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Okay. Okay, he was fine, there was no need to freak out. Worst comes to worst, he would have to leave the meeting early…
In which case he would probably have to explain why he was leaving.
Just the other day he’d given Muichiro a hard time for leaving for the exact same reason. He doubted Muichiro remembered this, but everyone else probably did, and would probably remind him. Maybe they wouldn’t even let him leave.
Alright, that was stupid, because Oyakata-sama wouldn’t do that. He would let Obanai leave if he needed to.
And he already needed to.
The meeting had barely begun and already Obanai was finding it hard to sit still. He was so stupid; it was absolutely his own fault he was in this predicament. He’d already had to go before he got there, he could have easily just used the bathroom beforehand. Out of habit, he’d declined to do so, because it wasn’t that bad and he was sure he could hold it. Obanai had previously believed he had a pretty strong bladder. It turns out he was just dehydrated all the time and that was why he could hold it for hours and hours.
He was not dehydrated anymore; Mitsuri had made sure of that. Just because he’d passed out once in front of her and she freaked out about it for some reason. Now she was constantly checking in on him to make sure he was taking care of himself.
‘Have you eaten today, Iguro?’ ‘Have you been sleeping okay?’ ‘Here, I made some tea, will you come and have some with me please?’
Obanai tried really hard to be annoyed with her. He couldn’t quite bring himself to be. It was rather endearing, actually, that she seemed to care so much about him. It made him feel…
Well, whatever. Nonetheless, he was glad that Mitsuri hadn’t considered another need that he frequently neglected, because it would be pretty humiliating if she checked in on him to make sure he wasn’t waiting too long to use the bathroom.
…On the other hand, maybe he wouldn’t be so desperate right now if she had.
Obanai couldn’t pay attention to anything Oyakata-sama was saying. All his energy was focused towards trying not to squirm around too much.
It wasn’t like he’d never been desperate during a Hashira Meeting before. It happened quite frequently, actually, because of Obanai’s usual tendency to wait until the last minute anyway, but it had never gotten this bad this quickly and this early on and he had never actually been worried he wouldn’t be able to hold it until the end.
Muichiro had a similar problem, would often get squirmy and antsy and sometimes excused himself to leave early but he was a kid with severe memory problems so nobody cared. Obanai was twenty-one years old and had no excuses. He had no doubt the other Hashira would not be so charitable towards him.
He subtly pressed his hands between his thighs. All that accomplished was pressing on his bladder with his wrists and that just made things worse. He squeezed his thighs together and that didn’t really make much of a difference. He wanted to sit on his heel but that seemed too childish and it would have made it obvious he had to pee.
It seemed to get worse by the minute. He didn’t even know how long this meeting would last or how long he needed to wait for. Leaving would be embarrassing but actually pissing himself would be mortifying and he thought if that happened he would just have to go die in a hole somewhere.
“-uro…Iguro?”
Obanai’s head snapped up. Everyone was looking at him. “Huh?” he said.
“Oyakata-sama asked if you’ve been encountering more powerful demons than usual lately,” Sanemi said.
“Oh. Um.” Had he? He couldn’t remember at all… “I’m not sure.”
There was a pause. “Are you alright, Iguro-san?” Shinobu asked.
Obanai swallowed thickly. “I’m fine,” he muttered.
“Are you sure?” Mitsuri asked. She leaned over towards Obanai and furrowed her brows. “You’re looking kind of pale, Iguro. Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Do you need to lie down? I could walk you back home if you want!”
He opened his mouth to tell her he was fine, because it would be pretty embarrassing to leave a Hashira Meeting because he wasn’t feeling well…Kaburamaru nipped at his ear. He was right. It would be a lot more embarrassing to stay and then pee his pants, which was becoming more and more likely the longer the meeting dragged on. He looked away. “U-um…”
“May I have permission to walk Iguro-san back home, Oyakata-sama?” Mitsuri said.
“Permission granted,” Oyakata-sama said, and Mitsuri dragged Obanai to his feet.
The gravity went straight to his bladder. The good news was the way he began to swoop downwards when his knees went weak from the rush of desperation the action of standing up caused probably made him look like he needed to go lie down anyway. In any other situation this would not be good news, but here it was.
Mitsuri caught him. He could barely walk, if he moved his legs apart too far he was pretty sure he was going to lose it. Shit.
“You’re okay,” Mitsuri whispered in his ear, too softly for anyone else to hear. “You just have to make it out of this room and then I’ll help.”
What did that mean? Did she know he had to pee? Was he that obvious? Obanai managed to leave the room without losing control, and Mitsuri closed the door behind them, and without thinking he grabbed at his crotch even though she was right there.
“I’m so sorry, Iguro!” Mitsuri said, urging him to keep moving. “The bathroom’s just down the hall, you can make it!”
So she did know. If Mitsuri figured it out, everyone else probably did too. He thought he was being subtle.
Oh, this was humiliating. He was about to piss his pants in front of Kanroji Mitsuri. She would never want to be around him ever again. She would think he was disgusting and pathetic. Maybe she would even get rid of her socks because who would keep a gift from a twenty-one year old that pisses his pants?
Obanai could see the door to the bathroom now. Unfortunately, the relief he felt was a little premature, and to his horror, he could feel warmth begin to soak into his underwear. Dammit, he was right there.
“Hey, hey, you’re so close, Iguro, come on, it’s okay,” Mitsuri said.
He forced himself to move; he was practically panting from the strain of holding back and he squeezed himself tighter. More wet warmth. His hand was wet. Fuck.
He was in the bathroom now, and Obanai stumbled to the toilet as Mitsuri closed the door behind him.
He dropped down in front of the squat toilet and frantically undid the buttons on his uniform pants, which was a little trickier since he was only using one hand. There had already been too much damage done to say that he “made it,” but he wasn’t about to piss on the bathroom floor right in front of the toilet in Oyakata-sama’s house.
He managed to let go of his crotch for long enough to get his underwear out of the way. He slouched forward and rested his head against the wall as his whole body went lax. Holy fuck. He’d never had to pee so badly in his life. His relief was palpable. For a minute he forgot Mitsuri was right outside the door and he was going to have to face her when he was done.
It’s her fault anyway. She’s the one who made you drink all that tea, he thought, childishly trying to point blame where it didn’t belong. No, he knew it was his fault. Mitsuri didn’t even make him drink the tea, she just told him he should. She wouldn’t have forced him to if he said no. And it definitely wouldn’t have gotten this bad if he’d just used the bathroom before the meeting started.
When Obanai was finally done he shakily stood back up and put his underwear back in place, cringing at how soaked it felt. He buttoned his pants up again—which also felt a little wet, though it wasn’t too terribly noticeable—washed his hands, and, very reluctantly, opened the door to the hallway.
“Do you feel better?” Mitsuri asked cheerfully.
Obanai refused to meet her eyes.
“Here, let’s go back to your house so you can get changed,” she suggested. Obanai’s face, which was already pink, turned red. How’d she know he hadn’t totally made it?
“Okay,” he mumbled.
They left the mansion. Mitsuri…didn’t seem disgusted. Then again, Obanai was convinced Mitsuri was the nicest person in the world, so she probably wouldn’t act like it because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
It was very uncomfortable walking around in wet underwear. He was certainly disgusted with himself.
“Sorry, I should have gotten you out of that meeting sooner,” Mitsuri said suddenly with a nervous giggle.
Obanai turned to stare at her. “You…” he sputtered. “How…was I that obvious?”
“Oh, no,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m sure no one else noticed, Iguro. It’s just that I realized you probably weren’t used to being so hydrated. Plus, I have younger siblings, so I can pick up on subtle signs.”
Obanai reminded Mitsuri of her younger siblings. Fantastic. His blush deepened. “Wait. But…” he mumbled, “K-...Kyojuro also has a younger sibling. Do you think he noticed? What about Sanemi?”
“Huh? I thought Sanemi was an only child.”
“No, he at least has a brother. I met him once. He said he was an only child too but they have the same surname and they look just like each other.”
“Really?! Why would they say they weren’t brothers? That’s so awful! I wonder what could have happened between them that would make them act that way with each other…”
“You…didn’t answer my question,” Obanai reminded her quietly.
“Oh! What was it again?”
She forgot already? Obanai didn’t really want to repeat it. “Never mind,” he mumbled.
“Okay!” There was a pause, and then Mitsuri said, “You know it’s not a big deal, right, Iguro?”
Huh? Not a big deal? He was a grown man and he’d just peed in his pants, how was that not a big deal?
“It’s probably mostly my fault anyway! I was the one who made you drink all that tea.”
“N-no,” he said. “It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I was…stupid, and I thought I could hold it, so I didn’t use the bathroom before the meeting.” Oh, why did he say that? He could have just stopped at ‘it wasn’t your fault.’ He didn’t have to give her any details. Obanai refused to meet her eyes.
“Iguro, you know it’s not good for you to hold it, right?” Mitsuri frowned. “Really, you could get sick. You shouldn’t wait so long.”
Oh, god, she was going to start policing his bathroom breaks now too, wasn’t she?
They reached Obanai’s house; he went to get changed into clean underwear and pants. He felt a little more exhausted than he thought he probably should and wondered if he’d worn himself out holding his pee for so long. For the thousandth time, he considered how utterly humiliated he felt.
“You could…you could go back to the meeting, you know,” said Obanai, when he came back out of his room. He wasn’t entirely sure why Mitsuri was still there anyway. “I’m sorry you left because of me.”
“No, no, it’s okay!” Mitsuri said. “I think we were probably almost done anyway…”
They were? Maybe he could have held it until it was over, then.
…And then pissed himself as soon as he stood up to leave, probably.
“Are you okay?”
Obanai blinked. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“I just don’t want you to be mad at yourself. Also, you didn’t hurt yourself waiting so long, did you?” She placed a hand over his lower belly.
“N-no,” he sputtered. Actually, his bladder still felt rather sore, but it was also empty, which felt really good in contrast to earlier. He swallowed. “Um. I think I am actually gonna lie down for a while, though.”
“Oh, great idea!” Mitsuri chirped. “You go lay down, I’ll make you lunch.”
Oh. That’s what she was here for. She wanted to make him food. Obanai thought about arguing and then decided against it. He smiled. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Thank you, Mitsuri.”