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Saiki was completely independent now.

Without psychic powers to draw on, it was obvious that he would have problems, it's completely human of his part.

Having gotten used to having everything so easily (even if his life with his powers wasn't the happiest, of course) was getting annoying.
Not being able to reach high things instantly, not being able to have his task completed in seconds, not being able to see where he wanted when he wanted, many things.

But this surpassed the limits of how annoying any of those minimal situations could even cause him.

His friends decide to plan a trip, which of course Saiki didn't want. But as always, he ended up getting into it, no surprise at all.
The problem here is the constant feeling that ran through his bladder as he walked further and tried to pretend that nothing was happening, still unable to get rid of it.

And he had to get used to this kind of things, it's no surprise to anyone that if you need to go to the bathroom, then you go to the bathroom, but when several things go against you, what do you do?

Teleporting, restoring your body, controlling everyone's mind to make them leave you alone, of course these are not answers that pass through someone's mind to be considered "normal".

Were answers that would pass through the mind of a psychic who lives and deals day by day with mental powers of unknown origin, and who then has almost everything resolved to an extreme.

But there is no one like that here.

Just a pink-haired third grader with a peaceful life, that's it.

"Peace" was the last word he would use to describe his current situation. Saiki was slightly irritated when he remembered the need that he had not previously gotten rid of. But only that, it was annoying if he remembered it, from then on, it was even more annoying to put up with his companions, although he had gotten used to that.

Toritsuka didn't seem to know anyone else, because after the trip that the 3 groups of third years planned for their entrance to celebrate, he seemed like a protective spirit by his side all the time. He wasn't a ghost and Kusuo really wished he was.

Tokyo. Everyone really saved too much to get there, it was a large and sublime city, completely deserving of its popularity and the excitement of the ecstatic students. The moment they set foot in that place, everyone smiled and their energy increased thinking about the beautiful buildings, stalls, lights and things that will look sensational.
They just had the recent opportunity to go outside the airport sitting there, after arriving on the plane they had taken from their city; and just with that foot out, they excited everyone from their heads to the tips of their feet. It was evident in their faces and actions.

"Tokyo! I feel it so close!"

"We're here, we haven't seen anything yet and I'm excited, Shun." Kuboyasu said as a small smile began to appear on his face.

«Good grief, I don't find anything good about this.»

Kusuo's luck had been so bad since the beginning of the day that he couldn't have been at all moved, even if he himself wasn't. They had spent a long time in the classroom, because the teacher in charge arrived late, due to the unimportance of said trip, and they had not considered it at all. Then, on the way to the airport, there was a bit of traffic. Sounds like normal problems for now, right? Well, if there wasn't a bladder there that was slowly filling up, they sure were. It was a minor blow, but a blow nonetheless.

Saiki was badly used to ignore his physiological needs, not only that, but forgetting them before doing anything.
Previously, as soon as he felt those demands and they were bothersome enough, he could easily solve any situation with the use of his psychic abilities.
This made him see these types of situations as something that he would not remember if there was a table on which to place "annoying situations that make you feel uncomfortable"; It was a tiny thing.

At the airport, they barely received their flight. Before the plane left them. Getting on the plane, it had its entire toilets out of service.
All of this annoyed the pink-haired boy.

They walked, straight into the... no, something wasn't right here. Even if Saiki didn't have telepathy, he still had very powerful intuition, this trip was definitely a shit.
It was not planned by the teachers; It was for the students themselves. And they... He knew them. He knew their poor organization.
How would they get to the hotel where they would stay temporarily? They did not know about any bus stations, or transportation around their current location.

Oh. He expected it from them. He was not surprised. Saiki knew it, he knew how clumsy that whole crowd was.

All the guys remained static once they reached the airport exit, and the mystery finally arrived.

"Hey... How are we going to the hotel?" Yumehara asked with a smile, expecting an immediate answer to a question about something so basic.

Nobody knew how to answer.

Matsuzaki was with them, but he wasn't responsible for their trip at all. He just wanted to accompany them so they would be safe. He didn't have to foresee that.

However, they were stupid enough.

"I don't know, uh... Matsuzaki-sensei, how are we going to the hotel?"

"Why are you asking me that? This is your trip! You just entered third grade and don't even have an organization?" He got angry quickly.

"Is it convenient to look for bus stops around here?"

"What if we better hail a taxi?"

"Not all of us will fit."

Faced with such terrible organization, a discord arose that lasted a few minutes. The boys from the PK academy did not finish arguing, not reaching any agreement.

Saiki, who for the part of him only thought they were idiots, could feel his bladder calling to him. Demanding attention. Asking for its freedom.
It contracted, leading him to a tense state and a vexatious atmosphere. He complained with a grimace of annoyance and a slight sound of complaint. Although it later seemed like something ephemerally insignificant, at the moment it didn't feel like it. He couldn't help but buck his hips during the moment.

"Well, whatever you want. But it will be more complicated." The wave deafened Kusuo a little, but it was enough to distract him and he had not been able to know what his companions decided to correct his mistake.

"It's faster no matter how complicated it may seem to you, and well, everything works if we make it work" said Toritsuka, making a friendly gesture. He was not a gentle person, a terrible role.

"Well, I guess we'll stop all the taxis who comes along." The stupidest but easiest decision. Easier than risking getting lost, it was. They were going to stop passing taxis and everyone who could fit was going to get in. Until everyone managed to go.

The place was starting to look too pretty, even if they hadn't reached the brightest place yet. They threw away their negativity when they remembered where they were about to go, and the excitement took over them again.
However, it was impossible for Saiki.
It was impossible while he was in the middle of the crowd of students that he didn't even like, even worse in that critical situation.
It was impossible as he knew that his bladder would constantly call out to him, trying to release the pressure on it, trying to push its weight away —or down—.
That's right, it was impossible. He had the suffocating misfortune of being a little sore, and absolutely refusing to show it.
Shit, the fact that his friends saw him fight made him sick just thinking about it. At least for now.

Three or four groups, of four people each, got into the taxis. It wasn't a quick job to stop them, it included waiting for them to pass, loading luggage into the trunk, and getting as comfortable as possible.

«What stupidity, what delayed stupidity.»

My God. What was Saiki doing in that irritating situation? It was all too stressful and he could only sigh in frustration, resigning himself to being patient.
Good. They just had to get to the hotel. He told himself that he would make it there with his dignity intact and without being the center of attention at any time.

It is very likely that when he carried abilities, he'd went to an isolated place and used teleportation, or in general, had various ways to solve the situation of him with powers. Inevitably, at times, he would inconsistently think about these situations, putting together plans that seconds later were dashed by the disappointment of knowing that now, he was completely normal. But he couldn't, he just couldn't get used to it, it was very confusing, even if he wanted it that way. And he continued clinging to that idea, his powers were nothing more than a nuisance to him, a curse which made him constantly feel that the problems of others were his responsibility.
A service device for his family, an aid against other people's idiocy; All his life he got used to it, but he followed his brother's advice: Don't think about it. He should not be suggestive, nor think about his psychic abilities, this would be more confusing for him and the probable return of them.

For now, the situation was not enough to want to carry them again. He stopped for a moment to think about how common his situation is for normal people. He made a gesture of displeasure and disgust before someone with black hair came to mind. Satou, whom he admired so much. Had something similar happened to him? Most probably, simply a short wait, skipping the bathroom for a few moments and then being able to relieve himself. In fact, it seemed normal to him at all; he did think so.
Satou was right there with them, he agreed to come on the trip and Saiki stopped to admire him once again.

A thing of moments. Kusuo clenched a fist before noticing his desperation increasing, without his bladder showing compassion. So suddenly, that he clenched his thighs together and didn't dare look at the action. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other without trying to be too obvious, and then, he remembered one thing.

Being like Satou Hiroshi meant keeping an absolute low profile. It didn't matter if he no longer had psychic abilities, Saiki purged attracting attention in any way, and he knew how much he enjoyed the solitude of it. Unnoticed.
With his powers, he was not normal, at all, but he could avoid people or certain situations that brought him out of his invisibility.
And now, unable to control his physiological needs, ending in annoying movements and a slight feeling of vertigo.

Confused, he preferred not to think about it. Whether or not it was in his best interest to be psychic. He simply knew that it would be better for him to find a bathroom soon.

His legs began to rub together and sweat soon formed, until, after making his legs tremble, his bladder fell silent.

God, may it do it forever.

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Saiki had finally managed to get into the taxi. It took them a considerable time, even more so considering that they were one of the last groups to go up. He was sitting next to Nendo, who was a total idiot anyway. Hairo, he was at the other end of the back seat, and Kaido got in front.
The pink haired guy could only think about his arrival at the hotel, emptying himself, and then seeing the extensive list of desserts that it could offer. He was anxious about both things, and also about isolating himself from everyone once they got to the hotel, he wished he could do it.

He wiped the sweat from his temple and then bit his nail, his mind cleared before the landscape they were passing through on their path, he tried to enjoy things after all, he tried to be infected by the emotion of others, minimally, but he tried.
He leaned his hips back and crossed his legs for a more comfortable position.
Even if they were somewhat cramped in the seats, at least he had an idiot next to him, turning around at all times and directing comments at him about the city, but idiotic and not bold. Kineshi, who was much more attentive, would probably, if Saiki wasn't careful, manage to notice that something was happening and then insist on it.
Why? He wouldn't help at all and it would be embarrassing, but that's how he is.

«No Nendo, the aliens did not build Tokyo.»

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Kusuo pressed hard on the ends of his shirt, making the fabric rough, and making it stretch out the excess.
Unable to stay still, he tilted his body to give him room to move his arm and then moved to press the button that opened the window, hard, pushing the glass down and quickly searching for a distraction.
He put pressure on his pelvic floor and brought his thighs together, he approached the window in an attempt to remove the sweat that fell from him.
He felt the desire something sharp, something persistent, sentient and something noisy, like something that enveloped him little by little and was impossible to be ignored, or to be inexpressible; and being executed.
He was too close to his friends, they could notice something if they looked closely at him for a few seconds, no one was interested in that, but Saiki feared it on a high level.

«Ugh»

Since he woke up he couldn't empty his body at all. Until that moment, in no way, it was a nuisance. The insistence of his body that he felt and experienced right now, surprised him. Now his annoyance persisted, asking to be heard with more and more continuity. He brought his legs together and then relaxed them, doing this several times for an indeterminate amount of time, while he closed both eyes. He tried to focus on his breathing, on the rhythm of it, watching how his chest moved quickly, and trying to avoid this. A gasp escaped his mouth, and he immediately fell silent. However, this was enough to draw the attention of the brainless man next to him.

"Buddy?"

It's something that quite a few people would pass up, however, Nendo was curious. A lot. He turned almost his entire head towards where he was, waiting for a response. With his eyes open, interested. Saiki wasn't going to answer anyway, but then, something happened that took everyone's attention to a completely different place.

"Oh God!-"

«Who forgets his luggage at the airport?»

Shun's eyes filled with tears. About to feel mortified. He may have actually gone into shock. He had left all his luggage forgotten at the airport, completely blinded by the emotion that this trip provoked in him. Hairo had Saiki and Nendo's baggage at all times, wanting to improve himself and show strength.

"Can we get down here?" immediately, everyone came down. In an absolutely unknown place.

Kaido shook Nendo's arms. "My luggage!" He whimpered.

"Calm down, Kaido! It will be there, let's just take another taxi there." Hairo tried to encourage.

They were a group of lost young students; with a blue haired boy who was crying over his abandoned luggage, and two who had no idea where they were. But... but they also had a pink-haired boy in misery. With a bladder that became incessantly desperate as the minutes passed...

«Well, they are idiots, hm..?»

«This will take a long time... Good grief.»

«Good, Saiki. You can do this.»

He searched for himself, talking to the inside of him, seeking to calm down.

They opened the trunk, put their things down and the taxi left. They hoped that they were not in an area totally devoid of social activity, and that taxis passing by were common.
Given the heavy luggage they were carrying and the fatigue that this could entail, they sat on the bench.

In an uncomfortable position, especially for the pink-haired who accompanied them.

"Let's go friends! Do not be discouraged! I'm sure your luggage will be right where you left it, Kaido, and then we can finally go and contemplate the beauties that Tokyo offers us."

"You're right, Hairo. Let's think positively, surely the managers saw him and took him to safety!"

Nendo laughed. "I wouldn't believe that, chibi. Probably a couple or group saw it and took it, your luggage must be lost, forever!"

"Shut up! That is not true!" Shun burst into tears, again.

While Nendo, as usual, teased the blue-haired boy and laughed, Saiki couldn't find a stable position for his situation. Sitting on a stool, not high enough, was uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable not being able to close his legs the way he wanted. It was uncomfortable not having the same support, pressure. He tried to bring his legs together and then rested one arm and his chin on them. Visibly restless. As if he were nervous.

The atmosphere was comical for the rest, so, this time, no one paid attention to him. He began to move both legs slowly, from side to side, while he still remained seated. He felt a chill that made him shudder, and he sighed. He swallowed and clenched both fists tightly; with something he had to take out his growing impulsiveness.
His face seemed more upset than usual. Simultaneously, with both eyebrows together, they could be really stuck.

His face, more than anything, was one of surprise and concern. He still had confidence in himself, but he couldn't deny that feelings of insecurity might begin to invade him. Measuring times. Thinking, opening doors, generating possibilities.

Well, he was fine. He could sneak into the airport looking for toilets while the rest go with staff to get the luggage.

He sighed once more and rested both arms on his knees.

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After a long while, everyone understood. They were in a ridiculously isolated place, and nothing would happen there, at least not anytime soon. Kusuo nervously gently bit his right sleeve, still on his knees. Swallowing repeatedly. Everything, little by little, as the eternal seconds passed, made him think simply of one thing...

«I wish I had teleportation again.»

Uh... It would be so easy. That he would pretend to go to the bushes for something he dropped, or pretend that he would go look for alternatives, and then... teleport, and relieve himself. He had these impatient thoughts as he sweated harder and harder.

Everyone got up. They couldn't stand another second looking directly at a road that showed no signs of life, and they decided to walk. Where to? They just didn't know it. They started walking straight, right where they were going. The four of them hoped to soon reach a more public place, where it would be easier to find transportation.

Saiki sighed. Why did everything have to be going so wrong? A snag or two might not have been so bad, but... that everything just seemed to agree to postpone and postpone the release of his fluid, that was surprising and ridiculous to him.

After a while of walking, a while of Kusuo trying to maintain his composure, and time continuing to pass, the pink-haired boy's heart was beating faster and faster. He tried to contain himself without making any kind of movement or pause; that would inevitably make him stop his walk. Feeling his desire to progress, to soon reaches its summit again.
Desperation inevitably invaded his heart and he began to breathe rapidly. In an arduous and then slow way, consecutively.
When he got to the point of barely being able to keep quiet, his legs shook beneath him. Walking seemed immeasurably difficult, and he stayed inches behind the rest, who were very busy with their business. Sweat was sliding down his cheeks, a product of his concern, and the fear of being heard or seen almost completely eliminated him. He swallowed and looked closely but hurriedly at his surroundings eagerly, and there, he saw a long bench. Stunned, he didn't even hesitate, he wanted to approache. Being there was the best. His effort to look discreet was so much that the sweat was about to soak his face completely, his hands were about to burn from squeezing them with his nails and his breathing would get out of control at any moment. Barely able to support himself, he reached the bench and sat down hurriedly, rushing to place both hands on his knees and manifesting all his effort against them. He closed both eyes and, concéntrate, and sighed deeply.

"Saiki?"

«Good grief. Please let this end soon.»

"Saiki, are you okay? Do you feel very tired?"

As always, he didn't use his buccal cords at all.

Hairo added, "I think we should slow our pace a little."

«It's not- it's not that... If possible, please hurry up.»

«Okay guys, anyway, we're not in a hurry at all.»

"You're right, if the managers kept Kaido's luggage then it will be there, if it was stolen, us going faster won't change anything," Nendo completed with a mocking smile.

Amidst the atmosphere of laughter and fighting, Saiki's body calmed down a little. He was the first to get up, since by that point everyone was sitting down. He didn't want to waste time. The simple fact of thinking about them finding out what was happening to him made him anything but comfortable. He never remembered a situation in his life where he was desperate, not even when he was younger.

After another prolonged period on foot, the environment was beginning to look different. More crowded, and less abandoned. Everyone unconsciously quickened their pace at this, thinking that they would finally have the return and finally, finally that precious vacation.
They reached a road which was definitely much more active. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, the relief our ex-psychic felt was stupidly minimal. Insufficient.

"Ahh! Yeah! It must be much easier to find public transport here, right?"

"Yes, Kaido. Definitely yes. Good! We didn't give up and we finally made it."

Everyone walked, at least they knew where they should go, so they waited for a transport that had that same destination. There, buses were much more common, so they headed to a nearby stop, which had a small line of people. They waited, and Kusuo hugged himself. His skin crawled and his gaze didn't occur to rise in the slightest; the whole time he was looking at the same side, the concrete that supported him. He gave a loud sigh. Still angry with the circumstances. The most worrying thing for him, for now, was that they found out what was happening, he definitely wouldn't allow it. He was grateful that the continuous movements of his hands were not as noticeable as if he moved his legs, or his hips. He sometimes looked at his nails, sometimes clenched them into fists, sometimes made patterns, but they had become an instrument to dispel impetuosity.

He put his foot up one of the steps of the bus. Then he climbed both of them, and then began to walk towards the bottom. He managed to sit up, and that gave him some relief. This time he had Kaido next to him, and Hairo and Nendo were in the two seats in front of him.
Saiki put both hands on his thighs. He wasn't the first of his friends to come up, so on this occasion, he wasn't on the window side. The only thing he could do was look at his legs and focus on his breathing.
His hands fumbled with the fabric above his thighs. Saiki closed both eyes doing his best to remain calm.

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When they were close to arriving, his pupils were small. His face showed discomfort. Last I heard is that he rubbed his thighs in succession. Relieving his urgency had become more than necessary.

And anyway, they didn't notice at all. Proud of it up to this point. The relief he wanted was near, and he couldn't deny that he was becoming a little impatient.

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After all, there was a bus station relatively close to the airport, and his colleagues had actually come up with the genius of taking separate taxis. At this point it doesn't even matter.

They got off the bus and walked to the airport, which was no longer a very long distance away.
When they saw the entrance, almost without thinking, Kaido quickened his pace to go in search of his precious and lost things, followed by Hairo and Nendo immediately following them. The pink-haired boy stayed further and further behind. He could use this to his advantage, so he waited to lose them completely, seeing how the melee distance was increasing and they didn't even notice. When he could barely see them, he changed his route immediately. With long steps, he entered the airport and began to see his surroundings in a hurry.
He was impatient, and if he was honest, he regretted not being able to use clairvoyance to make this more instantaneous.
Kusuo started winding a bit of his hair on his finger while trying to locate toilets.

On the other hand, he had no idea what his companions were doing or what exactly had happened, but he was grateful that they had completely forgotten about him for now. He stopped for a moment to breathe loudly, calmly.

«You are close. Just... go ahead.»

After that effort to remain without anxiety, he continued searching with his eyes. He managed to see the typical symbol that indicated toilets, with an arrow and some stairs next to it. He just had to go up a little and he would make it.

He held onto the railing to climb the first step and then climbed the others much more quickly.

I will not make the description long because what he found later, just climbing up, did not satisfy him at all.

«In maintenance for theft of supplies» a barely well-made white sheet mentioned.

The pink haired boy returned and descended from the top of the stairs. Without further ado, he stopped to think.

«Good grief. No, it can not be. This is more than a nuisance.»

«Good. There may also be on the ground floor. I just didn't look hard before. Come on.»

Determined and dynamic, he began his journey again. Downplaying third parties. There, including his friends.
Which he encountered after walking with wide strides, and he didn't expect to do so at all. He gave a start at this and then asked for mercy from whatever called itself heaven, with his eyes. He looked at them for a few seconds, perhaps he seemed terrified. With a disdain of really being the last thing he wanted to see at that moment.

«Saiki! Here you were! Look, I survived.» Kaido mentioned excitedly as he raised his arm with his luggage with a smile.

«I didn't.» Saiki thought with an anguished expression on his face.

"We were right, someone had seen the abandoned luggage and they took it to the managers. We achieved it!"

«I didn't achieve anything.»

Saiki's mind showed one hundred percent insecurity for the first time. What would he do now? He... Could he wait? He now had to wait all the way from there to his hotel. Oh God. He admitted within himself that it would be difficult... In itself, much more difficult than he thought.

This already exceeded the limits that made him think that this was something common, habitual, normal and nothing so exaggeratedly bad.
Everyone turned their bodies and started walking. As soon as they took the first steps, Kusuo stopped after two or three footsteps. This was immeasurably critical. He could quickly go look for a bathroom on the ground floor but... there was no guarantee that he would find it, and he was convinced that there was no way he would ever make his friends find out what was happening. Get attention, make them aware, make them... worry about him. Did it disgust him enough to give him strength to his bladder?
That's what he would think if he weren't so indecisive right now. Instead of deciding, he began to watch how they walked. He looked back. Then towards them again. He started walking towards them without saying anything else. He wasn't completely sure of any scenario. He didn't know what the future held for him from now on. However, he did nothing but walk, and keep walking, and keep walking, until he left that large and busy airport more and more behind.

And then to be a block away from it. He looked back one last time. In his mind of course he went back, and look for more alternatives... If only he were alone. But no, he had to be with those unpleasant people, in that unpleasant situation. Repudiating.

Again and once again they found themselves in front of the street where the buses that directed them to their main destination passed. Kusuo's mind was a mess in that situation.
He hoped he wouldn't regret not having done anything later.

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If he could do worse, it's probably in a situation where he's dead. Or who knows, that didn't sound that different from what was happening right now. With Hairo next to him, anxiety invaded his heart, he was actually alarmed concentrating on not being so obvious.
He sighed and began to move his fingers rhythmically on his legs, his breathing was intense. He was definitely sure that the heat he felt was not from the ambient temperature at all. One foot trembled under his seat.
Fortunately that window could be opened, although he felt the air colder than normal due to the excessive sweat he had. He turned his face fully towards it making sure Hairo didn't notice his struggle.
Without being able to avoid it, one of his legs began to bounce, and his heart was unstoppable.

His conflict had become more than a longing. For just a moment, he forgot that he was no longer a psychic, and made an attempt to use his power of restoration on his own body. The surprise was disappointing.

He put both of his hands into fists on the side of his thighs, and squeezed them so hard that they tightened like metal. He immediately stood up straight.
He didn't know what to do with his eyes at all, but he moved them worriedly from side to side. Without being able to rule out that his body does not grant him mercy. He swallowed and made many attempts to lessen the feeling of being on edge at his spasm, but nothing worked. And nothing would work if he tried to keep silent and static.
He would say that his face, but, his entire body began to burn from the effort. He tried to make anything but noise.
His fingers held his thighs so tightly that it hurted, but it was incomparable and harmless.
He evidently lost control of his voice at last.

He put both hands over his mouth at such a moan denoting suffering, and the previous redness he carried only grew. Clinging to maintaining neutrality, stability. But this only got worse, and his eyes glazed over brittlely.

«Please. I do not want to be here.»

His complaints became frequent, and by this point he had of course already caught the attention of the redhaired next to him. Being eccentric as always.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt!?" He raised his voice quite a bit.

Yes, he was hurt, but it wasn't what Hairo thought.
He tried to breathe calmly, but that didn't work either. He could tell when he heard the trembling exhalation.
The fabric of his sleeves was on the verge of being uncomfortable after accumulating so much sweat from hard work.
He looked deplorable in Hairo's eyes, enough to worry him.
Kusuo shook his head, even making sweat splash a little.
If he had had powers, possibly a telepathic message would have been enough, but now there was no way to get rid of him, unless he managed to look good, which, at least now, was not the case.

He denied being wrong, but Hairo insisted anyway. Then, the other two boys who were in the seat in front of me turned around. Everyone stared at him, while his body still didn't give him a chance.

"Do you feel bad, buddy? We can help you?"

Faced with not much to do, he shook his head again. The rest looked at him helplessly, while they felt the truck stop softly.

It wasn't a big deal, it simply stopped at a place where they sold different desserts or snacks, and some passengers would go down to buy some.
Saiki would have loved some candy, if he weren't in a situation where nothing could cheer him up.

"Do you want something? We'll go down for a few things." Hairo mentioned as he looked at Saiki sadly for the last time.

Kusuo and Shun would shake their heads after this.

Tears threatened to fall directly onto the pinkette's face, he felt like he couldn't control the trembling that he called aggressively, as he gritted his teeth.
Seconds felt like hours to him.
His bladder finally did not emit discomfort, although he would not remain silent.
The one who broke the silence, of which Kusuo was little aware, was Kaido.

"Are you excited, Saiki? Have you been to Tokyo before?"

He was not enthusiastic, and traveling had always been foolish to him. He simply shook his head, apparently denying the last question, although in reality he went to both.

"Honestly, me not so much, I find this completely boring." There was Kaido again, trying to look cool when in reality he was one of those who begged for that trip to be made.

Just Shun being his usual self for a few minutes, and then Nendo and Hairo got back on the bus with some things they had bought.
They approached the two of them, and sat down again where they belonged. Hairo offered Saiki some of his own, but he did not want to. Everyone returned to their respective places.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth, chibi."

"Huh? Why should I listen to you? How about you put something disgusting in my mouth?"

Nendo laughed in response. "What's wrong? Are you afraid?#

" No! I'm not afraid, although who wouldn't be afraid of you?"

"Then do it, it's not a bad thing." Kaido didn't see why not, so he obeyed so he could stop bothering him.

"...Oh, it doesn't taste that bad, what was it?*

"I told you you could trust me! Not a big deal, just almonds." He mentioned, smiling awkwardly.

"They were... what? Ohh no. No no no. Nendo! I'm... allergic to almonds! Moron!"

Complaints arose from the blue-haired guy in response, he immediately noticed discomfort in his body. It was certainly a serious and intense allergy, so he had to avoid them completely. But now there it was, he had ingested one.

Hairo worried."Kaido? Kaido! Don't worry, you'll be fine. Let's go to the hospital!"

Was there another option for the well-being of his friend? There wasn't, although this would result in the discomfort of another.

«No.»

"Yeah! Holy cow, I had no idea! Let's get Kaido to the hospital quickly!" Nendo did seem sorry.

«No...»

Zero chance. Not hypnosis to cover it up. No forced telepathy to help him. No teleportation to sneak around. No restoration for turn back time in his body. Completely helpless. Making the journey longer for him, making the pressure stay with him longer.

"Kaido is gonna die!" Nendo mentioned, being exaggerated as always.

«No. I will die.»

"Don't say that, Nendo! Let's take him to the hospital, just... how do we get there?"

"I think... there is one near a station before... and then two... You just have to transfer a little..." Kaido said, barely able to speak.

They asked the driver for an emergency drop-off, and later asked him about the name of said stations. Without further ado, he gave them the information and they rushed to the blue-haired boy's emergency.
They had to get off at a station, where a train with a different destination would later pass. They would travel just one later, and then two more, again by bus. Something tedious and a little complicated, but not convenient for our pinkhaired.

He found himself rubbing his thighs aggressively before being the last one off the bus. He looked behind him, and noticed that there was a person looking at him strangely because of this. He looked down, both pupils small, and he felt his face boil.

The four waited at the station where they had been left. Kusuo held onto a wall there, focused, worried, completely lost to his current urgency, with nothing else occupying his mind but time.
Issues. What a convenient situation to have problems and problems, all of this style. It seemed like some higher being was giving him a test, maybe some joke, or some lesson. He doubted he deserved so much evil. His mind continued to be busy wondering why.
He crossed his legs and disguised it as a resting pose, although it hardly served him any purpose; Because immediately afterwards everyone watched the expected train approach.

Kineshi and Riki had Shun supported, with one of his arms on their respective shoulders, carrying him while he began to breathe heavily due to the discomfort. They climbed the stairs of the train, which arrived from the opposite side. They only had to go back one station, walk a little and get on a different bus. There was a lot of transportation everywhere today, but life did not deign to give the pink-haired boy a measly bathroom.
The four of them sat together in the back seats. Hairo gave Kaido water, hoping his allergy wouldn't get worse.

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A journey, a journey where Saiki could only push his legs with his hands so hard that it hurt, where he could only breathe excessively without remedy, where he could only feel his heart on the verge of coming out of his chest. Everything seemed eternal in these moments of indescribable despair.
He rocked against his seat, pushing his hips back in search of relief.

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Walking was impossible, but since they couldn't go very fast either, he gave Kusuo a certain advantage. He walked slowly and clumsily, sometimes stopping to press his thighs together to avoid waves of urgency, anyway everyone was very busy and distracted with Kaido, so they didn't notice him.
Saiki had one eye squeezed shut when they reached the other station, and he was shaking fragilely without slowing down.
They arrived together at that different station, and almost right on time, because their bus was arriving with them. They stayed up front as soon as they got on, because they had to get down as soon as possible now, his friend was feeling worse and worse.
One more chance for Saiki to overthink about his powers. If only he still had them, it would be as easy as curing him...

They arrived with their hearts filled with concern. And yes, I'm talking about the 4. Although their reasons were different.
They approached the door as quickly as possible, got out, and hurried to the emergency room. Kaido continued to resist as much as possible. Saiki too.

The scene of seeing his blue-haired friend on an emergency stretcher was very dramatic, although the pink-haired's situation prevented him from thinking clearly. It really could fill every place in his mind one hundred percent, including the corners.
While Nendo went in to support his friend, Hairo went to get some things outside the hospital, energy drinks that could help his friend later.
Fortunately, Kusuo was not ordered to do anything. He maybe he looked very bad, he never knew it. Telepathy was no longer a part of him.

He stayed seated in the waiting room. They told him to stay there in case anything went wrong. Things didn't take long, because just with a couple of injections his friend would recover almost completely.
Saiki stood straight, trying in vain to maintain concentration. His abdomen felt heavy, bordering on painful, as he bounced both legs and closed his eyes vigorously. He held the ends of the chair with so much pressure that his fingernails nearly broke.
The anxiety transmitted by uncertainty was not beneficial in terms of absolute, because he felt chills run through his entire body, from head to toe.
At one point, his bladder, tired of waiting, contorted powerfully. The moment Kusuo felt it, he shuddered and his entire body became unstable. He used his hands to squeeze his knees so hard that it was distressing, his skin would probably be red after this. The fabric was excessively rough. Saiki groaned under his breath. His eyelids were scabrous from the intensity present in the closing of his eyes.
His sweat and murmuring only grew.
In a moment he moaned again and doubled over in his seat. Both of his hands were still holding his kneecaps, but he bent so much that his hair was able to touch them. He felt his warm breath all over his face, as he had his legs in front of him due to his position. By mere reflex, although a little because of his pain, his eyes shed a few tears.
Although he opened his eyes he saw nothing but darkness due to how hunched over he was. He hyperventilated, holding the cloth in front of his, and almost bit it when he clamped his teeth down hard.

This could not be tangible in any conceivable way. It is assumed that his name would be an imprint, that all his strength would remain within his psyche forever. Of the trio of psychics, he was the strongest in the entire PK academy. And now all of his attempts to control his body were ineffective. He teared up even more. The idea of repentance crossed his mind. The regret of getting rid of his powers...was taking over him.
Each breath of him seemed like a moan, a growl of anguish, of exasperation, a sound of martyrdom. He found all of this torturous.
He unstooped once and for all, and watched one more tear fall just above his thigh, which was now not only bouncing, but completely tense and wavering.
His lips almost bled at the retaliation he made against them, and just before that, his bladder gave him a break.

Both of his legs were still bouncing nervously, shocked by what had happened before. Fearing the worst again. He wiped away all traces of tears and breathed hard.
He continued to wait, trying to do it.
Increasingly impatient seeing that no one was calling him for absolutely anything. What he feared most was that they would need him for any reason, and by not being there, making the waiting time even longer.
He looked at the tile. He moved his hips continuously, rocking in his seat. Being seen moving might make his face turn red with embarrassment, however, luckily there was no one there, and he really wanted to avoid the emergency waves. He simply remained restless, complaining very often.

«I can't... But I have to resist...»

He stood for a long time staring at nothing, his eyes open helplessly.
Inevitably, he fell into complete despair.
He shook his head and rose frantically from his seat, seeking to release his greedy desire.
Fearful, with his hands almost vibrating. He started walking out of the waiting room. He almost fell to the ground after crashing directly into the redhead who had given him earlier orders to stay and check.

"Oh, Saiki? Where are you going?"

The pink haired man's eyes widened violently, his heart almost stopped, meeting the person who had previously given him an order to remain there until called was terrifying. He looked into his eyes for a few seconds with a begging look, and then he looked away looking for a convenient excuse. But, without saying a single word, he returned to where he was sitting before, and this time, Hairo also sat next to him, surprised.
A torture. Being able to notice and perceive all the curious looks that the redhaired gave him. Frustrated because he didn't give him any chance to dissipate his pressure with movements, staring at him so often and so intently.

Kusuo trembled. He tried to mutter to himself, he closed both eyes to hide how bright they were beginning to become, he avoided even moving a finger or breathing. His inhalations and exhalations were so ragged that he seemed fake, overacting. Hairo, the charitable and attentive boy, next to him. When he was in an adverse situation, being a victim of his own nature.
With the skin dyed an incandescent shade of carmine, pulsing as it was pressed so hard by the blood that rose from him.
He found himself clenching his teeth with such effort that it resulted in a slight tinnitus. A tear slid down one of his cheeks, and he knew it. He would run away. He rested both hands on his seat to gain momentum and get up, but Hairo barely noticed this movement, he held his sleeve delicately, rather wanting to get his attention.

"Where are you going? I have everything I need! Kaido will soon feel better."

«Why the hell would he care? Holy crap, this is ridiculous, I...»

Almost as if he knows what is happening and his interest was totally to leave him without opportunity, without option, without dignity. The pink haired boy acted even more strange, returning to settle where he previously was. He crossed both legs and bowed again. His breathing would find himself betraying him once more.

"Uhm, hey... Are you sure you're okay?" This time his intonation was more concerned than upset. He was even able to sound empathetic and certain that something was happening to Kusuo, something terrible. The pink haired guy's arrogance was a double-edged sword, although against him. He nodded his head, this time in a more shaky manner, without any delicacy as he could not help but denote discomfort.

"You know you can ask me for help with anything, right?"

How would he help now, if Saiki's situation was him against him? I mean, him against his body, on a battlefield and too helpless, metaphorically.
Another shiver assailed him, a drop of sweat slid over his bangs, and fell directly into his hand.

The pair's eyes widened as they saw his blue-haired friend return, with Nendo helping him walk back. Hairo got up from the seat quickly, and almost hugged him with emotion.

"Kaido! You're fine, for God's sake! Don't worry us like that!"

"Yes... I'm sorry, I completely forgot to tell you, I hope I didn't delay us too much" he said with a weak voice, it was still a bit difficult for him to speak.

"Oh, don't apologize chibi, I should apologize for giving you that without asking."

"Well, we're good now! Let's keep going!" Hairo mentioned, immediately turning his body to walk.

It seemed that everyone could solve his problems today, except for Kusuo, who only lamented, hoping not to faint.
He would not wait any longer, nor would he remain there any longer, so without taking into account the third parties, he began to walk towards the exit.
His steps were long and incessant.
The little weakness that still remained with Kaido did not allow them to advance at the same pace as Saiki, but they eventually arrived with him. Only for him to start walking at exactly the same speed again.
When they arrived, they saw him holding onto a grab tube. He had both thighs together and was bent over a bit, it seemed like he was really avoiding making any effort to even stay up.
Once he saw them approaching, he immediately returned to normal and brushed his hair out of his face. He tried to adjust his glasses to feign neutrality and indifference, a gesture of nervousness, until he remembered that he did not have his glasses at that moment.

Without impediment the bus arrived again.
The moment they ascended, Kusuo sat down quickly. He crossed his legs and tensed them so much that his muscles were nothing short of numb. Unable to remain inert by that point, he would know that flashpoints would be frequent.
He bounced both legs, making noise with his shoes from the force of it.

At one point he brushed a hand violently against his thigh in retaliation. The noise was unmistakable, and denoted clear abysmal anxiety.
The others were also looking forward to arriving now, starting to get slightly frustrated by the delays. Likewise, no one would be as frustrated as the pink-haired boy.
He squeezed both eyes shut, trying to tell himself that this was the last journey at last. He readjusted himself on his seat. Again. And again. And one more time. He felt himself too obvious, and he suffered at the thought that he might be found out.
He shivered, arched his back, and flexed his neck directly into the seat pillow. Even with both eyes closed, and with a breath so convulsive that he could barely make it exist, as if each inhalation and exhalation were small storms that shook his body, that shook and tortured his bladder. The urge to urinate surged through him like an incessant tide, eager to find a safe harbor in which to alleviate his situation.
And all of this in front of his irritating friends.
His worried voices could form an echo in his head just by imagining them.

The road was not very long compared to the deferral of liberation from longing for him. Little by little he began to see signs indicating proximity to the city. He inevitably felt anxious, expectant of release, his eyes open with agitation.
Only to be cut off from his hope with the bump he later encountered on the road.
Making Kusuo leak for the first time and squeal about it, muffled by the deafening sound of the tires.
He made a fist at that moment, immediately. He also buried his other hand in his thigh. Very close to his crotch.
His clouded vision accompanied by daze from the strong struggle was not favorable to his pride. How little memory he had of him at this precise moment, where the only thing he wanted was to resist.

Hairo's phone rang. He saw what it was about, and It was a call from Kokomi.

"Hello, Teruhashi? What's happening?"

"Hello Hairo, we had... a slight problem with the hotel and the reservations, and they did not allow us access... We will have to change the meeting point and then look for another hotel. Are you close?"

"A little, yes. Ok! See you there and look for another hotel."

"Thank you Hairo, goodbye."

He didn't even want to think too much about it, he just continued waiting, sitting and grieving.
Each traffic light seemed to last forever, and each sign simply gave him more and more anxiety.
So overstimulated, at the limit of absolutely all his perceptions, seeing everything much more exaggerated and negative for him.

He muffled a gasp through his teeth and arched again.

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Maybe he could say that he'd waited long enough and the last few moments wouldn't be the worst of it, but every second felt eternal right now to him, even the last few.
Or those he thought were last.
Feeling victorious when he noticed the bus stop and mark his long-awaited arrival was only something insignificant and not at all beneficial, because his bladder falsely believed it was finally in the right place to let go of the heaviness and let itself be free.
He was the last of his friends to come down, no matter how much he wanted to be the first. In that surge, he stopped his entire body, to the point of barely breathing. The people behind him, ready to get off, were interrupted and gasped in surprise, doing nothing beyond looking at the hesitant boy in front of them and him unable to avoid it for even a measly second. At this point, it was more essential to maintain control of himself and not lose the shred of dignity that he barely retained.

He finally came down, and met up with his three friends.
He didn't consider how long he had to walk, so he just started doing it. It was difficult for him to even concentrate on his surroundings, so he was just following the others. His mind rested one hundred percent on holding it, every corner of his mind dominated to do it well.

For this reason, in that neglect, there was more and more social activity. The environment was changing. The clouds were found in a different place, as was the sun.
A lot of time had passed that Kusuo little realized. But of course, it was unfavorable for him.

His friends went into a store to get a bottle of water to make the journey less tiring. The pink haired boy leaned against a wall and began to moan loudly, while, standing up, he placed both hands as close as possible to his crotch. He didn't hold it. In reality, he was intending to lessen the pain caused by the constant friction of his thighs. Recharging hurt, and breathing too, but if there was something considered the most painful, it was continuing to resist, the question of... Why? Were the obstacles really so many that they hadn't made him find a toilet yet?
He trembled in fear once again and almost cried over it himself. He simply longed not to lose all control.
Abusing his capacity, he began to walk once again, with erratic steps, with no one knowing his despicable situation.

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Once they arrived, the silhouettes of his companions became more and more noticeable. They increased in size, until they too were noticed.
Teruhashi was the first to approach, and she greeted them with a smile.
As usual, everyone sighed and returned that greeting.

Shit. No. Why now? Kusuo shuddered and it was impossible not to hyperventilate. Then he felt a trickle run down the bottom of his left leg. He contracted both thighs, calves and ankles. His knees bent a little towards the ground and his feet. He put his hands on them. He sobbed.

It didn't take long for him to open his eyes and notice the horrified faces of the others. Yumehara took a step back.

"What's happening? Saiki? Hairo, Nendo, Kaido? Did something happen to him?" Teruhashi mentioned with a terrified look. She tried to approach the boy, but he tried to stop her with his hand.

"Well, he... He told us that he was fine." Hairo did not utter another word, but the helplessness and concern were notable in his voice.

"I mean... He says he's fine, right, Saiki?" Kusuo nodded to Shun's question, although his facial expressions showed otherwise. His eyebrows were so shortened that they seemed to want to intertwine in an enigma of anguish. Having one of his eyes closed, and that vision barely perceptible due to how cloudy it was, only gave him the opportunity to see in a blurred way the worried faces of his classmates. His breathing was accompanied by his trembling, and although this could be seen throughout his body, this was the most notable.

"I'm fine-" A shattered and irregular voice caught everyone's attention once again.

"E-everything's fine..." Saiki stammered again. This time, it was barely understandable, but he said so as not to accept anyone's help, and simply turn away, or try to.
The others were really trying. Chiyo raised a hand in his direction and was ready to walk behind him, but Hairo stopped her.

"Stop."

The brown-haired girl looked confused.

"Don't continue, he won't tell us."

Almost everyone frowned helplessly, and then began walking to the hotel where they were going to look for reservations. Every second seemed like an eternity to Saiki, and every spasm of him felt worse and worse. With nothing new to add, they went on, and on, and on. Each step was torturous, and needless to say, he was unable to walk normally at that moment, and in those later.
The steps seemed calculated to be extremely short.

And it's no surprise that Saiki was now tearing up at every moment, out of pure reflex.
The class was divided into 3 sections, and unfortunately as usual, Kusuo was left with those usual ones. For this reason, Aiura approached him to talk to him from one moment to the next.

"Hey, weren't you thinking of saying hello to me? Hey, I love Tokyo, it's one of my favorite cities. I hope you and I can go somewhere!" She mentioned, trying to break the ice, because although there was always Saiki's side, today it was more... evident.

"Kusuo! Ahgg, it can't be, I miss your forced telepathy, so at least I could hear you somehow." Mikoto pouted moments later, but the boy wasn't even able to pay attention to her words.

She seemed to be the same girl, cheerful and catchy as chewing gum, as always.

The purple-eyed boy's breathing was heavy and loud, he finally felt himself at the limit.
His skin was pinkish, and his moist eyes did not yield to indifference. It was barely noticeable, but he was holding the top of his pants with one hand, and, probably, if he still had psychic powers, it would be damaged by the vigorous and violent force applied there.
He wished to be left alone, although he refrained from wishing so strongly, for he had almost completely given up on his hopes of being alone.

His mind was an irreparable mess, almost unable to process information in its entirety. He applied an effort that he would never have thought he would apply.
He could easily and without hesitation consider that walk the most difficult and unbearable of his life.
They turned onto another street, turned a corner. Everyone turned and no one noticed, even Aiura had already been distracted by arguing with Akechi.
And when this happened, Saiki held the lower ends of his white uniformed shirt and almost harshly retaliated against his crotch, but he didn't. He leaned against the wall and held on to the sharp corner. A leak ended up soaking his underwear, and he really was a bit lucky that it didn't come across that aqua green fabric.
He snorted, and shivered. With even more despair than before.

«I am... a respectable and reserved boy... My reputation w-will be...»

He held back a couple of sobs, but it was impossible to hold back the beads of sweat, the salty tears of his, that tremble of his fed up and tired body, and, of course, how contracted his aching muscles were.

There was no other escape. And when he opened his eyes, he didn't look so obvious anymore, but eventually everyone had come back to check where he had left off. If his eyes could be opened any more, they would probably pop out. He looked down looking for a reasonable explanation.

"Saiki, my God. Don't do this to us." How incapable Kuboyasu felt was reflected in his voice. And all of them, really.

"Whatever is happening to you, friend, it is important that you tell us, it could get worse! Downplaying health is completely risky and unnecessary, please just-"

A moan from the pink-haired boy silenced Akechi.
Hairo turned around, highlighting and understanding Saiki's hubris, his excessive arrogance. Even knowing that the boy would be left behind at any moment.
And once he did, he spoke to those close to him.

"Friends, let's leave him. As soon as we have a reservation, we will immediately take him to the hospital."

He did not want to accept any other answer and continued walking. Everyone followed him with stress expressed on their faces.

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They entered the hotel, and Kusuo watched his trembling foot touch the elegant floor.
Most of them approached the reception, except him, who stayed at the entrance for a few seconds, and then leaned against a wall inconspicuous to the others.
He hid behind some kind of pole there, and tried his best to even breathe. However, the desire for another escape from him took over the lower part of his abdomen. He held his crotch, his arms shaking. The only thing he asked for was mercy. He bit his lip, and as he lowered his head again, he could feel and see his tears splash onto the floor. He remained vibrating from all sides, until the desire disappeared, and fortunately his underwear did not become wet anymore.

He became so careless that he didn't notice how Aiura was approaching him.
The girl greeted him cam nting a hand, probably curious why so isolated.
He immediately saw her, he changed his expression to a monotone. His eyes were tired, half-closed and expressionless, but full of tears. He couldn't get rid of them in time.
He looked stoic as always, but with the evidence of his pain present in the gleam in his eyes. Worse for him, they cooled down again. A tear was about to fall down his tear duct, but he managed to avoid it with all his strength. It was painful, and he wished he didn't have to endure it anymore. Yes, he was sorry enough to cry about it. Every second was simply more and more damaging.
He bit his tongue beneath his lips. The gyaru girl couldn't notice his pain when he did this act, she noticed him...indifferently. Unfortunately for him; That only made her get closer to him.

Saiki turned his crystalline gaze away from her and his head turned just three quarters. He would love to be able to stop himself from shaking.

"K-kusuo... I came to ask you if... will you want to go in the pool with me when we finally book the hotel?" The boy nodded his head helplessly, he found no other solution to be left alone. He put his hands behind his back.
He squeezed them, one against the other, and I promise his arms almost froze from the force. If he had started bleeding from digging his nails, he wouldn't be surprised.

The blonde smiled, and something distracted her almost immediately. Everyone took steps, discouraged, directly towards the exit.

Waiting for them to open the door to a room and finally being able to go in and relieve himself there was crap, but things could have even gotten worse.

"Let's go to the hotel one block across the street, guys. They don't have any more places here." Kaido demanded nonchalantly, knowing the ease with the closeness of both of them.

Oh, poor Kusuo. Trapped at a crossroads, call it an endless labyrinth, a dark vortex, a lack of something. He just knew that he was paying a dear price. A very, very expensive one. Ending the day with his dignity finally intact seemed almost a pipe dream.

How humiliating.

He couldn't seem to get any more pathetic, but in fact he could.
Even though he was bleeding, circumstances continued to leave him with nothing. He was heartbreaking.
They all walked, and without any hope, Saiki also followed them. He ran it his frantically over his green tie, brushing each of his palms.

I lied when I mentioned that he had no hope, because the strength with which he held his crotch was terrifying, almost motivating. The pink haired guy hid again... outside. Once everyone entered the other hotel, Saiki stayed outside and leaned against the wall next to the entrance. He no longer cared if there were people on the street passing by or not. They would never see him again. He preferred, helpless, to once again stop the leaks that threatened to come out and almost destroyed his strength.

Before any of his colleagues went and asked for him, he entered the hotel. He isolated himself to a delicate wall of a beige and refined tile.
He dropped his entire body on top of it, and continued waiting in agony, nothing more to note.

All the third parties were almost in front of the reception desk, again.
The place was bright and illuminated, with expensive spotlights in every corner.
They were waiting for them to finish serving some people this time.

"Uhh, come on, I hope we find a place here, and can finally finish this day with you." Teruhashi mentioned, imagining that this would be the last of their problems.

«We would all like to spend these days completely well with you.»

They all thought almost the same way at the same time, and somehow, Teruhashi knew it. She seemed to be and feel like the same lovely girl as always.

Kaido then spoke to Nendo and Aren.

"You don't know it, but a large part of the dark union rules in Tokyo, it is the largest city in Japan! This is where their secret building is, indeed."

"Is it a big building? You couldn't even if you wanted to with that height" Nendo laughed after saying this, and Kaido twitched his eyebrows for a moment, then stopped.

He laughed a little, ironically. "Say what you want, but you will regret making fun, you don't know that you have me, Jet Black Wings, the salvation, in front of you." Kaido pointed to the shiny tile with his index finger, while looking at himself. same in the reflection.
Yumehara looked at him carefully, which she always did when Shun was delirious.

On the other hand, Aren and Akechi were talking.

«Damn, why is he talking so much? I missed half of what he was telling me.»

"And for this reason, it is one of my favorite cities, the best for me in Japan. It's just, can you believe it? A building that lights up one day where it is going to rain and automatically warns you about it, is simply incredible wherever you look at it, I wonder what kind of technology will they use? Maybe it's..." he kept thinking, but in reality Kuboyasu wasn't even paying attention anymore.
Touma finally finished talking so much.

Matsuzaki had sent a couple of boys from class two to check if those from class three were okay, and they had been able to make their reservation correctly.

"We're almost there." the group representative responded to Reita.

Yes, Toritsuka had been one of them, along with Satou. Satou Hiroshi. Both had been in charge of verifying class 3 and giving reports.

Before Toritsuka approached Hairo, he was going to go straight towards Kusuo. And he could notice it. The sight of him was distressing and expressed pure anguish. He saw Saiki like he had never seen him before. Well, of course, the pink-haired boy was at his limit. But no one here knew about it, and Reita preferred to approach the rest to ask them about it. More than anything, out of intrigue.

"By the way... Hairo, what's wrong with Saiki? He's more isolated than normal, it would seem like he's even hurt or something like that..."

"Well, we... we don't know, he hasn't mentioned it to us, but... It's obvious that something is wrong with him. We planned to go to the hospital necessarily in fact, after getting all the reserves ready. We just hope he feels better. Maybe he's secluded to relax a bit. In fact, I'm pretty sure his blood pressure is low, from the trip or something."

"So like that, uhh?"

Meanwhile, Satou went to the other hotel to tell the professor that everything would be fine soon.

Toritsuka didn't mention anything else, on the contrary he placed a hand on his chin, ready to think.

«It's actually... the first time I've seen Saiki-san like this. I know it may have something to do with his powers, maybe he feels weak without them and that's why he doesn't want to tell them... What do I know? He maybe he got sick and can't heal, or he got injured and can't use the restoration...Who knows? It may be something simpler... Maybe he just needs to pee, or maybe he's starving... Or he's tired. Don't know.»

"Kokomi!" Chiyo mentioned with a cheerful voice as he approached the bluenette.

"Yeah?" She looked at her with a warm smile.

"Shall we go shopping at that famous store nearby? They sell beautiful things." Her eyes expressed excitement. The girl put both hands together and placed them on her chin and looked up. "Maybe we can even surprise the guys with something from there."

Kokomi blushed warmly and softly. “Do you really think so?” She already thought she was already brilliant, but the idea of attracting the attention of her love interest was inevitably exciting.

"Of course, and you look great in everything!"

The girls smiled at each other.

And on the other side, Aiura was laughing with Nendo, even if they hardly interacted much.

Shun and Aren were also talking, topics irrelevant to mention.

Hairo had finally approached reception, since it was his turn.

What was really relevant here was the plaintive scream that resonated throughout the hotel and echoed all too discernibly. The looks were instantaneous, and so was the planting. In fact, it was the last thing to be left behind. The tears were inescapable. Everyone, stunned, focused their gaze and one hundred percent concentration on Saiki, who was pressing his crotch hard, with a force never seen before. He was shaking in his arms, hands, legs, hips, feet. His whole body was convulsed, actually.
The others, who were previously simply doing their thing, focused all their attention on the unfortunate scene. Their eyes expressed fear, dismay. Their bodies, atony. No one moved or took a step. Except for Saiki, who gave a futile one.
To simply remain inert again and make that floor squeak due to the effort, also present in his feet.

«I'm going to...
It shouldn't be possible. No, please.»

The first liquid to fall to the ground was a couple of drops of sweat. And the first to wet his clothes were the now uninterrupted tears, which formed a grayish color on the collar of his white shirt.

«Oh my God. Oh my God. Mercy. Just no. Please no. Don't hate me, heaven. No, no, no, no.»

His ability to think had been exceeded, and unfortunately his hopes too.
Before he could react to knowing what would happen, control ultimately slipped away.
The inexorable thing happened, and the dark patch extending on his lower extremities was the cruel proof of it.
Which he obviously tried to stop with his limited strength. His eyes were closed so tightly that it seemed as if they wanted to completely seal off the outside world, diligently denying reality.
Saiki said goodbye to his dignity. The urine destroyed everything.
He stammered a curse, shook off his distressing, deprecating moans as his pupils darted toward the ceiling, even with his eyes closed.
Talking about of his eyes, they burned. Everything inside him burned and burned with exaggeration.
Actually, not just the inside of him. His face and his entire body were burning. He first gritted his teeth with perseverance, and then he passed this to his lower lips. That they even bled fragilely and barely noticeably when receiving all the impulsiveness, the work.
It was an epiphany. No one knew exactly what was happening until they saw the evidence. The puddle that little by little began to form and then spread beneath his friend.
His broken crying was evident throughout the room. He overshadowed the liquid that fell with disproportionate force and only spread the puddle more and more.
He sweated so hard that his hair felt cold.
His hip was leaning against the graceful wall as he continued to lower himself, and he didn't stop.

Everyone's looks were one of disbelief, each one took steps back reflexively, while their lips opened in surprise. Let's focus on Reita's gaze for a moment. The purple haired boy gasped in surprise.
Immediately, he brought both hands to his mouth and whispered to himself "I... was right." And then he let out a tiny mocking laugh that Kusuo heard perfectly, and his heart burned with anger.

He crossed one leg, then changed position and crossed both. That didn't work for him so he doubled over, with an effort born from nowhere and giving his last to resist.
He lost the strength on his legs completely, and fell to the tile.
He genuflected, completely bowed down and surrendered to his own defeat, losing all support completely.
For moments, and when the panic appeared more, specific parts of his body trembled more than the rest for a few seconds. The shock was relentless. He didn't last long kneeling, because, a while later, he fell on himself, and now his hips made contact with the ground. He tried to avoid this humiliating position, so for milliseconds, he stood on one leg and bent the other.
No, it didn't work, and now he could lean his back against the sophisticated wall behind him. He did so, and he also pressed the back of his head hard, so hard that his head hurt. All this, without removing his hands from his crotch.
Without a doubt he was putting on quite a show. He hated attention, and now he was the center of absolutely everyone's attention, and probably would be for the rest of the day. He couldn't stand another second of living.

«Stop.»

Saiki Kusuo begged his body to stop, but it didn't listen. The revenge was evident. His muscles had done him the favor of resisting for hours, and now they let him know that they had limits.
He cried more when he remembered why he ended up like this. That stupid, senseless decision to withdraw his psychic powers. It was definitely the worst thing he could have done to himself. He vibrated with pain, external and internal. It was hard to hurt someone who was always so indifferent and in his past, he was the most powerful psychic. But, having him sit in his own urine, still releasing, was enough to be intimidating.
Degrading, without a doubt.
He continued to wet himself, totally defeated on the floor.
It didn't stop. Some of the lights of the elegant hotel were reflected in the accumulation of failure belonging to him.
It just spread, and spread, and spread, forming a long puddle that flowed so much that the distance between the end of it and Saiki's body was immeasurable.
It was hitting his clothes hard, and he could hear it, the rest couldn't.

He did not observe beyond the nothingness that his closed eyes offered him. He saw small lights thanks to the strong closure, and also to the tears responsible.
He didn't know why, but he opened his eyes halfway through his urination. Serious mistake. Life itself seemed to want to curse him even more, so he encountered the worst. Some eyes. Black bangs that slightly covered them. A school cut, monotonous, average. A uniform worn without anything notable. A boy from class 2 named Satou Hiroshi.
The one he used to stop and admire. The one who could make his eyes shine and make him feel excitement, a certain envy. Smile.

He met his gaze.

They both looked into each other's eyes for two seconds. Saiki's pupils didn't dilate like they usually would upon seeing him. On the contrary, they narrowed. His entire sclera spasmed. His eyes almost convulsed.
He closed them again, and he began to sob. A lot. He wanted to disappear. Had he really seen him in his worst state? Impossible.

He hated himself. He was in the final seconds of reliving himself from it, which wasn't even very relieving. His lower abdomen hurt quite a bit because of everything he endured. Physically, he no longer felt anything but pain and wetness.
Emotionally, he felt devastated.

The flow liquidated, and he finally stopped. It stopped flow, and finished hitting Kusuo's clothes.
Hiroshi had already left, but Saiki guessed that he felt uncomfortable, like a normal person. Precisely because he was the most normal person he knew.

He didn't believe it. He repudiated his being completely.
For a moment, he forgot the exact moment when he decided to withdraw his abilities... Those abilities that he had born with. He could have avoided all of this, he felt stupid.
He just was whimpering. He was sobbing, trying to deny reality, his eyes were swollen, with such an intense color on his lower ones.

A long moment of silence. A lot, in fact. The people around? Besides his classmates, the others also had thoughts about it. A grain of sand of fortune among an entire desert, but at least Kusuo couldn't read his minds, no more.

“Sai…” it barely wanted to come out of Kaido's mouth, but it didn't.

Teruhashi felt embarrassed. She could almost tell that she was ashamed of the scene, and of saying that she was her partner. It could ruin his status. But, hey... she was worried about her love interest, that pink-haired guy. She didn't say or do anything except remain in shock, just like everyone else.

Kusuo didn't breathe, and for a while, he stopped crying. He didn't feel better at all, but he wasn't crying anymore.

«It's not possible, Kusuo.
I'm a despicable idiot. Please... Tell me this isn't happening.»

He opened his eyes. His sight took a while to recover.
He only managed to see how Aiura approached him. He saw her, with a completely lost look. Dissociated, vulnerable. Before the girl reached him, he stood up.
He was in a state of complete languor, but he managed to get up.

His hands slipped on the smooth wall as he tried to get up. Of course, they were wet because he used them as a support so as not to collapse and be stranded on the floor.
His clothes dripped. He was definitely making a mess. He could have found himself feeling on the verge of a meltdown.
Kusuo was already up, shaking, and with his eyes barely open. His eyelashes were still wet.
Saiki felt devastated, sordid.
All the time he was in a hurtful restlessness, which, furthermore, had not come to an end. It was still missing.

Before starting to walk to leave, he heard how a boy from reception approached his friends. He simply told them, with disdain, that they should go to the department for cleaning things.
A shiver ran through Kusuo for the last time, he almost broke down and cried again.
He left there, with big steps. He snatched Hairo's luggage from him. And although they thought about following him, they didn't.

Kusuo withdrew, and there were plenty of looks.

𝛹

He was sitting on a bench, head down, hurt, completely incredulous and not yet fully assimilated. Before that, he went to change his clothes. He couldn't restore his uniform, no. He had to endure a degrading walk through the city. He changed in a bathroom. He cried there too.

Now, he was thinking. And in fact, quite a bit. Light tremors continued to run through his entire body when the flashes of that humiliating moment returned. The, without a doubt, worst day of his life.
He just wishes he could teleport to his room and cry with the pillow pressed to his face. And he felt horrible wanting to cry, just like a pathetic human with normal emotions. Something he didn't even do as a joke.

He lost track of time, but he actually spent an enormous amount of time sitting, staring into space, thinking and blaming himself for everything. Every time a flash attacked him, he squeezed both eyes tightly trying to avoid it. He couldn't do it, of course.
He placed both hands on his face, rubbing them rhythmically, an action and a gesture that expressed one clear thing: dishonor.

𝛹

He didn't notice them, but his classmates were approaching him.
He almost ran away when he saw them approaching, but they managed to stop him. They all mentioned his name at the same time, and eventually stopped him. Everyone thought more rationally. They knew what happened, the fact that Saiki couldn't help it, and how terrible it felt for him. They felt empathy, although Kusuo clearly took this as immediate pity. They spoke to him, and they all came to him once more. They felt really bad for him. Although of course he hated himself more than anyone.

"We won't tell nobody, Saiki."

"Forgive us. We didn't know how to help you."

"We had no idea what was happening."

It was obvious to everyone that he had been holding on for a long, long time and that the embarrassment of mentioning or asking for something was his worst enemy. They could say that they understood the situation considering how cold and reserved Saiki was, how much he tried to hold back. They even blamed themselves very minimally. The pink-haired boy blamed himself thousands of times more than they did, but they did it.

They kept apologizing for a very long time, which didn't help.
He did not mention a word to them, but they understood that he did not have the courage to do so. They simply managed to convince him to get up and go with them. They did an act of kindness, so they booked another hotel a little further away, so that Saiki wouldn't have to pass through there again. Place that would probably cost him even more social difficulties. If before he rejected being the center of attention, now it was his greatest terror. By not feeling capable of one day overcoming what happened to him.

𝛹

The remaining two days on the trip were... different. But it was definitely torturous for the pink-haired boy, because he could not erase the minds of his companions, nor his. As time passed, he understood a little of the fact that he was now much more defenseless. He didn't like the fact at all, but he accepted it.

All the boys had fun, the second day, Saiki woke up tired, because sleeping had been really difficult for him that night. He was always with the rest, isolated as always, but his gaze was weak. And so with every place he went with them. He didn't even dare make eye contact for a second.
His group was with him all the time, and they all had fun, enjoying the trip.
They rarely met with those from Class 2, but Kusuo avoided Reita at all costos, also hiding from Satou or avoiding his gaze. It just was mortifying.
When he saw him, he began to almost tremble with embarrassment, and with quite elongated steps he tried to keep his distance from him as best as possible.
On the third day, they did not have time to do many things, since their flight left in the afternoon. Early they went to places irrelevant to mention, and then, finally, to the airport. They boarded their plane back to Hidariwakibara. Kusuo fell asleep. In fact, it was something he loved to do lately. So he forgot everything.

𝛹

When they arrived, everyone went directly from the airport to their respective home. Saiki was the first to leave.
He could feel the gaze of his classmates, who still felt understanding. Aiura looked at him with somewhat discouraged eyes.

«Poor him, he really hates attracting attention as much as he says... So he made that decision wanting to have a peaceful life, but...»

The blonde didn't approach him, knowing there was nothing she could do.
Akechi did try, but as expected, Kusuo ignored him.

When he arrived at his house, he opened the door quickly. His parents saw him, and were quite happy for him.
His mother came up to greet him.

«Hello, Ku-chan! Welcome back home.»

He just looked at her for a few seconds and then went up the stairs quickly. He didn't feel up to anything at all. He entered his room, and closed his door immediately. He lay down once more, and, after staring at the ceiling for minutes, he fell asleep.

When he woke up, he tried to read a book to clear his mind, but it almost didn't work. Concentrating on it was very difficult, because... he knew that his classmates remembered what happened to him.
For a moment of mortification, he covered his face with the book tightly, genuinely embarrassed.

His father had brought a cake that he bought from somewhere near his work. He knocked on the door of Kusuo's room, and although he didn't answer, he just entered. He left the dessert on his table.

"If you like."

And he left, suspecting nothing. Saiki got up from his bed and slowly walked towards it. Without any expression, he began to eat it. Normally he would smile, but here it is the clear exception.

𝛹

A couple of days passed, and he began to have those problems with the return of his powers. That, at least, managed to clear his mind a little.
But, for a moment, he thought he might get some advantage out of it.

If he could take his powers back with him, then he could mind-wipe everyone. He hated his powers, but at this point he didn't even care. He just wanted to get rid of what happened to him.
Fortunately, Kusuke was visiting with them that day. Saiki approached his brother, and was direct. He first died to tell him the reason, but he was direct.

"I want my powers back."

The blonde looked at him in amazement. "What are you saying? How by? I thought you hated them and were sick of them." He said, looking away from the book he was reading.

Kusuo didn't respond for seconds, but he noticed, and reacted.

"I just want them again. Help me." He almost asked for it, please. He didn't want to elaborate or explain further, so he asked nicely. Kusuke didn't see why not, after all.

"Well well. To do that, you will have to... think about them, and not ignore when, in some way, they show some return. Just let it be. When you have some kind of mistake and use of them, do not try to deny it. And think that they are still with you. You can start wearing the glasses again to attract them more. Don't deny them."

Saiki walked away, with nothing more to say, he walked away.

He took the advice for another couple of days, and, surprisingly, that was enough. He did several tests on it. He tried to levitate, until he succeeded. So with many other powers. Eventually, he became psychic again. He wore the glasses and imitators of them as he always had.

He went with his companions, one by one, to erase their memories. He hit them with that device that was specialized for that, and although his brain would fill that space with something unpredictable to know, it was better than with something humiliating that actually happened.
So and he did this, with absolutely everyone.
It was torture doing it with Satou, by the way.

He had finally finished it, and he thought there was no one else remembering it. Until he was able to use his telepathy on Toritsuka.

Oh no. The purple-haired boy had not forgotten the fact. This was because, he had had the thought before. Although it was something very ephemeral, he had thought about the probability of Saiki's problem, and for that reason, the memory remained exactly the same. Saiki almost panics when he finds out.

The next day at school, he had to face him. It was terrifying, but it was better than letting anyone hear about it again. Kusuo was supposed to be the only one who would know, and although it hurt him, it was much less worse.

«Toritsuka. I got my powers back. Toritsuka... Don't you dare tell anyone about... That day»
He said, with forced telepathy, as he looked away.

«To nobody? I thought almost the entire class knew.»

Kusuo blushed at having to confess this, but he had no choice.

«No. I... I erased their memories. I tried... to do it with you too, but I don't see that it worked. Don't you dare let them find out again.»

Reita looked surprised. He gave a mocking little laugh into his fisted hand over his mouth.

"Good. Tell me the color of that girl's underwear and I won't tell anyone."