of here!” They both book it to the shoe lockers and grab their things, running down the street to get a little far away. Sero stops and smiles at Denki for a moment before stopping and crossing his legs. 

“Now I can finally pee.” Denki opens his mouth and punches Sero in the shoulder,

“Lets go find a sandbox or something for you to disgrace since you think it's an acceptable bathroom replacement.” He jokes. 

They aren’t laughing two days later when Nedzu calls them into the office and shows the very obvious footage of Denki pretty much waddling over to the foam pit, looking obviously desperate and then getting out, able to run away at top speed…

“Is he really getting in trouble for peeing his pants?” Sero asked, with a completely serious face. 

“The party center doesn’t think this was an accident.” Nedzu says, 

“Sir, you can clearly see I pushed him into the foam pit. I knew he needed to pee but I didn’t think it was that bad. When we got out we ran away to a private area because he told me he peed his pants and we didn’t know what to do…It was an accident. We stayed because his pants are dark and nobody could see, and we left when I needed to pee because their bathroom was closed.” Sero explained, even though that's not what happened Even Denki could see how that would be believable from the footage they saw. 

“And you didn’t think to tell anyone that you had an accident in the foam pit?” Nedzu asks Denki, 

“I-I’m sixteen sir. If I was five maybe…but It was embarrassing.” Denki doesn’t have to lie, it was embarrassing even if it was by choice. 

“You can pull up the street camera view of me walking home with my hands between my legs sir, if you don’t believe that we left because there was no bathroom there. It's not Kaminari’s fault.” 

There is a long pause before Nedzu closes the screen of the party house from his computer. 

“I believe you two, so I won't be punishing you for this, as it was just an unfortunate accident, but, I cannot change the fact you two are banned from that establishment indefinitely.” Sero and Denki both hang their heads as they leave the office, all the way until they are back in Denki’s dorm. 

“Holy shit. We got caught!” Denki groaned

“We did but we got away with it!” Sero cheered, 

“I can’t believe you told the principal of U.A i peed my pants!” Denki shoves Sero, 

“Hey! I said if you got caught, I would handle it! This isn’t what I meant but…I kept my word.” 

That doesn’t change the fact that the person at this train station seems to not understand what he is asking…he says it again because he deosn’t know what they said. 

“I need to go potty.” He goes over every word in his head..need? Is that one wrong? He tries again. “I have to go to potty.” That time it didn’t sound right at alll. 

The person says something else and Yuri watches the tale end of it…a single word he understands, “Parents.” 

Yuri knows how to response to this one! He has had to do it in interviews in many languagegs, “They are dead.” Yuri says with a straight face. He hopes that anwsers this womans question so that she can quickly show him to the restroom…he needs to be at the rink in four hours to meet the rest of his team and he would like to get the train to his hotel to shower first. 

Yuri thinks he is beaing grabbed and lead to the restroom, but a few seconds later a door is shut behind him and he is put in a small room with a chair and a bench….with bars on the windows… what the fuck? 

“Hello?” Yuri says in english at the window with the bars, “Please, hello?” He doesn’t know what to say…well he does, He wants to scream ‘what the fuck? Is this some kinda train station jail cell? What did I do? I have to take a piss!?’ but in english he can only say, 

“Help, I need potty, Please.” He hopes that was…urgent and polite. He is really mixing together all the helpful phrases he learned into one…

Too much time passes and Yuri is starting to get nervous. He is sure the others plane has landed by now and that they will be getting to the hotel soon…but not soon enought to figure out where he is, come and get him and get im to a restroom before he pisses himself. Beacuse god. He is worried he is being sent to american jail for some reason, but he is more worried about how painfull sitting here with a full bladder is getting. 

“Potty.” Yuri shouts. I isn’t even asking at this point, he is demanding. A few second later his shout, the doors to his cell open. 

The man says soemthing to him…what he isn’t sure but a second later a phone is pushed in his hands. 

“Can this make phone calls to russian numbers?” Yuri asks in russian before realizing that duh, they don’t know what he is saying… 

“Russia okay?” He says pointing to the numbers, The man nods and Yuri sighs. He quickly dials Yakovs number into the phone and brings it to his ear, he knows the man speak english well enought. It rings and rings but no anwser. They must not be landed yet…

“More?” Yuri points to the phone, he doesn’t want to make this call…but he is squirming where he is sat and he can’t risk the phone being taken away…grandpa cound’t afford the international data plan for him own phone so this is his one chance. 

“Yes.” Yuri knows that one! So he types in the number he…begrudginly memorized. 

“Hello?” The voice ansers in accented english, but he knows the pig has been studying russian as much as he skates to Vitkor can talk to him in his mother tounge. 

“Yuuri, It’s Yuri. I need help.” He says in slow russian. 

“Yurio!? What wrong? You are supposed to be at the rink, no?” Yuri can’t help but feel relieved hearing russian. Even if its kinda accented and slow. He can udnerstand Yuuri and Yuri can understand him! 

“I’m at the train station by the rink, but the woman who worked here took me back into a room and thet wont let me leave.” He explains, he looks up at the man in the room wacthing him and whispers the next part even though he knows he won’t udnerstand. “And I have to go to the bathroom really, really bad, I’m going to pee my pants, please come get me.” 

“Oh! Can you put someone on the phone?” Yuri nods, not even saying anything before franticaly putting the phone to the man, 

“Voice.” Yuri says, hoping he gets his point across. 

“H-hello?” The man says and Yuri slumps back into the bench and grabs himself, embarassment be damned, Yuuri or someone will come and he can pee. 

After fifteen minutes, the phone is passed back to Yuri, and Yuuri’s voice comes on, frantic and now loud in the background. 

“Yuri! I’m on my way. This was a big mistake, they think your a kid who lost his parents, they won’t let you leave until someone comes, i’m getting on a train now.” Yuri sniffles before he speaks, 

‘Can they take me to the restroom? Please? I need to pee.” He gets that… he is a child, technicaly a teenager, they are trying to keep him safe, but why won’t they let him pee? 

“They don’t want you to make a run for it…they think you did soemthing bad to you parents…I told them you didn’t but, they want you to leave with someone…I’m sorry please hold it on.” Yuri doesn’t know it Yuuri means hold it, or just wait for him to get there…the line goes silent and the phone is taken back from him. 

“I have to go potty.” Yuri says to the man who is closing the door ot his cell…he knows now they know what he is asking…but they won’t let him go. 

Ten minutes later Yuri lost the batter with his body. He tried so hard to stop it. Pacing up and down the small holding cell, holding himself inside and outside of his pants. Nothing could stop the flood that followed the many leaks. He simply sat back down on the bench, put his face in his hands and relished in the only good thing to come of this, the feeling of his bladder hastily emptying onto the floor. 

Thirty minutes later Yuuri shows up with his friend Pichit in tow and the two of them rush him into the first family bathroom they see once they convince the train staff to help him go. Pichit stays and helps him clean up while Yuuri goes and buys him new pants. 

“I called Viktor and Yakov and told them what happened, you are going to skate in the last group now instead of the first, with no deduction.” Yuri explains in Russian. They get on the train and head to the rink. Yuri sits and listens to the two talking in english, about him and what happened, he knows because he keeps hearing his name. 

Both of the skaters turn to him at some point in the journey back and ask him questions as well to fill it in, Yuri talks to Yuuri and then Yuri translates its to english for his thai friend, since that's that language they all share.

They determined that he was held because when they asked him if he was lost and where his parent or guardian was he said they were dead…which yeah, raised red flags, but the couldn't figure out why the conversion escalated to that question if Yuri was just asking for the bathroom…“Yuri, can you tell me what you said to ask to be taken to the restroom? Maybe you didn’t say it right?” 

“I said I have to go potty.” Yuri said with a straight face, immediately, the two other skaters' faces quivered in a big smile. “What!? Is it wrong?” Yuri blushes, hoping he didn’t say something weird. 

“No! It’s right its just like saying…горшок (childrens potty)” Yuri’s entire face blushes red. Even though he pissed his pants…that is far more emberassing… “Who taught you that, Yura?” Yuuri asks, 

“Katrina.” Yuri answers and it's then he sees the error of his ways…having a 6 year old teach you english means…you learn 6-year-old english. They thought Yuri was a child. An actual child. Fucking great. 

“I have to go to the restroom.” Yuuri teaches him on the rest of the train ride home, 

He ended up back at the towel because he figured if any of his friends were going to come out of the water and search for a bathroom, they would come to the towel first and he could easily tag along on their bathroom break. But the longer he sits here, the longer he knows he isn’t going to be able to make it to a bathroom however the fuck far away he would have to walk. 

He contemplates getting up and walking as far away from his friend as possible, maybe possibly back to school…but he knows he would just end up pissing himself before her got there and walking around the streets in a wet swimsuit is weird as fuck and everyone would know he pissed himself…but nobody would bat and eye if his swimsuit was set at the beach. 

Katsuki looks down at his shorts, they are wet but not nearly as wet as they were when he got out of the ocean a while ago but…he can just get back into the ocean after he goes. He figures it's not any different from when he and Deku would jump out of the pool as kids, pee though their swim trunks into the grass and then immediately jump back in because they were cold…a little piss wont hurt anyone. 

He doesn’t want to dirty the towel Mina brought so he stands up and sits down in the sand. It's odd…to know he is about to purposefully piss himself but its not weird enough to get his body to stop once the warm feeling rushes to his tip. He doesn't look down as it happens, not wanting anyone around him to see what he is doing, he looks out at his friends playing in the water as he silently pisses into the sand like a damn cat. 

By the time he is done, he feels so much better and is actually excited to go and play in the water with everyone again. 

2. 

“I don’t think there is one dude.” This time, Katsuki had managed to express his need to someone instead of silently suffering the entire day at the beach. They had all decided to go, despite the weather forecast for the weekend being not ideal. 

The water was choppy and those who didn’t grow up by the sea found it a little too intimidating, aka Kirishima and Kaminari. Kaminari ended up falling asleep in the beach chair with the towel and Kirishima was keeping Katsuki company. 

The other probably thought he also wasn't a fan of the tall waves at first but truthfully Katsuki just had to pee and got out of the water before he pissed in it, fully thinking he might have to just go in the sand again, but when Kirishima sat beside him he realized he could be fucking normal for once, so he told him he needed to pee, of course the other said the ocea was right there, but Katsuki said he didn’t want to and thankfully his friends left it at that. However, an hour later there is not a single open shop with a public bathroom or portable potty anywhere.

And the sky is staying to look a little gray. 

“Since we can’t find a bathroom let's just head back to the others, yeah? We can get in the van and head back to the dorms and we know there is a bathroom there.” Katsuki agreed even though he didn’t feel like he could make it all the way back to the dorms. 

He is thankful that Sero borrowed his parents van to drive them so he doesn’t have to be desperate on a train as well…but truthfully he knows he probably wouldn’t have even made it to the station. 

Everyone is pretty slow to get out of the water, even though the sky is starting to open up on them. Sero tosses them their keys so they can start loading everything up while everyone dies off a bit. Katsuki grabs the cooler and carries it over the van and it's very, very slow going because of how much he needs to pee. 

By the time everything is loaded, it's pouring rain. Kirishima opens the doors and tells Katuski to get inside to not get more soaked but Katsuki pauses and bites his lip. 

“I gotta piss.” He says, he doesn’t want to piss his pants in the car and everyone is slowly walking this way from the shore and—- 

He is pissing. The rain is cold but warm piss is rolling down his legs, out the bottom of his swim trunks and then being washed away at his feet. 

“We will rush back to U.A as fast as we can dude! I promise!” Krishima was completely unaware that Katsuki is fully pissing himself as he speaks. Everyone starts to get closer and Katsuki is just finishing up. He puts his towel down on the seat and gets in next to Kirishima and closes the door. He knows he has to say something…because they don’t need to hurry back now and it's dangerous to drive fast in the rain… 

“I don’t need to piss anymore.” He says, and at first Kirishima looks confused, and then Katsuki sees his eyes light up in understanding. He wants to die a little, but at least he doesn’t have to pee anymore and the only person that knows he technically pissed his pants is shittyhair. 

3.

The next time Katsuki finds himself at the beach, it's the first day of spring. There isn’t a swimsuit or a sandcastle in sight, just a bunch of stalls and tents lining the ocean walkway and sandy paths to celebrate Setsubun. It’s still freezing and he would rather be anywhere else, but Deku had invited him to come because it used to be their favorite holiday as kids and well…

He couldn’t say no to that. Too many fond memories of his dad dressing up as a monster and them throwing beans at him to defeat him… 

Today however, there is a very, very different kind of monster Katsuki is trying to defeat…the lines to the bathroom. 

“It’s okay Kacchan, we can wait, we have all day.” Deku clearly thought his uneasiness was because they would miss out on the fun if they waited in the huge line they joined when Katsuki casually mentioned he needed to pee. Truthfully, he needs to piss so fucking bad. He had to go when they were on the train here, but the stations were busy as well so he ignored it and now—it's hours later because they were having fun and everyone else apparently also has to pee. 

Of course this is the beach they usually go to and he already knows from the past there aren't any public bathrooms so this single portable potty is the only one for the entire festival. 

Katsuki knows he won’t be able to hold it though the line but the problem is he isn’t wearing swim trunks today, he is wearing Yukata. Auntie Inko picked them out and insisted they wear them, they are themed in color like their hero costumes and Katsuki really, genuinely loves him and he really, really doesn’t want to piss in it! 

So he waits. He waits while watching dozens of people get their relief before him. He crosses his legs and dances in place and ignores the worried look Deku is giving him. 

He leaks and he looks up instantly to see if Deku notices, but the other boy is just looking around the festival with a smile on his face. Katsuki looks down and he can see a little bit on his foot where its wet from the leak but the cold wet ground of the beach doesn't show it…and it really just ran down his leg. 

He wonders if it would really be pissing his pants if he isn’t wearing pants, only his boxers that will dry and can be washed…hell his whole outfit can be washed he just doesn’t want other people to be able to tell he couldn’y fucking hold it. 

He wonders if he could get away with it, but his wonder is answered when the line moves up a bit from a group of people who were just waiting with one friend to go inside and he has to walk. 

Every step he ends up peeing down his legs and into the sand, when he stops, he can’t find it in himself to stop the flow because it just feels so fucking good, so he lefts it happen. Slowly, he empties his entire bladder down his leg, watching it wet his socks a little before dripping into the sand and disappearing. It feels fucking gross, but his Yukata hides it and its better then wetting himself in any other contex he supposes…

The fireworks start and he can see Deku squinting to see them. He grabs the nerd arms, “I don’t need to piss anymore, lets just go watch the fucking firworks.” They both run, but Katsuki doesn’t give him a chance to ask why he suddenly doesn’t need to pee. 

When the fireworks show ends, Deku asks. 

“Do you remember when we were kids and we would jump out of the pool and pee in our swimsuits in the grass…and it was fine because nobody would see we pissed our pants cause they didn’t get wet with piss and the grass soaked it up so my parents wouldn’t see…Turns out Yukata and sand work well to hide when you fucking cant hold it any longer too…” 

Deku accepts it and says they should go so Katsuki can get changed, but he doesn’t feel judged because well its fucking Deku. He is just glad nobody else fucking saw him. 

4.

“I gotta pee!” It’s the first time Katsuki’s prayers are actually answered. Somebody else brought it up before him. 

“Just fucking go dude, were in the ocean.” Sero says to Kaminari, who apparently has to pee. 

“I can’t! Sometimes I let out a little electricity when I pee so I might shock you guys and…it wouldn’t hurt but it could kill like a fish!” Katsuki…didn’t know that but he supposes it makes sense. 

“How have you been peeing every other time we've been to the beach then dude?” Sero asks, 

“I haven't needed to! But I forgot to go to the station today. Come on, let's go find a bathroom.” Kaminari is asking Sero to go with him, But Katsuki doesn’t care, 

“I’ll go. Come on Pikachu.” Katsuki wastes no time getting out of the water and heading to their towels to dry off a bit. 

“Thanks for coming with me dude…I really have to go, I know it's annoying to have to get out of the water but, it's for everyone's safety.” Katsuki just nods, he doesn’t tell Kaminari he needs to go as well because he figures with someone else being desperate, they will have to find a bathroom and he can just go. 

This time Kaminari uses his phone to try and find a public restroom that is available instead of them both walking all over the place, but his search comes up empty because its a weekend and apparently this beach it more busy on the weekdays…it makes sense considering they only ever come here on the weekends when they don't have school.

“Okay well…this sucks.” Kaminari looks…not good. He is holding himself, albeit in the pocket of his trunks but Katsuki can still tell he is doing it. He would be doing that himself if he would allow it, instead he is shifting a bit from foot to foot. 

Katsuki has peed his pants, peed in the sand and peed in the rain…he doesn’t think he can suggest any of those things to Kaminari without needing to kill him after and while the internet says its not ‘busy’ on the weekends at this beach, there are enough people around that he doesn’t think they can just find an alley and whip it out…

“We are gonna have to figure something else out.” Katsuki says looking around. 

“we…Oh. OH! You have to go too?” Kaminari asks and Katsuki rolls his eyes, 

“Of fucking course, why do you think i offered to come with you now…lets hurry up before you piss your pants.” Katsuki also needs to hurry before he pisses him pants but he leaves that part out. 

They both are looking around, as if a bathroom is gonna jump up and hit them in the face when Katsuki’s eyes land on a mom and a little kid. The mom is holding a towel up and around the kid while he changes into his swim suit…he decides he can’t bother with trying to argue why this is a stupid idea in his head when he needs to pee so badly. 

“Grab a towel.” Katsuki says as he walks them over to their towel and then walks them back over to a more secluded part of the beach…they are still visible but nobody is in ear shot of them.  

“Fuck.” Katsuki crosses his legs as he shakes the sand off the towel and wraps it around his waist. 

“Kats what are you—” Kaminari must realize what Katsuki is about to do, because the other takes his towel and wraps it around his waist as well. 

Katsuki is already peeing down his legs before he can explain, he couldn’t have waited a second longer and and just like last year with Deku…the towel hides the piss trailing down his…their legs and it just looks like they are standing in the sun to dry off. 

“I really hope you are peeing right now and I'm not an idiot because I'm peeing right now.” Kaminari says after a little while. 

“Shut up and pretend neither of us are peeing right now.” Katsuki sighs as his stream comes to an end. He pulls the towel away and his trunks are a little more wet than before…but it's not noticeable at all. 

He turns to Kaminair once he is done “We tell nobody we did this.” He threatens. 

“You don’t have to tell me that! I don’t want anyone to know I peed my pants!” 

5.

The water. Katsuki has fully decided to say screw his mom’s rules and to just finally, piss in the water. They decided to have a picnic today at the beach and he did drink some punch and said punch wants out. 

He cannot handle another beach trip where he spends a hand of it trying and failing to find a way to pee. He can’t piss himself again, especially because everyone else is at their towel and he knows if he speaks up and they go looking for a bathroom, they won't find it. 

He figures everyone else who visits this beach must be pissing in it so his one, singular piss wont cause any big harm.

Still, it's against everything he has ever known and he knows he won’t be able to pee in the water easily, so he waits until he is desperate, enjoying the picnic with his friends. He stands up to go to the water when he realizes he is leaking a little but his hand is immediately grabbed by Mina. 

“Ah. ah ah! Thirty minutes before you can swim! You just ate a whole quiche Bakubro! You will get a stomach cramp and drown!” Mina frowns and pulls him back to sitting beside her on the towel. 

“I won’t go that deep, I’ll stay where I can stand.” Katsuki argues, he fucking…he needs  to piss but he won’t tell them that. He could not live it down with his friends thinking he pisses in the ocean…even though most of them, besides Kirishima and Kaminair think he already does that. 

“You can drown in an inch of water, idiot. Just stay and chill and we will all go in the water in thirty minutes.” 

Katsuki knows he doesn’t have thirty minutes. He knows his body so well at this point he knows he can’t hold it for that long, especially because he won't have any outside help keeping it in with all his friends around…he can’t hold himself. Fuck. 

Twenty minutes pass and Katsuki shifts. He sits with his knees together, on top of his feet and he tries to discreetly tuck himself down.When he pisses himself, because it's gonna happen any second now, he wants to at least be able to hide it while he is going…

And he is because the second his mind thinks he is in a safe position, it lets go and even though all of his friends are sitting on the same towel, Katsuki can’t help but feel relief. He had to go so fucking bad. 

He can't hear the piss shooting out of him, but he can feel it running under his legs he is sitting on and soaking in the green towel. The second he finished he slumps over slightly, he might have pushes his muscles harder to get it over with faster and he almost feels dizzy with relief. 

“Okay! I think we can start making out way to the water now!” Mina say grabbing her purse and taking off her sun hat and glasses. Katsuki sits and waits for everyone to leave the towel. If he can just get up, lay a water bottle or something down where he was sat…nobody will really know— 

“I thought you wanted to go in?” Mina says, reaching a hand out to him to help him up. He wants to push her away and scream…but its her towel and she needs to know to fucking wash it and not…touch it when they leave, so he takes her hand and stands up, revealing the huge wet patch under him. 

“Uh….” Mina is looking at it confused, but then it must click. “Oh my god! You idiot! Why didn’t you say that's why you wanted to go in the water!” She slaps his arm, 

“Sorry if i was too fucking embarassed to tell everyone i needed to piss and was planning on doing it in the fucking ocean!” Katsuki yells back, not feeling bad about it because she yelled at him first, 

“So you decided to pee on my towel!? She howels, 

“I didn’t—I didn’t do it on purpose, racoon eyes! I couldn’t…fucking hold it.” The angry crease between Mina’s eyebrows instantly even out, and a look of something else crosses her eyes. 

“You had to go that bad? Aw man, I’m sorry Bakugo…I feel really bad now.” 

Katsuki decides to take  the out, because he really just needs to get wet now to hid the lasting evidence, 

“It's fine just…don’t tell anyone and I'll wash the towel…” 

“Okay! It will be our secret just speak up next time, okay!? Race ya to the water!” 

Katsuki is pretty much over the whole thing once his whole body is submerged and as he swims he finds he is happy he didn't actually pee in the beautiful ocean. Who cares if other people do so, he won’t contribute to it. 

+1

“Shit guys, I didn’t realize there was a music festival on the beach today?” Sero said as everyone pulled their towels around their bodies and packed up their stuff after being thoroughly yelled at by a person trying to set up the barricade for the stage. They got here early to watch the sunrise and had no idea they were ‘tresspassing’ on the event ground when they usually come to this beach all the time without issue. 

“We can just go back to school and watch a movie or something?” Mina suggested, “we did get to swim already.” Everyone seemed to agree, not going and finding another beach was probably for the best, cut their loose or whatever. 

This would be fine with Katsuki…if he didn’t have to fucking pee again. He wasn't even going to be stupid about it this time. They took Sero’s parents' van and he felt like he needed to go while they were getting everything unloaded, but he knew everything was closed that early, so he ignored it. He fully tried to piss in the ocean, like he planned last time but he couldn’t do it with all his friends around and not being that desperate. Now…everyone was so set on going home and nobody else seemed to need to go. He was going to tell them after a while, but now they are leaving. 

He knows his body and he knows he can wait till they get back to the dorms…He might have to hold himself but he figures it will be better than pissing himself. Everyone is loading into the van, still wet from the ocean but wanting to get as far away from the music festival they don’t have tickets as fast as possible. They don’t even change, they just get inside with their towel on their waist and settle in for the drive back. 

Katsuki does the math. They are like a twenty minute drive from U.A and there is nothing but they few closed beach shops and residential areas between the beach and their school…so he can’t ask them to stop but he knows he can wait the 20 minutes…but he has to hold himself to do it fuck… 

A few minutes into the dive, Katsuki realizes he is getting to the paint and decides to bit the bullet…almost all of his friends here have seen him in a worse position, and he will kill Sero if he makes fun of him. 

“Shit guys. I really have to piss.” Katsuki says, giving him and holding himself over his towel. 

“Do you want me to try and find a place to stop?” Sero asks from the drivers seat, 

“There is nowhere, look around.” Mina says, “This place is dead this early in the morning.” Katsuki scoffs slightly, almost none of his friends know that this place is always like this, closed up shops, because they all have never gone to look for a bathroom. 

“Will you be okay to wait till we get back to the dorms?” Kaminari asks, Katsuki nods, 

“It’s only fifteen minutes, I can wait that long.” His hand holding himself gives him enough confidence to say that. 

All of that confidence leaves him when they hit traffic five minutes later. 

“Wow, it must be because of everyone trying to get to the beach for the festival.” Kirishima says. They sit in silence for a while, everyone is tired and wet and sandy. About twenty minutes later, Kaminari gasps, 

“Bro! You said you need to pee like forever ago!” And now, all eyes are on him. Katsuki who is sitting rimrod straight, with both hands between his legs. 

“Yeah…still do.” He says, or squeaks because…fuck he has to piss. He thought he had to piss a while ago, but now he just really, really can’t hold it much longer.

“I can’t even pull over, we're stuck in the middle lane.” Katsuki grits his teeth seeing how stressed everyone is…Half the people in this car know he has pissed himself at the beach in the past year…

“I’ll pay for the seats to be cleaned.” Katsuki says, under his breath, 

“Huh?” Sero says from the front seat, “why would my seats…oh…” 

“I can’t fucking hold it.” He admits, while still gripping himself for dear life. 

“Here! Here!” Mina is un-wrapping herself from her towel, “i’m dry pretty much put this under you, Kiri!” 

“Here! Take mine too!” Two towels are hoisted in his direction and Katuski makes quick work shoving them under himself and thank god because a second later, his body lets go. 

“Fuck—” He slams down into the towel and throws his head back. “I’m sorry—fuck.” He can hear it. The hiss of his piss leaving him and filling up his trunks before soaking into his friends towels. 

“It’s fine dude. You clearly tried to wait. It's not your fault we got stuck in traffic.” Sero says from the front, but everyone's eyes are averted that direction, giving him some privacy. 

He doesn’t force it like he did before, he slowly lets himself empty until only a few drips fall into his swim trunks. 

“Finished?” Mina asks him with a smile, he can only blush in response, 

“Fucking whatever, this stays between us.” He adjusts, he doesn’t think the seat got wet, thank fuck.  “And I vote we pick a different beach to go to from now on.” 

Everyone gives a unanimous agreement to that and when Katsuki gets back to the dorms and showers he looks up public beaches near U.A with public bathrooms…he even reads a few reviews to make sure said bathrooms exist. 

“Oh…I didn’t realize you needed to go that badly…” Japanese Yuuri says, and Yuri waits for a moment because, while he hates to admit it. Yuuri is the ‘adult’ in this situation and in his past, adults usually spring into action when a kid (even if he fucking hates it, he is fifteen and that means he is technically a kid) is doing a fucking potty dance like he is right now. But Yuuri doesn’t do anything, he just keeps waiting in line behind him. 

Ten minutes later and whoever is in the bathroom has flushed twice, but it doesn’t seem like they are coming out anytime soon and Yuri can’t wait. It’s not that he is being impatient like most would think…he already waited until he was done training to give in to his body's pleas for relief. He needs to go. Now. 

“You and Viktor are still renting that stupidly fancy apartment a few blocks away?” Yuri asks, hating that he has to stoop this low…but its a fucking emergency.

“Uh, Yeah but—” Yuri grabs the other Yuuri’s hand and pulls him away from the bathroom, all the way to the locker rooms, he doesn’t have time to explain, he has to pack up and get his skates off, he can talk and work. 

“Were going to your place and I call dibs on the fucking bathroom when we get there, got it.” He doesn’t mention that if he is delayed a second longer he is gonna piss himself. He thinks he can make it there. It's a walk, but it better then standing here and hoping the bathroom opens. 

“But Viktor is still on the ice…” Yuuri says under his breath, 

“We will fucking come back after!” Yuri doesn’t understand what part of ‘this is an emergency’ the fucking pig doesn’t get, but to anyone with a brain, it would be obvious he doesn’t have time to wait for Yuuri to tell his boyfriend they are running home for a potty break. 

Yuri decides to leave his skates in his locker, since it looks like he will be coming back here anyways and once he makes that decision he quickly ushers Yuuri out the door. He knows the rough way there and so he starts walking hoping the idiot will alert him if for some reason he makes a wrong turn. 

“Fuck. this fucking sucks.” Yuri groans as they stand at a crosswalk waiting for a train to pass by. “Shit.” He crosses his legs and un-crosses them. He takes a glance back at the other Yuri, half expecting him to be showing some signs of needing to go because he did wait in like like he was for fucking forever, but the japanese idiot it standing and waiting without a care in the world… 

Yuri glances down a second at the others pants, half expecting to see a piss stain that he just didn’t notice happening but there is nothing. Yuri has no idea why the idiot would wait in line and waste ice time if it wasn't an emergency, but he doesn’t have time to ask because the train passes and he has to get back to focusing on holding it while moving. 

The apartment building comes into view and Yuri has to stop and hold himself for a second. He is so close…so fucking close. 

“Is something wrong?” Yuuri asks, and Yuri’s eyes practically snap up in confusion and rage. 

“O-Of course something is wrong!!! I told you I have to piss!” He can’t understand what is even happening at this point…Was holding himself and fucking cursing about how bad he has to go for the last hour not enough to get it thought the idiots head that he is suffering right now? 

“Does it…hurt?” Yuuri asks, at least now Yuri can move again, the wave of urgency passed, not without a small leak but he will take it now that relief is so, so, close.”

“Yes. i fucking hurts! I've had to go for hours—what floor is yours again?” Yuri asks as they step into the elevator and thankfully, Yuuri takes the initiative and presses the button for him. “When we get to your floor….” Yuri’s face blushes, “run ahead of me and unlock the door…the bathroom is…?” 

“Down the hall and to the left.” Yuuri answers, but he doesn’t seem to take his eyes off Yuri, and it makes him flush with embarrassment. 

The doors to the elevator open and Yuri slowly makes his way out, thankful the other yuri at least is following his orders. He can see the other waiting at the door with it open. Once he gets into the apartment, he runs. 

He has been here once before, but not long enough to use their restroom so when he finds it easily from Yuuri’s instructions he wastes no time closing the door, running up to the toilet and freeing himself from his practice leggings. 

He goes for an uncomfortable amount of time. He truly doesn’t know how he didn’t wet himself. It was true luck that he made it here with only a small, dime sized wet patch on his boxers that doesn’t even gross him out too much. He closes the lid when he is done and sits down for a second, needing to decompress from how stressful that entire thing was. Then he takes a moment to look around the bathroom. He looks at the various bins sitting around the sink with odd bandages and tape? Another basket is sat with some wrapped looking tubes with green little tips…

Yuri has no idea what it all could be…but his question is answered a few seconds later. 

“Yuri? Did you make it alright? Can I come in, I just need to grab a few things.” Yuri opens the door and steps aside, realizing he didn’t wash his hands. He watches the other Yuri walk up to the toilet and lift the lid. He thinks for a second the other is going to piss in front of him. And he guesses he was right because a second later there is piss going into the toilet, but—the other’s pants are on and instead of going from his dick….he has a small tube coming from his rolled up pant leg. 

“Sorry, my bag filled and it was going back up the tube and it makes me really sick when it does that, sorry you had to see…that.” The Japanese Yuuri pulls something off of his thigh and processes to dump it into the toilet as well.  

Yuri is just standing there, hands dry watching at this point before Yuuri clears his throat. 

“I kinda have to take my pants off for the rest to put this back on um so…” Yuri realizes what he is doing and nods, blushing. A few minutes later, Yuuri comes back out and sits down on the sofa beside Yuri who is keeping his attention on Makachin. 

“I texted Viktor and told him we came back to your apartment…What—what's wrong with you?” Yuri asks, even though he knows its rude but he is fucking curiose and if it embarrassed the other…well he almost pissed himself in font of him today so they can be even. 

“There is nothing wrong with me, not really. I’m not dying or anything. I just have to use a catheter to go to the bathroom. It's been like this since I was born so it's just normal for me.” He shrugs. Yuri sits and lets that info help piece together why today felt like a big misunderstanding. 

“So you don’t know what it feels like to need to piss really fucking bad?” Yuri asks and the other just nods. “Jesus…fuck…okay. That makes sense.” He can’t help but laugh. 

“What?” Yuuri asks, and Yuri figures he will explain because its just too crazy to him someone could not know this. 

“When you don’t have a…catheter…you can feel when you need to piss and it fucking hurts! Like really bad and you can’t wait. Like today I almost peed my pants—like I didn’t almost do it on purpose my body almost made me because it needed it out.” Yuri explains and Yuuri nods along. 

“Viktor has never been desperate around you? Or your mom or dad?” Yuri asks, 

“We always had to be around the bathroom to make sure I could handle my stuff so I guess not…huh…” 

“So you were waiting in line to change your thing?” Yuri asks once the quiet consumes they again, 

“I was just going to un-kink it…It got stuck but then it took a long time and it fixed itself but when I got back here and looked at my bag, it had filled and was too full. It's actually good I was back here so I could properly clean it and everything.”

“Couldn’t you have un-kinked it just like anywhere?” Yuri asks, 

“I could have but I don’t like people seeing it.” ah, that explains to Yuri why he never knew.  “I don’t want people to think I should be competing in the para-olympics or special skating because I'm like this. It’s not like that for me its just how my body works and it doesn’t affect my skating. 

“I get that…why didn’t you just go into the locker room then?” Yuri asks, 

“Well…because I could tell something was wrong with you, I just didn’t know it was from needing to go to the bathroom but you looked scared, so I stayed with you.” Yuuri says it like its so casual, but Yuri blushes…he isn’t used to people beside Viktor and Yakov looking out for him… 

“I don’t think you're an Idiot man…I’m just worried. We have only been out here for a little over an hour…I know you can wait longer than that.” Katsuki groans and slumps against a tree, surprised to find it's real…he doesn't know how U.A has this large of a budget for the fake cities and scenes it makes for patrol simulation but this snowy mountain escape must have cost billions of yen… 

“Yeah…don’t remind me.” Katsuki doesn’t want to think about how little time has passed since he last went to the bathroom to now… 

“Did you forget to go when we got changed?” but of course Kirishima isn’t going to let him not thinks about it, 

“Yes—I mean No, No, I didn’t forget, Yes I made sure to piss before suiting  up, im not an idiot in that sense…” but he is an idiot because he still pissed himself like a well..idiot. 

“See man! That's why I won't just let this be! If it was four hours, I'd drop it, even three because sometimes stuff happens but…Is it…getting worse?” And there it is. Katsuki is an idiot because he thought he could hide this new development from his friend(s) but…he can’t and he should have known they would figure it out.

“It’s not getting worse, it's worse. I got an infection last month after the fucking elevator shit and it worsened my everything. It's all better now, I’m not sick but it feels like I have little to no fucking controll over my body still…” He was going to tell his friends at some point, his teachers already know of couse…he just didn’t want to tell anyone until he figures out what the hell he is even gonna do to manage this himself. 

He has always been given the choice of managing it like he has with timers and frequent bathroom breaks and wet boxers, or the more medical route like Best Jeanist and having a catheter Or ...the worst diapers. 

He used them when he was younger, right after the villain attack and only when he was at home or asleep. He never really stopped using them on purpose. The dorms happened and his parents used to just buy them and keep them in his bathroom so when he moved away they sort of just faded away as well, with the addition of a few more alarms at night. 

“Okay. Thank you for telling me.” Kirishima says but Katsuki can feel he isn’t going to leave it at that like he would like, “And i know this isn’t any of my business but…i would hope we both know you can’t continue like this…if this were a real mission and you weren’t wearing such thick pants, people would see dude.” 

It makes Katsuki cringe because, yes, this is something he has thought about since his accident, and has had nightmares about. Being in a life or death situation on a mission, saving people and being caught short, missing a timer on his phone and not being able to hide his accident. He has expressed this to Best Jeanist and he was assured that his heroically disabled status would be searchable on the hero database, and while people couldn’t see his exact disability, he knows the people of Japan are smart and would chalk any public accident up to that. It didn’t make him less embarrassed per-say, but it helped him know his entire career wouldn’t be up in flames if he pissed himself…

But that was when he thought it wouldn’t happen…thankfully this is a faux mission and his pants are so black and think that the little bit of urine that collected and was expelled didn’t go through his pants… but he knows he won’t be that lucky always and Kirishma is right… 

“I have two options and they are both embarrassing as shit.” Katsuki pushes off the tree and starts the trek to where their first check in point for this ‘mission’ is. He hopes to god a teacher is there so he can discreetly tell them what happened and he can change, like hell he wants another infection. 

Katsuki tells shittyhair about the catheter and the diapers, both with a heavy blush across his cheeks. Every time he talks about this kinda thing it gets easier, but the whole time he can’t help but think that he shouldn’t be having to have this type of conversation at all. He shouldn’t be sick. He shouldn’t be disabled. 

“Hmmm, well if it were me I would probably got with diapers, I mean, I wouldn’t want to worry about the catheter getting ripped out during combat, and you said it would be a permanent thing because it would take away how much you can hold it now…I think you should try the diapers man!” 

Kirishima said so confidently, Katsuki had no choice but to nod and agree. When they get to the check in point, Present Mic is there and Katsuki explains what happened, along with a brief explanation as to why and why he needs to be excused back to his dorm. 

He ended up wetting himself at some point on the journey but to his surprise, when he got to the think…nobody could tell. He was told to shower off the cold rain water and get his skates on. He didn’t think much of it at the time.

The next time it happened, he was in middle school and he was used to walking from school straight to the rink after classes ended. It wasn't a long walk and he had an umbrella, but he chose to endure the sprinkle and just get there faster…until it started raining harder and he realized he was soaking wet. 

The last time the rain had got him that wet was that time as a child and he remembered, with red cheek, what he had done…He found himself curious if he could possibly get away with it again and when he realized he did need to pee…he didn’t hesitate to let go. And sure enough, the rain hid his accident completely and nobody was none the wiser. 

It became a habit after that. The rainy season in Russia became his favorite because of it. He chose to walk everywhere. Nobody thought it was weird because he was an athlete and he said it was good cardio, and when it rained people just assumed he took the bus like a normal person. 

He would wear different clothes and see if he could see himself peeing in any of them under the heavy rain fall. He found tight leggings showed it the worst, because if he was really desperate, the stream would arch out from his crotch. He had to be careful leaving the rink in his practice clothes if he wanted to do his little thing. 

It was just something that became so much a part of his everyday life that when he moved to Japan to live with Yuri and Viktor, he didn’t realize how much he missed it until one day it started raining. 

He couldn’t waste the opportunity. 

He never really prepared for doing it in Russia, he always just let whatever was in his bladder go and that was enough, but the rain is far and few in between here in Japan and he wants to make it last, so he drinks a lot while it's still only sprinkling. By the time it starts raining hard, he really has to go. 

“I’m going for a walk.” He announces to his sudo-guardian, he is immediately met with questions. 

“In this weather?” Yuuri asks, looking confused, 

“If you wait a bit, I'm sure it will clear up, Yura.” Viktor says, not taking his eyes from the tv in front of them.

“A little rain isn’t going to hurt me.” He says, crossing his legs slightly, 

“You really should wait…Viktor, go with him.” Yuri pauses his fidgeting 

“Alright, I guess Makachin could use a walk before it gets dark…Lemme just get her rain coat on!” Viktor is up from the couch. Yuri chooses to wait by the door, trying to keep his squirming to a minimum. 

He debates running to the bathroom quickly and calling this whole thing off…he really doesn't need to do this but…he wants to and he already got this desperate. He knows that he can still do it, even with Viktor walking with him…He just has to be even more discrete about it. 

The rain is coming down. Just like Yuri wanted…Except Viktor is holding a large, clear umbrella over both of their heads. 

“Japan has made you soft, old man.” Yuri grumbles. He isn't wet enough at all, let alone soaked enough to cover pissing himself. 

“You don't really want to walk in this downpour, Yuri, it's raining cats and dogs!” Yuri takes a step outside of the umbrellas and the water hits him hard, instantly causing his bladder to flare. 

“It feels nice!” he says, hoping to distract from the way his legs shift together…he can’t go yet… 

“Hmmm.” Viktor doesn’t move the umbrella over to cover him again as they keep walking. 

Slowly,Yuri ends up behind Viktor. He wishes it was on purpose, but really, his pace when he needs to pee is just not as fast as Viktor and the dog, not that he is complaining, he is wet enough now, the only problem is the sky isn’t letting it go as hard as before. 

He has done it when it's not raining super hard, as long as he is very wet he can let go slowly and nobody will notice.

Makachin stops to smell a tree and Yuri takes his chance he stops walking too, and the stop in movement almost instantly causes him to release a warm gush of piss into his pants. It’s warm and he wants to keep going. He looks up and Viktor is looking at his dog, not him so…he lets more out.. And more and— 

It feels so good. He needed to pee so bad and it felt just as freeing as he remembered it being way back in russia.

“Hmm, I didn’t realize I was taking You out to go potty as well?” Yuri flinches backwards at the voice of Viktor being suddenly so close to him. He closed his eyes at some point, just enjoying his release…but how… 

“I wasn’t!” Yuri shouted, stepping side to side…he stopped mid stream… 

“Yura, Your pants were dripping more than the sky. I don’t need to know what your into, but you need to be more discrete about it because someone coud—” 

“I’m not!!! I'm not into it, I’mmmm just…” Yuri can’t think straight, he still needs to pee! 

“I’m not judging you, I’m just a little shocked is all.” Yuri looks at Viktor and he really doesn’t look mad…just confused.

“I did this when I was a kid…it started as an accident and then I did it on purpose a few times to see if I could get caught. I…havent done it since leaving russia, I swear but It started raining and I wanted to do it again and I know its gross but its not…its not a sex thing! It just feels…freeing and kinda bad…” 

“Hmmm, I think I get it. It's ungraceful, it's breaking the rules. We as skaters are supposed to be grateful, clean, put together all the time. We never break the rules and this…this is a big social taboo, No? Peeing your pants so openly." 

Yuri nods, “y-yeah…I didn’t even mean for you to see, I just really had to go…” 

“Had to, or still do? Because from here it looks like you're doing a very big potty dance.” Viktor smiles. 

“You scared me and I stopped…I still have to but I won't do it if it makes you uncomfortable…Just please, don’t tell Yuuri.” 

“You know…Yuuri is not like us, he likes following the rules and he genuinely is so prim and proper all the time, it's because he is Japanese, you know…oh wow…that feels weird.” 

It takes Yuri a second to realize what Vitkor is saying, until his eyes train down—the umbrella is hung at the older man's side and his pants are wet…but they are wetter in between his legs and if he looks closely, he can see a puddle forming from his pants. 

“Viktor!” Yuri’s mouth gapes, “You—” 

“Hmmm, Well. That was weird, Can’t say it's my thing, I'll stick to crossdressing in my free time but don’t worry your secret is safe with me, now are you gonna go or…” 

“I like to do it while walking…” Yuri blushes, not sure how to feel about all of this, but at least he knows for sure Viktor isn’t going to make fun of him for this. 

“Allight let's head back then.” And they do, And Yuri, once the rain picks up again finally gets the rest of his relief. 

“Ah.” He doesn’t hide the small sound of relief from Viktor when he finally finishes, the older man smiles at him. 

“Yeah Kid, thats not what im worried about….” 

Fourty-five minutes later, after all of business and coash boarded, the plane was taxing to the runway…at that exact moment Peter reached for his seatbelt. 

“Whoa Kiddo, you have to keep that on.” Tony reached forward and re-buckled his kid, 

“I know, but I gotta pee.” The kid reached for the seat belt again, but tony once again stopped him. 

“Underoos, you can’t get up when that light is on, you have to wait until were at cruising altutude.” Tony pointed to the seatbelt sign above their heads. 

“But were in first class…” 

“Rules still apply to rich people, kid.” Tony rolled dhis eyes, 

“I get up all the time in the quinjet thouh.” Peter grinned, 

“Tuchee, but you still have to wait here, not my plane, not my rules. You have to hold it.” Tony didn’t miss the way the kids demenor instantly changed at those words leaving his mouth. He knows the kid has a complex about being kept from going to the bathroom…he blamed the shitty public school system that makes his kid have to praticly beg to relieve himself. 

That coupled with his super kid metabolism and Tony feels for him…but he did warn him about dirnking all of that pop, so he doesn’t feel too bad. He is sure the kid can hold it until they are in the air. 

“Oh gosh, oh gosh.” Tony wrapped his arm aorund the boys shoulder, The plane had just reached crusing altutude when they annoucend the dinner servie would start, menaing the seatbelt sign was on and—even thought he urged the kid to just get up and go, since he had told him he couldn’t when that light was on, he wouldnt budge. 

“I really gotta go.” Peter whines, he knows he is being annoying but he really, really hasnet had to pee this bad in a really long time. He wants to just go…but there is a tray down in his lap with really expensive looking food and he doesn’t want to cause a scene… 

“I know kid, you can get up whenever but if you want to wait until after dinner, just hold on twenty more minutes, max.” Peter knew he didn’t have twenty minuties…he never drinks soad…he was an idiot and now he was gonna look like a bigger idiot. 

Realizing he needs to do something, Peter takes off his sweatshirt jacket anf slowly starys moving it under him…just in case. The seats are expensive and he really—really would like to keep his pee contained…we inside him but if that can’t happen, atleast contained to his person. 

“Okay, alright no! No!” Tony saw Peter take of his jacket, thinking he was just hot, but once he started stuffing it between his legs, he knew he has to intervien. “What If I tell the stweadist I need to go, she would have to pull up both of our trays and then you can just run and sneak in, I’m not getting off the plane with a water-logged spider becausey your embarassed.” 

“Fine! Fine whatever just hurry up becuase I already peed a little!” Thats all Tony needs to hear, He calls over the flight attendant and while he said he needed to get up, it was an emegrnecy, she obvously saw the withering kid next to him and took pitty, cleaing the kids table first. 

“Hey Kiddo, why don’t you step over there to give me some more room, right by those doors over there.” Tony watches the kid waddle over into the stuarist area and look around. Tony see’s the second the kid makes eye contact with the bathroom, Then he looks over at him and he nods. 

“Oh thank god.” Tony leans back into his seat when he sees the kid run into the bathroom and shut the door. 

“Kids.” He says looking up the flight attendant who has stopped clearing away his dinner. 

“Sir, I think you might still want to get up…Its uh..” Tony peers past his glasses at the floor leading from their seats to the lavitory and there are a few large drips of what he can only assume is his kids pee… 

“Ah damn it…You wouldn’t happen to have any pants would you?” Tony looks up at the flight attendant, thankfull the women seems to be motherly atleast. 

“Pete.” Peter looks up from his knees…his wet knees…he wet…everuthing. 

“M-mr. stark?” Peter doesn’t open the door…he doesn’t want anyone to see what happened… 

“I have some…I got clothes kid.” Peter holds back a sob hearing that…so he didn’t containt it all to his pants, or atleast he has been in here long enought tony assumed he didn’t make it…which he didn’t. He got inside and could not get his pants down and ended up sitting on the toielt and peeing thought them… 

Peter opens the door and accepts the small package of…California airlines themed pajamas. 

“What do I do with…” Peter asks thought the crack of the door. 

“Toss em, I’ll but you new sweatpants when we get to Malibu.” 

Peter makes quick work changing and shoving his wet pants into the garbage. He doens’t have udnerwear…which is weird…but he figues atleast the worst of it is over. 

When he goes back to his seat, he is suprised to find it is made up like a bed now—now sigh of his accident in sight. 

“Whoa, its dark?” Peter sits down, trying to play it off like he didnt just pee his pants. 

“We land at like six in the morning L.A time, so we get to sleep the rest of the flight. The joy of a red-eye.” Mr.Stark pats the seat next to him and Peter wastes no time climbing in.

He finds it rather easy to fall asleep in the layflat seat versus the times he has been in coach or the quinjet. 

“Pete, hey, wake up, they are about to serve breakfast.” Peters eyes gently slide open, he is a little lost as to where he is at first…he feels warm, and a little dizzy and wet and—

Wet!? 

“Oh my god.” Peter sits up abruptly and shoves a hand under the covers and…. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Oh my god oh my god Mr.Stark.” 

Tony, if confused for all of five seconds until he see’s where Peters hands are…fuck. The kid really wet the bed. 

“It’s…Okay kid…will just…” Tony calls over the stuardist who is as nice as she was the first time. Tony can tell she thinks Peter is way younger then he actually is, but he doesn’t correct her…he figures its less embarrassing for both of them that way. They are moved to different seats entirely and served breakfast, Peter is given another pair of pajamas and Tony tips the women enough to buy the whole plane. 

Once they have their luggage in hand and are in the back of the town car on the way to Malibu, Peter finally speaks. 

“You were right…I should not have drank all that ginger ale…” 

Tony can’t be angry, he just laughs and hugs his kid…and swears they are never flying a public plane again, first class or otherwise. 

“I had Hizashi lock the cats up in our spare bedroom, we figured they would be a little…scary for you right now.” and they would probably think he was a mouse…but Shouta doesn’t say that part out loud. 

“Tsk. I could take a cat.” Shouta also doesn’t doubt the kid would light their whiskers on fire. 

“Hizashi has his radio show tonight and then patrol in the morning, so it’s just us for now. Make yourself at home but try to stay off the floor, I don’t want to accidentally step on you.” Truly, Shouta doesn't know what to do with the kid, his whole apartment is obviously normal human sized.

“Good, the less people who see me like this, the better.” For once, Shouta agrees with the kid. 

   *_*_*_*_*_*_*

Katuski could hear snoring coming from the other side of the door. Aizawa said he was going to change out of his teaching clothes and he would be right back…but it's been forty minutes and he is positive the idiot fell asleep…

Normally Katsuki would love the privacy and alone time to do whatever he wanted but being this small…he really can’t do anything. He managed to climb off the coffee table where he was left and onto the sofa, but the TV remote is too big to use and even at his full strength at this size he can’t press any of the buttons.

Someone left a book about ancient quirks on the sofa, but it took him about ten minutes to turn a single page…and reading when the letters are so close and so big was just giving him a headache so he abandoned that quickly. 

He is hungary and would like to shower considering he was on the way to the store to get food after hero practice when he bumped into the fucking kid who shrunk him. 

But besides being bored, sweaty and hungry…Katsuki needs to fucking piss. He was able to make his way off the sofa and down the hall…even thought it felt like a marathon to make such a trek. He managed to figure out what door was the bathroom but the damn toilet is so smooth he can’t really…climb it. Even if he did manage the lid is fucking closed. 

He would try the sink, but the damn hobo has a pedestal sink that is impossible to climb. He could get up onto the edge of the tub bu climbing the shower curtain but if he fell into the rub he would be fucked and if he is being honest with himself…the climb up would probably be his bladders down fall.

He really needs to piss…As much as he doesn’t want to, he thinks going outside would be his best option. He would normally never piss outside but in this case he wouldn’t have to worry about finding a proper sized toilet or anything to piss in and there would be no mess. 

Deciding he needs to start on his trek before he gets too desperate he leaves the bathroom and starts walking down the hallway. He is about…three of his normal sized body steps away from where he started when the floor shakes, he falters in his steps slightly, falling to his knees from the vibration. 

“Huh?” He looks up from collecting himself and two very large red eyes are looking back at him. “Mr.Bakugo why are you a doll?” 

Eri…He fucking knew she lived with his teachers but Aizawa didn’t mention her. 

“I got shrunk, what are you doing here kid?” He asks, trying not to sway back and forth too much, telling himself he just needs to get outside. 

“Class ended and nobody came to pick me up, but All-might walked me here and I have my key. Daddy is sleeping.” 

“Yeah, he has been for a while…Hey do you think you could pick me up without squishing me?” Katsuki would rather die than get help from someone for something so embarrassing…but Eri isn’t the worst. 

“Yeah! I’ll be super careful.” Before Katsuki can even brace himself, Eri is grabbing him with very gentle small hands. “Where did you wanna go Mr.Bakugo.” 

“Outside, you have a balcony or something?” Katsuki doesn’t even care at this point, he just needs to get somewhere he can pee… 

“I’m not allowed to go outside without Papa or Daddy…But I can take you to my room!” Katsuki protests, but Eri is already walking, the swaying is making him nauseous so he just closes his eyes and hopes he can hold on until the hobo wakes up and can actually help him. 

“There! Wow! I was right, you are the perfect size.” Katsuki opens his eyes when he feels solid ground under his feet, surprised to be looking around at a very normal sized bedroom…but instead of four walls, one wall is completely open, and Eri is peeking in. 

“Am I in a fu—Freaking doll house?” Katsuki asks, leaning against the bed and crossing his legs subtly.

“Yep! Ms.Momochan made it for me! It’s really..realistic!" 

“Realistic?” Katsuki asks, looking around…yeah, it looks like a really fancy house…a fancy house that's very accurate… “Mind if I take a look around the place?” 

Eri nods and Katsuki hightales it out of the bedroom and into the next room over, it’s a kitchen. He looks over and their sare stairs going up and down…he really has to fucking piss and he has no clue what he will do if he finds out this thing has a bathroom but…

“Eri what rooms are below me?” He asks, pacing a little in the small fake kitchen. 

“Below you is the living room and dining room!” She exclaims, clearly just happy Katsuki seems interested, 

“And above?” He sounds so impatient, he knows if he wasn't dealing with a six year old, she would know he was seconds away from pissing himself. 

“Above is the closet and the bathroom.” Bingo! Katsuku bolts up the stairs and immediately enters the closet…there are actual doll clothes hanging on the small racks on little cardboard hangers…or well, for Katsuki they are normal sized… 

“Do you want to play dress up Mr. Bakugo!?” Eri smiles…Katsuki would rather die but…

“Yeah, I uh—Do! But you have to leave the room for me to change cause I'm not really a doll…” Katsuki hopes this works he really, really does… 

“Hmm! Okay, Are you hungry? I can go get us a snack!?” Katsuki nods, because fuck he is hungry but really, he just needs her to leave so he can pee. 

Eri is up off the floor and out the door a minute later after hanging Katuski the outfit she wants him to wear, he tosses it onto the floor of the closet and runs to the only other door on this floor and he could thank every single god and all-might when he walks in and see a toilet, perfectly sized for him. 

He runs up to it, marching in place and lifts up the lid…there is no water inside but thankfully its just like a bowl…it will would just fine and he can have momo maker her a new toilet once he is big, he can’t feel bad for doing this when he really has no other choice. 

Katsuki makes quick work pulling himself out of his pants and letting go into the plastic toilet. The noise is different at first but once the thing starts to fill with his pee, its sounds the same. He closes his eyes, finally getting to let go. 

“Oh kid—” 

“Ah!” Katsuki stumbles backwards from the toilet, falling towards the opening of the doll house. 

“Shit! Sorry!” Aizawa’s voice is close and Katsuki can't focus on anything just that he is falling and peeing and then— “Gotcha!” 

“No! Shit! Put me down!” Katsuki feels the warmth of his teacher's palm under him…as well as the warmth of the rest of his piss leaving his body. He manages to tuck himself back into his pants once his stream ends. “What the hell did you sneak up on me for!?” Katsuki half shouts, half sobs. 

“I didn't mean to kid, I swear! Eri was in the kitchen and she said she left you in her doll house, I wanted to make sure you weren’t stuck or here against your will, I didn’t think you were gonna be…utalizine the facilities in said doll house…” Katski doesn’t miss the humor in his teachers voice. 

“Don’t you fucking laugh! You left me alone to take a nap and it was an…emergency Okay? I tried to fucking find anywhere else but I couldn’t wait and now I fucking pissed myself anyways so it doesn’t matter…”

“Kid, It's no big deal. Look.” Katsuki watches his teacher pick up the toilet he was using a second ago, along with the miniature bath up and they both walk into the bathroom. Shouta sits hims down on the counter and washes his hands before testing the water temperature from the sink and filling up the small bath tub. 

“Here.” He sets the tub full of water down next to Katsuki, “You get yourself cleaned up, i’ll so wipe down the doll house, we can leave this in here for whenever you need to go again and i’ll just dump it whenever.” 

Katsuki nods…a warm bath does sound good right now. 

“I’m hungry…” Katsuki adds, 

“Eri is making you guys some soup to share, she even has a doll sized bowl and spoon for you.” Aizawa smiles as he says it. 

“My…pants are wet.” 

“I’m sure there is something pajama-like in Eri’s massive doll clothes collection. I’ll find the least offensive thing and bring it to you, okay?” Katsuki just nods, not feeling up for much conversation. 

After his bath and getting changed into traditional Japanese Pajamas that are actually pretty comfortable, they all sit at the table to eat. 

“Listen kid, I’m sorry for falling asleep. I had back to back patrol and then taught all morning. I crashed. I'm used to Eri who, as you saw, is pretty good at taking care of herself, I didn't think so and that's my bad, I apologize." 

Katsuki takes a spoonful of his soup that is mostly broth, “nobody outside this room is to ever know what I did today, got it?” Katsuki looks around at both of them. 

“It’s okay Mr.Bakugo, everyone has accidents.” Katsuki cheeks flush at the reassurance, 

“Ugh, who is wearing Axe? It's terrible.” Jiro exclaimed, pinching her nose. 

“Hey! No it's not, it's manley!” Kirishima protested, and yeah, Katsuki can smell it and it's not bad…but it's a bit much for such tight quarters. 

“Ugh, I’m thirsty.” Mina huffed, I was going to make a water and then read before bed. 

“Make a water? Why do you have to make water?” Sero asked, 

“Like you know, ice, a few flavor packets—some edible glitter. Water.” Mina explained. 

“Oh so juice.” Jiro said with a smirk. 

“No! It’s still water, it's just…ugh its fancy water.” Mina argued. 

“Fancy water that is ninety percent sugar, food dye and mica.” Jiro playfully argued back. 

“Well…yes but it's magostene flavored.” Mina grinned, “And it helps me relax! I got these new packets that are supposed to help you sleep because they have magni—” 

The idle conversation is cut off by the familiar jingle of an alarm going off inside of Katsuki’s pocket. He quickly took it out and silenced it, but it was too late, all of his friends' eyes were already on him. 

“Kats…” Kirishims says, the previous amused smiles from the girl's conversation gone from his face, “was that your reminder?”  

At the red heads words, everyone seems to catch on to why that is concerning. 

“Oh my god! Oh—fuck.” Mina exclaims, “What do we do!?” 

“Wait!? That's his pee jingle!” Sero asks,

“Don’t fucking call it that!” Katsuki groans 

“But it was, wasn’t it?” Sero asks and everyone pauses looking at Katsuki expectantly 

“Well yeah…” They all erupt. 

“Oh god! What do we do?” Mina asks Kaminari, 

“Does anyone have a bottle?” silence 

“I could take off my hoodie and…Yeah I don't know how that would help.” Sero shrugs, 

“Guys…” Katsuki tries to get their attention to no avail, 

“What if we all gave him a corner and—” 

“Guys!” he tried again, 

“We could cover it up with my hoodie…you know, to try and dampen the smell.” 

“Guys!” Katsuki finally yelled, getting everyone's attention “I don’t even feel like I have to go so can you all just—” 

“You can never feel if you have to go dumbass, that's why you have a tinkle alarm.” Kaminari interrupted, Katsuki flushed at the accusation. 

“He is right dude…We're not judging you but, you set those alarms for a reason…” Kirishima says, and Katsuki  knows that…he just hates that he is causing even more trouble for everyone in such an already stressed as fuck situation. “Oh hey, I know!” Katsuku looks up at Kirishima, 

“Do that thing you do, where you press and feel if you really need to go or not!” Katsuki nods, because yeah he can do that. He looks around…everyone is looking at him, clearly holding their breath…It would be so inconvenient if he needed to pee right now… 

Katsuki presses into his bladder and is immediately met with a hard wall of fluid that hurts…but he keeps his face blank purposefully. 

“I’m good, we're fine.” He says, meanwhile his stomach aches from the pressure he put on his bladder…They were studying for hours and he silenced his last alarm in favor of getting through the last problem he was working on…He only has to hope the elevator gets moving again soon so nobody has to find out he lied… 

An hour later and everyone has sort of slumped together. There isn’t enough room for everyone to sit down at once, so they have been taking turns. Conversation has died down to nothing. Aizawa texted them saying they were working on it, and that it could be another an hour. 

Katsuki texted him and let him know he was also stuck…because his teacher also knows about his disability and he just wanted to warn him. He told him that whatever happens, not to stress…that didn’t help Katsuki’s nerves. 

The silence of the elevator is broken once again by Katsuki's phone. It’s his middle of the night bathroom reminder…This time nobody freaks out, but Kirishima looks at him with a face full of worry. 

Katsuki sneakily presses into his bladder to see if things have changed and—it was an instant mistake because the second he applies a bit of pressure, he audibly hisses—and something else hisses as well. 

“What was that?” Kaminari asks from beside Katsuki. Kirishima is already standing up, he was the one who was getting some ‘floor time’ as they called it. 

“Hey—you want to sit down? It might make it…” Katsuki can tell his friend was going to say ‘easier to hold it’ but they all know Katsuki isn’t holding anything, not really. The fact that he hasn't fully wet himself yet and only leaked is a miracle. 

“Y-yeah…” Katsuki replaces Kirishima’s spot on the floor, and when he sits he can feel the wetness between his legs from the bit that leaked out…he knows it's going to happen…god he hates this. 

“Hey, it's okay dude.” Katsuki must look as miserable as he feels because a hand lands on his shoulder, “You realize we don’t care at all if you piss yourself right? We all know it's not your fault and even if you didn’t have your disability or whatever, we would all still not care.” Sero says,

“Yeah Man, Really, it's a shitty situation to be in for anyone.” Jiro echos, 

“Totally! I mean…you're not the only one who needs to pee… I mean…I don’t have to…not really badly…” Kaminari admits, 

“Fuck.” Katsuki groans, feeling his lap become wetter, “I just feel like an asshole for doing this when we're all stuck together like this.”  

“It’s not your fault and we will survive.” Mina says, 

“We wont even be able to smell it over kirishima’s axe addiction.” Jiro jokes, 

“Hey! It's a dark chocolate rush! It smells good!” 

“It smells like puberty! Kiri!” Jiro jokes, Katsuku ignores it all, instead he is focused on the constant stream of pee soaking his lap and the carpet below him. 

“Sorry, sorry—” He can’t help but apologize when the elevator quiets and the only sound is him peeing. “Fuck.” He doesn’t want to cry, but this is the worst. He hates being stuck in small places and now he is wet—-it reminds him so much of when he was stuck and the sludge was going into his throat—into his bladder and poisoning him. 

“Shit! Don’t cry dude! It’s fine uh—Someone—” Sero says, clearly not used to seeing Katsuki in this state. 

“I can also pee my pants if that will help!” Kaminari exclaims 

“No!” everyone shouts in unison. 

“Eep! Sorry I wont! I mean—I’ll try not to.” Kaminari says, Katsuki can’t help but let out a small laugh at it all. 

“I’m fine just…I don't do well with wet, confined spaces, you know…” its like realization falls over everyone's faces, 

“Hey, come here.” Kirishima is crouching down in the small space, everyone is backed up against the wall of the elevator to give him so space, 

“Stop, the ground is all wet with—” 

“I don’t care, come here.” And then Katsuki is being hugged, “you did so good and nobody cares that you wet, it's all okay and we're gonna get out of here soon.” 

Katsuki nods, letting his head fall on Kirishima’s shoulder for longer than he has ever cuddled anyone before. 

Twenty minutes later the silence of the room is broken again, 

“Guys…I really wasn’t joking about also needing to pee…” Kaminari says, not in his normal goofy voice. 

“If you can’t hold it, I will deal but please, please just try.” Mina asks, “I won't judge you if you genuinely can't but babe, I know you have an anxious bladder.” 

“A what?” Katsuki asks, feeling a bit less broken from his own accident now that he has dried a bit. 

“I feel like I need to pee more when I'm anxious…and needing to pee makes me anxious so it makes me need to pee more…ugh!” Katsuki see’s Kaminari grab himself for a second… he has never seen one of his classmates desperate. 

“That's a thing?” he asks, he genuinely didn’t know that was something someone could struggle with… 

“Oh yeah, It’s crazy—like I can be fine, not even needing to pee at all but the second I see the toilet, my body freaks out!” Mina says, 

“Oh! I've heard that it's called uhhh—Lakey incontinence?" Sero says, 

“Latchkey incontinence.” Kirishima corrects, 

“Huh, kinda like me…” Katsuki says under his breath, 

“Yeah, kinda.” Mina smiles at him. 

“Uhhggg can we stop talking about incontinence im gonna incontinence all over your shoes!” Kaminari groans, 

“Don’t you dare! These are uggs!” 

He was gonna scream and shout and tell her he had the right to leave, but he really wasn't feeling particularly nervous about needing to pee at that very moment, he went thirty minutes before the test started when they allowed everyone a bathroom break and he managed to go a bit, so instead he sits down and gets back to work on the test. 

An hour passes and his alarm on his phone goes off again. Now he is getting a little nervous…He can usually skip one trip to the bathroom, but two…two is pushing it. Instead of standing up however, Katsuki pulls his provisional license out of his waller and raises his had. 

“Yes?” A different woman from the testing facility comes over to him. 

“I need to go to the restroom, and I know we aren’t allowed to leave or whatever but look.” He shows her his license, “I’m disabled, so you have to let me go.” Katsuki has no double this will be the end of this hassle and she will let him go. Everyone he has had to deal with in the field who saw that mark on his license almost acted like it was a badge of honor.

“You seem fine to me.” The woman said, and that—thats took Katuski off guard because…What the fuck? 

“Yeah, I look fine, but I need to go to the bathroom, my—disability is, you can’t see it.” Katsuki explains…but he doesn’t really want to go into detail about his incontinence with so many people from every year of U.A surrounding him. God, he wishes just one of his class was in this group so they could vogue for him, or at least figure out how to make these people let him go to the bathroom.

“If you really were urgent to go to the bathroom, you would be doing a potty dance. I would know, I work with kids all day. Now get back to work. You can go once you finish your test.” The way the woman dismissed him made him so…mad? 

Sure she may work with kids, but it's obvious she doesn’t work with kids with disabilities…It makes him so mad—he—he…. 

The idea pops into his head and instantly makes a smile spread across his face. He knows Aizawa will stand up for him and he is almost done with his test anyways. His whole class knowing about his issues has only made his life better. None of them have ever judged him for mistiming things and having an accident. U.A students know better than that, better then the asshole test proctors at this random tokyo testing site…

He finishes his test and looks around before focusing hard on the little feeling he has in his bladder. It’s what he does when he is at the urinal and wants to empty. It’s a task, it takes a bit but he deals with it because it's either that or a catheter. He feels the first leak escape into his pants and his brain screams to stop it, that this isn’t where he should be telling his body to go, but she pushes past it and within in second, a heavy stream is barreling into his pants and noisily onto the floor. 

“Oops.” He says, loudly drawing the two women who previously denied him access to the bathrooms attention. 

“Are you serious!?” the red haired women marches over, “Stop, this instant and go to the bathroom.” 

“You said I wasn't allowed!” Katsuki practically growls back, 

“That does not mean you should have gone and went in your pants, have you no control?” The other woman asks, looking disgusted. 

“No! I don’t! When I told you I am disabled and it has to do with me and going to the restroom, what did you think that meant? I told you I needed to go, you didn’t let me. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to go. I tried to get to the bathroom. You stopped me.” Katsuki stands up from his desk the second he feels his stream stop. 

“I finished my damn test, I'm leaving. Enjoy your fucking jobs while you still have them.” Katsuki leaves, trying to ignore all the eyes on him as he goes. He feels afraid and ashamed and scared but…he doesn’t regret it. 

He calls Jeanist the second he is in the privacy of the bathroom and explains what happened. 

“I don’t know what to do now. Aizawa isn’t gonna be back to pick us all up for an hour and…I didn’t bring and clean clothes because I thought I would be able to access a fucking bathroom all damn day.” He explains. Fuming still but more annoyed and sad than anything. 

“I have some sidekicks patrolling in the area that can come and bring you some pants, we always carry spare clothes on us. You did good, kid, and I'm sure you will tell Eraser everything you told me once he gets to you, and I assure you, those teachers will not be allowed to be around students again until they get proper disability aid training.” 

“I—I did the right thing? Cause I could have waited…I just, I was so mad.” Katsuki admits. 

“I would have pulled my leg bag off and poured it all over their floor, Katsuki. You stood up for yourself and made a statement, however, next time, you can simply call me and I will get you excused, however hopefully there won't be a next time.” 

“Here.” Yuri yawns, turning away to make quick work of relieving himself before getting ready to head to the ice rink. 

“No you don’t! I know you have more dishes! And dirty clothes! We're cleaning this place up before practice today, so you better get to it! I’m starting the load in five minutes, if I don’t have your clothes, they aren’t being washed until next week!” Yuri weighed his options, he really does need his training clothes washed…and he is dangerously low on clean socks and undwear… 

Pausing just a moment to cross his legs, he trudges back into his room to sort his clothes. 

He starts grabbing everything he knows is dirty—and then he finds his suitcase from their last competition that is full of dirty clothes and starts sorting those—and then he realizes that some of those clothes can’t be washed, they need to be dry cleaned so he dumps the hamper out and starts sorting the items one by one— 

“Yuri! What is taking so long? I need to start the washing so it can…Oh wow, your room is a mess!” Yuri looks around at Viktor's words and…yeah, the room they gave him somehow has turned into a pigstye, even more then he is used to his room back in russian being. The usual mess is now covered with piles of clothes, some dirty, some clean…all wrinkled. 

“Here—you can wash the blacks first.” Yuri pushes a pile of black and some leopard print clothes into Viktors arms. He stands to do so and notices the tug of his very much way too full bladder pulling him down. He really, really needs to pee. Once the clothes are handed off, he makes a beeline for the door to his room. 

“Where do you think you're running off to? You have to clean this room up, Yuri. I know this move was a big change, but you  have to take care of yourself.”  Viktor's words stop him in his tracks. 

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” Yuri says, because it's the truth…he does need to clean his room, or at least shove his dirty clothes in his closet and under his bed until Viktor or the pig does colors or whites.

“You can't, Yuuri is in there steaming the grout.” Yuri turns his head at the obscurity of a task, but now knowing he can’t go to the bathroom, even if he really needs to make his bladder quiver, sending a pulse of urgency through him. 

“Tell him to stop for a second then.” Yuri says, blushing slightly…he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of needing to take a piss but it's been at least an hour since he woke up and it's not unreasonable to need to pee after a night's sleep… 

“Look, just start cleaning up in here, I’ll come get you once the bathroom is open, okay?” Yuri simply nods his head and sits back down in front of the pile of skating tights he was trying to fold. Viktor leaves his room, closing the door behind him. 

Forty-five minutes later and Yuri’s room looks like nobody even inhabits it. The clothes are all sorted into laundry bins and rolled into the living room. All his hanging clothes are properly in the closet…he even sprayed them with clothing perfume. His bed is made, his tablet he hasn't touched in months is even on the charger and playing music…

He has cleaned every single square inch of the room because—he needed something else to focus on. Every time he went to the kitchen to get a rag or some cleaner, he would see the bathroom door still closed and the fan loudly going inside. He wanted to knock, make Yuuri get out but he didn’t because it was embarrassing. 

What is more embarrassing now is the fact that he is sitting in the middle of his clean room, hands shoved between his thighs while packing his bag for the rink because at this point, he needs to pee and if he can’t use the bathroom here, he might just have to make a run for the rink… 

He knows he won’t make it though. He slams his skating bag away from him and groans. It’s stupid! He can feel his body giving up, he is in his own home, the bathroom is right there but he can’t use it because—

“Yuri! Oh wow! It looks delightful here! What—What is the matter? Yuri, are you hurt?” Yuri looks up from his lap and he knows he must look like a mess. 

“Toilet.” He says, shamefully, even though he can feel his palms are wet and warm and it's not from sweat…he wishes it was sweat but it's not. 

“Toilet…oh! Yes! Yuuri finished a while ago, we just fan the fan going to dry out the room but its all clean, you can go to the toilet now, Yuri.” Viktor doesn’t seem to catch on that Yuri is past the point of making it to the actual bathroom—that her perfectly clean room is about to become his bathroom. 

“I’m already going.” Yuri admits, pulling his hands away from his crotch once the fabric behind them is fully saturated. There is no point in being shy about how badly he needs to go—or needed to go at this point. 

“You're…going to the bathroom? Right now? Yuri!?” Viktor must be confused, Yuri doesn’t blame him. He is seventeen…he is too old to be peeing himself like this but he tried everything to hold it… 

“I’m sorry.” Yuri says because he was supposed to be cleaning his room and now he is making it a mess again. 

“Shhh! Don’t apologize, I’m not sure why this is happening, but shhh, just go potty love, it's okay.”  Yuri cringes at the childish language but he does what Viktor says and finishes what he started. The purple run under him does very little to hide the dark growing spot of liquid around him, and his sweats barely muffle the sound of his urgent release. 

After far too long, he is finally empty and he can’t help but let out the breath he was holding, “oh my god—I had to go so bad…” He admits, 

“Yuri, sweetheart, why didn’t you try to go to the bathroom?” Viktor asks, oh so carefully. It makes Yuri mad, 

“I did! I was gonna go right when I woke up like I always do but then you told me to bring out my dirty dishes, and then my laundry and then the pig was cleaning the bathroom and I thought I could hold it until I finished cleaning my room like you said but…” Yuri stands, hating the way his cute carpet squiches under his feet. “I made a bigger mess than before.” 

“Oh Yuri, You should have told us it was an emergency, Yuri would have stepped out for a moment so you could go.” 

“S’embarassing.” Yuri admits. “I’m the youngest one here…my room is messy…I didn’t want to seem so…weak.” 

“Yuri, you're not weak! My god! If Yuuri tried to deep clean our room before his morning bathroom break he wouldn’t get this far! You did good sweetheart, go take a shower, i’ll clean this up and we can work out a chore chart so this doesn’t happen again? Alight?”