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𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗:

𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 *𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜*

Their last year of boarding schools snuck up on them. Their final exams are already around the corner. For Viktor, Yuuri, Yuri, and Otabek, this test would be the culmination of years of grueling practice, sweat, and sacrifice. It wasn’t just an academic test…it’s a measure of their commitment, their passion, and their skill. This id the moment that would define them, not just as athletes but as individuals. Not many skaters can say they completed all their years at Serebryany Leden Academy. Most came, honed their skills as skaters with the country's top tier coaches, and then left to receive an easier, traditional education. These four boys however, wanted to stand out and be the best of the best.

The exam hall is large, lined with long rows of wooden desks. The atmosphere is thick with tension. Some students appear calm, their faces masked with determination. Others, like Yuri, sit on the edge of his seat, his nerves threatening to spill over. Viktor and Otabek seem confident, if a little tense. And Yuuri… Well, Yuuri was just trying to hold it all together, a small ball of nerves, wondering if all the hours of studying with Viktor will truly be enough, or if he will choke under pressure once again.

They had all managed to sneak in a quick bathroom break just before entering the hall. But that had been 45 minutes ago and Only now was the proctor handing out papers and explaining instructions. None of them had anticipated just how long the exam would actually take…

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Viktor shifted in his seat, his eyes flicking between the proctor and the clock on the wall. It has only been 15 minutes since the exam began. At first, His mind was sharp, focused on the test at hand, but not too long after he turned the first page, was there something else pulling at his attention. A sharp pressure in his lower abdomen. A constant, insistent urge that he has been trying to ignore. But the longer he sat here…it was only growing harder to stay focused.

He glanced to his side and noticed Yuuri’s legs were crossed tightly under his desk as well, his hands fidgeting nervously on the paper in front of him. Yuuri’s usually composed demeanor was still there. He wonders if his boyfriend is in a similar predicament, or if his ridgid appearance is just because of the stress of it all. His face is flushed—he is sweating but he seems to be concentrating on the test, fully…Unlike Viktor himself who can’t seem to answer more than a few questions before his bladder nags him again.

Don’t think about it. Don’t let Yuuri down, Viktor thought, trying to stay composed himself. But as the minutes ticked on, it was becoming harder and harder to maintain a composer that nothing was wrong…

In the back row, Yuri was, of course, dealing with a similar, if not worse situation.  He shifted in his seat, trying to distract himself by scribbling down answers to the test questions. But every time he moved even an inch, the pressure in his bladder made itself known, sending little tremors through his body. 

Thankfully, the test was somewhat easy. Having skipped a few grades with the intention to have an early senior debut, he had to be sure to stay on top of his studies, but—his brain can only work so hard and right now, having it focus on two things at once is not helping…

At first, he thought he could hold out. He’s had to sit through so many exams before, right? But as time dragged on, and the minutes seemed to stretch longer than they should have, his resolve began to weaken. 

Yuri clenched his jaw, trying not to let the others see how badly he is struggling. He shouldn't even need to pee this badly….He went before the exam, albeit that was over an hour ago at this point…He knew stopping for coffee with the others this morning was a mistake…

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a small movement from Otabek. The stoic, composed man was shifting slightly, his fingers tapping nervously against the edge of his desk. Does he have to go too? Yuri thought for a moment, but the thought of any of his friends being as desperate as he is didn’t really make him feel better. It just made him realize how bad the situation was considering they weren’t allowed to leave the room until they completed their entire exam…It was known to take hours.

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The clock ticked slowly. Viktor was now blatantly shifting in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, tightly, trying to relieve some of the pressure. His brow furrowed in concentration, but his mind was no longer on the exam. Every tick of the clock felt like it was amplifying the need that was now screaming for attention. He began to even convince himself that he didn’t need the fancy slip of paper marking his completion of high school…He was already an olympic gold medalist….however he kept writing. 

Yuuri, noticing Viktor’s fidgeting, shifted nervously in his seat as well. He could feel his bladder pressing against him. Focus on the test, he thought, but it was nearly impossible. His focus kept slipping. He could still taste the faint flowery flavor of the warm tea the cafe had available this morning. He and Viktor and Otobek decided to try it, while Yuuri opted for his usual, Coffee. He really wishes he would have gone for water instead…

A faint groan escaped Yuuri’s lips thinking about water, barely audible. Viktor glanced over at him anyways, his eyes meeting his boyfriends in a silent exchange. There was no need to speak, not like they could anyways. They have been sending each other looks whenever the proctor is looking away, communicating their agony silently.

Yuuri’s hands started to tremble as the urgency in his bladder felt like it was reaching its peak. He bit his lip, fighting the urge to look around for some kind of escape. But there was none. The exam hall was silent, save for the occasional shuffle of papers. There was a trash can by the door but—he would be in so much trouble. 

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It was Otabek who broke first.

For all his stoicism and discipline, Otabek knew he wasn’t immune to the same human limitations as anyone else. The constant shifting in his seat had become more pronounced, and his face was starting to turn pale as he fought to keep control. He felt like this need came on so suddenly. He had to hold it. He had no option. He knew he just had to keep his muscles taught, But it wasn’t working. His fingers gripped the edge of the desk as he leaned forward slightly, his body tense. He didn’t understand why he needed to go so fucking badly.

Yuri glanced at him, and for the first time, he saw something in Otabek’s expression that he had never seen before— fear . Otabek’s jaw was clenched, his eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight back the inevitable. His legs were pressed tightly together, his foot tapping an increasingly frantic rhythm. And then, to Yuri’s surprise, it happened.

There was no warning, just a soft, involuntary release. Otabek froze, his face turning an deep shade of crimson as he realized what was happening. A wet stain spread across his lap, and though it wasn’t obvious to everyone in the room, it was enough for Yuri to see. The shame and embarrassment was evident in Otabek’s stiffened posture, but there was also a sense of relief flooding him. 

"Shit," Otabek muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted awkwardly, trying to hide the wet patch as it continued to grow in his lap. Otabek met Yuri’s eyes, and they shared an unspoken understanding. Otabek clenched down as hard as he could, once he released enough to be back in control.

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Yuuri’s breath hitched in his chest, his body trembling as he tried to fight the inevitable. He crossed his legs tightly. He was almost done with his exam. Sure…He doesn’t think he did his best but he is sure he at least didn’t fail. He knew enough answers without having to think too hard, thanks to studying that he surely didn’t completely flop it. The problem is, the last portion of the test is based on a passage he has to read, and he simply cannot focus on the words on the paper. He re-read the same line five times before setting his paper down and groaning. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to pee so he could do his best on the remainder of his test.

With a choked sob, Yuuri gave in. There was no other choice. He tried to be discreet, but the warmth flooding his pants was unmistakable. It spread across the fabric of his uniform pants, a dark stain forming beneath him. He couldn’t stop it. His whole body shook with the realization of what he was doing. How—he, as an eighteen year old was helpless wetting himself in the exam hall.

"Yuuri…" Viktor’s voice was soft, filled with concern. He glanced over at his boyfriend. his eyes filled an emotion he couldn’t place. He wanted to comfort Yuuri, but he also knew what was happening—he, too, was struggling, and they really weren't allowed to be talking…but he just can’t sit there and watch him looking so distraught.

"It’s okay," Viktor whispered, "nobody cares."

Yuuri looked up at Viktor, his face flushed with embarrassment, his lips trembling. "I’m so embarrassed, Viktor I—" he whispered, his voice cracking. "I couldn’t hold it anymore."

Viktor smiled softly at him, his voice soothing. "It’s okay, babe really—"

“Quiet!”

SNAP!

The loud crack of the proctor's measuring stick echoed through the exam hall and Viktor flinched, his nerves already stretched thin. The harsh sound reverberated in the silence, and for a split second, all eyes were on them, then quickly darted back to their papers. Viktor’s pencil slipped from his hand, rolling across his desk and falling onto the floor with a soft clink. He let out a soft breath, trying to remain composed.

“This is an exam!” The man's voice was a sharp, commanding whip. “No talking! Eyes on your own—”

But Viktor didn’t hear the rest. In a moment of sheer panic, Viktor’s body betrayed him.

He felt the  wetness now. The warmth already having spread through his pants, a sudden, unmistakable wetness that was quickly growing too large to ignore.. Viktor froze, his entire body tensing, as if holding his breath would somehow stop what was already well on it way into happening. the floodgates opened.

Viktor couldn’t stop it. the warmth spreading down his thighs, dampening the fabric of his pants and dripping loudly onto the floor. The shame that washed over him was immediate, but there was no escape. The sound of his own relief was deafening in the silence of the exam hall. The room seemed to shrink as he felt the warmth against his skin, the wetness that marked his defeat. A faint shuffle of footsteps reached his ears, and Viktor’s breath caught in his throat.

The proctor moved silently between his and Yuuri’s desk. He paused, shifting his gaze downward. Viktor instinctively crossed his legs tighter, trying to hide the wet stain that had spread across his thighs. But he couldn’t do anything to hide the puddle on the floor. The attention on him didn’t seem to last too long, His attention going to Yuuri.

Viktor eyes flicked from his pants to Yuuri’s desk, and for the first time, Viktor dared to glance at his boyfriend. Yuuri’s face was pale, his hands fidgeting in his lap, His pants were also dark at the crotch, and there was a faint sheen of wetness along his thighs. Viktor’s heart sank at what would happen to them.

The proctor’s lips tightened into a thin line as he assessed the situation, his expression unreadable. He didn't shout or make a scene, but his voice was firm, cold. 

“Yuuri, Viktor," he said, loud enough for the whole room to hear. "It appears both of you are… in a bit of a predicament."

Viktor’s face flushed, his stomach churning with embarrassment. He wanted to shrink into his chair, to disappear into the floor. He couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. His hands clenched into fists on the desk, hoping to shield his shaking body from the growing awareness of the other students who were now turning their attention toward them.

The proctor’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second, but it was quickly replaced with his usual cold composure. “This is an exam, not a bathroom break. You’re not leaving until you finish the test.” His voice was strict, almost clinical.

Yuuri let out a small whimper, clearly mortified. His eyes were wide, and the flush on his cheeks deepened as he tried to avoid looking at anyone. His hands gripped the edge of his desk, trembling slightly.

The proctor took a step back, looking from one of them to the other. “I’m sure you both know what’s expected of you,” he continued, his tone not as harsh as before but still stern. “Complete the exam. Then you may leave. Until then, stay in your seats and next time, use your time before the exam more…wisley.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, but they had no choice but to comply. Viktor felt his pulse pounding in his ears. His mind was reeling, and though he knew he had to finish the exam, the thought of sitting in his own mess for any longer was almost unbearable.

The proctor turned his back on them and continued to walk up and down the aisles, inspecting the other students. But his words echoed in Viktor’s mind, repeating over and over, trying to find any hint of what their punishment would be after the head teacher found out.

Viktor tried to focus on the test in front of him, but every second felt like an eternity. His thoughts kept drifting back to Yuuri, to the shame that was consuming both of them. Viktor glanced at Yuuri, who was biting his lip, trying to keep it together. His boyfriend looked as though he was about to break, his eyes welling with unshed tears. But there was no escaping the proctor’s directive. 

“Yuuri,” Viktor whispered softly, so only yuuri could hear, “are you almost done?”

Yuuri didn’t respond at first, his gaze glued to the exam in front of him, his hands shaking as he tried to write. After a moment, he looked up at Viktor, meeting his eyes. His voice came out low, shaky, filled with a mixture of anxiety and gratitude.

“I can’t believe this is happening, Viktor. I—I can’t believe I—” He broke off, his words a mix of frustration and disbelief. 

 “It’s okay. We’ll get through this. Just finish the test, and we’re done. We’ll never have to think about this again.”

Yuuri’s lips trembled, but he nodded. He forced his attention back onto the paper in front of him, trying to block out the pain of embarrassment and the overwhelming pressure and pain in his bladder that still lingered, even though he knew he was empty.

Meanwhile, Viktor turned back to his own exam, his stomach still twisted in knots. The room felt suffocating now. His hands were still shaking, but he gripped his pen tighter, focusing on the questions, trying to block out the discomfort and the humiliation.

And so, they continued. Both Viktor and Yuuri, in  what they thought were their own private worlds of humiliation and frustration, However

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Yuri and Otabek were faring no better. Yuri was practically trembling, his legs twisted beneath the desk in a desperate, almost painful effort to hold on. The pressure in his abdomen was unbearable, and his mind kept thinking about how Otabek had already wet himself, how he was now—albetit still looking uncomfortable in wet pants, but he wasn't dying like Yuri was…it was almost tempting to just—-

Yuri squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second, trying to block out the temptation. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it… But it was impossible. The sound of the proctor’s voice cut through the silence of the room.

“Yuuri, Viktor!” The proctor’s voice rang out again, sharp and biting. “It appears both of you are… in a bit of a predicament.” 

Yuri’s eyes opened in alarm, his heart skipping a beat. He tried to look innocent, but his face was flushed with a mixture of panic and empathy. His gaze flicked between the two wet spots on the floor—Yuuri’s damp spot was visibly large, and Viktor’s was still subtle, though no less shameful. He could see the proctor staring at them, but talking like normal, as if this was just another day in a long career of supervising exams, yet his words struck Yuri like a slap.

Yuri shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his body instinctively curling inwards to avoid attention. The proctor’s voice continued, now cold and unwavering.

“You will remain here until you complete your exams. No one leaves until it’s done,” he said, his eyes narrowing in a way that made the whole exam hall feel small.

Yuuri and Viktor both stiffened, their discomfort palpable. Yuri swallowed hard, his throat dry, his own bladder screaming for attention now that the distraction of Viktor and Yuuri’s accident had taken center stage. Yuuri and Viktor’s….Yuri can’t believe they pissed themselves—and Otabek…

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Across the aisle, Otabek shifted in his seat. He’d been mostly quiet during the ordeal, his gaze locked on the paper in front of him, trying his best to focus. His heart raced as he heard the proctor’s words, but for a brief moment, a small sense of relief washed over him. 

At least nobody noticed what I did…

He still felt the uncomfortable dampness in his pants, a lingering reminder of his own embarrassment, but it hadn’t reached the floor. He’d managed to hold back just enough, clenching every muscle in his body as he’d shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hand pressed to his crotch, doing everything he could to stay composed. The worst of it had passed, and as long as it was still contained to his seat, Otabek could pretend it hadn’t happened. He could finish the exam, get out of there, and never think about it again. He just hoped the blonde beside him would have a similar fate…

“Yuri…” Otabek whispered, He leaned over, hoping to keep the conversation unnoticed by the proctor. “You okay?”

Yuri's eyes flickered to Otabek for a brief moment before he lowered his gaze again, his legs trembling from the effort to hold on. He nodded, but there was a strained, tightness to his features that Otabek couldn’t ignore. 

“I’m fine,” Yuri muttered through clenched teeth, though the words sounded hollow. His body shifted again, the pressure still relentless. “Just... I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve got to finish this... I don’t care if it kills me.” 

Otabek was about to say something else, but the proctor’s voice cut in again, sharp and commanding.

“Quiet down! Focus on your exams. If anyone disrupts the others, I’ll be forced to take further action!”

Yuri went rigid. His heart skipped a beat. His bladder was waging war against him, but the thought of doing something that might draw attention again was unbearable. he knew he was at the edge, on the verge of losing control. But he couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t make a scene, not after Viktor and Yuuri and Otabek….

Meanwhile, Otabek’s own discomfort was escalating again, a low, gnawing ache in his bladder reminding him that his own relief had only been temporary. He shifted again, adjusting his posture, doing everything he could to ignore the sensation building between his legs. His face remained stoic, but his brow furrowed in concentration, trying to keep his body in check while he fought through the final stretch of the exam.

It was silent, but for the soft scratching of pens against paper and the distant ticking of the clock. The tension in the room was thick, palpable. Viktor and Yuuri were still struggling with their own predicament and now, Yuri and Otabek were  still battling with their own limits, each one trying to hold on. 

And the proctor, watching it all unfold, made no attempt to soften the atmosphere. "Keep working," he said, as if he hadn’t noticed the entire room had been shaken by the shared experience. "You will finish this."

Otabek’s pen trembled in his hand as he reached the final question. His stomach churned with a mix of tension, exhaustion, and a growing ache between his legs. The exam felt like it was dragging on forever. he finished his last answer with a shaky exhale. 

He put his pen down slowly, a sense of reluctant finality settling over him. But the relief that should have come with finishing the test was overshadowed by the cold, sticky sensation of his soiled pants, which he had so desperately tried to ignore, accompanied by the sheer and utter pain in his lower half.

The worst part wasn’t even the dampness clinging to his legs. It was that he couldn’t stand up. Not yet. Not with his pants in this state. The last thing he needed was to walk to the front of the room and have everyone see the damp patch. Not to mention, if he stood up, he might lose the fight he was still fighting with his body, But he knew the longer he sat there, the more likely he was to fully release where he was sitting.

Otabek shifted in his seat, trying to find a way to get up without drawing attention, but every shift made his bladder throb, and every movement seemed to deepen the discomfort. His legs were stiff, his body aching with a mix of exhaustion and physical strain. 

          Just wait a little longer, he told himself. It’s almost over. He didn’t know what he was willing his body to wait for…Everyone to finish? For the room to be empty so he could run for it? The possibility of him leaving this room with his pants only as wet as they are now was not looking likely.

He glanced around the room, and his eyes briefly met Viktor’s. Viktor was sitting straighter now, trying to look composed, though his face was still flushed with shame. Yuuri, on the other hand, had buried his face in his hands, clearly upset, and rightfully so…

He closed his eyes and took in a slow, steadying breath. Minutes ticked by. Otabek hadn’t realized how long he had been sitting there, staring down at the test, completely still, hoping the clock would move faster, that everyone would finish faster. His own bladder, however, didn’t give him any peace. It was like an electric pulse in his lower stomach, reminding him in painful waves of the pressure he had fought off for so long. 

It’s not possible... he thought, a sense of dread settling in. His body could only hold on for so long. The proctor’s footsteps echoed in the room, getting closer to his desk. Otabek’s heart thudded in his chest. 

“Finished, Atlin?” He asked, his voice cutting through the silence. His tone was neutral, but there was a sharpness to it that made Otabek’s throat constrict.

Otabek tried to steady his breath. Don’t let him see. Don’t let him know...

The proctor stood, waiting expectantly for an answer, But Otakbek couldn’t make the words come out. He was about to move on, about to pass him by. But then, something in Otabek snapped. 

The pressure, the discomfort, and the humiliation flooded through him in an overwhelming rush, and before he could stop it, the tears started to come. His eyes welled up, his chest constricting…the weight of everything had suddenly become too much to bear. His breath hitched, and his face flushed with shame.

The proctor paused, his eyes flicking down to him. He didn’t seem surprised. Instead, He simply sighed, his expression softening for a brief moment. He had seen this kind of thing before—students cracking under pressure, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. 

“A-Otabek,” He said, His voice less harsh now, but still firm, “are you okay? You’ve finished your exam. You can leave when you’re ready.”

Otabek’s shoulders shook, the tears coming harder now, despite his attempts to stifle them. It wasn’t just the relief of finishing the exam that overwhelmed him, It was the relief of his body finally giving in to what it needed. He wanted to vanish. No... no, not here. Not now.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, the other going down to grab the leaking faucet in his pants. But it didn’t work. He wasn’t sure if anything would be able to stop his body from going right now, he knew he needed to get out, fast.

His free hand trembled as he reached for the test paper, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. Without saying a word, he grabbed the exam and handed it to the proctor, the paper crinkling slightly under his grip. His throat was tight, and his chest hurt from holding in his sobs.

The proctor took the test from his hand without another word, his eyes flicking over his face. He had already seen what was happening to the poor student—what he had tried so desperately to hide—three in one exam was a lot even for him.

Without waiting for a response, Otabek bolted out of his seat. He didn’t look back, didn’t wait for any further instruction. His heart was pounding in his ears, and his vision blurred with a mixture of shame and relief. He rushed toward the door, his footsteps quick and uneven. He didn’t care about the exam anymore. He didn’t care about the proctor’s judgment or the room full of students who had witnessed it all. All that mattered was getting out. 

The door slammed behind him as he fled into the hall, his chest heaving. He didn’t stop running until the bathroom door came into view. He stopped inside, removing his hand from between his legs with the shattering realization he no longer needed to pee. His pants were wet—completely dark. Not a shade of the original gray showed through. For the first time in what felt like forever, Otakbek slid down the wall in the bathroom and he allowed himself to cry.

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Viktor’s mind was numb as he finished the last question of his exam. It had felt like years, the tension in his body finally breaking as he filled in the final bubble on his answer sheet. His legs were itchy and he was chilled, but at least the end was in sight.

He sat back in his chair with a sigh, running his hand over his face. I t’s done... it’s finally done, he thought, though it didn’t feel like any kind of victory. 

Beside him, Yuuri was still scribbling away, but Viktor noticed his husband’s movements had slowed, his face flushed with exhaustion and discomfort. 

“You okay?” Viktor asked in a low voice, though his own throat felt dry from the stress.

Yuuri glanced up, his lips trembling slightly. “I—I’m almost done,” he said, forcing a small smile. But there was no hiding the strain in his expression, nor the tightness in his posture. Viktor could tell that Yuuri was as over this entire thing as he was.

With a final, shaky exhale, Yuuri put his pen down, staring at the last question on his test. After a few moments, he pushed the paper away, surrendering. 

"I’m done" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Viktor reached over the open isle and squeezed his boyfriends shoulder. "It’s okay, love. It’s finally over." He stood up, his knees weak from sitting so long in one position, but the thought of walking to the front of the room, turning in the test, and—finally—getting the hell out of there, made the pain worth it.

Yuuri nodded silently, standing beside him. They both took a moment to adjust themselves, then walked up to the front of the classroom, trying to act as normally as possible despite the lingering discomfort. Despite the darkness that littered the backs of their pants.The proctor, still watching, gave them a brief nod as they handed in their papers.

As they turned to leave —a soft echo of snickers filled their ears.

Yuuri’s face flushed deep red. "Viktor, they're laughing at us, aren’t they?" he asked under his breath, his tone almost defensive, but more embarrassed than anything. Viktor felt his stomach churn. 

But when they both looked back, they saw that the laughter wasn’t directed at them. Viktor’s eyes immediately darted to the back of the room, where Yuri was now standing, looking... awkward. His legs were tightly crossed, his hand hovering over his groin in a way that made it clear he really needed to go to the bathroom.

It was then that they both realized—Yuri was desperate too?

"Yuri!" Viktor said, his voice uncharacteristically frantic. Without thinking, he rushed toward his friend. “Here, let me take it.” 

Yuri shot him a pleading look, his face pale. "Viktor, I—I can’t. Just—" His voice cracked, and he winced.

Viktor didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the test out of Yuri’s hands before the younger man could protest, practically pulling the paper from his grip and running it up to the proctor. He wasn’t about to let Yuri stand there any longer, not when the poor kid looked ready to lose it.

He handed the test to the proctor in a blur of motion, his eyes already flicking back to Yuri. "We’ll get you there. Don’t worry," he said firmly, as if he could somehow make it all okay.

Yuuri was already there, standing beside Yuri, offering him a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We’re not going to let you—" he started, but his voice faltered when he saw the tears beginning to well up in Yuri’s eyes.

"I can’t make it," Yuri whispered, the sound barely audible. His voice was strained, barely able to  breath. He swayed a little on his feet, his face a mix of shame, desperation, and embarrassment. His hand still gripped his pants, as if he were physically trying to hold the flood back. 

"Come on," Viktor said quickly, voice gentle but insistent. "We’re getting you to the bathroom. You can make it. We’ll help you."

Yuri’s eyes flickered to Viktor and then to Yuuri, the desperation in his gaze only growing stronger. He looked back at the door, the bathroom just beyond it—so close, yet so far. His breathing had quickened, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

“I—no… I—I can’t. I’m not going to make it. I’m—I’m so sorry,” Yuri choked out, his voice breaking. 

Yuuri, determined as ever, stepped in. “It’s okay. We’ll help you. You’re not alone. Just try. If you don’t make it, it’s okay, just—even if it’s in the hallway…”

Viktor nodded, guiding him forward. "You can do it, Yura." he said, trying to reassure Yuri as best as he could. “You’re going to make it.” physically pushing the blonde out the door.

The instant they made it to the hallway, Yuuri’s eyes flicked to the bathroom door just out of reach,—he couldn’t wait anymore. As a sudden wave of desperation surged through him. With a panicked gasp, Yuri pushed past Viktor and Yuuri, darting for the bathroom door before anyone could stop him.

  Yuri flung the door open, bolting inside with a breathless sob of relief, the sound of the door slamming behind him the only evidence of his hasty retreat. He didn’t even notice Otabek sitting on the floor.  Yuri’s legs burned with the desperate urgency of every step, his mind racing as he reached the stall. He had made it. He had actually made it this far—barely. The sudden, overwhelming sense of relief filled him for only a moment before panic set in again. The door slammed shut behind him with an echoing thud, and his hands flew to the waistband of his pants, trembling violently as he tried to undo the button, the zipper.

His fingers were shaking so badly that it felt like the fabric was mocking him, each second passing like an eternity as he struggled to pull the waistband of his pants down. The pressure in his bladder was still so intense, and his muscles were screaming at him to just go—but his pants... God, why couldn’t he just get them off?

He fumbled with the button, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt a warmth spread between his legs, the wetness already soaking through. The weight of everything—his body, the humiliation, the tears still threatening to come—pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, he just couldn’t take it anymore. With a strangled sob, he plopped himself down onto the toilet, fully clothed. His pants were still on, the pressure of his soaked clothes against his body unbearable. 

The bathroom felt suffocating now—too small, too real. The sound of urine hitting fabric was oddly muffled in his ears as the floodgates broke, and the warmth spread across his ass, soaking deeper into his pants. It was so much worse than he had imagined. He felt his whole body trembling as his pee slowly dripped from his pants and into the toilet. Then he heard footsteps.

“Yuri?” Otabek’s voice was soft, almost cautious, like he wasn’t sure whether to ask. But the moment the question left his lips, Yuri's throat tightened, and he couldn’t stop the sob that escaped.

“Did... did you not make it?” Otabek’s voice was laced with concern, but there was something in it, too—something faintly apologetic, like he already knew the answer.

Yuri’s sobs were the only response at first. He couldn’t even understand what happened., couldn’t bear to see him or anyone else right now. He felt so small, so exposed.

"I—I didn’t make it," Yuri choked out, the words almost incoherent as he bent forward, his body trembling from the sobs that wracked him. "I couldn’t... I couldn't get my pants off in time. I—I just..."

His hands gripped the edge of the toilet seat, his fingers white-knuckled as he tried to steady himself, but there was no holding back the tears now. The warmth of the accident was still there, the dampness creeping up his legs as he continued to sit there, unable to stand, unable to move. It felt like the whole room was closing in on him.

Otabek stood quietly just outside the stall, his gaze soft but concerned. “It’s okay, Yuri. You did your best. You made it here.”

Yuri didn’t respond. His breath was still shaky, and the reality of it all—the mess, the embarrassment, the pressure—was just too much for him to process. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to disappear.

Otabek didn’t push him. He could hear the sound of Yuri's soft, broken sobs echoing from the stall. He wanted to do something, anything to make it better, but for now, all he could do was wait and be there. After a few moments of silence, Otabek’s voice came through again, softer this time. “When you’re ready, I’ll help you clean up. We’ll figure it out. You’re not alone.”

Yuri didn’t know what to say, so he just stayed there, letting the tears fall freely. The feeling of Otabek's quiet presence outside the stall was enough to ground him for the moment. He wasn’t alone in this. And somehow, that was the only comfort he could hold onto.

Yuri and Viktor stood quietly in the hallway, the tension from earlier still lingering in the air. Viktor’s eyes kept flicking toward the bathroom door, even though he knew Yuri was already inside.

Yurri, standing beside him, shifted uneasily from foot to foot, his body still tense from the accident. He wasn’t looking at Viktor, his gaze fixed on the ground as if he could somehow will the humiliation away. They stood in silence, wanting to give Yuri some privacy in the bathroom, before collectively heading to the showers in their dorms.

Two girls walked by, chatting and laughing, oblivious to the two older students standing there. They were too focused on their own conversation. But the words they said were loud enough to make Viktor and Yuri freeze in place.

“I swear, that dandelion tea at the café was so good! But I shouldn't have tried it. I drank a whole cup this morning, and I swear, it’s evil!” one of the girls said, her voice light and airy. “I had to go to the bathroom like five times this morning already! It’s like a total diuretic.”

“Seriously?” The other girl laughed. “That’s crazy. I guess that explains why I was running to the bathroom yesterday! It was like a constant stream.” She chuckled again. “I’ve never had a tea that strong.”

Viktor’s heart skipped a beat. Dandelion tea? He exchanged a quick glance with Yuuri, who looked equally puzzled. Could it really be that simple? Was this the reason why their bladders had betrayed them so suddenly, so horribly?

Yuuri's eyes widened in that realization, and Viktor’s breath hitched in his throat. Yuuri’s face was already twisting into an expression of disbelief.

"Wait—hold on," Yuuri muttered, glancing at Viktor. “So it’s not just me, right? I wasn’t the only one who—"

“No," Viktor cut in quickly, his voice tight. “It can’t be. I think... I think that’s what happened.” He turned back toward the bathroom door, his mind racing. “We both drank it. it has to be. That’s why we couldn’t hold it, why everything...”

The two girls were already walking away, oblivious to the storm they had just unknowingly unleashed. Viktor and Yuri exchanged a look, and then, without a word, they bolted toward the bathroom, practically running down the hallway.

“Yuri!” Viktor called as they reached the door. He knocked, then opened it slightly, sticking his head inside. “Yuuri, you’ve gotta hear this. We found out what happened.”

Upon walking into the bathroom, Viktor and Yuuri were met with similarly stained pants Otabeck, leaning against one of the stall doors. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice soft.

“We heard some girls talking about dandelion tea,” Viktor said quickly, his voice practically spilling out in a rush. “They were saying it’s a diuretic—like, it makes you need to pee alot!”

Otabek blinked in surprise, looking from Yuuri to Viktor. He frowned a little but didn’t seem completely convinced. “Dandelion tea?” He swallowed, his expression thoughtful. “Like we all drank this morning?”

Yuri stepped out of the stall, looking a little worse for wear but still holding his head high—mostly. His eyes flicked over to Viktor and Yuuri as he walked slowly, one hand brushing his wet pants. His steps faltered for a second as he hesitated, clearly still mortified by everything that had happened. Then, as if he could just will the discomfort away, he shrugged dramatically.

"Well," Yuri muttered with a forced nonchalance, "I guess it’s the tea’s fault, huh?" He gave an exaggerated sigh, then added quickly, "I didn’t make it…obviously” 

Yuuri and Viktor exchanged a glance, both of them freezing in the moment. Something about that simple explanation made it feel easier to breathe. Like a weight was lifted from their shoulders. It made sense. It had to be the tea, right? After all, it was the only thing they all had in common. They'd all gone to that café, and they'd all drank dandelion tea.

Viktor sighed in relief, looking almost giddy. "Isn’t that dangerous? I swear, I’ve never had to pee so bad in my life!." He rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze turning toward the ceiling as if contemplating the day’s absurdity. "No more herbal teas for me. Not after this."

Yuuri chuckled softly, but the anxiety he felt earlier was starting to recede. “How unlucky." He grinned, trying to match Viktor's enthusiasm. "Never again."

Otabek, who went back to leaning against the stall door with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "I’ve drank hundreds of cups of tea and never had this happen before.." He sounded both amused and skeptical. "Dandelion tea, of all things?"

“I’m never drinking that damn tea again.” Yuri mumbles, walking to the think and washing his hands.

Yuuri couldn't help but laugh However his expression softened as he saw the younger boy struggling to hold his composure. The laughter and the shared understanding made the situation feel a little more bearable, for most of them…

 Yuuri couldn’t shake the fact that they had all ended up in the same boat, even if it wasn’t all entirely true. The tea was the easy scapegoat, and that was fine. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. They didn’t have to know that the Yuri didn't have tea. If they all don’t remember, who is he to say anything to?

As Yuri stepped ahead, Yuuri gave him a smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the little unspoken truth they both shared. He wasn’t going to say anything, but the look in his eyes told Yuri all he needed to know.