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𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗:
𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝙿𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐
Izuku can’t believe the sight he is seeing. Eraserhead, Aizawa-sensei, His teacher just—peed his pants and oh god—
Izuku wiggles in place. He really, really needed him to say that he would escort him to the gym, or let him go off campus or something because he really needs to go.
“Kacchan…” he wines. It was the blonde's idea for him to go ask. He has been murmuring about needing to pee for the last hour, out loud.
“Damn, he said no?” Kacchan asks, Izuku can see genuine concern in his friends eyes.
“He—Kacchan, Aizawa-sensei wet his pants! I gave him my jacket, see.” Izuku motions down to his uniform shit, Kacchan’s head whips in their teacher's direction.
“Holy fuck! That's—Is that what he expects anyone who has to pee to do?”
“Kacchan!!!” Izuku does not want that to happen! He—He has already caused so much to draw attention to himself, the last thing he needs this year is to be the person who also wet his pants during the fire drill.
Sensei can get away with it! He is Eraserhead…Deku however is a different story.
“Shut up! I wasn't making fun of you, Nerd. I’m just saying thats fucked up…We gotta think of something.”
“I don’t know what we can do! I can’t run off and it’s—I really gotta go, Kacchan.” Izuku normally didn’t even think about using the bathroom at school. He was always so absorbed in learning that when the last bell rings his body suddenly decides to tell him he has needs, and neglects them and that's when he runs back to the dorms and goes.
“Okay—god, fuck—Sit down in the grass.” Izuku is practically pulled down onto the ground. They aren’t the only ones sitting, Izuku notices, a few people from other classes are. But nobody in their class is. Sitting down doesn’t help, Izuku notes. He can’t wiggle and worm around to help keep it all in.
“N-now what?” His voice wavers, he really, really, doesn’t think he can hold it while Kacchan thinks of a plan, his pants already feel wet.
“Fuck, fuck—uhm, Piss. Point your dick down and—shit, I can’t Deku—” Izuku watches in shock as Kacchan fumbles with the front of his pants as a small we patch appears on the front of them, a second later, Izuku hears it.
“Kacchan? Are you—” Izuku can’t finish his questions because the sound of Kacchan relieving himself into his pants—into the grass is too much for his body and it takes its permission to let go.
He follows the blonde's lead, pushing his member down and peeing that way. His already wet butt gets wetter and warmer as his pee rapidly leaves his body. He tries not to look at Kacchan who is doing the same thing, but it's hard not to notice how loudly his friends is peeing.
“Kacchan, Why didn’t you tell me you also had to go?” It all makes sense now. Why didn't the blonde make fun of him when he heard him mumbling, why did he push him to go ask Aizawa to take him to the bathroom? Kacchan was possibly worse off than him.
“Why the fuck do you think?” Izuku pauses and realizes. The blonde with red eyes sitting before him now doesn't look too different then when they were kids. Little Kacchan would, weekly, pee his pants because he didn’t speak up for whatever reason…Izuku never thought that little anxious side of his friend would still be true today. “Couldn’t fucking ask in class all damn day, Usally doesn’t get this fucking bad.”
“Hey! This isn't that bad. You were smart. Our butts were gonna be wet when we stood up anyways, right? That's why you had us sit down?” Izuku asks, Kacchan nods “You saved us both Kacchan!”
Izuku smiles, but inside his mind he is already trying to come up with a way to help the other, if he can’t ask to go in class—”how can he find a way to make it so Kacchan can ask to go to the bathroom without actually having to ask—a bell maybe? On his desk he could ring? No—but maybe if nobody else knew what it meant that could work but his class is smart they would figure it—”
“DEKU! I swear to god if you don’t stop mumbling about my bathroom habits!”
“Sorry, Kacchan!”