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«Many things happened, but we finally left for Okinawa.»
Kusuo could enjoy a peaceful plane ride. No further incidents. No more hassles.
But his bladder continued to throb.
Saiki had forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving his house, but it didn't matter. It wasn't a big deal. He knew there would be a bathroom at the airport and plane, so he just didn't worry about it.
They cleaned the toilets at the airport and then the flight had been delayed.
He'd had to fight a hurricane, and though he'd ended up drenched, he hadn't gotten rid of the pressing liquid that bothered him.
Kusuo had no choice but to sigh, frustrated and tired, to continue waiting.
Some time later, they boarded the plane. And even though he hadn't wanted to be the first to use the baths, he just wanted to attend to the demands of his body so he could rest. He went in search of the toilets, but he had taken too long and there was already a long queue for them.
Oh. He could tell that he was surprised, but he wasn't. He must have waited for it because of the thoughts of his companions, besides it was pure logic that if the bathrooms were closed before, everyone would want to use them.
Kusuo readjusted his glasses, annoyed, before going to his seat.
Yes. The discomfort in his abdomen was frustrating. But not enough to stoop to waiting minute after minute in line.
He would come back later, when there were no more people.
By the time he leaned back on his seat, he realized how exhausted he was. He soon decided that he would get some sleep. Only a little.
After all, he deserved it for everything he'd done.
He relaxed.
Until Kaido forgot his medicines.
It was not difficult. Teleport and bring his medicine back. When Kaido felt better, he was able to relax in his seat.
He tried to sleep. He was exhausted.
After all, fighting a hurricane is easier said than done. When he was able to sit up he felt a great relief. He only hoped he could get to sleep this time.
He leaned against his hand, sighed, and tried to sleep.
No. Something was wrong.
Saiki opened his eyes even faster than he had closed them. Restless. Concerned.
He searched for the cause of his uneasiness.
A vision? Could it be his powers? Maybe a simple feeling or...
- Ouch!
- Sir?! Are you okay?
_Yare yare, what now?_
_Ah, it was takashi. Good night_
— We could make an emergency landing — The psychic woke up immediately. He will not allow that. Not after all he'd already sacrificed.
It seemed that his nap would have to be postponed. Just for now.
_Rewind_
— What? It disappeared.
_I had to use my powers again. Now to sleep_
Not a minute passed before the psychic opened his eyes again.
_Or maybe not_
There it was again. That mysterious restlessness. He was trying to figure out the origin of it before Takashi interrupted him, and he had forgotten about it.
He refocused.
It couldn't be his powers. Nor a vision. He doubted it was simple anxiety and-
A pang. Strong. Insistent. he had completely forgotten about it, but there it was.
His body.
How irritating.
Such a common nuisance, coming from his body, surprising him like this?
One way or the other. It was good to know that the annoyance came from something so innocuous. If only it wasn't so annoying.
He was too tired to worry about it anymore.
He crossed his legs and his eyelids drooped one last time.
"This occurred during flight ASO-815"
he gasped in surprise
_One crisis after another_
His mind began to create possibilities. Solutions. Rewind. Restoration. Teleportation, what would it do?
Saiki quickly got up from his seat.
— To the bathroom again?
He should, but that matter had to be put aside for a while.
— We will crash! Panicked screams erupted in response.
—No, we are recovering altitude.
_Yare, yare_
Yes, holding the plane was easier than looking for the cause of the problem. He just wanted to find the fastest solution so that all that would end. Pee, sleep, and then maybe eat some dessert. It was the goal.
Although, he maybe he should try to take the first step from him.
Saiki was used to the pressure that the air exerted on him when flying. But he had never flown with a full bladder.
Air pressed against his abdomen, causing him to feel like he was even more liquid.
The cold pain on his face was something he knew full well would happen, and flying with pyrokinesis was not an unnatural treatment for him.
On this occasion, he had to act quickly in the face of urgency and completely forgot this last detail.
He ever read somewhere that the cold could worsen a need like his. Until now, he had never had to check.
He shuddered. It was impossible for him not to do so in the face of the strong wind against his abdomen and the hypothermic cold that enveloped him.
— Ugh.
The pinkhead sighed, wanting to land the plane and be done with it.
Luckily for him, the view of the pavement cleared up quickly. They would land, they could land.
Relief hit him, but even faster the despair of his contracting bladder hit him. So full, that it had begun to contract. Trying to empty itself, to relieve itself.
Kusuo wanted to relieve himself too, but not now.
Shit. Not now.
Not now that his legs couldn't come together. Not now that his hands were full.
He opened his mouth on a quick gasp.
Without being able to avoid it, his legs, trembling, came together with force.
It wasn't a big deal, but thanks to this for a second, Saiki lost control of the plane.
He wobbled from side to side. In an attempt to regain balance. The plane skidded to the left.
— Not again. Kaido, we are going to die!—Nendo whimpered on the verge of tears as he shook him.
_Yare yare, no one will die, for God's sake_
Saiki frowned. Almost sore.
_At this rate the only thing that will die will be my dignity_
Kusuo regained full control of the plane again. Sweat trickled down his temples.
They managed to land without further inconvenience this time.
𖦹
— Buddy, you look tired.
Kaido laughed
—It seems that Saiki doesn't do well with flying either.
Kusuo rubbed against his legs. One rubbing against the other. Irregularly, slowly and then fast. Urgent.
He closed his eyes. The wrinkles in them showed the force he was using against his eyelids.
So tired. Still unable to break free of his physical demands. He suppressed a groan. The last thing he wanted was to draw even more attention from the idiots around him. Even worse in his current situation.
_Leave me alone_
𖦹
How did he continue in that situation?
At the Kokomi bus stop she had been distracting him. What had she said?
He didn't pay attention, though she could tell she looked excited. Surely she had been trying hard to ask him out or something. He didn't understand how at that point she still didn't give up.
While she continued chattering, Saiki looked for a bathroom. His brows were drawn together, concerned. If someone looked at him closely, might be able to guess that something was wrong with him.
— So, what do you think, Saiki? Teruhashi placed a hand on his cheek and smiled with a wink.
Pretty typical of her. He ignored her and brushed past her, trying to get to the restrooms that he had already managed to locate.
— Oh, did you see that, Saiki? You should see it! —
She began to drag him in the opposite direction of the bathrooms. Kusuo used all of his willpower to keep from blowing Teruhashi away for continuing to pester him.
He was about to break free to continue his run, but his bladder wasn't on his side.
He sighed heavily. Trying not to show his despair in front of Kokomi. Not in front of her. He couldn't imagine the things that would be created in her head.
Saiki, frustrated, jerked free of her grasp.
He tried to regain his composure, but his body continued to fight against him.
He moved his hips from side to side. Taking a deep breath Trying to dispel his despair.
—Saki?
Without warning, he growled.
Teruhashi looked at him, completely taken aback. The heat on his cheeks did not go unnoticed by her.
_Shit._
Saiki had blushed. Not out of shame, as one would think, but out of effort. The effort not to tremble. not tear up not moan. Do not pant or growl.
Don't lose control.
But Kokomi was so narcissistic...
Now she wouldn't get it off.
Kusuo's body finally gave him a breath. He immediately pulled away from her. Without saying a single word.
He knew what was coming.
— Oh, my God. At last my beloved Saiki has blushed before me. He knew it, it was inevitable before a girl as perfect as me.
I knew it would have to happen sooner or later, and finally, finally, today is the day! I am so happy. I knew Saiki must be so in love with me, but even for me, that was unexpected! Oh poor. He sure left because he was so embarrassed... —
Saiki left Teruhashi mentally chattering alone. He had far more important matters for now.
He was inches from the men's room. He could finally have the relief he so badly needed. so near-
—Students from P.K. Please get on the bus right now. We will not wait for anyone.
_Yare, yare. Right now_
Saiki actually hesitated whether to listen or not. He could use the bathroom and then teleport to the bus but...
No. He couldn't do that. It was surrounded by students and it would be too obvious if he just appeared there out of nowhere. He could use the bus bathroom.
Saiki got on the bus.
_Out of order_
It must be a joke. A terrible joke in bad taste. The bus toilet was out of order. _What a way to start the school trip_ Saiki thought as he bounced a leg.
They were all so excited that they couldn't sit still.
Saiki couldn't either, but not because he was excited.
He brought his thighs together again as he gazed worriedly out at the blue sea.
He squeezed his uniform and closed his eyes.
Even with the heaviness in his abdomen, Saiki managed to fall asleep. A moment of peace, after all. Although he didn't manage to dream, he was grateful to be able to rest for a second.
Another big advantage was that the physical demands on him disappeared. I mean, they were still there. But he asleep he couldn't feel it.
He rest.
∆
A pained gasp echoed throughout the bus. They all looked, curious and surprised, at Saiki. Who was barely regaining consciousness. Little aware of the sound he had let out of his throat.
_Uh, w-what?_
— Are you alright saiki?— Chiyo asked worriedly.
Nendo and Kaido weren't far behind either. They balled up around him.
The psychic was still rubbing his sleepy eyes before the urge hit him. So suddenly that he didn't even have a chance to see it coming. It took him by surprise.
Saiki straightened up. So fast it looked like he'd been hit. His eyes were wide open. Desperate. His heart was pounding wildly, he would swear everyone could hear his every beat of his heart.
— Saki? Call a teacher!
Oh no. He couldn't let it continue to spread.
He tried to speak. Saying that there was nothing to worry about, but when he tried to open his mouth the only thing that came out of him was another moan. He doubled over, both hands locked on his thighs. Each breath seemed like a gasp and he swore he saw a drop of sweat fall onto the floor.
He took a deep breath and began to shake.
His bladder throbbed sorely, tired. Sick of waiting and more than ready to empty itself.
Tears formed in his eyes reflexively. In the same way that you can't help tear up when you yawn.
—What's wrong, kusuo?!" — exclaimed the teacher still running
_Enough_
Saiki regained control, and as soon as he did, he manipulated everyone's mind into leaving him alone.
He gave them a stern look.
_Nothing to do here_
Immediately everyone went back to their things without refuting, as if nothing had happened.
He was able to sigh in relief. Happy to have peace again, but still shaken by the above. He had to be more careful. His reputation couldn't be altered by something like that.
But it was hard to worry about his reputation when he felt so full.He was breathing so slowly it was hard to tell if he was really breathing. Each breath pushed his bladder over the edge, and he felt that at any moment he would return to the surge of his urgency.
He began to bounce both legs, mirroring his eagerness on them. Each movement tightened his full abdomen, and though the pressure of the action ached, it was all he could do to stave off more waves of urgency.
Kusuo hugged himself uncertainly. Not knowing how long he would have to wait and how long he could wait.
—Saki! Did you see the sea? I'm sure they throw blue paint on it.
He was so distracted that he did not pay attention to any thoughts around him. He took him by surprise and jumped. The spasm was too much for his swollen bladder and he leaked.
Luckily, Nendo's airhead was already distracted by someone else.
Nobody spoke. Saiki didn't breathe. He was so still that it was hard to tell if he was still alive. A slight tremor ran through the psychic's body.
A salty tear fell into his hand.
_My God. This can not be happening_
He had to find a solution. Right now.
Restoration? He had already used it. He couldn't teleport there. None of his powers were useful in his situation. He had to resign himself to waiting.
The psychic sighed. He dug a hand hard into his trembling thigh, and braced himself for whatever lay ahead.
𖦹
By the time they reached their destination, kusuo was completely shaken up. His legs jerked and his hands gripped his uniform so hard that his knuckles were white.
Every muscle in him was tired. His clothes weren't intact and his face was drenched.
He had to use one of his best tricks if he wanted no one to notice him in that state.
He trailed behind everyone, tapping his foot.
— Lunch time!
_Perfect, the establishment must have bathrooms_
Every step he took seemed measured. Unable to appear normal at that point. His swollen abdomen hogged every place in his mind.
How could a psychic like him get dragged into that situation? He could destroy the world if he wanted to, and now he was unable to calm his own body.
It shouldn't be anything to him, yet he kept tearing up in pain and rubbing his thighs so hard that it hurt.
He could feel his underwear was a bit damp, which was uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.
Every touch when walking spoiled it even more.
They entered the restaurant. It had an impeccable wooden floor and colorful lights overhead. They couldn't deny that the place was beautiful.
—So this is Okinawan soba.—
He was at a single table together with Nendo, Chiyo and Kaido.
— It doesn't look like soba at all.
Without any expression. Without saying a single word, Saiki got up and went in search of toilets.
— Saiki, where are you going? We are going to order! —
Kusuo ignored Kaido's question and kept walking. He wouldn't risk being there another second. Soon, Saiki disappeared from his sight. — Do you think everything is okay with him? — Chiyo asked with a worried frown. —He looked a little strange..."
— Yes, I sure he is. He's a bit weird sometimes.
Saiki continued to walk briskly. Looking for a bathroom urgently. His hands balled into fists at his sides. Opening and closing rhythmically.
He gasped again.
He closed one eye forcefully. His vision was blurry with tears and his agitation made it difficult for him to think calmly.
_Bathrooms, bathrooms, where are the bathrooms?_
He used clairvoyance to find them.
_Yare, yare. The facility did not have bathrooms._
The place was infested with people, each person about to collide with him. He received some strange looks, but at that point he didn't care. He could not.
It was impossible.
He couldn't keep a low profile without getting his clothes wet. That would be worse because if he ended up losing control, all the attention would be on him. He wouldn't finish it, he could begin to imagine what would happen after that.
_—Ah yes, the school trip to Okinawa! I remember. A student peed himself, remember?_
_—Saiki pissed in his pants. I would never have imagined something like that from him!_
furtive glances Judgers in his direction.
_—Isn't that the student who urinated on the school trip? My goodness, it was so funny!_
How long would it take for the news to reach his family?
_—Oh yes, Saiki never had a problem with sphincter control when he was little. Not once did he have an accident! Except... Do you remember that trip to Okinawa? It was the first time that something like this happened to Saiki. He peed in front of everyone! I never would have even imagined that this could happen to him._
Kusuo snapped back to the present and pushed those humiliating thoughts away with a burning face.
He couldn't go back to laying low.
He was clear that what will happen will happen, he would not let that happen. First dead.
Saiki, with big steps, went towards the door. He had been able to locate the nearest bathroom and wouldn't wait another second.
He opened the door and tried to cross.
— Hey, Kusuo. Students are not allowed to leave the building until lunchtime is over. Go back to your seat.
_Yare, yare_
No. He couldn't-
He was on his limit. His bladder was so swollen that it hurts, and his muscles were exhausted from the pressure it'd been exerting. His body was tired. Very tired, and it was about to give up.
— Kusuo, I won't repeat it again. Sit down and eat.
He looked around him to make sure he wasn't attracting attention, to his misfortune, some curious students were looking in his direction. He walked back with his friends wincing.
— Saki! You finally came back. You have to try this ramen, the food here is amazing!
From the corner of his eye he could see that Teruhashi was looking at him with dreamy eyes. He had to keep thinking that he was in that state because of her. He tried to ignore her, just as he tried to keep ignoring his body. But at that rate it was impossible.
His bladder contracted and he began to leak again. A strong leak that soaked his clothes.
Saiki groaned shakily, both eyes squeezed shut and hunched over so much that it was impossible to meet his eyes. His trembling increased and now his entire body was shaking aggressively.
His face burned.
— Saki! Are you wrong? — he exclaimed in a Nendo shout. Kusuo resisted the urge to shut him up.
He would have if it weren't for the urgency of his body.
_I don't know if I can do this more. I don't know if- aghhs_
_Please. If there is any god, have mercy on my existence_
He sobbed uselessly.
Everyone could hear his fight. Every moan. Every gasp. Every beat of his heart. Maybe even every beat of his bladder.
— Kusoo! Hold on, you'll be fine.
They all gathered to know that he had.
Saiki forced himself to silence them.
— I'm fine. Stop already
.
They looked at him confused, however, they obeyed and changed the subject.
Saiki sneered at his food. He didn't eat, he didn't even touch it. He didn't believe that anything could fit in his body other than the liquid that his kidneys continued to send. Nausea from anxiety didn't help this either. Instead, he took advantage of the table so he could take hold of his crotch.
He didn't even look at the water the whole time. All he did was eagerly bounce his legs and cross them so hard that his muscles ached. Soon his hands weren't enough and he began to drip more often.
They all looked at him helplessly. Not understanding what was happening to him. The only clear thing was that something bad was happening to the pink-haired boy. Something very bad. They were sending him concerned looks that Kusuo continued to ignore with a scowl, his face contorted in pain.
He seemed upset, very upset. You could almost tell he looked furious if it weren't for the subtle signs of pain he was showing.
He maybe he had gotten sick like Takashi, or maybe he had hurt himself.
Saiki groaned again.
By some incredible feat, Saiki managed to endure mealtime time. In the end, his bladder was so full that he didn't even bother to send its urgency signals anymore. It just sank into his abdomen, sore and overfull.
Thanks to this, despite the pain, his body managed to take a breather from the effort. It was nice not having to fight every second, but any effort caused leaks.
At least that way he didn't feel like he was on the verge of wetting himself with every passing second.
— Are you feeling better Saiki? —
He didn't answer, just looked away.
_No_
— There's still a little time left.
— Do you want to go see souvenirs?
The psychic stopped short. Air rushed out of his mouth. A desperate moan.
They all stopped to watch it.
—Saiki?
Saiki's muscles were tired, very tired. They had been exerting himself constantly for hours, and despite having the power of a god, his body had limits.
Without warning, his muscles gave out.
He started with small gusts that little by little drenched his green uniform. Kusuo doubled over, desperately trying to stop it.
_No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, please no. No._
He dug both hands into his crotch, trying to stop himself, but his muscles had already done too much for him that day. He couldn't take it anymore. On a physiological level, he couldn't take it anymore.
Saiki gasped, sobbing as his body continued to give out.
His blood rushed to his cheeks with such force that it left him dizzy, bewildered.
He trembled even harder, much stronger than he had trembled before. Putting in so much effort that he felt himself pass out, but the liquid kept coming out despite his strong grip and his efforts.
His hands were drenched, the liquid running hard around him.
His teeth were clenched so tightly that he feared breaking them, but it didn't matter now. The twinge in his forehead was the least of it. He had to avoid it.
He staggered into a wall and doubled over, still struggling.
But his uniform, already soaked to the knees, continued to get wet. Now down to the ankles.The world seemed to stand still as Kusuo released his need.
They stopped being bursts and finally his body gave up completely. A strong unstoppable current began.
The sound of falling liquid was unmistakable, but it was drowned out by every sob from the psychic.
When he finished, he collapsed helplessly against the wall.
Still gasping with his face hot and tears still running down his face. One by one.
Don't want to look at anyone. He didn't dare to breathe. He froze in place, not knowing what to do.
So humiliated, ashamed, scared. Few things scared him, but the fear of standing in front of his friends, drenched in his own urine. It was uncontrollable.
Nobody moved. Nobody knew what to do. They all seemed to be in a trance. Saiki with his eyes closed, trying to avoid reality and his friends looking at him stunned.
Panic welled in Kusuo's throat and three seconds later he was no longer there. He teleported to his room, which luckily, was empty.
He hadn't even thought of it. He just did it, terrified, on instinct. Overwhelmed and tired, Saiki collapsed on his bed and wept silently.
∆
The minutes passed and Kusuo decided that it was time to fix everything that had happened during the day.
Calmer now, he managed to think clearly. He took a shower, changed, and began to plan what to do.
He had teleported in front of everyone. He hadn't thought of it at the time. He didn't think about the repercussions. He was just overwhelmed.
Now everyone would know of his powers and well, they had seen him. He wasn't using his powers for his own benefit... But this time, it was necessary.
He took off his antenna and used his powers.
He was removed from everyone's memories for that length of time, at least since they arrived at the restaurant. He knew the repercussions, the brains of his friends would fill that empty space with something unpredictable to know. But there was no choice.
No one would remember that he had been there anymore. They would not remember him desperate. They wouldn't remember him losing control, but more importantly, they wouldn't remember him teleporting away.
He put the antenna back on and sighed. He collapsed back on his bed, tired. It must have been one of the worst days of his life.
He lay on his bed for an hour. Thinking about everything that happened and blaming himself for all of it. He, a powerful psychic. Losing control of his own body. Pathetic. Disgusting.
After a while he knew it was time to go back to the others so he made sure he looked good and went back.
Kusuo returned to the same place, and although it wasn't surprising, there was no one he knew there anymore.
He sat on a bench and waited, eyes downcast. He preferred not to think about what happened, but it was inevitable. Memories of him came back like flashes of his despair. Humiliating.
It took a while for her to find Kaido and Nendo.
— Saiki! Where have you been all this time? It doesn't matter, come with us!
The day passed as usual, with no one remembering any of the above. Except for Kusuo, who still couldn't make eye contact.
His mind managed to clear a little with the passing of the hours, but his heart still beat humiliated. That night, Saiki was slow to fall asleep.
He swore to himself to forget that day just like everyone else had.