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He’d slept well that night. He wasn’t someone who often had dreams, or at least if he did, he didn’t remember them. This night was no different and he slept peacefully until the morning sunlight shone through the window. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to catch a few more moments of sleep. As a hero it wasn’t often that he got to sleep in, so on the rare mornings that he could he tried to savour them.
That was why he had invested in blackout curtains, so he was a bit annoyed that he seemingly forgot to close them before turning in last night. He begrudgingly opened his eyes with the intent to go and close the curtains and flop right back into bed. The sight of someone else in his bed though derailed his plans.
It took his sleep-addled brain a few moments to recognize what was going on. While it caught up he noticed a few details about his mysterious bed partner. He was pressed up tight against him and because of their close proximity he could feel how muscled the other body was. Their arm was wrapped protectively around him, and as he maneuvered around a bit he could see a glimpse of dark green hair.
Holy shit, he was in bed with Deku.
In an instant he was awake and putting both hands on his rival’s chest, pushing off with a fair amount of force. Enough force anyway that he sent himself careening off the bed as Deku’s quirk prevented him from being pushed away, even in his sleep. He landed on the floor with a thunk, followed by a little hiss.
He was used to waking up with a full bladder, and so his morning routine almost always started off with a quick piss. Of course, usually he didn’t fall out of bed, and his rather full bladder made itself known by leaking a little when he smacked against the floor.
That little trickle was all he needed to bring his brain up to speed though. Everything that happened in the last twelve hours or so came rushing back. The stakeout, his stubborn determination that he could hold it, his accident and Izuku taking care of him. He remembered it all. The humiliation was back in full force and he could already feel his cheeks heating up for what felt like the thousandth time.
His fall didn’t wake up just him though. Izuku started to move to, rubbing his eyes and propping himself up on his elbow so that he could look over the edge at him. With a rather sleepy and gentle smile the other man said “Morning Kacchan,” which was soon followed up by a large yawn.
The blonde hero was frozen there for a moment, completely at a loss for words. His bladder gave a throb though and he was immediately brought back to reality. No way was he letting last night repeat itself. He quickly pushed himself to his feet and pretended to wipe himself off as he concentrated on working his face into its familiar scowl. “Yeah yeah, morning. Where the fuck’s your bathroom? I gotta piss.”
Well, at least he was able to get the words to come out this time instead of standing there helplessly. Though, it definitely helped that this time his bladder wasn’t near as full. He still hated to ask though. For some reason he couldn’t help but feel childish, as if he couldn’t wait long enough to go to the bathroom he knew was downstairs. But honestly, with the way things went last night, he wanted to go to the closest one if he could, and he was sure that Deku had one on this floor.
And it turned out he was right when the green-haired man gestured to his right. “Through that door there.”
God, it was right beside him? His face turned a slightly deeper shade of red, so he turned without a word of thanks, not like Izuku was likely expecting any. He walked in and all but slammed the door before quickly making his was over to the toilet, pulling his pants and underwear down as he went. As soon as he was able to aim and start to go, he let out a large sigh of relief. There would be no repeats of last night this time.
He shook his head at the thought, mentally scolding himself. There would be no repeats of last night ever. That had been a one-time thing, which wasn’t ever going to repeat itself. After all the reassurance the night before he was pretty sure that Deku wasn’t likely to tell a soul, which was good for him as he’d never be able to live it down if everyone found out how he’d pissed his pants like a toddler. It would totally destroy the image he’d carefully built and maintained for himself for all these years. He could almost hear the laughter and jeers of his fellow hero’s, not to mention the villains, if they knew what he’d done.
He shook his head, unable to even let himself think of the possibility of something like that happening. No, best to try and put it in the past and forget about it. Of course, Deku was likely going to want to talk about it once he went back out there, the sappy guy he was. He probably wanted to talk about ‘feelings’ and all that crap.
Of course, that only led to him feeling more embarrassed and childish once he remembered how he’d all but crawled up into Izuku’s lap the night before and bawled his eyes out. God, how was he supposed to be able to look him in the eyes after this? Deku had even called him ‘cute’ and he’d let him for god’s sake! He really was slipping!
He finished up and moved over the mirror, though not before wincing a little as he felt the slightly damp patch on his underwear when he pulled them back up around his waist. He ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think of how he was going to deal with this. How could he convince Deku to just forget about the whole thing and go back to the way things were before?
He kept thinking as he washed his hands, then as he splashed water on his face to try and wake himself up a bit more so that he could really think this through. God, why wasn’t anything coming to him?!
Unable to stay in there any longer without arousing suspicion he left the bathroom, still with no plan on how he was going to get out of there and back home without having to talk with Deku about last night.
When he left the bathroom he was a bit surprised to find that the other man was nowhere to be found. The bed had already been made and the sweats that he’d worn the night before were laid out at the end of the bed.
Hmm, he thought to himself. Where did he go? Though soon after another thought crossed his mind. This could be his chance! Maybe Deku had changed for the day and gone to the other bathroom to freshen up and he could sneak out the door unnoticed!
Without wasting another second, he left the bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time as he went towards the front door. His escape was foiled however when that familiar voice rang out from the nearby kitchen.
“Heading out so soon? Are you not going to stick around for breakfast?”
He threw his head back and let out a sigh. So much for escaping unnoticed. He walked a few steps forward and turned the corner, seeing Izuku at the stove with a frying pan in his hands. The smell of eggs hit him soon after. He hoped the nerd wasn’t planning on having him over for breakfast.
“Sit down, it should be ready soon.” Well, he supposed that answered that question.
He snorted, trying to channel his normal cocky attitude, though for some reason it was slightly harder than usual. “Nah, I’m heading out now. Unlike you, some of us have actual shit to do today.”
At this the other hero turned around, frowning slightly. “Can’t you at least stay for breakfast? I figured that it would be a good chance for us to talk about---”
He cut him off. “We don’t have to talk about shit Deku! Just leave it alone alright?” As soon as he spoke, he turned around, hoping to get out of the house as soon as possible before things could get any more awkward and embarrassing.
As he walked away he could hear Deku setting the pan down and following after him. “Kacchan, at least let me drive you home! It’s like an hour’s walk to your place.”
He let out a laugh, though it wasn’t nearly as loud or boisterous as his usually were. “I need the exercise; now lay off my back will you?”
His hand was on the doorknob when he felt Izuku grab his arm. “Come on Kacchan, there’s no need to run off. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about okay?”
Bakugou cut him off again. “You’re right, there isn’t. Because you’re not going to tell anyone right? So, there isn’t anything else that needs to be said.”
With that he wrenched his arm from the other man’s grasp and in one quick motion opened up the door and started sprinting down the driveway and along the sidewalk. He didn’t stop for a while, only slowing down when he chanced a look back and saw that he wasn’t being followed. From there he slowed his pace down to a jog, and kept that up until he reached his own neighbourhood in record time.
As he walked he was able to keep the thoughts at bay. Exercise just had a way of helping him clear his head, which was something he’d needed a lot as he’d worked to try and control his temper as a teen. He couldn’t count the number of times Mr. Aizawa had made him run laps while he was back at UA for just that reason.
When he finally reached his own house and opened up the door he was starting to feel the exhaustion from the run and his lack of sleep catch up to him. Even though he’d slept well at Deku’s they’d been up late the night before and he was still feeling pretty tired. For that reason, the first thing he did was go upstairs and collapse face first onto his bed, not even bothering to take his shoes off.
So he slept for a few more hours, once again slipping into that peaceful dreamland where the memories of last night’s shame couldn’t haunt him. He woke up around mid-afternoon and reluctantly got out of bed. It wasn’t like he could spend all day sulking after all. Kirishima would be expecting to meet up with him soon for patrol.
He got up and went to his closet to grab his costume, only to be brought up short. Ah shit! That was right; his costume was still at Deku’s likely still soaked with piss unless the other hero had thought to throw it in the washing machine.
Goddammit, could nothing go right for him lately?!
He dug in his pockets for his phone, intending to text Deku that he was coming over for his costume. Before he could though the blinking light alerted him that he’d missed a few texts since he’d been asleep.
He pulled them up, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose when he noticed that they were all from Izuku.
(9) missed messages from ‘Deku’.
11: 58am, Deku: Did you make it home alright?
12:45pm, Deku: Kacchan?
1:36pm, Deku: I know you don’t want to but we really should talk about last night.
2:12pm, Deku: You don’t have to be embarrassed. I wouldn’t tell anyone, you know that. You’re my friend.
2:42pm, Deku: I cleaned your uniform for you. You can come get it whenever you want. And if you want I can brew up some coffee and we could talk for a bit?
3:15pm, Deku: Kacchan please. I’m worried about you.
3:48pm, Missed call from Deku
4:03pm, Missed call from Deku
4:16pm, Missed call from Deku
Almost as if on cue the phone rang again, and after debating for a few rings he picked up.
“Kacchan? Are you okay? You haven’t been answering your phone.”
He smirked. After his rest and a bit of distance from his rival he was better able to take on the antagonistic tone that he usually took with him.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your panties in a bunch Deku. I’m fine. Just wanted to catch a few more Z’s after our long night out.”
He could hear the sigh of relief on the other end of the phone and felt a small bit of guilt at worrying him before pushing it down. He was a grown ass man, and he could handle getting home by himself without Deku checking in on him.
“That’s good. I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t getting yourself into trouble.”
He bristled a bit at the accusation. He wasn’t some child that Deku needed to keep track of. “Well, even if I was it wouldn’t be any of your goddamn business anyway.”
Like usual his snark didn’t do anything to deter Izuku and he kept the conversation going. “I know, I know. I just worry is all.”
He smirked, feeling more like himself than he had since the stupid stakeout had started. “Hey, I’m not a weak nerd like you. I can take care of myself!”
“I know, I know,” he could hear Izuku say with a chuckle. There was a pause before the other hero continued on. “But…maybe we could still get together sometime and talk? It doesn’t have to be today, but maybe sometime soon?”
And just like that things were off kilter again. Dammit! The familiar feelings of frustration and anger bubbled up and made him want to hang up the phone right then and there. But something stopped him. There really wasn’t any getting out of this was there? He couldn’t avoid the other man forever. And he had a feeling that Deku wasn’t going to let this drop, no matter how much he wished he did.
“Fine,” he bit out. “Tomorrow, at the coffee shop on the corner of 5th and 9th. Noon. Don’t be late,” he said, clicking off the phone as soon as he said so. He knew if he didn’t he was likely to call the whole thing off.
A moment later he heard a buzz from his phone, seeing that Deku had texted back. ‘I’ll be there’, it read. He almost threw the phone on the bed before he realized that he hadn’t even asked about his costume. Well, there was no way in hell he was going to pick it up now!
He flopped back on the bed, shooting off a text to Deku to bring it tomorrow. He waited for a positive reply before shooting one off to Kirishima, telling him that he was feeling sick and wouldn’t be able to make it tonight. He didn’t have to wait long for his best friend to text back, asking if he was dying.
The response made him crack the first real smile he’d had all day. He couldn’t blame him for his incredulity; he usually fought through whatever sickness came his way, not letting anything get in the way of his hero career. He texted back that he was, in fact, dying and that he expected the most expensive flowers Kirishima could find for his funeral. He didn’t have to wait long before his phone dinged and he was informed that he would be lucky to get a bouquet of dandelions.
He snorted and texted back and forth with him for a bit until Red Riot had to get ready for his nightly patrol. He set his phone aside then headed down to his kitchen, realizing that he hadn’t eaten anything yet today after refusing Deku’s breakfast, and that he was starving.
He fixed himself up some food before spending the rest of the evening in front of the TV, steadfastly trying to ignore thinking about what he was supposed to say to Deku the next day.
That didn’t work out well though. If there was one thing that he knew about Izuku, it was that he was stubborn. Also that he wasn’t afraid of him, which had gone from infuriating to mildly annoying as he had gotten older. He knew that he wasn’t going to just let this go, no matter how much Bakugou wanted to pretend that it hadn’t happened. So, what he had to do was convince him that it was never going to happen again, and it would be best for both their friendship and professional relationship if they never brought it up after this meeting.
It’s just, he wasn’t sure how exactly he was going to do that. So, he concluded that he would deal with it when it happened. Freaking out about it right now wasn’t going to do him any good.
Of course, even though he tried not to think about it, that didn’t stop the next day from coming. Nor did it stop the time of their meetup from quickly getting closer and closer. All that morning he’d kept looking at the clock, practically counting down the minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore. He’d gotten ready and ended up making it to the coffee shop a half hour before their scheduled meet-up.
He’d ordered an expresso and pastry in order to pass the time and not have them kick him out for not buying anything. He sipped it slowly, flashbacks off all the coffee he’d drank putting him in this whole situation to begin with. In fact, as he kept drinking he found the beverage becoming less and less appealing as the thoughts of that night wouldn’t leave him alone. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and pushed it off to the side as he waited.
As the designated meetup time drew closer he couldn’t help but compulsively check his watch. Despite not finishing the coffee he could feel it sit heavily in his stomach and slowly start to fill his bladder. He knew that it must have been in his head, but he couldn’t help that nagging little tingle that he would probably have to head to the bathroom soon. Still, he didn’t want to go yet, else Deku think he was late.
So he sat there, though inwardly he was starting to worry. He knew logically that he could hold it no problem, he’d not even finished half of his drink. Emotionally though his thoughts were spinning in circles, mocking him that he was going to somehow manage to piss himself in public this time, and everyone would know what a pisspants little baby he was.
Finally he decided he would just get up and go, which of course was seconds before Izuku walked in, right on time. He cursed his timing and forced himself to try and calm down. He obviously could hold it; his need wasn’t even that bad. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
Izuku smiled as he sat down, seemingly not noticing his friend’s discomfort yet. He set a bag on the table between them as he greeted him, and when he pushed it forward Bakugou looked inside. Ah, his costume, just as Deku had promised. Well, at least something was going right today.
After looking around for a few moments to make sure that no one was paying attention to them Izuku reached across the table and took one of his hands into his own. “How are you doing?”
God, he wanted to push his hands away and assert that he was fine, but the slight pulse of his bladder made the little ‘Kacchan’ part of his brain come out like it had right after his accident. “Okay…” he mumbled looking away and pulling his hand away so he could put them both in his lap, pressing lightly on his crotch.
Izuku frowned at the action and his tone. God, he was already screwing up! He wanted to convince his friend and rival and he wasn’t the big baby that he had acted like that night, but right now he was blowing it!
“I…I mean, I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be?” he said with as much confidence as he could muster. It looked like it hadn’t been enough though as Izuku’s frown only deepened.
“Kacchan, please, just talk to me okay?”
He scoffed, crossing his leg so that he could try to focus on convincing Deku that he was fine instead of the rapidly growing pressure between his legs.
“What’s there to talk about? It was embarrassing, but it’s over now. And we can leave it in the past where it belongs.”
To his disappointment Izuku shook his head. “I would let it go if this was only about the…accident” he said, whispering the last word. “But it’s not just that. It’s the way you acted after. The crying and the cuddling. Kacchan, I think we both know that something…different happened that night. You showed a part of yourself to me that I don’t think either of us knew existed.”
Crap. This was quickly getting out of hand. He hadn’t expected Deku to bring that up. He’d barely allowed to let himself think about how babyish he had acted. How clingly he’d been, cuddling in Izuku’s lap and asking him to sleep with him. Even now he couldn’t explain why he had acted like that. At the time, it had just felt right. Like of course he could expect Izuku to hold him and comfort him. It had felt like the most obvious thing in the world to him at the time, despite how out of character and embarrassing it felt to remember it right now.
However, all thoughts of that embarrassment were quickly pushed to the side as his bladder seemed to pick that time to make itself known. A large spirt forced itself out, dampening his underwear just like on the stakeout. This time though he couldn’t help but let out a large gasp and press down tightly. Instantly Izuku knew what was happening, though Bakugou barely noticed that he had his attention once more. No, he was too busy freaking out.
He thought he’d had it under control. He’d barely drank anything, so why was the need to pee so strong?! Please god, he couldn’t do this! He couldn’t have another accident like this, especially not it public!
He was pulled from his thoughts, quite literally in fact, by Deku’s arm on his bicep as he pulled him up out of his chair. The sudden move allowed his bladder to leak just a bit more, allowing a few drops to slip past his underwear and trickle down his leg. He couldn’t help but look down and gave a slight sigh of relief to see that it wasn’t visible, at least not yet. But, he knew that it was coming, and quickly.
He could feel himself freezing up again, just like before, but this time Izuku knew what was going to happen and wasn’t about to let history repeat itself. He tugged him towards the bathroom, despite the couple of odd looks they were receiving. Bakugou stumbled along after him, desperately trying to hold it without grabbing himself and alerting those around them to what was happening.
Luckily, the bathroom was empty, so Izuku took him over to the handicapped stall and locked them both inside. And yet, even though he was so close to the toilet he still couldn’t seem to make himself go. Once again he froze, his mind betraying him in this most crucial moment, and he just stood there.
Again Izuku saved him as, much to his embarrassment and shame, he came over and pulled his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion and pushed him gently so that he was sitting down on the toilet. He was blushing madly at this point, not only because Deku was helping him, but because it was already starting to dawn on him how close he had come to yet another accident.
Though he usually stood when he had to pee, his body still seemed to understand that it was able to get relief now, and as soon as he sat he could hear the telltale sound of urine hitting porcelain. He sat there with a rather blank expression on his face as he went, his mind still reeling from all that just happened in such a short space of time.
It wasn’t until Izuku kneeled down in front of him, putting a hand on each of his knees and smiling up at him, saying “There we go. We made it!” that the dam finally broke. And once again, the proud hero Ground Zero, the brash and tough Bakugou Katsuki, began to cry.
He tried to keep it quiet, knowing that at any second someone could walk into the bathroom, but he couldn’t help the hiccupping sobs and burst from his mouth. What was happening to him?! First the accident, then walking up and leaking a bit that morning, and now almost pissing himself in a coffee shop! He really was turning into a giant baby!
It didn’t help matters when Izuku moved his hands from his knees to enveloping him and pulling him into a hug, all while he still sat on the toilet. Here he was, a grown man, sitting half-naked and getting hugged by the guy he used to bully. God, it seemed like some sort of cosmic joke. A karma-themed payback for all the wrongs he had done in his life.
He sniffed and sobbed, burying his face into Izuku’s shoulder. “I…I don’t know what’s happening to me!” he cried out.
Izuku hushed him, rubbing his back slowly as he gently cooed “It’s okay Kacchan. It’s alright. I’ve got you buddy. You made it to the bathroom this time, no embarrassing accidents. There’s no need for all this fuss.”
“But…but…” Kacchan whimpered. “I…I’m a grown man. I…I can’t be g-getting this close to peeing my pants all the time! What…what if it happens in front of someone other than you? I, I don’t know what I’d do!” he said with another big sob.
“Oh Kacchan,” Izuku said with a sad little sigh. He wasn’t sure how to answer. “I…I’m not really sure what’s going on either. How about this. I’ll call my doctor and see if I can’t get us in this afternoon. Maybe she’ll be able to tell us what’s happening.”
Though he knew that Izuku was trying to make him feel better, it only made him feel worse. “But…but I don’t wanna tell her about my accident! Or about this! Please don’t make me tell her!”
Perhaps if he was in his right frame of mind he would have remembered that he was a grown man, and technically didn’t have to tell anyone, not even a doctor, anything he didn’t want to. But he wasn’t a grown man right now. Not really anyway. He was little Kacchan, and right now they both knew that he wasn’t in any frame of mind to be making his own decisions.
Izuku pulled back a bit so that he could grab some toilet paper and wipe Kacchan’s face clear of tears and snot. Once it was all cleaned off, though the tears had yet to stop, he pressed a kiss to each of his friend’s cheeks. “Hush. Hush now little one. It’s going to be alright. You don’t have to tell her yourself okay? I’ll come in with you and let her know everything okay? We’ll get things all figured out.”
Kacchan hiccupped but didn’t argue this time. Instead he took hold of Izuku’s hand, squeezing it before looking at him with tear-filled eyes. “Promise?”
Izuku’s heart all but melted, and he couldn’t help but give him another little kiss. “I promise.”
He sniffled again, then brought his sleeve up to wipe at his face. “O-okay. I trust you. We can go to the doctor.”
Izuku smiled and gave his friend’s hand a squeeze. “That’s a good boy. You’ll see Kacchan, everything’s going to be just fine.”
He took his phone out and called his doctor, pulling some strings to get an appointment in a couple hours from now. He thanked her profusely before hanging up, turning his attention’s back to Kacchan.
He seemed to have calmed down a bit. He was no longer crying, though his face was still quite red from both the embarrassment and tears. There wasn’t much he was likely going to be able to do about that while they were still there though.
No, his first priority would be to get him out of there and calmed down before their appointment. He gave the boy’s ruddy cheeks a little pat before helping him get cleaned up. First he used a bit of toilet paper to clean up the stain on the boy’s underpants as best he could. Kacchan buried his face in his hands has he did so, once more filled with shame that he’d come so close to wet pants again.
From there he helped the man stand up, he legs having fallen partially asleep after sitting so long. He pulled up his pants and underwear, then let him out of the stall. He watched as the boy washed his hands before taking a paper towel and washing his face off.
When he looked somewhat presentable, Izuku started to walk towards the door before realizing that Kacchan wasn’t following. When he looked back, he saw the same pleading look in his eyes as he had the night before.
“Could…could you please hold my hand?” a small voice asked. “I…I don’t think I can go out there on my own.”
God, his heart just about melted. He walked back over, taking the other man’s hand firmly in his own. “Of course, sweetheart.” How could he have possibly refused?
So, hand in hand they left the coffee shop. Kacchan’s eyes never leaving his feet, scared that if he looked up the whole café would be staring at him. He needn’t have worried though. Aside from a few curious glances their retreat was barely noticed. They made it out to Izuku’s car without anyone knowing what had happened. And though he knew he should be relieved, Kacchan had a feeling that this was far from over.