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“Yuuri, what on earth are you doing up at this hour?”
Yuuri gasped at his coach’s sleepy statement from behind him. Turning his head slowly, he replied “I-it’s nothing, I’ll go back to bed soon.”
“It doesn’t seem like nothing to me,” Viktor replied sternly, walking towards his student. "You know you have a competition tomorrow.“ He looked over Yuuri’s shoulder, now incredibly close to his face. "And what-” he pointed to the ball of linens in Yuuri’s grasp. “-is that?”
Yuuri gripped the sheets further to his chest and moved quickly away from his coach. "L-like I said, i-it’s nothing!“
“Yuuri…” Viktor huffed. "You know you shouldn’t hide things from your coach. Now just tell me, maybe I could help.”
Yuuri blushed a deep red. Could he actually tell him that he…?
“I… I c-can’t. I-it’s… embarrassing.” He muttered, looking down at the mass of soiled sheets in his arms.
Viktor’s expression softened. "I promise, it can’t be that embarrassing.“ Viktor reassured with a smile.
Yuuri refused to raise his head, looking deeply ashamed. Viktor rubbed his eyes, and if he didn’t know any better, it appeared as if Yuuri was about to cry.
“Yuuri…” He walked up to him, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You can tell me what’s wrong. I won’t tell, or laugh. I promise.“
Now Viktor knew for sure Yuuri was starting to cry. Small tears began to roll down the younger male’s red cheeks.
“I-I…” Yuuri mumbled out. Goodness why am I so pathetic? You might as well say it. "I w-wet the b-bed…“ The last few words coming out as a whisper.
Yuuri already expected the worst, his coach would recoil in disgust and probably scold him for doing something so childish. I mean, why wouldn’t he?
But the next thing Yuuri felt was a soft hand against his cheek, rubbing away his tears. "Is that all? For a second, I was worried something else was going on.”
“W-wait,” Yuuri mumbled. "You… aren’t mad? Or grossed out?“
“Of course not. Accidents happen and it wasn’t your fault.” Viktor rested his hands on Yuuri’s shoulders. "Why don’t I help you clean up? The sooner we can take care of this the sooner we can go back to sleep.“
Yuuri hesitated for a second, wondering why on Earth would he want to help in a situation like this. He instead gave in, leading his coach into the laundry room.
“So Yuuri,” Viktor asked after finally applying the now clean sheets to Yuuri’s bed. "Does… this happen often?“
Viktor saw Yuuri’s face turn a bright shade of crimson. "No no no no no no!” He shook his head vigorously at the question. "This doesn’t h-happen often at all…“
“I see…” Viktor raised a hand to his chin. "Then did something happen? Like a bad dream?“
Yuuri shook his head again.
"Hm…Then… are you nervous about tomorrow?“
Yuuri looked down at his feet, slightly embarrassed. "A… a little.”
Viktor walked over to Yuuri, giving him a reassuring smile. "Seems like more than a little to me.“ He still had to learn to get used to his student’s anxiety, especially in regards to competitions. "Is there anything I could do to help?”
Yuuri shook his head. "I… I don’t know.“
Viktor thought for a moment before deciding to lay down on Yuuri’s bed, patting the side next to him. "How about I decide to stay with you tonight? I found that when I get a bit nervous, other’s company can help a lot. I can even get Makkachin to sleep with us.”
That might make me even more nervous! Yuuri began to blush once more. "But what if… what if I… w-wet again?“
"I doubt that would happen again. And if it did, we’ll worry about it then.” His coach reassured.
Yuuri agreed, nodding his head sheepishly. After Viktor beckoned Makkachin into bed, Yuuri crawled in as well, sandwiched in-between his coach and the older poodle.
Yuuri felt his heart pounding in his chest. They were awfully close to each other, and he could feel Viktor’s breath tickle against the back of his neck every so often.
“You shouldn’t be so nervous, Yuuri,” Viktor reassured before stifling a yawn. “You’ll do great tomorrow, I just know it.”
Despite Yuuri’s initial apprehension, after a moment, he felt his anxiety slip away just a little in Viktor’s grasp, and that maybe, just maybe, he would be right after all.
This has to be the fifth time Yuuri has run off to the bathroom, Viktor thought.
Even after last night, Yuuri’s nerves still haven’t settled. He’d become jittery and jumpy anytime someone spoke to him. He couldn’t stay still whether standing or sitting. And worst of all, he felt the need to go to the bathroom almost constantly.
It was a common occurrence that happened before competitions, Yuuri’s increased anxiousness transfers to his bladder and he feels like he needs to go more often than usual. Usually he’s able to keep it under control to a degree, but that day it felt like right after he went his bladder began to fill right back up again. Viktor’s constant encouragement of drinking more water didn’t help either.
Viktor was puzzled. He was worried that Yuuri was literally making himself sick with anxiety.
“Yuuri, you’re not feeling unwell, are you?” Viktor asked sometime later.
“N-no, I’m… I’m okay.” Yuuri replied, nervously.
“Are you sure? At least drink something, warm-ups are starting soon.”
Oh, right. Yuuri thought, taking the water bottle from Viktor. He took a long swig, and soon felt a familiar pang in his abdomen. Oh, no.
He had to go again, but he couldn’t leave now with warm-ups starting soon. I can just hold it through, then go, he thought.
Yuuri finally went, struggling against both his anxieties and his growing desperation as he tried to complete his step sequence, his bladder protesting with each step he took. Viktor looked from the stands as Yuuri struggling through. Something is wrong. I have to do something.
As Yuuri shakily skated towards the exit, Viktor waited for him anxiously to get him out of the arena. Without another word he grabs Yuuri by the hand, gets him out of his skates, and ushers him out of the arena.
Yuuri is beyond confused as to why Viktor took him away so quickly without a word, but he felt more worried about the fact that he was taking him past the restroom, where he intended to go in the first place. Viktor’s fast paced walking was a lot for Yuuri’s full bladder, and it took him extra effort to not leak into his pants.
“V-Viktor, where are we goin- ah!” His coach took a sharp turn down an empty corridor and finally stopped. He turned around to face his student, who’s legs were shaking vigorously. Yuuri struggled to not grab his crotch or to shift his weight from foot to foot, but instead just squeezed his thighs together as tight as he could.
Viktor stared at Yuuri with heightened concern. “Yuuri,” he almost pleaded. “You’re obviously not well. Please tell me what’s wrong.”
“I…I-I…” Yuuri gulped, and shifted his hips as he felt a leak escape him. He knew he wouldn’t last very long if he didn’t go to a toilet soon. “I-I really g-gotta…” He felt his face heat up.
“You have to- what, Yuuri?” Viktor replied.
Yuuri felt a wave of desperation wash over him. “A-ah!” he doubled over and shoved his hands between his legs as he felt his bladder muscles spasm and slowly begin to relax. “O-oh n-no, oh no n-no no…”
“Yuuri!” Viktor bent down to attempt to meet his student at eye-level, and he noticed the small wet patch on Yuuri’s dark pants begin to expand. Oh.
Yuuri bounced where he stood, tears beginning to form in his eyes. “I…I c-can’t hold it, Viktor,” he whimpered pathetically. “I-I can’t.”
Droplets of pee dripped between Yuuri’s grasp as the stream grew more powerful. He sighed with relief as he finally gave in, multiple rivulets of urine streaming down his legs. Viktor turned around to give his student some privacy, the hiss of urine the only thing he could hear in-between Yuuri’s soft sighs.
Once Viktor knew Yuuri was finished, he turned around to face his blushing student, shakily standing in a puddle of urine. Yuuri started to sob softly, his tears dropping and mixing with the puddle on the floor.
Viktor walked towards Yuuri with a soft smile and wrapped him in his embrace. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispered while rubbing his back in small circles. “It was just an accident, you’re okay.”
Yuuri was more startled than anything with Viktor comforting him. He was certain he was getting his expensive suit wet with pee, but accepted the hug anyway, allowing himself to sob into his shoulder until he no longer needed to.
Once Yuuri’s sobs calmed down, he released his grasp to face his student. “I should’ve known, Yuuri. I’m… I’m sorry.”
Yuuri blushed slightly at the thought of Viktor apologizing. But upon looking at his mess, he blushed even more.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Viktor smiled. “Don’t worry about the mess. We’ll get cleaned up in time for you to perform, okay?”
Yuuri smiled sheepishly. “O-okay.”