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𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎:
"𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙿𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐!?"
Shoto has absolutely had enough. Day in and Day out his fathers words and actions have just gotten meaner and more painful—his attitude towards his own son has always been appalling but in the last few years, It’s gotten to the point where Shoto genuinely wishes some days he would have died at the hands of his mother. That the boiling water would have found a way inside and boiled his brain into nothingness.
But alas he lives on. He can’t not live. He isn’t suicidal. He doesn’t want to die, he just—wants to be free from his father, but unless the number one hero somehow passes, Shoto just doesn’t see a way out. Not yet. But that's the thing. He only has to endure three more years of this. Three more years and he will graduate and move out, never looking back at his family home or at the angry, bitter man that lives inside it. Knowing that is what keeps Shoto alive…However he has found other means to keep himself sane.
It started out purely by accident…literally and figuratively. Training days run long and hard in the winter. Crime on the streets is lower because even villains don’t want to freeze to death. It's good for every other hero. They get to spend the colder month at home more often, and spend time with their families. For Shoto it’s hell.
Endevor had worked him till he couldn’t feel any of his extremities, half frozen, half charred…all numb. Once he lost the ability to stand he was useless to his father…so he left him there in the training room, Unable to move. Shoto might have been numb in his arms and legs, but he could still feel all the aches and pains his dad’s harsh training left him on the inside…Including an extremely full bladder.
Shoto didn’t want to pee on the floor of the living room ... .But that's where he managed to crawl with his arms before his bladder had enough and thoroughly soaked his clothes, the tatami mat and the corner of the kotatsu his sister must have been using. Nobody was home and so after a few hours, his legs came back to him and he hurried to his room to clean up, shower and clean his clothes, Anxiously awaiting his punishment. He knew it was going to be bad. If he even spilled water anywhere outside the bathroom he would be left with a nasty bruise, So peeing in the living room…He thought it might actually be the end of him.
Except punishment never came, in fact, nobody ever mentioned it to him. A week later during a family dinner when they were all sitting around the Kotatsu, Fuyumi mentioned an odd smell. Shoto froze, but his dad’s tired sigh followed by a story about how since they have an open air living room, with shoji screens and a wrap-around porch, that a stray came inside and lifted its legs on the Kotatsu.
His sister sympathized with the dog, saying that it must have been cold and just wanted warmth. His dad seemed annoyed by the smell and the mess but that it can’t be helped in the colder months, and it is worth it for the cool summers they have.
Shoto never peed in the toilet after that dinner.
It’s petty really. His dad is the one who cleaned the mess up, he later learned. Apparently he didn’t want the cleaning staff to think their house was infested or that they let animals run wild. That was just the little factoid that sealed the deal in Shoto’s mind. Something he could do that would make his dad’s life just a little more miserable. Nobody likes cleaning up pee. He made it his mission to make his dad go crazy. Finding little puddles of pee around the house.
Shoto was smart about it too. He didn’t limit it to just the living room. No. Once it started to get hotter out, Shoto would ask his dad if he could leave the window open at night. Once he said yes, He would pee on the floor there too. Limit the suspicion that the only room in the house that wasn't getting mysteriously peed in was his.
At some point, Shoto realized the only room he hasn't peed in is his dad’s personal office. There is a smell. After months of it and his dad’s poor cleaning skills, of course there is. With the slight stench of stale pee stuck in the carpets and tatami driving everyone insane, His dad stopped leaving the shoji screens open. Stopped letting anyone sleep with their windows cracked and even went as far as to install ac units to prevent anyone from even thinking about breaking the new rules…Shoto was annoyed. Annoyed that he didn’t get to pee in his dad’s office before he ‘animal proofed’ the place.
However, one day…One lucky day. The shoji screens were wide open once more. His dad finally caved and paid movers to replace the tatami in the living room. It was embarrassing for the man, Shoto could tell. When they lifted up the matts there were obvious urine stains in the underlayment. They ended up having to sand and seal everything meaning the chemical smell was intense, hence leaving the shoji screen open.
Shoto could have peed anywhere, but, like the gods were giving him a sign that he needed to finish what he started, his dad’s office door was left open. He isn’t stupid enough to hall himself up in his office and let workers run wild around the number one hero’s home. So when his dad stepped out to probably relieve himself in a proper place, the hall bathroom, Shoto slithered into the office.
The choices were endless…On his bookshelf, into the filing cabinet, The corner, on his laptop…But no. Shoto’s eyes landed on the velvet armchair sat in front of his large wood desk. He knows it's expensive, and he knows velvet would probably be impossible to clean. The problem is…He can’t close the door to the office. It locks, and he obviously doesn't have a key. The worst thing that could happen is he gets locked inside with a puddle of piss and his dad finds him.
The problem is the workers could pop in and see him, if he were to take himself out and pee on things like he has been. The chair is an awkward length and he is in his UA training uniform still from after school practice…It’s a jumpsuit. His whole rear end would be out for everyone to see… But he has to do this. Shoto decides he will simply pee his pants.
It’s not the first time he wet his training outfit, he knows how to clean it and he doesn’t care if the workers see his pants are a little wet if he walks by them..He is a kid, kids have accidents, after all. He has only peed in his clothes a few times while doing this to his dad.The first time obviously was by accident. The other times, he was still scared he might get caught and thought if he simply wet himself, he could blame it on it truly being an accident and get away with it.
The only person who ever saw him with wet pants, after he had peed in his father's closet was Fuyumi. He was stepping into his room to grab clothes when she poked her head in and saw his stained sweatpants. He told her that he misjudged his ability to hold it and wet himself on his walk home from a local park. She believed him and even consoled him. It was nice.
Feeling the memory of Fuyumi comforting him, like how his mom might if she were here. If he was little again and had an accident, He sits down in the chair and releases his bladder.
It’s easy to just pee wherever now. When he first started this…whatever it is, He would have to try really hard to pee anywhere but the toilet but now he can easily go without much effort. Warmth floods his pants, pooling under his butt and soaking into the plush chair. It feels almost nice and—
“I see! I can get that for you in a moment, I must just grab my checkbook…Shoto—What are you doing in here?!”
Shoto’s eyes shot open at his dad’s booming voice. His booming voice from only a few feet away from him. Looking at him while—
“No. No—stop—” Shoto whispers to himself, panicked. He is peeing. He can’t stop—
“Were you asleep? Why are you in my office!?” Shoto doesn’t know what to say. He can’t speak while—
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
“Are—Are you peeing!?” Shoto frooze, but his pee didn’t. The drips quickly became splatter, falling out of the chair and onto the wood floor below him.
“I–I—” Quick. Shoto racks his brain…What could he say? How could he make this not end in his death?? Sleeping? His dad mentioned sleeping? The door being wide open sends in a draft, the smell of sealant hits Shoto’s nose and his brain lights up.
“What is the meaning of this!?” The longer he thinks, the angrier his dad gets, so he goes with it, the first plan that comes to his mind.
“D-dad? Where am I?” Shoto rubs at his eyes, trying to pretend like he still isn’t peeing forcefully into his clothes.
“You're in my office…You know you're not allowed in here.”
“Oh…oh my god!” Shoto stands up, The second his stream ends he stands up and looks down at himself shocked, immediately, he pretends to lose his balance and grab onto the desk for support. “I–I don’t know what happened. It smelled really bad in my room because you said we can’t open widows and I felt sick s-so I came in here to try and get away from the smell…I think I passed out and—”
Shoto has no idea if the chemicals they use could make someone pass out and pee themselves, but—it must be believable enough. The flames engulfing his dad simmer down to their usual intensity
“Sit down, Boy. You look like you're gonna kill over. Fuyumi-san!” His dad shouts, Shotos just thankful it’s not at him.
“Yes?” His sister peeks her head through the door a moment later.
“Your brother is sick. He—urinated on himself and seems to have passed out. Assist him in getting changed and cleaned up and then take my car. Go somewhere until the workers leave and the house airs out. We can’t have him falling ill, He has to be in tip-top shape for training tomorrow.”
“Oh my! Shoto-kun! Are you okay?” Shoto feels bad for roping Fuyumi into this. Even worse when she helps him walk all the way to the bathroom and even runs a bath for him.
However all the remorse he feels falls away when they walk past his dad’s office and the hushed curses followed by the sound of a spray bottle and paper towel can be heard. Suddenly Shoto can’t wait to ask his dad to replace the Tatami in his room…He wonders if he can wet his own bed as easily as he did his dad’s chair…