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You know the heartbreaking scene where Dazai is training Akutagawa and hitting him until he’s spitting blood?

Now imagine Dazai realising he can’t go on like this because every time the boy needs a few days to heal and can’t train. He needs to find another way to motivate Akutagawa to fight with all his strength. No matter how cruel.

So the next day, as soon as the training starts, Dazai catch Akutagawa in a deadly grip, deactivating his ability, and close the boy’s jeans with a padlock.

He then proceeds to tell Akutagawa that if he doesn’t want to piss his pants he’ll have to take the key from him, by whatever means necessary.

Imagine said character existing near a desperate person who’s stoic / quiet and not showing a lot of signs besides the occasional twitch or tensing of muscles. Everyone thinks they’re fine and no one but one person has a clue they’re dying inside. Now imagine the character with the ability just awkwardly listening to their inner voice, the feverish rambling and cursing, the raw, not so dignified fantasies about peeing somewhere that are bound to come up, all the stuff that was not meant to be shared with the world. And well, maybe they want to help, but how do you help a person who doesn’t even know you know they have a problem in the first place?

And how do you keep a straight face next to someone who’s calm on the outside, maybe even denying there’s anything wrong, but on the inside they’re all “gottapeegottapee aah fuck!”, how do you deal with this mountain of lies?? 🥺

(I’ll have a full version soon! Just wanted to sketch out the idea❤️❤️)

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“Are you having fun, babe?”

Alex grimaces, doing his best to smile as he turns around in the pool, ignoring the way the cool water brushes up against his chest. He’s been at the waterpark with his girlfriend Nadia for four, maybe five hours now–it had been her idea, as a final end-of-summer activity before the two would have to return to their last year of university together–and for the first three and a half or so, he’d been having a great time. It’s sunny out, the perfect weather to go to the beach or the pool or a waterpark, they’ve already knocked all of their summer homework out of the way, and he’d just turned twenty-one earlier in the summer, meaning he’s finally legally allowed to drink.

Nadia has made sure to celebrate that last part over the course of the day, always ushering him back towards the bar at the far end of the park to grab more drinks. They’re not trying to get drunk–Alex is pretty sure he’ll want to remember what happened today when he wakes up tomorrow, and with his past experience with alcohol, anything past a few beers will probably make it so that he won’t remember a thing–but Nadia had been so convincing, always offering to pay and promising that she’ll stay sober enough to drive home without getting pulled over by the cops. And besides, it is their last week of summer break before school starts again. Doesn’t he deserve to live a little, get a little tipsy and have some fun?

That had been his mindset two hours ago, anyway, when he’d drank with no precautions. Now, he’s not thinking about having a good time before school starts. Now he isn’t thinking about anything that isn’t the throbbing ache coming from his bladder, reminding him every second of exactly how much beer he’d had throughout the day. Four big, viking-worthy glasses, probably closer to half a pitcher than a mug, plus the water he’d insisted on having alongside it to keep himself from going too far too fast. God, no wonder his need is so strong. He can’t even remember when it was he last went to the bathroom, either–was it all the way at the beginning of the day, so many hours ago?

“Alex?” Nadia sing-songs, snapping him out of his trance as she swims closer to him, pressing a hand to his chest. “Are you having a good time?”

“Of course,” Alex says automatically, squeezing his legs tight together under the water. They’re situated roughly in the middle end of the wave pool, where they’ve been wading for about a half an hour, diving under the water and chasing each other around, having races to see who’s the faster swimmer. (Alex, being on the swim team in high school, usually won, but sometimes he let Nadia win just for fun.) The waves are turned off right now, but he’s pretty sure they’re gearing up to come back any second now, as they’ve been coming and going in fifteen minute intervals since they arrived.

It’s fairly easy to move around right now, too; the water is calm, the floaties and foam toys spread around the pool are all at a standstill, and there aren’t many children darting around in the shallow end, blocking the path to get out. It would be a perfect time to excuse himself to the bathroom and take care of his rather pressing need, which is pretty much the only thing he wants to do at the moment.

But Nadia is here, smiling up at him happily as she treads water (it’s cute that she’s so short she can barely stand in the deep end, but he can’t focus on that right now) with an expectant look in her eyes. She’s having fun where she is, in the pool with him, and the last thing he wants to do is ruin it for her over some silly need he should have more control over as a twenty-one year old man. He can hold it for just a little bit longer, if it means she’ll have a few more minutes of fun.

“I bet I can beat you to the deep end!” Nadia exclaims, her mouth curling into a little grin as she pushes her dark hair, sleek with water, over her shoulder. “Come on, before the waves start up again!”

“What are you, five?” Alex laughs tightly, even though he’s the one in the childish situation. He feels more five than he has in a while, all thanks to the urges coming from his abdomen. There’s no way he’ll be able to race her again without making himself seriously desperate, but he doesn’t want to flat-out say no to her. (Saying no to Nadia is probably his least favorite thing in the universe, and it shows.)

“Scared you’ll lose?” Nadia taunts, eyes glimmering with mirth as she does so. “Come on, it will be fun!”

And it’s that sight, the look on her face which she’s given him a thousand times before, that finally makes Alex put aside his uncomfortableness and agree. “Alright, fine,” he sighs, playing along with her challenge. “Last one to the deep end is a rotten egg.”

“Yeah!” Nadia crows triumphantly, before running a hand across the surface of the pool towards Alex, splashing him in the face with drops of cool water before she takes off. Alex laughs, diving into the water and chasing after her, putting all his strength into kicking beneath the surface with his muscular legs.

Fuck . If he’d thought treading water with a full bladder was hard, it’s nothing compared to actually swimming. With each kick he feels like he’s about to leak, his legs spreading apart and muscles growing tired with every stroke. Having his legs forced apart over and over again is borderline painful, and since his arms are busy propelling him forward in the water, there’s nothing left to keep the pressure on his crotch from the outside. God, he can feel the pee just sitting there, begging to be let out.

But he can’t pee in the pool! There are so many other people there, enjoying their family vacations together in the same body of water that he’s in. It would be more than rude to contaminate the water they were swimming in with his body’s own type of water, regardless of whether anyone else could tell or not. And besides, he wouldn’t want to be swimming in it, either.

“I win!” Nadia cries as he surfaces, his hands shooting up to hold onto the wall when he wishes they could shoot down to hold his penis instead. He settles for crossing his legs under the water and moving his hips back and forth as gracefully as he can, hoping that the wave of pressure he’d just felt goes away as quickly as it had come. “You know what that means. Loser buys another round of drinks!”

“Ah,” Alex pants, glancing warily towards the bar as he continues to fidget underwater. “More drinks? I’m not really thirsty, you know…”

“You don’t drink beer because you’re thirsty,” Nadia points out with a pout. “You drink it ‘cause it’s fun. Besides, it’s hot out! Don’t you want to stay hydrated?”

I’m plenty hydrated enough, thank you! his mind protests. I don’t think I could put more liquid in me if I tried!

“I’ll buy something for you,” he reasons instead, hoping his voice doesn’t give him away. “I’m already feeling buzzed enough.”

Nadia’s pout deepens, but she moves on fairly quickly as the water around them shifts. “Oh, the waves are starting again!” she exclaims excitedly as the pool around them begins to fill with movement. “Come on, let’s swim back to the other end so I can stand!”

Daniel tapped his foot impatiently as he scrolled down his phone, looking at his friend’s posts. He was waiting for Ashley and give her a ride home, but he had one problem. He needed to piss. Daniel didn’t take his morning pee so he was a bit uncomfortable.

He has a big bladder, but it’s hard to even for him to hold it in for more than 10 hours after drinking lots of water. He tapped his foot some more and felt someone wrap their arms around him. He almost leaked, but he caught himself in time.

“Ash, you scared the crap out of me,” He huffed and Ashley responded with an evil smile. “Let’s go.” He led Ashley to his car.

He almost forgot about his urge to go to the restroom on the ride home. Ashley was dressed up cute today, and he could barely resist the temptation to pin her against the wall or the bed when they got home.

Apparently, Ashley was thinking about the same thing so when they opened the door, she wrapped her arms right around his waist and kissed him fiercely on the lips.

Daniel kissed her back and led her to the bedroom. He took off her shirt and his mouth trailed down to her neck, making her moan.

He could die to hear her moan again. Ashley popped the button off his pants and slid them off. Daniel abruptly stopped kissing her and felt tiny drops of pee escape onto his underwear.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself, while Ashley stared at him curiously.

“Why’d you stop?” Ashley asked, breathless.

“I need to go,” He tried to push himself off the bed but Ashley grabbed hold of his cock and he gave out a moan as a trail of pee escaped him.

“Go where?” She gave him a small smirk.

“Let me go, Ashley. I’ll come back here after I use the restroom, okay?” Daniel said, his anxiety growing as a stream of pee trickled down his leg. He tried to grab himself but Ashley’s hand was still there.

“You need to pee?” Ashley wasn’t sure what she was doing but her cheeks flamed when she felt her hands getting warm.  Daniel was leaking. “How bad?”

Daniel groaned in response when Ashley pressed on his bladder. He needed to go now. “Let me go now, Ashley. I’m serious when I say I’ll pee myself if you don’t.” He shuddered again when he had a little accident again. He looked down and saw a dark stain in his private area.

Daniel closed his eyes and willed himself not to grab his crotch in front of his girlfriend. Ashley has let go of his dick and started tracing circles on his stomach.

“What are you doing?” Daniel’s face was contorted with pain. Ashley’s smirk grew bigger when the wet patch on his boxers grew bigger.

“Leaking already?” She teased and pressed hard on his bladder. Daniel hissed and this time he had to grip himself or else he would’ve peed. Daniel found the strength and shuffled to the bathroom.

But Ashley was quicker and blocked the way to the toilet. By then, she could see the pain and desperation in his eyes. She was growing bolder. He shifted from foot to foot, his hand squeezing his member and his eyes full of desperation.

“I’ll let you go. Just not yet,” She brought his lips onto his again and Daniel surprisingly kissed her back.

“I’m going to lose it soon,” he murmured in her ear, as they kissed. He tried to push her away but Ashley responded by closing the toilet lid and sitting on top.

“Now you can’t,” she smiled evilly.

“Please, Ashley.” He squeezed himself even tighter and she couldn’t take her eyes off the growing stain near his groin area on his boxers. “I’m going to piss myself.”

“Fine,” she made a pouty face and opened the lid. Daniel was fast but she was faster and pushed as hard as she could on his bladder.

His boxers darkened immediately and tried to grab himself but Ashley pinned his wrists together. “Please,” he moaned, squirming as another stream shot out. A puddle formed quickly and Ashley kissed him again, while Daniel trembled under her kiss.

“Mm–” he broke away, cheeks flushing. “Ashley, I gotta pee–” It was too late and Daniel’s bladder released with a loud hiss, his urine flowing down in torrents. He was soaking everything, including Ashley, and made no effort to hold it in. He leaned against the wall as he emptied himself and clenched his eyes shut, moaning in relief. Daniel didn’t mind that Ashley was watching all this until he finished.

Daniel has to admit it felt extremely good and after they broke apart, Ashley’s cheeks were tinted pink.

“Why are you the one blushing?” He chuckled. After all, he was the one drenched in piss. Ashley gave a bashful shrug.

“I don’t know if I was supposed to find that hot or not,” she mumbled.

On a normal day he’d make a point to go by now. But he’s so used to not worrying about it that he puts it off until he gets his bags and things, and by then it’s time to get on the bus to sports. He doesn’t remember until the bus is pulling away that the trip is going to take over three hours.

Still, he’s never even had a close call before, so he just assumes he’ll be able to hold it. As the ride goes on he starts off chatting with teammates, listening to music, messing with his phone… But he gets more and more uncomfortable, until by the halfway point he’s in genuine pain. The pit-stop is desperately needed.

Unfortunately the gas station they pulled in to only has one bathroom, and he was walking slowly so there’s a line by the time he gets there. Figuring there’s no rush, he just looks around the store for a while. When the coach calls for them all to get back on board there’s still a couple boys in line, and the coach cracks a joke at them. Our main boy can’t quite bring himself to add to the wait.

Soon he’s unable to hide his desperation though. With an hour left in the trip he’s grabbing his crotch now and then to ease the pain, and his seatmate notices. Our main boy isn’t shy, he explains the problem and laughs it off, and his seatmate encourages him to ask for another stop. He says no, it’s not a big deal… although it’s never hurt this bad before.

He mentions a couple more times how much pain he’s in, how he’s never needed to go so bad before, how much he wants to let it all out, all in a casual laughing matter because this is new for him! Unfortunately it’s starting to make his seatmate, who has a much smaller bladder, need to go too. Seatmate complains, he apologizes, but the damage is done. And main boy can’t stop squirming and groaning and grabbing himself.

Suddenly he mentions the pain’s gotten worse, and seatmate snaps at him, but he recognizes the look on main boy’s face. He’s not laughing any more. He can’t believe what’s happening. Seatmate quickly asks if anybody has an empty bottle, but it’s too late.

Almost a whole day of held-back pee starts pouring out of main boy’s dick. He can’t stop it, he’s never been in a situation where he needed to try and stop before. He tries grabbing at himself but the feeling of release is so strong that he just slumps back in the bus seat, sprawled out, as he pisses and pisses and pisses… No one else on the bus has ever seen that much pee come out of one human before.

There’s a stop at another gas station (where seatmate barely makes it to the bathroom), a quick rinsing of the bus, and main boy changes into his team uniform pants. He’s still laughing but he’s embarrassed too. He had no idea that could happen to him, he doesn’t know what to do with himself now. How could he, basically an adult, actually pee his pants when he’d had several opportunities not to?

He doesn’t say anything, and keeps the smile on, but the lighthearted teasing from the other boys strikes a nerve. Only his seatmate notices. And he makes a point to pee at every single chance for the rest of the day.