Fifty Shades of EraserMic

by CrypticBeans

This is just smut! Straight smut! Nothing complicated, just fifty chapters of straight smut. Enjoy .

16. Hold It In

"Hizashi?"

He got a hum from the closet where Hizashi was pulling his costume on, the coat flying around his shoulders as he slid his arms into the sleeves then reached up to grab his directional speaker only to look over his shoulder at Shouta curiously. He had the list in his hand which he folded in half only to tap the paper lightly against his lips nervously; it shouldn't be weird to bring it up, it was on the list which meant it was open for them to attempt.

But after his research into this particular kink he had to wonder if Hizashi really knew anything about it. It wasn't exactly...common. He didn't know anyone who did it though he wondered if Hizashi knew others that were interested in it but strangely enough he was shifting on his feet, side to side as he lightly tapped that paper to his lips before digging the corner of the sheet into his upper lip when he spoke.

"I have a kink. Something we can try."

He watched those green eyes sparkle with sudden light, a gasp flying from the man as he bounced on his toes with that directional speaker lifted halfway up towards his throat like always only to stop when Shouta spoke. His stupid hairdo seemed to bob lightly at the very tip with his movements as he smiled brightly at the black-haired man with such delight that he felt a blush crawl into his cheeks. "Oh? Tell me! We can do it when we get home tonight! What did you choose?"

Well, shit. He took a deep breath pulling the paper away from his lips, letting it flutter to the bed only to frown when Cappella slammed her dainty paws onto the paper creasing it against the blanket and he watched her tail flick wildly as her eyes locked onto that paper. Fuck. That was going to be a whole ordeal to get the paper back. "So, um, we can actually start now. When we get to U.A, if you want."

Brows raised, that head tilted ever so slightly, and he felt that little blush flame in his cheeks when he looked down at his shuffling feet. This was weird. It was maybe one of the weirder kinks on the list, he knew that much, yet Hizashi had written it. It was his handwriting after all. "It's fucking weird but it's one of the simpler ones. The, um, omorashi one."

"Oh!" Hizashi's eyes widened at him with surprise though he could see it; see it very faintly under that strangely calculated surprised look but there was a look of intrigue. Of interest. Like he had been waiting for Shouta to choose it on his own, to be the one to put his choice towards something stranger, and he saw the little pink blush spread across Hizashi's cheeks as he blinked at him. "Okay! We can do that! Did you look into it by chance? I mean, do you know exactly what omorashi is and what it involves?"

"Of course I do. I looked it up, Zashi."

"So then you know it's not exactly for the prideful or the weak of heart, Sho, and it's definitely not for the easily embarrassed type of person so are you sure? Do you understand what something like that would entail for you to actually do? It's not like the shit we've been doing, and I want to make sure you know exactly what you'd be getting into if we did something like that."

"I know. I know, Zashi, I, um, I looked into it. Watched some videos about it, read some articles, went on Urban Dictionary and Wikipedia then wherever else I could hunt down shit to read up on it before I thought about even considering. Thought hard before I decided on bringing it up to you about doing it."

He was babbling. For once his words were flying out so fast, they were stumbling, crashing, and linking together so fast he wondered how Hizashi could even understand him let alone know what he was going to be talking about following that babbled string of a sentence. "It's a kink, not exactly common, but it turns people on to see others with a full bladder or wetting themselves and sometimes it's those experiences that turn people n when they do it to themselves."

"What else? Is- I mean, how well do you understand it, Sho?"

"Sometimes the ones turned on by being the one holding or wetting themselves. It's, uh, it's not exactly sanitary from what I've seen given I've seen a bit. If a person would be doing that, and it naturally is going to get everywhere. It's honestly super fucking weird, it's not something I honestly know if I personally would be into, but I'm willing to try. I mean, it's really simple, isn't it? I w-would just be holding it until I just- I don't know, piss myself? Get to a bathroom in time? It's kind of easier to wrap my head around but it's-"

"Not going to be easy." He forced himself to look up from his gawking view of his shuffling feet, his face was too hot for his liking, yet Hizashi was staring at him with a look that was akin to sympathy though that interest, that curiosity was glittering beneath the look.

He then lifted the speaker up securing it around his throat, the little snaps and clicks as he got it into place, then let out a breath as he stepped out of the closet shutting the doors before walking over to Shouta holding his hands out towards him which he blinked at. What? He looked at the blonde who smiled softly at him but spread his fingers just a bit prompting him to lift his own and place them hesitantly into the blonde's hands only for him to be tugged close to the blonde with a yelp as those hands released his own in favor of reaching down curling around his waist.

"Sho, you may think it's simple, you may think it's easy, and to someone more experienced with it then it would be. But this is the first time we'd do something like this. It's weird, it's off putting, and it's hard. You're taught your whole life not to piss your pants, to use a bathroom, to be decent and this kink throws all that out the window!"

He could get it. He understood it. It felt like his husband was giving him the window out. To not do something like this. He wiggled his jaw lightly as he shuffled when those green eyes burned at him, intensely locked onto his own. He didn't know how to react but he knew he was going through with it. He was going to do it whether his husband liked it or not. And he saw the excitement flicker in those eyes so he knew that his husband was interested. Curiosity.

"I get that, Zashi, but I-"

"Sho, it goes against everything you've been raised and taught proper bathroom etiquette about. You'll be intentionally pissing yourself and your brain is going to know that which makes it highly upsetting for someone who's never done it! Sho, it's not easy, not like you think it will be. It's definitely weird but if you want to try then we'll try though I want to say again that this isn't going to be easy, baby, not at all so are you sure? Really, really sure?"

"It's not- I don't think it will be. We've fucked in the car, Zashi- I'm actively calling you Daddy for god's sake! How is this going to be any harder than any of those? Weirder than watching porn with you? Then anything we've done so far? I can do it! I know I can. It's just holding it; how hard can that be?" He hated the huffy tone he adopted though Hizashi sigh at him when the familiar feeling of a pout taking over his face before he thought twice to stop it.

His lower lip jutting out as he stared at the blonde who was rubbing lightly at his lower back. Really, how hard was it? It was weird, super fucking weird, but how hard could it truly be? It was true, yes, what Hizashi was saying but was he simply trying to get him to back out? Was he playing it up how difficult it could be? Or was he genuinely worried? "Zashi, I can absolutely do this. We just need to choose a time to start it because it's just holding it and drinking as much as I can also hold, right? It's not hard nor is it uncommon for me to drink during the day or in between classes."

"It kind of is, baby! You literally only suck down coffee or jelly packets all day long like you're a dying battery that is fucked up and constantly needs to recharge, so you suddenly showing up to work chugging water all day long? That'll get you quite a few looks." Hizashi reprimanded him narrowing his eyes for a moment when Shouta glared up at him with that pout on his lips when a look of realization washed away that narrow eyed look on the blonde when he then smiled widely.

"No, I know how we'd do this! I'll kick us off! What I'll do, for us if you really want to do this, then I'll choose a time and I'll start handing you drinks throughout the day! I mean, I do it all the time anyways, only this time you'll be accepting them without fussing! Of course, that's if you really want to do it. If this is what you're making your first choice on."

"Yes! It is my first choice!" He snapped at the blonde who raised his brows upwards, lashes fluttering in a fast blink, when he then realized he'd been gripping the blonde's leather jacket tightly in his hands, but he couldn't for the life of him make his fingers release their tight hold on the fabric.

As if he was prepared to shake those words into his husband, until his head was snapping back and forth like a damn bobble head. "Hizashi, it cannot be that fucking hard! Besides, it's not like I'd be wetting myself at the school! Like you just said! You choose the time I start getting drinks and we'll kick it up when we get home! It's not like there's even a chance of someone seeing me so how is that going to be hard? I. Want. To. Try. It. We are not doing this song and dance every fucking kink we do!"

Hizashi merely stared at him during his little rant, his pout still in full force on his lip and he tugged his brows together tightly while those green eyes leveled on him patiently before the blonde then shrugged his shoulders with a sigh leaning in to kiss his forehead gently. "Fine, fine! If you really want to do this, if you really want to try a whole thing, then we'll do it. I'll stop questioning you but you have to know I only do it so you can have time to think and time to back out if you need to."

"I know! But it's a bit irritating when you ask me over and over if I'm okay with it when I am."

"But Shouta, you can't just go blind into everything we do because there are some things that are questionable and need answers! Isn't it always you that says it's better to ask stupid questions than not ask at all and be lost? The only reason I seem so hesitant and question you so much is simply, so you understand that! I don't want you forcing yourself to do something, baby, so if you're committed then fine, I'll go along with it!"

"Thank you."

"Alright! Now, we need to move our asses! It's six thirty and classes start at seven-fifteen! We have forty-five minutes to get to school and get to our respective classes so let's shake a leg, baby!"

"Zashi-"

"You'll know when we start! I promise, you'll know! Now, come on, I'm not joking, we actually need to go!"

If he could possibly go back to that morning and punch himself in the face, he'd do it. In a goddamn heartbeat. It was almost cruel how his thoughts, his words were coming back to bite him in the ass viciously making him want to beg for someone, anyone, to slam their fist into his smug face. How confident he'd been that morning, 'how hard can it be' he'd said. How hard? Pretty damn hard. When he had brought it up that morning, he truly had been confident that he could handle something as simple as not going to the bathroom, drinking whatever Hizashi would give to him.

God, he hated how he'd been insanely smug that he had a strong enough bladder to handle something like this. He'd been one hundred percent confident that he wouldn't make a fool of himself, that he wouldn't be as desperate as the videos or the stories he'd dived into; there was no way, he'd let himself make a fool of himself like that. He wouldn't squirm, he would not shift on his feet, he would not fidget, and he wouldn't hold himself like a five-year-old.

He set those rules for himself long before they even considered starting the intake of liquids. He had been a mug bastard, practically drowning in his confidence that morning but when lunch rolled around, he realized he was actually fucking himself over. Bad. That entire morning Shouta's routine hardly differed from any other morning; he conducted his homeroom class, he went through the lessons, he got them ready for any activities before lunch, and he had shooed them away when that bell did ring.

The only difference is once that bell rang to signal lunch, he didn't go to the bathroom like he would any other day, rather he stayed at his podium while the students shuffled out, and he then broke out his sleeping bag like he would any other day happily. It was only as he was pulling it up to his waist that Hizashi waltzed into the room. It was a lazy stride that allowed his hips to sway subtly at him, the movement mesmerizing as it always was, that it had properly distracted him until a cup was being placed onto his desk.

And his heart rate flew through the roof. He accepted it with a grumble as the blonde then placed his bento on the desk, sitting on the chair placed on the other side that he used to place problem students; aka mostly Bakugo or Denki, eighty percent of the time it was Mineta, though Midoriya often found his way to the chair as well. It was like placing a child in the corner; his desk, that chair, were the things that the students wanted to avoid the most.

He wasn't above placing a student in the corner in a chair either; he'd done it before, and he would do it now. Though the sight of that cup had filled him with- what? Excitement? Anxiety? He hadn't been sure, but he chugged the drink, regretting it when the coffee scalded his throat and mouth from its heat, but he'd finished it in minutes with long, large gulps until it was gone much to the wide-eyed fascination, he got from Hizashi.

After the coffee was gone, he had then barked at Hizashi not to bother him as he pulled the sleeping back up, zipped himself in. He then laid down behind his desk for a decent nap while the blonde chuckled at him in that fond way that got his stomach fluttering. Stupid. If he thought holding it that morning was a breeze, then he had descended into the first ring of Hell when he woke from that nap.

It wasn't exactly painful nor was it uncomfortable in a desperate way but rather when his eyes opened, he could feel the weight. The faint weight, the feeling of his bladder making itself known already. At the time he had scoffed under his breath, chastising himself mentally, that this was nothing in the experience he'd had with having to hold on stakeouts or missions though there was something different about it.

It was a quiet urge, a little whisper in his mind, that maybe he should go. Get to the bathroom and relieve himself before the pressure becomes too much for him to handle. He, of course, ignored it. It wasn't too much at the time, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle, and so he soldiered on. And then Hizashi gave him another cup. And another cup. Three cups in an hour alone. They weren't all coffee, the second one being an iced coffee that the blonde had picked up for him.

His third was that coffee tumbler filled with water to wash it all down with which he didn't think twice about sipping on throughout the hour. And even then, he still had that damn confidence he could do it. That this wasn't a big problem, it wasn't hard like Hizashi had insisted it would. He was in fact so smug that he hardly thought when the blonde was swinging through the staff room where he ran to pick up the stack of homework he'd left behind, graded and ready to pass back, that a mug was pushed into his hand which he took with him.

He didn't think, he didn't question it, and rushed back to his class with the papers in hand. It was only when he sipped at it did, he realized it was a soda this time, but he hardly batted an eye as he sipped at it during the next hour. Didn't think at all. It was only now, in the present time, did he regret all of it. He hated that he had been so smug, hated that he had been cocky even to gulp down his coffees like that and chug the water down as he had with all the confidence in the world.

Like he could handle it. But God help him, he can't. Fuck, he can't handle this pressure, this liquid that seemed to be weighing heavily in his lower abdomen with each passing second. How he thought it'd be easy he had no clue. Hindsight really was a motherfucker, wasn't it? It was quiet in the classroom, silent even save for the scratch of pencils on papers and he was sure he was absolutely going to crumble any moment.

He stood behind his podium looking down at the most recent stack of homework that had been placed there. He feigned his disinterest, feigned the expressionless look he had day in and day out according to not only his students but Hizashi as well but internally? Oh, he was fucking screwed. He knew he was. That subtle weight of his bladder, the whispering urge that he'd felt earlier, wasn't whispering; it was telling him he needed to go. Now.

It was like the shrill scream of the schools fire alarm; it was telling him, not suggesting anymore. Not a subtle suggestion that he should maybe go but rather a howling, shrieking voice that told him to go now. Kink be damned, that it wasn't worth it, and he needed to fucking go. He needed to go now or the shaking of his legs wouldn't be the only thing he had to worry about. It was amazing how in the span of noontime to two in the afternoon.

With thirty minutes remaining in class, it was completely aweing how things got so fast so quickly. A pressure that had only built in his lower abdomen, a presence that promised it was only going to get worse from here on out. He struggled to keep his breaths even, to keep the next one from shaking on its way out just like he curled his left hand into a tight fist . Squeezing the pen in his hand clutching at it tightly until it trembled lightly.

Swallowing, fighting, and struggling against the urge to reach down and just give himself one squeeze. Some type of brief pressure to reassure himself he could do it. Just thirty minutes, that's all he had to get through, and he'd be homebound. His toes were curling and uncurling in his boots, wiggling sporadically with the urge to shuffle from foot to foot just to relieve the building pressure.

He fought that urge the best he could; he was thirty, he was a damn teacher, and he did not do a damn potty dance when he had to go. He never had, as far as he could remember, and he wasn't going to start now. He could feel sweat welling up on the back of his neck from the heat that threatened to rush up to his face at a moment's notice, the second he let his guard down, and he swallowed staring down at the paper before him, yet he couldn't focus on it.

Not even to grade it. He reached a shaking hand up to rub the back of it against his forehead hating the light, clammy sheen covering it as he dropped his hand quickly back to the podium as he flexed his fingers out a few times with a low breath leaving him despite his effort to keep them even. His gaze flicked to the clock; twenty-seven minutes. Jesus, it'd only been three minutes? He wanted to whine.

To whimper. To squirm, writhe, fidget and hold himself like a child until those light throbs stopped. He found himself swallowing again only the movement made him wince; as if his body was reacting to the heat in his neck, the sweat that was breaking out in a clammy sheen on his forehead and welling on his neck. Droplets welling and soaking into the fabric of his costume, his capture weapon.

And god, his throat was dryer than anything. He knew he wouldn't stand for that much longer, but the only solution was to drink from that tumbler. And he didn't want to. It wasn't smart. He heard a little sigh from one of the students before him, his gaze flicking up towards it with raised brows as he knew was expected of him, only to find not a change in any of the students before him. No eyes on him like he assumed.

His gaze then flicked to the tumbler sitting not inches away from his shaking hands. What did he do? Ignore the dryness and hold out until he was with Hizashi, until they were home, where he could sip on something and feel free to fidget all he wanted? Or did he take a sip now? Just one little sip? Fuck, fuck! He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, not when his legs trembled lightly with the urge to fidget.

To squirm in place with a growing insistence every damn second that passed by. And yet when he found himself swallowing again his hand made the choice for him; he put the pen down, reaching for the tumbler, lifting it up and sticking the hard plastic straw between his lips then sipping before he thought twice. Before he could actively stop himself. That one swallow turned into two. Then three. Then four.

And half a fifth did he stop when he was sure the liquid was nearing the bottom and the last thing, he wanted was for it to gurgle with his final sip. He placed it down swallowing the whimper that wanted to break out as he picked up the pen again with a shaking hand. He shouldn't have done that. Fuck, he was an idiot, but his throat had been dry so was it odd he took a sip? No. But five and a half sips?

That wasn't his damn intention, but he had been helpless to stop after the itch in his throat was made manageable by a rush of the liquid even if his mouth felt sticky and his throat unpleasantly thick from the soda. He needed water, he knew that, and he wanted a jelly pouch, but he wasn't going to move. Not one inch. He clenched his jaw when his bladder gave a throb, a warning, that he had just fucked himself.

Really fucked himself this time. He let his gaze fly to the clock again only to bite a groan; why was it going so slow? Why did it have to sluggish drag itself? Of course, it was much better knowing he only had to live through another twenty-four minutes. He could do that. He knew he could do that. And yet it was a wave of that urge, that order to go rather than a suggestion for him too, had his breath shaking out quietly to himself.

His thighs squeezed together tightly and his fingers squeezed the pen. The muscles trembled lightly from the tight press, waiting, waiting for it to pass. And it would. He knew it would as it wasn't the first time it happened, but it didn't make it any easier to suffer through it. His gaze dragged to the clock gritting his teeth as subtly as he could though he knew that if anyone could hear the movement it would be Jiro and he hated that his facade could be picked apart by one student's quirk.

It was hard to swallow it down. He wiggled his jaw side to side, teeth gnashing together as he tried to keep himself stiff through it. The wave, the desperation, lasted two whole minutes. Much longer than the other waves that had hit him earlier after he'd begun drinking that soda and if that meant anything it meant he was going to be in a much worse state by the time he got home. And he was confident, very confident, he could make it home.

He had too. There was so much at stake, so much he was risking by doing this, and they had started right at lunch with simple drinks with it being up to Shouta to hold it. It was like a chant, quiet in the back of his mind all morning, that he just had to hold it, hold it, hold it. A few more minutes he had to hold it. He wasn't sure what bothered him more. That he had suggested they work on it through the school day or the fact that he was struggling desperately, silently, in front of his students.

Probably that latter one. The only one who would even slightly have a clue something was wrong would, again, be Jiro. And he couldn't handle that thought either. But what did he do? He could be an adult, go to the bathroom now, and just start over when they get home. But that would be a whole morning and three hours down the drain. Literally. But this was inappropriate. It had to be. He had to go to the bathroom, he had to go now, and he was seconds from squirming in front of a room full of teenagers.

Seconds from acting now better than a five-year-old. He reached up rubbing the back of his hand against his clammy forehead again, letting out a soft sigh when he heard three chairs scraping back making him look up feeling such a strong wave of relief crash over him, he could have cried. He could have openly wept, thanking God himself for allowing the students to finally start finishing up.

The class ended soon but he had given those students permission to leave once they finished, which he was so, so glad he'd done. Ojiro, Todoroki and Ida. Three tests in his hand. Another throb. He gestured with his head for them to leave which they walked back to their desk for their bags, pencils being thrown in, and then three teens were out the door in the blink of an eye only for two more chairs to scrape backwards. He had to swallow from shouting out loud at the absolute relief, the gratefulness that seemed intent on choking him

Come on, just hold it. This isn't- It's not so bad. I- Is this actually the first time? Have I-? Stop! Stop thinking about it! Focus on holding it. Hold it, just hold it a little long. Holditholditholditholdit HOLD IT DAMMIT! Don't think about it. Stop fucking thinking about it!

He took the tests from Yaoyorozu and Ashido, tearing himself from his thoughts while adding them to the stack when seconds later another chair screeched with a bag being plucked up as his eyes flew over to Uraraka walking over with her test stretched out for him to take from her fingers. He's going to make it. He could make it. His legs were shaking much like his hands, his heart thudding quickly with those emotions strangling him when a few more chairs screeched back; it was Sero and Kirishima, Jiro right behind them.

He accepted all three of those tests silently, hoping the tremble wasn't as noticeable due to the flexing movement which he hoped worked. They didn't look shaky to him when he accepted them, but you never know how observant teens can be at the moment. He placed them onto the pile only for all three to begin whispering long before they even reached the door, but Shouta didn't care one bit; he wanted all his students out, out, out, out now before he broke. Before he couldn't hide it anymore.

He shouldn't've done this. Really. He shouldn't have. He stiffened when his hips squirmed, his breath hissing in quietly as he forced himself to stop, only for that sound of chairs screeching against the floor. Four if he counted right. Shoji, Hagakure, Tokoyami and Koda. Leaving. Walking out. The door grinding open and shut. His eyes flicked to the clock then to the seats in front of him and he had to close his eyes for just a moment as he lifted a hand up to rub at his temples, to wipe away the clammy sheen that seemed insistent on forming again and again. Sixteen minutes. Seven students.

Come on, Aizawa, you can handle a little fucking bit of this. It's fine I know I can- Nghn, it hurts. It- Fuck, I didn't think it could- Not pain? Pressure? God, I just need to get out of here. Out of sight. I can go when I get home. Zashi will get me there so just hold it. Keep it under control, deep breaths, don't think about it! God, how full can a bladder even get? Can it- No, no, stop! STOP!

He hated that he felt close to jiggling on his feet, fighting the urge to bounce on his toes as he forced his breathes to come in and out slowly, to let his chest expand slowly with each breath had he wrangled with the impatience swimming through his chest intensely. How did it seem to be getting worse with every second? How was it becoming so unbearable so fast? It didn't hurt, it wasn't pain, not yet but rather a very obvious discomfort that made him want to bounce, squirm, writhe and grip himself like a goddamn child.

Knowing the more he thought about it the harder it was to keep up his calm facade and the more he tried not to think about it did it seem to flood every corner of his mind. Ironic, wasn't it? The harder you tried not to think about something the more present it was. His throat was dry again, dammit. There was exactly half a sip left in his cup. He wasn't going too. Not again. It was too soon. He couldn't. He opened his eyes, dropping his hands when he heard that scraping of chair legs against linoleum prompting him to look up.

Three. Asui, Aoyama, Bakugo. He accepted the papers from the three, listening to the light tapping of shoes against the floor, the grinding of the door opening and shutting behind them. A singular chair followed surprisingly, and he had to keep from shouting for them to please, please hurry as he accepted the test from Mineta. Could they tell? He hoped to God they didn't. There had to be something in his face, irritation, anger, something that made Mineta scurry out the door.

He clenched his jaw tightly in an effort to keep from slipping. Could he get away with crossing his legs? Just a bit? But fuck, it would be too obvious. He couldn't let them, let alone his coworkers see him in such a state that he willingly put himself in. Why? Why did he suggest doing it now? What the fuck had he been thinking? Fuck, when was the last time he even had to piss this bad? He can't remember. Can't and won't.

His thighs clenched together, his hips squirming side to side again until he forced himself to stop once again swallowing another groan as he ground his teeth together hard. Gnashing them, really. He had put so much confidence in himself, had assured Hizashi over and over he knew what he was getting into, but he didn't know how bad it would feel. How desperate, how his bladder ached and cramped with the urge to just go already dammit, but he held it back.

Not one thing he read up on, not one video, honestly betrayed how bad it would get nor did it ever explain how he would cramp, how his bladder seemed to spasm and contract with the urge until he was close to whimpering at the waves of desperation and urgency through him. He hadn't been aware he was letting his gaze stare down sightlessly, staring at the papers beneath his hand yet not seeing them. His brain couldn't focus on it.

He heard a few chairs scrape forcing him to blink as he looked up holding his hand out for the tests from Sato and Midoriya and Hitoshi. One more, one more, one more. Denki was sitting at his desk, brows tight together, and Shouta was suffering every single time that pencil tapped on the paper as he looked to the clock. Eleven minutes. Come on, come on, come on, come on! He felt like he was going to burn a hole into the poor teen with how intensely he stared at him, willing him to please hurry, just once to rush through his test.

He didn't even care if it was wrong or right, he just needed him to be done. He had pinched his lips together tightly to fight down that whimper that was clawing at his throat, his vocal cords nearly trembling to vocalize it, and he was helpless to stop his hips from squirming side to side again, his thighs from rubbing together before clenching together as he squeezed his hands into tight fists.

It always took Denki a little longer to complete his tests, something Shouta could understand given his own husband was the same way in high school and college, but Jesus Christ he wanted to leave. He didn't have a clue where his feet would take him the moment he had his things together; if he'd be running to find Hizashi or running for the nearest bathroom. He didn't know. They were going to take him somewhere and he would be grateful no matter where they took him if it just got this pressure out of him already.

He had thought, genuinely, that it wouldn't be this hard. That he wouldn't find it this difficult. But he was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong he was fucking wrong, and he'd let Hizashi say 'I told you so' however many times he wanted tonight, tomorrow, the day after, the next week, month he didn't care because the blonde was right. He was wrong. Hizashi was right. How did he know it would be hard? Was it the same research that told him it would be? Or did he personally kno-

He twitched at the chair screeching against the floor as he looked up feeling such an intense wave of hope, of such relief that he nearly gasped when Denki walked over holding his paper out and he reached out plucking it from Denki's fingers placing it onto the pile. He was so close, soclosesoclosesoclose, come on, a little more-! "Um, Aizawa-sensei?"

What? Was he being talked to? He blinked staring at the blonde teenager as he pressed his hands to the podium. "What."

"How soon do you think the tests will be graded?"

Oh, Jesus Christ kill him now. "I don't know. They get graded when they get graded, Kaminari. You'll have them back in a few days. Now, why don't you go join your classmates?"

"Do you think, depending on my test score, that it would be alright if I came over and, uh, studied with Hitoshi?"

Yesyesyesyes, he can, he can if he would just GO AWAY-

"Yes! Now go, I'm sure they're waiting for you out there or in the common room of your dorms. It's rude to keep people waiting, Kaminari." He huffed the words with as much of his usual tone, a gruff tiredness, that he could possibly possess though he knew the sheen on his forehead was gathering already as he turned away scooping up both stacks of papers.

He turned his back on Denki knowing it could backfire on him horribly, yet he couldn't care. He needed to get ready, he needed to be ready, because he needed to go, go, go, go. His hands were shaking as he stuffed the papers into his computer bag, his sleeping bag rolled up on the floor next to his desk making him want to personally slam his fist into his own face. Again. Why did he put it there? Why didn't he think? Why wasn't he thinking today?

Why wasn't he considering how his actions would impact his future self until it was too late? He looked over his shoulder at Denki who was swaying on his feet. "What else could you possibly need, Kaminari?"

"I- Bakugo was supposed to talk to you about it. I was wondering if maybe sometime soon you could come in and help us practice a bit? We started those electrical blasts, the ones you saw last time, and we've been working on them so we just wanted you to see how it's coming along, and I was wondering if you could possibly give us a time or something where you can?"

Fuck, fuck, what did he say? He couldn't focus. It all went in one ear and flew right out the other. "I'll let you know, Kaminari. You're in my house as often as I am, you're in my class, and I know where your dorm happens to be. I can't give you an answer now, but I can easily hunt you down later. Now go, I have things to do that don't involve standing around all day babbling. That's what your classmates and friends are for."

With that the blonde spun on his heels rushing for the door after Shouta waved his hand at him, the door grinding open, then sliding shut with the sound of feet rushing away. He was alone. Alone, to squirm. To writhe, to rock, and fidget and whimper to himself yet he was staring at his sleeping bag intensely wanting nothing more than to just slam his face into a wall. The desk. His own hand preferably.

It was a wave, a sudden spasm that crested into a contraction that tore his gaze away as he gasped bending over instinctively, now that he didn't have to keep himself up straight, and his hand flew down to grip and squeeze tightly at his crotch as his legs were finally allowed to cross. Trembling lightly, he squeezed his legs together, his face burning as his hair huffed out of him. Bad, bad, bad. This is bad.

He needed to get home. Now. Or a bathroom. Somewhere, he just had to be anywhere but here. He groaned as he braced his left arm onto the desk burying his face into it, squeezing himself tight, tight, tight as his hips rocked back and forth as if to soothe the waves of desperation, the urgency, somehow. It was never ending. It felt like it wasn't going to stop until he gave in. He whimpered against his arm, his hips shaking, abandoning the slow sway he'd started with as he struggled to control it.

Squirming, rubbing his thighs together as he gnashed his teeth together. To ride the wave out until it ended. He tensed when he heard the door sliding open behind him, praying, praying that it wasn't a student coming back for something they forgot. He froze his hips as he clenched his jaw strangling the new whimper that was scraping in his throat to come out as the door slid shut. "Shouta? Sho, you okay?"

Hizashi. He lifted himself up with that whimper flying out of him, no longer scraping and clawing its way out, as he looked over his shoulder at the blonde feeling his face finally burn with the blush that had been waiting in his neck this whole time as he gasped when the wave cramped making him bend over again. The feet rushed over to him, hands touching his back gently rubbing up and down instinctively.

He e looked up at the blonde, his hand squeezing tightly at himself until a burst of pain radiated out from the fierce grip making him groan softly as he squirmed. "Zashi, help me! Get me out of here, I need- I have to go! I have to go now! Help me get home! I can't- It's too much! Don't let me do it here, Zashi! Please, don't let it be here!"

"It won't, Sho! It won't, I won't let that happen! Come on, you have all your stuff together?" He nodded with a whine sliding out of him as he was pulled up straight, his legs fidgeting as he squirmed on his feet side to side as he watched Hizashi bend down scooping up his sleeping bag and grabbing his computer bag off of the desk to sling over his shoulder joining his own.

His free hand was then grabbed tightly by his husband's, fingers weaving into his own as he squirmed. Strangely enough, there was a pink blush spreading across the blonde's cheeks as he squeezed Shouta's hand tightly, his fingers shaking as he squeezed back, and he whimpered when the blonde began tugging him forward in a brisk walk that he struggled to keep up with. "You can walk, right?"

"Yes!"

"Do you think you can run? I have the car waiting by the front gate, do you think you can make it that far?"

"Yes! Just go! Go, go, go!"

He knew if another heard him crying out in such a way it'd get him double looks; shock, awe, and surprise is what it would earn him, but he couldn't focus on controlling his voice nor on how it would sound as he released his tight grip on his crotch in favor of running with Hizashi. He was dragged forward, the classroom door flying open, and he was flying over the threshold into the hallway with his hand in Hizashi's as that urgency pulsed within him threatening to cripple him at a moment's notice.

Why did he think it was a good idea? He ran with Hizashi, fast as he dared until he was flying forward side by side with the blonde rather than lagging behind and that alone was far more agonizing than just standing still. And yet he movement felt good as it allowed him to focus on something else and it seemed impossible to focus on that urgency when he was running. He knew he had to look like a mad man running with Hizashi like the damn school was on fire and that fire was right under their asses, but it wasn't far from the truth.

There was a fire under his ass to get home, to get anywhere that wasn't here a second longer. His breath scraped down his dry throat painfully making each swallow a burst of pain that felt akin to needles and glass ripping his throat apart but he could hardly care as they were approaching the stairs and he felt tears pricking at his eyes as they flew down them, each hit jostling his bladder in one of the most unpleasant sensations he'd ever felt in his life.

However, it was faster, much faster than waiting for an elevator. He slammed his feet down quickly as they flew around corners to a new staircase until he was gasping wildly hoping, hoping, that they'd make it. At least to the car. He hated the thought of losing it there but God he'd rather it be where no one could see him rather than in front of the school or inside of it where eyes would fall on him.

The last thing he needed was rumors and stories going around about Eraserhead, Shouta Aizawa, pissing himself in public. He was flying after his husband, faster until he had to catch his footing on the third set of stairs they flew down, his legs crossing as he stumbled and he gasped as he caught his footing just as his husband turned to him, his free hand shooting out to push him. Go, go, go!

He flew down the stairs with him, the hits jostling his bladder near painfully making him whimper under his breath as they twisted around the final corner of that last staircase, the last one, last one. He flew down the steps with his hand clutching at Hizashi's, tightly as they flew out the doors into the hallway and he raced with the blonde as they ran. It was hard, so hard to run when he felt his bladder squeezing and cramping insistently yet it was bearable as long as he was in motion.

While he was moving it was keeping back those cramps that would have him bent over. The slamming thuds of boots on the linoleum tiles was loud as they flew down the hallway just in time to see Nemuri's head pop out. Her eyes widened when she started stepping out slightly over the threshold of the staff room, her lips parting to speak no doubt but Hizashi was shrieking at her. "Move! Move, Nem! Move, move! We have to go! Move!"

His screams rang off the hallway's walls painfully as they flew past the staff room, the sound of feet rushing towards the door making his face burn when he heard not only Nemuri calling out behind them but Yagi as well and as much as he wanted to look over his shoulder he couldn't. He shouldn't. He was gasping as he was yanked out the front doors of the school, the voices shouting for them from behind nearly made him stumble but he couldn't afford to.

If he fell right now, if his stomach or any part of his lower waist hit the ground that would be it. He'd lose the grip of control he had, and he'd piss himself. Not happening. It was not happening. Yet his bladder spasmed, the idea of letting it go making him gasp as his free hand flew down squeezing tightly. He didn't care if anyone saw it, didn't care if it was obvious just where they had to go, he just needed to hold it back. "Hizashi! I can't-!"

"Come on, Sho! You held it this long, just a few more minutes! I promise, we'll get there, and we'll be home in seconds!" Hizashi shouted back at him as he was slowing ever so sli9ghtly only to be yanked forward forcing himself to run despite the shake that was beginning to radiate down his legs again.

It was a strange sensation; like he was sloshing with ever step that sent a throb up to his bladder, every drop making itself known as the liquid from those sips in the classroom seemed to pool right into his bladder making him whine as the gate came into view. An unbearable pressure that throbbed each time his feet slammedo n the ground and he was dying. One wrong move, one wrong action, and he was going to lose it. And god, as much as he didn't want it in public, there was nothing he wanted more.

He wanted to go so badly he could feel the sweat gathering on his head, his palm felt slick against Hizashi's and it was beading on his neck as he ran with the blonde. God, if he could just go it wouldn't feel so bad. He just- Fuck, he needed to stop thinking. Stop eyeing the area around him as if it were an oppurtunity to have Hizashi hide him as he finally let himself piss. He just needed to go.

He looked up as they rushed to the gates, his heart flying with hope at the sight of their car. It sat there, rumbling quietly, waiting for them. A safe haven as he forced his legs to move faster until he was flying like he was in the hallways and he could hear Hizashi panting next to him just as fast, just as ragged as the car came closer, closer, closer. He could have sobbed when they flew past the gate entrance, his hand being used like a rope as he was flung forward around the front of the car.

Hizashi was throwing open his door climbing into the seat as he yanked open his own door so hard it buckled on the hinged threatening to swing shut. He threw himself into the car slamming down in his seat and both doors were being slammed shut. He could hear his phone vibrating in the bag that Hizashi was throwing in the back with his own and the yellow sleeping bag, yet it didn't matter; they'd talk to Nemuri later, come up with a good explanation as to why they had torn through the school like that. But that was later.

"Go, go! Just fucking drive!" He shrieked at the blonde who had been pulling on his seatbelt only for it to refuse to slide out; the sound of it clunking as it refused to come out had him frantic and the blonde growled in frustration letting it hit the window as he let go.

He shifted the car into drive making his heart pound with how fast the car shot forward as the blonde slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. He was panting, squeezing himself tightly when a fresh wave slammed into him and he squirmed in his seat, thighs rubbing and clenching together tightly as his knees pressed together and his hips bounced trying to settle the wave the best he could.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, please! Please, Zashi! Faster! Drive faster!"

"Unless you want us to get pulled over I can't!" Hizashi was growling his words as he squeezed the steering wheel tightly when he reached up tugging the frames off of his face looking at Shouta and- oh. His pupils were blown wide, his cheeks were growing redder by the second as he gawked at the little movements he made.

He forced his gaze away as he pressed on the pedal despite his words as they flew down the road, his breaths coming in gasps that broke up with whimpers as he crossed his legs tightly. He hated it. It was too much; he had been too cocky and far too confident this morning and now here he was facing a desperation that was going nowhere but up. Three hours. How did it get so bad in three hours?

Was it because he began drinking? He started gulping down drinks like it was no one's business after holding it all morning long? Probably. He was shaking, bouncing in his seat whimpering under his breath with each wave, each throb his bladder gave that threatened to give out on him any moment. And that moment, in his mind, was soon. Very, very soon. "Jesus, Shouta! You're-!"

"I know! I know, I know!" He gasped out squeezing his legs, his hands, anything he could tighten on himself as he bounced slightly in his seat as if it would help anything when in reality, he knew it wasn't; it didn't help one bit, yet his brain convinced him that if he kept moving somehow, someway it'd be just as effective as the running.

He couldn't focus on a thing outside of the car, couldn't tell if they were closer to home already or not, if Hizashi was saying anything else as the car was spinning in a sharp wide turn that had several horns blaring though that was the least of his concerns. The movement, a sharp turn had him flying in his seat and he lost his tight grip. For just one second. Yet it was enough for a leak, a dribble really, and that was it.

That seal he hadn't known he'd been depending on was broken and it felt like his situation had been sitting at a very urgent eight shot right up to a hundred. He could feel every drop in his aching bladder rushing down making him wail out as he threw his other hand into his lap squeezing tightly to stop anything else from coming out, his husband jumping at the sound as he gasped feeling that unbearable pressure all coming to rest at the tip of his dick. Impatiently waiting, demanding, to be let out and he tried desperately to hold it back, but he was losing.

"Hizashi, hurry! Hurry, I can't-! It's coming out! I can't hold it!"

"Hold it, Sho! Hold it, the house is right there!"

Was the blonde getting off on it? Was that even possible? He peeked at the blonde as he panted, squeezing himself tightly to the point of near pain yet it was hardly a problem at the moment when the internal pressure was so great that his eyes were watering. Hizashi's face was a deep red, his eyes flicking to Shouta again and again then back to the road in restlessly movements and he swore his saw the blonde's own thighs squeezing together a few times.

He groaned when a wave of that urgent desperation washed right over him distracting him as he bent forward slightly. Curling in on himself. Squirming desperately, pressing down on his crotch he knew it wasn't going to work. It was right there and he can only do so much. Only hold it so long before his bladder decided enough was enough. He whimpered in that high, despairing way when a spurt of urine shot out of him despite his tight grip and he curled tighter into himself squeezing tight, tight, tight trying hard to keep it back.

"Come on, baby, just two seconds! Two seconds, baby, and we'll be inside! Keep holding it!"

"I can't!" He screamed at his husband, his throat straining with the intensity of it while squirming in his seat when another, longer spurt shot out wetting his boxers just a bit but it was enough to feel and he moaned as they spun into the driveway, screeching up before stopping making him rock in his seat.

The keys were ripped out of the ignition after the car was turned off and he uncurled himself to throw open his door moving one leg out and throwing himself to his feet as fast as he could only to buckle over with a cry leaving him when all that liquid seemed to press and throb until he was sure the tip of his dick was burning with the pent up piss begging to come out. How did he think this would ever be hot?

How was it erotic to anyone? He couldn't see the answer as he ran around the car as fast as he possibly could though it felt much too slow as he rushed forward as Hizashi climbed out of the car slamming his door shut, flew up the walkway to the front door only to drop those damn keys. He ran up behind him, shamelessly squirming as he gripped himself tightly when Hizashi bent down to pick up the keys, picking out the house key though his fingers were shaking and he was missing the lock. How the fuck is he missing it? He needs to get it open right fucking now-!

"Open the fucking door, Hizashi!"

"I'm trying!" He shrieked back at Shouta only for a look of regret to wash over his face as he looked over his shoulder when Shouta gasped bending slightly at the waist once again, his attention flying to a splattering sound hitting the ground making his face flame with color.

He could see the piss running down Shouta's hands in thin streams that dripped down to the little splash mark on the concrete from a strong gush no doubt and if he thought for even a moment that Shouta was desperate it was nothing. Absolutely nothing compared to the antsy manner in which he bounced from foot to foot, his face such a brilliant red with few droplets of sweat rolling down those red cheeks like the effort was impacting him physically now.

The awe, the strangely mesmerized look on his husband's face as he squirmed and shook his hips, trembling as he tried desperately to hold on. A few more seconds, that's all he needed but his bladder cramped angrily at him. A spasm maybe? He didn't know but God it was awful .His hands were wet, his heart was pounding and he whimpered when a look of regret washed over his husband's face as tears welled in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Shouta, I didn't mean to yell at you like that-"

"Please, just get it open! Get it open, Zashi! I don't want to piss myself out here, not where people can see- No! No, no, no!" His voice was an absolute rasping mess from the screaming, he couldn't help it; he was a thirty-year-old man, a prohero, who was about to piss himself and his husband was getting off on it.

Getting off on it so hard he was surprised he didn't realize why it was put on the damn list to begin with. 'Just curious about it' his ass. His hands were wet, the crotch of his costume was soaked beneath his palms but it was enough of a tease. Knowing it was damn inevitable what was going to happen and the warmth of the spot had his muscles quivering, threatening to give out on him. His bladder insisting it couldn't hold anymore.

He squeezed himself tightly, gasping out as his thighs squeezed together only for a whimper to fly out of him when another jet gushed out of him splattering to the ground making him gasp as he looked up at his husband who was frozen. "Get it open, dammit! Hurry up! Get that fucking door open or I'll never listen to you and do this again! Ever! If you let me piss myself outside-!"

The blonde turned twisting the key he'd been holding limply in the lock then slammed the door open hard, the sound it made as it bangs off the wall rang out causing the skittering of several cats to run from the sound and he knew he'd feel like shit about it later but like with the Nemuri thing that was later. He rushed forward only to buckle over with a cry as piss gushed down his hands to the ground, the splatter making his face burn hotly yet it was nothing to the feeling of it streaking down his shaking legs wetting the fabric.

Pooling into his boots just enough to soak his socks and he couldn't move. That was the awful knowledge, a fact that slammed itself into him as he gasped in his breaths, tense and trembling. He couldn't move.

"Sho, come on! The tub remember? We said we'd use the tub and-!"

"Ican'tmove!"

"What?"

"I can't move!" He screamed those words raggedly, the hoarse quality to his voice helping nothing and he felt tears burning in his eyes from the sheer pain that was cutting through him as he stopped the gushing liquid the best he could, the muscles quivering and threatening to give out.

He couldn't move, he couldn't hold back another gush, and he was outside. Bad enough if the wet spots were still there when Nemuri and Eri showed up he'd have to come up with a good lie as to what it was and that had his face burning hotly, his cheeks throbbing from the intensity, but he just needed one solution. He needed to move but he couldn't. If he moved his legs, took one damn step, that would be it.

Nothing would stop it, nothing he did would keep it back, and he'd die of embarrassment. He squirmed looking up at Hizashi, his breaths rasping out of him quickly as he squeezed his hands tightly against himself with a whimper as the blonde stared down at him with wide, smoldering eyes that had pupils so blown wide he wondered how his irises were still visible."I can't move, Zashi, I can't- It's gonna come out and I can't stop it, I can't- It's too much! I can't hold it anymore! And- Hizashi!"

He shrieked his husband's name as he was lifted up into a bridal hold, the quick movements startling a spurt out of him, and he groaned at just how wet his clothing felt. He was hoping to God Hizashi didn't get wet, didn't get even slightly damp from touching him. He then felt Hizashi flying forward, kicking the door shut with a thunderous slam as he ran down the hallway, his boots thumping against the floor as he squeezed Shouta's legs together tightly making him whimper wordlessly.

The sound was rough, hoarse just like his voice had been, and he shoved his hands down tightly gripping himself trying, trying, trying in vain to hold it a few seconds longer as they flew through the kitchen. He squeezed his eyes shut as the blonde ran down that short hallway to their bedroom flying across the floor with fast, uneven breaths of his own. He whimpered loudly when the blonde ran around the bed, stumbling over his feet.

His bladder was spasming, contracting and pushing little spurts out with each wave as he whimpered only to yelp when he felt himself slid slightly in the blonde's grip only for it to be readjusted tightly to keep him from hitting the floor. "It's okay, Sho, it's okay, it's okay! Almost there, baby, almost there!"

It was like a snap. His bladder was pulsing, the pressure was too much, and he felt his muscles give out. He gasped in, the air rasping down his throat only for the little spurts to gush out of him and as hard as he tried he couldn't stop it. Couldn't hold it a second longer. He cried out jerking as if to twist out of the blonde's arms as if to get away. To avoid getting him wet. He could feel the leaks grow stronger, no longer spurts or jets but rather a stream gushed out of him.

A whimper flew out of him as the stream hissed loudly through the fabric of his costume making him jerk in the blonde's arms as the sound of the piss splattering to the floor as the blonde ran for the shower rang out. He hardly felt it when he was placed in the tub, couldn't focus on it as his gasps ringing back at him from the walls with a tiny quality to them as he moved his hands away from his crotch.

They weren't doing a damn thing to stop it. And then the relief. Oh, the relief. He let his head fall back, groaning as he slid his hands along his thighs, soaked from his piss and trembling lightly. He placed them on the edge of that little wall, slipping slightly as he panted quickly with a whimper breaking out of him at the sound of his stream hissing out of him urgently, desperately with a strength he couldn't help but shudder at. It felt good.

He twitched as he moaned loudly once it registered to his brain, finally, finally, that he was getting the relief he wanted for the past three hours. A relief he wanted so badly in those final minutes. A relief that was so good, so damn amazing, that he could hear his moans raising higher with shaking sighs flying out of him. He could feel his stream soaking the fabric of his thighs, gushing down into the tub as he shifted on his knees, but he could hardly care.

It was easy to ignore that strange embarrassment that insisted he was wetting costume; the wet feel of the fabric should have been off putting, shame inducing, but God he could think around it. He was too focused on rushing urine that seemed just as desperate as he had been to get out. He whined when a glance down had him catching sight of his stream spurting through the fabric of his costume as it hissed before he shakily sighed. Groaning becausefuck if it didn't feel good and he couldn't bear the thought of stopping.

He let his head raise just enough to find Hizashi hovering in front of him, his smoldering gaze watching greedily; gawking shamelessly as Shouta breathed shakily, his lashes drooping slightly as he stared up at the blonde who was squatting down in front of him. He pushed just a bit with his muscles, grunting quietly when the stream that had been quieting hissed loudly for a moment with the new pressure being added.

The blonde was watching with such raw fascination that he couldn't help the little lazy smirk from pulling up at the corner of his lips. He could feel his bladder draining, eager to push out every last drop that had been tormenting him since noontime. Moaning out softly at another wave of relief washing over him leaving him euphoric as he stared at Hizashi who was gripping the edge of the tub with a white knuckled grasp.

He wanted to lean forward, to say something the blonde, yet he found himself leaning backwards thudding against the wall, his legs moving underneath him awkwardly until he was able to press his boots to the wall of that ledge, his legs spread, and he could hear each of those shaking sighs and breathless moans leaving him. Knew they were tormenting Hizashi in a delightful way, he just knew it.

It should have been embarrassing, his shaking, breathless noises mixing with the hissing piss soaking his costume but it wasn't, wasn't, wasn't. It was like finally breathing after being underwater so long. Euphoric. Greedy. He almost wished those feelings never stopped as he shivered at the force of his stream that was jetting out of him and it was almost too much to have those green eyes on him watching every second of it. God, it was so, so unbelievably good. I

It took quite a bit, his bladder deflating in such a pleasurable way he couldn't help but sigh even as he felt his stream weakening, his piss to gushing downwards pooling under his ass rather than underneath his shins, but he didn't mind. How could he when he was finally letting it out? When that pressure wasn't tormenting him anymore? He wanted to place his hands on the floor of the shower but given how wet it was he didn't think that was a good idea even if his hands were soaked from his piss and so he rubbed his wet thighs with a low breath.

After it had gone strong for what felt like years, hours, it was finally weakening enough that he was almost disappointed; it felt so good, so euphorically amazing that he didn't want it to stop. Now that he had finally let it happen once, he had entered the tub after fighting it the whole day, the whole chaotic ride home, it felt almost unfair that he was almost done. He shifted slightly, his boots rubbing against the wall managing to squeak lightly making his cheeks flare.

He pushed with his muscles again with another grunt to get those final dribbles out of him when those green eyes flickering up to his face, though he could hardly care by this point. He really, really couldn't. Some part of his brain was merely happy and relieved that he'd at least made it home. Sure, he started slipping on the way home, but he got here before he did it anywhere else. He let out a long sigh letting the back of his head thud against the shower wall as the stream petered out before slowing to a few weak spurts until even that was done.

Such a strange feeling going from being so full all day, to living around such agonizing pressure and to be left empty was an absolute weightless feeling. As if he had just chucked off a heavy weight, he hadn't known had been weighing him down. He could hear a very, faint gurgling from the drain due ro the little weak dripping of his piss draining down into it, his face hot as he shifted only for his boots to slide against the wall making his own back slide against the wall. He sucked in a hissing breath that had those smoldering eyes blinking before focusing on him.

Really focusing. Hands came up to rub at eyes fiercely, black nails glittering at him as they managed to catch the light, and he swallowed as he tried to ignore how soaked he felt. How his costume stuck to him like glue while unpleasantly growing chillier with the passing seconds, his lifting from his wet thighs though he had nowhere to put them and he sure as hell wasn't going to reach out to grab Hizashi when they were just as wet with piss as the rest of him. Even if he knew the answer, knew it given he heard it, he couldn't stop his lips from moving as his thought flew right out of him.

"I made a mess, didn't I?"

"It's- It's fine, Sho! You made it home, I got you here, and that's all that matters! I don't care if you pissed a whole fucking trail to the bedroom, you got home, and that's all that matters."

He took a deep breath to steady himself, his fingers scrubbing roughly at his eyes before dropping them to stare at Shouta. Those pupils were still huge, the arousal and that familiar lust still darkened them though the blonde's brows were tugged tightly together as he flexed his fingers out slightly as if to reached towards him before gripping at the edge again, fighting that urge down.

"Are you okay? Is- I mean, are you really okay, Shouta? That was pretty fucking intense for a first-time experience! I honestly shouldn't have given you soda on top of two cups of coffee that you fucking downed and then the water- Ugh, I'm awful! We should have just done it at home where you would have been fine holding it until then I know you would have, and yet I listened to you and let you fucking chug coffee and soda knowing it goes straight to your bladder faster than fucking water does! Are you okay? I didn't- I don't think anyone knows but are you alright?"

Was he alright? He felt weightless, he felt so much of that euphoric relief that he felt disconnected from his body in some moments but painfully aware in others. It was like he could think again now that the desperate urge was gone, and he blinked lazily at the blonde before a little twitch had him blinking before looking down curiously. Like his body, his own reactions, weren't his own and he took a breath as his legs spread a touch wider, just enough to really gawk down at himself as he took a moment to realize that-

"'m hard."

"What?"

'I'm hard."

He looked up just in time to watch green ones flick down before they lifted up to his own, the red blush on Hizashi's face looked positively radioactive when he shifted forward ignoring the way his boots slid and managed to squeak lightly against the shower floor as he leaned forward. He lifted his hands instinctively only to drop them to the edge of the tub, gripping it tightly as he peeked over it curiously watching Hizashi shift on his feet to snap his thighs shut despite his squatting position and yet he still saw. He still knew.

"You're hard too. I get that you like it, whether you wanna admit it or not, but why am I? Is it- I don't really get it. All because it felt good?"

"Did it feel that good? Good enough to get hard?"

He blinked at the whispered questions then felt his next breath hitch inwards when he realized just how close Hizashi was leaning to him, watching those blonde lashes fluttering in little movements as those eyes flickered over his face no doubt and he felt his heart thud against his chest again. A hard one-two that kickstarted a frantic, pounding pace it had adopted from all that running, all that panic in the car, and yet there wasn't a trace of that urgency nor of that anxiety that it would bite him in the ass.

Not now. He wished he could touch the blonde, reach out and grab his coat yet he refused. God, he'd absolutely die if he got anything on that leather coat somehow or even transferred a faint scent of piss to it. He couldn't do that. But Hizashi had asked him a question, his eyes burning at him with curiosity. Arousal. Excitement. Though he did have a few questions himself he knew just where to start off.

"It- Hmm. It was hard. Really hard like you said. Not, um, not pissing myself but holding it. Especially during that last hour before you walked in. It was like pressure that just kept building and building. It was annoying. I had things to do yet all I could think about was how much I needed to go, whether it was home or the bathroom, I just wanted to leave. And it felt heavy. Really heavy. I didn't- Are bladders supposed to contract like that? Spasm? I've never actually let it get that bad before. Is that normal?"

"I think so. After all, your bladder was already full, baby. There's only so much a bladder can hold without it hurting and you had not only been holding since this morning but like I said you drank two cups of coffee, a cup of water, and a cup of soda in the span of like two hours. Two and a half maybe? I don't know but that's a lot to drink when you're already holding it."

He paused then looking away from Shouta, those eyes flicking down to his hands and he wanted to stop the blonde from doing what he knew he was about too, his lips parting yet the blonde still reached out touching the backs of his hands, weaving their fingers together making him frown. His hands were damp, there was no way Hizashi didn't feel it, but he didn't seem to care. Why didn't he care?

His hands were covered in piss and that alone should be disgusting enough the blonde shouldn't want to touch him. But he'd been aroused in the car, hadn't he? Been turned on this whole time despite the panic? The desperate focus on getting home this whole time he'd been aroused, hadn't he? "But you could be hard because it just feels good, and your body is sending all kinds of mixed signals. It had to have felt really damn good for you to get hard after that."

"It did, you have no fucking clue." He couldn't stop the way those words sighed out of him, colored with the relief that still floated through him, yet he watched the blonde's Adam's Apple bob in a swallow that gained his attention, and he lifted his gaze back to his husband's face knowing his next words needed to be crucial. Honest. "You know, if you like this thing we can try again. Tonight. I don't mind starting over in a calmer situation."

"Wait, what?"

He paused for a second to swallow wondering how he could make something like needing to go to the bathroom sound sexy to his husband who was staring at him with a wide-eyed look. A near hopeful one. "I don't think it would hurt. I could just drink as much as possible, hold it, and it'd be the same effect just without holding it all day long. Because-Because like you said I made it home. I got here, didn't I? I held it that long even if I lost it when we got here, I still made it."

"You made it, baby, and I'm fucking proud of you, you know that? You held it all the way home and that's pretty fucking impressive!"

One more swallow on his part, Hizashi's lips parting slightly. "I didn't think it'd feel so good. Not sexually, I don't think I got off from that, but being able to just go after holding it so long? Feels fucking good."

"Shouta, you don't have to do that. I don't want you to get an infection or-"

"I want too. You clearly like this shit, Zashi, so why not do it again? It won't be as bad and if I do for some reason have some kind of negative impact I can see a doctor, it won't look odd given what I do for a line of work. It wouldn't be hard to explain that much if I said I didn't have bathroom options on a mission or stakeout." He then squeezed his hands lightly leaning in letting that lazy grin curl over his lips when he leaned in kissing his husband's hot cheek, the blush positively burning beneath his lips, as he lingered there.

"Shouta, you really don't have to worry about doing it again! You might hurt yourself by doing it back to back like that."

"But you didn't get to enjoy it like you wanted. Don't you want to watch me? See me squirm around and hold myself like I was? Don't you want to see that happen progressively? Don't you want to make me piss myself like you said this morning before we got into work?"

"Sho!"

"I'll be okay, Zashi. So, let's try again? We'll give it a few hours, we have time after all, and even if it isn't as much as that it'll still be good, won't it? I don't mind. It was embarrassing being in front of others, embarrassing outside, but I could handle that. Besides, you get the free reign to say 'I told you so' for as long as you want. Because you were right." He then paused for a second pulling away just enough to look into his husband's red face. "How long have you been into this thing? I feel like I'm finding out all these things you're into and it's only recently they're coming to light. It makes me feel bad. Like I don't actually know what you do and don't like."

"Well, we are exploring these things and each other! Perhaps we're even exploring ourselves too! Figuring out who we are as people, the freaky shit we're into, and shit like that! It's never too late to discover those kind of things! I mean, you're doing things you never got to do and thought they'd be forever strictly fantasies, right? Well, the same for me, baby!"

Hizashi then took a moment to clear his throat before he watched those lips curl into an awkward little smile. As if he had caught his husband devouring a whole pack of oreos and had been caught by him donig so. He tilted his head, raising his brows at the blonde who fidgeted slihgtly in place. Oh? Was there more to this? How long had it been a fantasy? Was it recent? His husband's face was such a charming red, it was almost distracting when his husband spoke again.

"And I stumbled on it. Literally by pure fucking chance did it pop up after our first dive into Pornhub, remember? Well later that night I was looking over the list then looking up some inspiration for some of the kinks and I remembered that I already knew about omorashi, heard about it somewhere before only this time I could see just what it was when the video popped up on my screen and I clicked on it. Watched the whole thing."

"How many times?"

"...Three."

"And how many times did you jerk off to it?"

"Every single time I watched it."

"And I bet you've been having your little fantasies about it, haven't you? Used it as a source material in that freaky head of yours and so you wrote it down. But I saw how you reacted this morning. Like you were waiting for me to bring it up rather than you. Why? You haven't had a problem bringing anything else up no matter how flustered you got with the humping thing so why was this the one thing you didn't want to bring up on your own?"

"Sho, look what happened today! We both may have deep dived into research on it but were we really prepared for it? This isn't some cute little thing we're doing! None of it is! This, though, involves you literally pissing yourself! How could I expect anything when I've just recently got interested in this? I mean those videos dramatize everything and yet it turned out to be-be even better in reality!"

He got this dreamy look that had Shouta blinking at him when the blonde focused again, shaking the look away quickly and his lips trembled wordlessly as if he just realized what he'd said. Like his brain had clicked off for just a second only to reboot and process the words that just flew out of him. It felt strangely good. Prideful. Knowing he gave his husband something, did something, that made Hizashi look so dreamily happy. Then the blonde snapped out of it quickly.

"Worse! For you! I mean-"

"It's fine, Zashi, I won't say I find it hot or erotic, but I can admit it felt good to finally just go after holding it so long. I don't think it's for me, not at all, but if it's something you like even a little bit? Then I can make an exception. We can dabble in it once in a while, not every fucking time, but if the urge pop ups and you want too then I'll do it."

He then tilted his head shifting on his knees before looking down at his costume. He'd soaked it awkwardly, the shins weren't as wet as his thighs or knees were, but it was hard to deny that the whole bottom half was absolutely soaked through. He hated that but he hated it more that it smelled like piss though Hizashi had yet to say a word about the light smell that clung to his clothes or to his hands.

"Let's take a shower, okay? I feel wet and pretty fucking gross just sitting here in soaked clothes like five-year-old, so won't you shower with me? Because I got you wet when we were running in, right? I did, didn't I?"

"Doesn't matter one bit!" The words trembled with how fast the flew out as Hizashi jumped up out of his squat tugging Shouta up carefully, the floor of the shower may not be as wet as it was moments ago but his boots still slid just a bit against the floor of it and he clung to Hizashi who then smiled wider though it was a crooked little awkward thing that made his heart stumble at the sight.

"Bullshit. Did I get you wet, Zashi?"

"Sho, no matter how today would have ended, you need to know I don't care! It's just pee, baby, I don't give two shits about it! Besides, if anything, you could piss yourself on my lap and I'd still get off on it, honestly! So don't worry about it, because I'm not bothered by it! That type of thing was expected anyways! You couldn't hold it anymore, and honestly I'd rather you had just let go rather than possibly bordering on giving yourself a damn bladder infection."

He narrowed his eyes on Hizashi, sighing out when the blonde released his hands to reach up unwinding the capture weapon from around his shoulders and he merely held still while the blonde did so, climbing out of the tub when he was ushered forward by the blonde. His face burned with a fresh blush when his gaze fell to the floor inevitably to the splatters that formed a trail right to the tub, his embarrassment cresting up to choke him for just a moment.

It worsened when he saw the edge of Hizashi's shirt was wet. His pants even looked a little damp along his thigh though it had long since begun to dry and while it was only a little spot it still filled him with mortification as the blonde took his hands again coaxing him to the bedroom. Didn't his hands stink? Why did he keep grabbing them like that? Why was he letting him grab his hands? "Zashi, stop. My hands-"

"I just said I don't care, Sho! It's just piss! So fucking what? It's like any other damn liquid that can come out of you, so I don't care! I've known you too damn long to be squeamish about a little fucking piss on your hands." He then waited a moment while Shouta carefully slid his left foot out allowing Hizashi to bend down pulling the wet thing off, planting his damp foot down then repeated the process for his right foot.

"It's still gross, Zashi. I don't care if you don't care, it's piss on my hands, Zashi, and they're still wet. It's fucking gross and even if you don't admit it, you know it."

"But that's why we have soap and water, baby! To wash it off, so don't worry about it! And we're about to get into the shower anyways so what do I care? It's going to wash off one way or another, so don't think too much about it!"

"A normal person would think it's gross." Shouta mumbled the words fighting the urge to rub his pinky against the underside of his eye with the little itch that was building there, refusing to bring his hands anywhere near his face let alone his eyes but then Hizashi's awkward smile was curling into a smirk. A wide, amused smirk that had him rolling his eyes with a groan as the blonde pinched the zipper of his costume lightly.

"I know, I know. 'When have I ever been normal, Sho?' is what you're going to say but seriously, Zashi, it's weird and you know it. It's gross too. Even if you're acting devil may care to spare my feelings about it-"

"Shouta Aizawa, that had to be the highlight of my year! It was just as hot as anything else you do! Just as fucking erotic as when I came home, and you were dressed up like the perfect little kitten or with that sexy lingerie of yours or even how you let me tie you up with my amateur shibari skills! Baby, it's hot and I like it, so don't think about it! Hell, I don't know which one was hotter, me humping the shit out of you the other day or this. It's both so good that I could care less about whether you smell like piss or not."

He brought the zipper down his chest, over his stomach, down to his groin then releasing the zipper, humming quietly as Shouta shrugged his arms through the sleeves with a heavy sigh flying out of him, and the blonde helped the brunette pull the wet fabric off of his legs were the clung stubbornly. He tossed the fabric into the hamper, reaching over then to tug the soaked boxers down as well remembering only a second later about Shouta's claim and yet he was still taken by surprise at the sight of his erection though he didn't say a word about it. After all, he was no better.

"Just relax, baby, and I'll take good care of you tonight. You had a long, wild fucking day. What would you want for dinner?" Shouta couldn't stop the soft smile from curling over his lips when Hizashi cocked his head, looking for all the world like a damn bird or an adorable dog, his amusement bursting through weakly as he let the man take his hands again and weave their fingers together.

"Let's do something with chicken. And pasta of some kind." He then looked over his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom cringing with embarrassment threatening to swamp over the amusement at the splatters of urine he could see when he looked back at his husband. Only to find a rather impressive pout on Hizashi's face, the way his bottom lip jutted out slightly and his lashes lowered giving him a 'don't you fucking dare' look that he found himself smiling a bit wider at. "We should also clean, uh, that up. And the spots outside. And check the car to make sure I didn't, um, get it wet."

"I'll do all that for you. I got'chu, baby!"

He then lost his pout in favor of wide smile again though it was accompanied by a kiss to the tip of his nose when he was then pushed towards the bathroom and he tried to ignore the feeling when he caught just a trace of that distinctive urine smell on his husband's hands when they pressed against his shoulders, much fainter than his own but the fact it was there at all was embarrassing. He let himself be ushered over the trail of piss splatters to the shower again.

The blonde then reached into the shower turning the knob allowing the water to burst out before closing the curtains then leaning in kissing the back of Shouta's head softly. "Get in when it's warm, I'll go take care of the stuff outside and I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't go washing up without me, I want the pleasure of taking care of you, okay?"

"I can't argue with that."

"That's good! Because you didn't have a choice anyways!"

Of course he didn't. But he wasn't going to complain, now was he?