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**This is after the amusement park incident. In case it wasn't clear enough.**
Earlier in the day, a silly accident happened. A bunch of high school friends were meeting by the pool, and Nitori slipped and fell. He landed right on his wrists. They weren't broken, thank goodness, but they were fractured. And he did have a little 24-hour hospital trip too.
It was now the next day, school was over and Nitori was returning home. Both hands were wrapped diligently just to keep his wrists from moving while they healed. It was going to be hard to keep up in school, thankfully he had help.
When he opened his dorm room door he saw his roommate, Momotarou sitting at the desk. It seemed unreal, them being college roomies after high school too. It was a small enough school, they were the only two in this room."Nitori-senpai! You're back!" He shouted, pushing the chair halfway across the little room and sprinting over to the shorter. "It wasn't too bad right?" Due to school schedule and work, not everyone was able to go to the hospital with him. And obviously, he couldn't text or call in with his hands like that."I'm fine, Momo-kun. It'll only take a few weeks." He smiled. Nitori didn't want to make everyone worry, so telling everyone what the doctors told him was not an option. It was going to be a while. "That's good." Momo smiled, going back to the desk to finish his work for tomorrow. "If you need anything, I'm right here!"
They were roommates, after all, nothing was off limits.
Momotarou sat down and continued his work in silence while Nitori continued to loiter in the doorway. "Thank you." Nitori said, walking to his personal space, slowly lying down on his bed. First things first, he would take a little nap. The day at the hospital was really draining.
It wasn't bothering him now -since the pain medicine was making him feel numb- but his bladder needed to be drained as well.
It was now two hours later, and he was waking from his nap. Nitori could feel it now, he had to pee. But.. With his hands like this.. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't ask for help for something like this. He'd have to figure it out himself.
When he turned to look around the room, he saw no one at the desk anymore. Maybe Momotarou went out, or went to his bunk for a nap. Nitori sat up using nothing but his abdominal muscles and tossed his legs over the edge of the bed. He then stood up and made his way to the outside bathroom. They were waiting for the toilet in their personal room to be repaired.
Nitori fidgeted his way through the hallways until he came to the public bathrooms. It was impossible for him to lock the door behind him, and that made him feel even more anxious.
After around 5 minutes of fumbling with his pants zipper, it was clear to him that it wasn't going to budge like this.
"Ah.. Hurry up.." He frowned and decided to switch tactics. He put his hands on the sides of his waistband and tried to push them down like that. They didn't budge much at all, but he was relieved to feel that they weren't riding on his bladder anymore. "What do I do?" He mumbled to himself, putting to much pressure on his wrists was a bad idea, so he gave up on that too. There was no way he could do it himself like this. If he was in looser pants this wouldn't be an issue.
Nitori knew there was no hope this way, so he retreated to his and Momo's room and lied down on his face. The occasional sting now grew into an uncomfortable throb and only increased while he lied on it. Why did this always seem to happen? He must be cursed with humiliation.
It would seem that the pain drugs from the hospital hadn't fully worn off and he was getting sleepy again, his eyes closed and intended to stay that way or another hour until he heard the door open. Momo was back from... Wherever it was he left to. And he had some things in his hand, one of them made Nitori groan internally.
"You slept through dinner, so I brought you something to eat." He smiled, taking a seat on the older's bed and setting the tray on his lap. There wasn't enough room for them both if he continued to lie the way he was. He rolled from his stomach to his back then sat up. Even with the discomforting feeling in his belly, he was a bit hungry too. "Thank you, Momo-kun." He looked from the tray to his hands again, blushing lightly when he thought of what would have to happen now. "Here." He looked up to see chopsticks with rice being held out in front of his mouth.
He ate the food quietly, and reluctantly drank everything that was offered to him. By now, Momo knew of Nitori's bathroom habits. They'd known each other for years and spent more nights together than many did with their families. And even if it was embarrassing for the other, he said something about it after the food was all gone. "Let me know when you need to go, okay? I'll help you out until your hands are better." He smiled reassuringly as he took to his feet, Nitori's face just became red once again. "O-Okay.." He chewed the edge of his lip slightly, he still couldn't open his mouth to ask for the help. No matter how nice he thought it'd be to let everything inside his bladder out.
But, he knew when all the liquids he just drank went down the pipes he'd be bursting.
Momo brought the dirtied dishes back to the kitchen and then went back to their room, tidying up the desk he messed up earlier before going up to his bunk. When he came back, Nitori was lying down under the covers, facing the wall. 'He must he tired.' Momo thought, trying to be as quiet as possible while he went about his own business.
Nitori was feeling more and more uneasy about the situation as time went on. He slid both hands under the covers and wedged between his legs.
About 2 minutes passed and noticed there was a repetitive sound of motion under a blanket. Curiosity easily won him over and he leaned over the bed to see his senpai. "Nitori-senpai, are you okay?" He asked, blinking his amber eyes. "Yes, I'm okay." He turned around to be facing the rest of the room, giving Momo a small, uncomfortable smile. "Okay then."
More time passed, and his bladder started to feel heavier and fuller. So he climbed out from the bed again and quietly made his way to the private 1-toilet washroom. On his way, he could feel all the liquid sloshing around inside of him, and it felt like just at any second it was all going to come rushing out. Nobody else was in the hallway, so after a few brief checks back and forth, he quickly squished his hands up against the crotch of his pants. But with limited finger movement, he couldn't apply as much of a support as he would have liked. While it was better, he still felt just as heavy.
When he returned to the bathroom, he frantically started to try removing his pants again, but they still wouldn't budge. "No.. No.." Tears began to sting his eyes as he felt his control over his body slipping away from him.
It was all to late for him to stop it. Before he made any progress with his jeans hot piss started spurting out into them. "Nng!" Nitori leaned his arms on the wall for support as the torrent of yellow splashed noisily onto the floor under him. Spreading around to his ass, and down his thighs, marking his shoes that he would have to throw away later. As his body's fluids continued to pour out, a different fluid began to drip down his face. His body began to shake all over while he focused on the incredible feeling of release.
Even he was impressed by the amount his bladder seemed to hold this time around. He looked down between his toned thighs to watch as the last few streams came to a stop. He would have been able to stop it earlier, but viewing the situation as hopelessly as he did... Letting it all out and enjoying one aspect of this was better than going through torture again.
He turned around toward the light streaming in from the door and attempted to survey the damage. Yeah, don't ever soak yourself in white pants. Now his yellow-stained grey boxers were showing through and it only made the situation that much more embarrassing. There was no hiding the accident like there would have been if the bottoms were dark colored, tinted streams of wetness traveled all down his legs and showed all over the white pant-legs. Just as he managed to jiggle the zipper loose, someone stepped inside.
Nitori's face went as white as his pants used to be.