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Lost Connection (omorashi Soulbound A.U)

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Chapter 1: Binding Light

Word Count: 7,891 (Ongoing)

Summery:

Bakugo and Midoriya get hit by a quirk that binds them to one another physical and mentally. Not being about to be more than a meter away from his Childhood best friends, turned Rival. Bakugou learns alot about himself, and the world he thought he had figured out.

An Omorashi filled story of two idiots learning how to navigate the world sharing their every thought, feeling and emotion!

Read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55597111

Quirk related accidents in a world where 90% of the population has a quirk is nothing new. Whether it's a kid with a new quirk who has yet to grasp how to control it, or a quirk that oftentimes overpowers its users due to intense emotions, it happens.

So when Bakugo Katsuki is on a mock-patrol with Izuku Midoriya, or Deku, as he prefers to refer to the nerd, and gets blinded by a flash of light coming from the woman they just saved from two aggressive men, he isn’t surprised.

Katsuki kept up his professional appearance and dealt with the police while the nerd calmed the woman down and helped her over to the paramedic who arrived on scene to make sure no harm came to her, standard hero stuff. The woman was too distraught to explain what her quirk was when Katsuki was initially hit with the blast, but he felt normal so he left her with Deku, not thinking much of it.

“Oh my–I’m so sorry!” Another flash of light from the back of the ambulance caught Katsuki’s attention, He waved off the officer who was just asking him question in circles at this point to go over and investigate what the hell is going on,

“It’s okay! I’m Fine, see!” Katsuki walks in to Deku standing beside the woman, trying and seemingly failing to comforter her,

“Oi, What is your quirk and why do you have such little control over it?” Katsuki cuts in, needing answers,

“Kacchan—” Deku takes a step forward towards Katsuki but the woman cuts him off,

“I-I have control over my quirk, but once I a-activate it once, it's hard to not complete the connection.”

“Connection?” Deku’s attention falls from Katsuki back to the woman. He can see the familiar sparkle in the nerd eye at the idea of getting to learn about a quirk. Katsuki can already imagine the mumble filled walk back to school he is going to succumb to.

“My quick is called Link-click, I can connect two people's emotions, feelings and senses and well, physical bodies pretty much.” The woman explains, seeming more calmed now than before, Katsuki thinks for a moment, the realization hitting him suddenly that his arm mildly aches and there is slight stabbing pain coming from above his left eyebrows. Sure enough, he looks over at Deku and the bastard has a small, bleeding but above his left brow.

“You connected me to this fuckin’ nerd?” Katsuki asks the woman,

“Not on purpose! I s-sware.”

“Well no shit—” Deku cuts Katsuki off,

“Do you know if the effects of your quirk are reversible?” Deku cuts Katsuki off, He huffs in annoyance and crosses his arms over his chest, trying to ignore the mild ache in them.

“Uhm, no…It's not reversible—But it wears off eventually.”

“Eventually—”

“Kacchan, Calm down—”

“Define Eventually, Bit-”

“Kacchan!”

“M-my quirk isn't very useful, so I’ve only ever used it a handful of times. One time it lasted a week, the other times, a month…or two…” The woman avoids making eye contact with Katsuki, who is visibly fuming at this point.

“You–Come.” Katsuki grabs Deku by the arm, losing his grip slightly when he feels the pressure of his own grasp on his arm as well,

“Kacchan, Wait! We have to stay until the scene is cleared–” Deku protests, but Katsuki keeps pulling him down the street.

“We talked to the cops and the bitch is fine.”

“Kacchan! You can’t call civilians the b-word, that's not very hero-like.” Deku activated his quirk, grounding his heels into the cement. Katsuki gets pulled to an abrupt stop.

“You’re a third year hero student and you can’t even say Bitch? Tsk.” Katsuki sucks his teeth and continues on, with or without stupid Deku. He has to get to U.A before Aizawa-sensei leaves for the day and only pray his erasure can break this stupid connection.

Katsuki only manages to get a few feet away from abruptly stopping, but not of his own free will. The ground suddenly felt like a treadmill under his feet, his steps taking him no farther.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki takes a step backward, finding he actually is able to move. He turns to look at Deku who has that same sparkle in his eyes.

“I think you’re like, physically tethered to me…” He says under his breath, Katsuki can already see the cogs turning in his head.

“Try running the other way, dipshit.” Katsuki offers up and sure enough, Deku manages to get a few feet away before he stops, legs moving but no longer creating distance between the two of them.

“I’d say that like what, one and a half meters…maybe two?” Deku says, thinking out loud.

“No fuckin way i’m stuck being this close to you for god knows how long.” Katsuki walks back over to Deku, closing the short distance between them and grabs his arm again, Deku goes oddly quiet and follows Katsuki without a fight this time. The get about halfway back to the school before either one of them speaks,

“W-what are you afraid of?” Deku asks, stirring Katsuki from his concentration from just getting home.

“Hah?” Katsuki asks, not looking toward the green-haired nerd.

“When you realized we were going to be stuck together, I felt it. You were scared, or more like—” Deku hesitates, “terrified.”

“I’m not fuckin’ afraid of anything.” Katsuki says, clenching his jaw, picking up his pace slightly.

“I know what I felt, Kacchan.” Deku says, with that all-knowing tone that Katsuki has always hated. But he doesn’t respond, or argue because everytime he has heard that familiar tone in Deku’s voice in the past, the nerd has always been right, as much as Katsuki would never admit.

__________________________________________

“Well?” Aizawa says, letting his hair fall from its hovering state, eyes falling back to their relaxed position, the glowing red fading back to dark brown.

“N-nope we are still connected.” Deku says, with a shakiness to his voice that wasn't there an hour ago.

“How the fuck can you tell? Here-” Katsuki reaches out and flicks Deku in the forehead, and sure enough, the similar stinging feeling is mirrored on his own.

“Fuck, Ouch!” He grabs his forehead and rubs it for a moment, but it does nothing to ease the stinging. He grabs Deku’s hand and forces the nerd to rub his own forehead, and sure enough Katsuki can feel the pain subsiding. Both there attention it drawn back to their teacher who lets out a long sigh,

“Look, If I can't erase it then you two are gonna have to wait out the effect of the quirk, and from what you told me it seems like we might have to arrange some things.” Aizawa say, Katsuki looks between him and Deku, hating that this is his reality.

“You said you can’t be more than a few meters away from each other, so we will have to move a spare bed into one of your dorms–”

“Like hell I'm sleeping in Deku’s room, creepy ass All-might posters staring down at me.” Katsuki scoffs,

“You are also excused from patrol as well as any physical hero-training until this quirk wears off.” Aizawa says, Katsuki goes to speak up, complain about missing, for a far as they know, a month of Hero training, but he is interrupted by Deku gasping–

Both Aizawa and Katsuki turn their attention to the boy, who is now standing, legs crossed awkwardly in the middle of Aizawa’s office.

“Problem Child, do you need to use the restroom?” Aizawa asks, slowly, clearly shocked by the display in front of him

“Y-yes…sensei.” Deku says, but his word see so, unsure, Katsuki scoffs,

“Tsk–Can’t even tell if you need to piss? I swear I remember Auntie Inko potty training you, but I guess I’m remembering wrong–”

“Bakugo, Please take Midoriya to the restroom, I’ll meet you at your dorms once I'm finished here and help make those arrangements.” Aizawa cuts Katsuki off.

“Fine.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and grabs Deku by the arm again, not waiting to risk having him fall behind enough that Katsuki is stopped in his tracks again. It feels fucking weird and he would like to avoid it.

“Kaachan, wait! Not so fast!” Deku protests, “I have to g-go!” Katsuki stops and looks at Deku, the nerd actually has a hand shoved between his legs like a child. An unfamiliar sight actually, considering as kids, Deku was rarely the one caught in a ‘potty emergency’ out of the two of them.

“Jesus Christ! Why the fuck didn’t you go before now? We are supposed to be on patrol. What would you do if you had to fight some asshole villain like this?”

“I did go! right before we heard the girl who connected us scream, remember? that's why we stopped at Family Mart in the first place!” Deku says, although his words are rushed and more frantic. Katsuki can almost feel a jitter in his stomach, almost like nerves…

“Oh shit, you’re freaking out…” Katsuki realizes he is feeling Deku’s emotions, like the nerd felt his earlier, The anxious feeling simmering just below the surface makes Katsuki angry and uncomfortable.

“Of fu–freaking course I am! I’m gonna pee my pants!” Deku shouts. He actually shouts and–

“Did you almost just…say Fuck? You, Deku, the perfect, polite ray of fucking sunshine?” Katsuki doesn’t even try to hold back the smirk that crawl across his face.

“No! I mean—I-I think that was your anger–ah–” Deku wiggles in place for a moment before Katsuki feels his arm being grabbed, “We can figure that out later, after we get to the b-bathroom.”

Katsuki lets himself be dragged, trying to stifle his laughs at the way Deku is waddling and walking down the hall. The bathroom comes into view and Katsuki feels Deku pick up the pace.

“I’ll wait here. I’m not fucking listening to you take a piss.” Katsuki plants his feet outside the door, Deku has one hand on the door, and the other between his legs. He hesitates for a moment looking between Katsuki and the door and disappears out of sight.

A few seconds later and the door rapidly swings open, “Kaachan, I can’t reach!” Deku is stepping from foot to foot in the doorway, “You have to come in here.” Deku grabs his arm, the familiar lighting from his quirk flashing around him, Katsuki gets pulled into the bathroom before he can protest.

“Wait! Abso-fucking-ltly not. I’m not your babysitter taking you to go potty, Deku and I don’t want to see your dick!” Katsuki grinds his heels into the ground to avoid going any further into the bathroom.

“Kacchan--come on, just move closer to the urinals…I’m not asking you to go into the stall with me! A-And you don’t have to…look! ” Deku begs, a blush spreading across his cheeks at the last part. Katsuki averts his eyes immediately, looking over at the row of urinals, reasoning the nerd has a point. The urinals are the one acceptable place to stand next to someone with their dick out.

“tsk- Fine, just because I don’t wanna have to deal with you smelling like piss while you’re connected to me.” Katsuki takes two large steps over towards the urinals and averts his eyes.

He hears the frantic steps of Deku once he is in front of the urinal followed by the sound of a zipper being yanked down with enough force Katsuki would bet money the nerd broke it.

Katsuki expects the next sound to be nerd finally getting what he clearly needed so fucking badly, but the room goes silent.

“hgggnn-“

“Whats fucking wrong now?!” Katsuki asks, still averting his eyes,

“I can’t go!” Deku squeaks back,

“Hah? Why not?” Katsuki tries to keep his anger at bay, knowing the idiot will be able to feel it. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he can evoke such…strong emotions from him.

“I don’t know! I still feel like the pee is right at the tip about to come out, like- I have to go, but nothing is coming out.” Deku explains. Katsuki could live without so much detail about the Nerds bladder. “Maybe it's—“ Deku pauses,

“What? Spit it out. I don’t wanna spend all afternoon in the fucking shitter, Deku.” Katsuki taps his foot impatiently.

“Maybe it's because y-your here…” Deku says and Katsuki’s foot abruptly stops tapping.

He thinks about the logistics of…that. Deku can’t be…shy? around him? They have known each other since they were brats. Hell, Katsuki can vaguely remember Auntie Inko changing the nerd's diaper right in front of him, as the old hag did to him.

Not to mention, the two were no strangers to using nature as their restroom as kids. The thought process being it was better than running home just to pee and risk either of their moms making them stay in since they were already home.

Sure…Katsuki knows things between them have changed since they were kids. For better or for worse, Mostly worse from Katsuki participation in their ‘friendship’ if you can even call it that but, being so…afraid? Is Deku so afraid of him that he can’t relax enough to take a damn piss.

“H-hey calm down-“ Katsuki jumps out of his train of thought with a hand on his shoulder, “I can feel you worrying, I-I’m fine…” Katsuki takes a moment to look Deku over, his hand that isn’t on his shoulder is between his legs, pants back up and zipper springily in-tact.

“Sure you are.” Katsuki scoffs, but wastes no time getting the hell out of there, He heads over to the sink and pauses, gesturing for Deku to hurry the fuck up.

“uh- I don’t think I can—“ Deku wiggles a little on the spot, “the water might—”

“Nasty ass, Fine, But you’re washing your hands after we figure out a way for you to piss…” Water? An idea pops into Katsuki’s head.

He doesn’t bother grabbing Deku’s arm on the way out, instead choosing to match whatever pace the nerd can manage to walk, or more so waddle out of the bathroom, the school and to the dorms.

__________________________________________

Katsuki manages to get the Nerd up to their floor before any of the annoying extras have a chance to corner them and ask them anything. He really only has the patience (and barely that) to handle Deku right now.

Katsuki on instinct heads to his room. He opens the door and hesitantly lets Deku inside. Usually, nobody is allowed inside of his room, but he is making an exception due to the circumstance and the fact that stepping foot in Deku’s room sounds far worse than letting the Nerd inside his at the moment.

“um, K-kacchan, I still have to…go-” Deku says, worry evident in his voice, as well as in Katsuki’s stomach. He could feel Deku’s worry getting stronger and stronger the closer they got to his room.

“Calm down, Idiot. I’m just getting some clothes.”

“C-clothes?” Deku asks, Katsuki looks up at the teen, standing as far away as the quirk permits him, still in the doorway.

“Yes? We just finished patrol, I gotta shower.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, hoping he doesn’t have to spell out exactly why he is choosing to shower right now of all times.

“B-but—“ Deku whimpers and Katsuki has to physically stop himself from turning around and blasting Deku out the door, quirk be damned.

“Yes. you have to fuckin’ piss! And the shower stalls are side by side—“ Katsuki says, slowly, as if talking to a baby or a fucking dog. The room is silent for a moment,

“heh-“ Katsuki looks up from his underwear drawers to see a small smirk on Deku’s face, one that doesn’t at all match the potty dance he is currently doing.

“What’s so fuckin’ funny?” Katsuki snatches up a pair of boxers and some black sweatpants.

“Kaachan just admitted he pees in the shower.” Deku teases. Katsuki's eyes widen only slightly before he composes himself.

He didn’t even think twice about that little fact. It’s so…normal for him to just piss in the showers. Especially because the showers are in a whole other room than the toilets in the communal space, it’s just easier.

In fact, Katsuki can’t remember the last time he has actually used the restrooms in the dorms. His days are usually consistent enough that he has never found the need to break his current routine.

He always showers first thing in the morning because his sweat is fucking explosive and not using his quirk all night makes him extra sweaty. He never stops to take a piss first, always just opting to go in the shower.

Then he eats breakfast and whatever, avoids people in the common room and goes to class. He never asks to go during class, today being the one time he actually has stepped foot inside the bathroom located in the actual school building.

He finds it easy enough to wait until he has to get changed for Hero training after regular classes are over. He changes into his gym or sometimes hero costume and pisses in the gym bathroom.

Then, because he is sweaty after he goes back to the dorms, showers and usually pisses one last time, because he stays hydrated while using his quirk and then goes to sleep.

Of course there have been times when he was not at school and had to pee, like during mock-patrol or on the off chance he went somewhere with Kirishima, But, generally, he likes to avoid public restrooms, or more so, having people know he needs to pee.

“So fucking what, your about to piss in the god damn shower weather you like it or not.” Katsuki grabs his clothes, turning to look at Deku- “You wanna go get clothes?”

“Uhhh-” Deku looks at Katsuki then at the door, then back again and few times, Katsuki can feel his uncertainty, like an afterthought in the back of his mind, ‘weird’

“If you can’t fuckin wait long enough to go to your room like, three doors down you can borrow these.” Katsuki grabs his oldest pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and tosses it at Deku,

“What ab-”

“I’m not lending you boxers, so shut the fuck up and lets go.” Katsuki turns and walks out his door, Deku follows close behind him.

Katsuki thanks god himself (all-might) for the way the shower stalls are set up in the communal area. There is only a thin tile wall separating the stalls. Meaning, in the case two people are connected by a quirk that doesn’t let them get more than a meter apart, they can still at least shower alone.

“I’m getting undressed inside the stall, do whatever you want just make sure to fuckin piss.” Katsuki slides the curtain shut, waiting no time, throwing his hero costume off and tossing it outside onto one of the benches to deal with after.

He turns on the hot water and settles under the spray, feeling finally a little less high strung from patrol. The water runs over his body and down his legs. He rubs his hands on his shoulders and down to his abdomen just enjoying the warmth and the steam.

His, or rather Deku’s sore arms start to feel less tense and Katsuki figures the Nerd must have finally stepped under the warm water in his shower stall as well.

“Kaachannnnn! I still can’t go!” He heard Deku’s whiney voice echo through the, thankfully, vacant bathroom.

“Tough shit, try harder.” Katsuki yells back, relaxing into his shower routine. He watches his hair first and rinses it out, then conditioner because he doesn’t fuck with threat 5-in-1 shit Kirishim and Sero sware by.

Before he washes his body, Katsuki spreads his legs ever so slightly and relaxes completely, draining his bladder from the last half of the day. It's always an amazing feeling to finally be empty–

“Oh–” Katsuki hears Deku squeak but ignore it, closing his eyes and continuing to empty his bladder, “Kaachan…Are you peeing right now?”

And his eyes fly open, his stream stopping before it ended, “What the actual fuck Deku! What’s it to you?!” He shouts, or rather screams because, why? Why does he have to be stuck with a boundaryless ass weirdo like Deku.

“Oh my god….” Deku seemingly ignored his question, “Do it again.” if Katsuki wasn't naked he would break through the wall and strangle Deku right now,

“As if. I don’t need to go anymore.” Katsuki reaches for his body wash, deciding if Deku is going to be a creep he can’t let his guard down.

“Yes you do, I can feel it.” Katsuki arm freezes mid-are,

“What?”

“I knew I didn’t need to pee! It was you! I was feeling your bladder capacity…But��Kaachan! Why didn’t you tell me you had to go as well?” Katsuki takes a second to gather himself, submitting this once to humor the nerd, considering this is about the quirk he is also being affected by.

“So…You knew I was peeing because…”

“Because I don’t really have to go anymore, but I didn’t pee…You did.” Katsuki processes that information for a second. It makes sense if he can feel the chronic ache from Deku breaking his arms so many times in their first year, it isn’t too crazy to fathom Deku can feel pain elsewhere…But Katsuki barley would say he was desperate to take a damn piss, if anything, it’s early. He wouldn't be taking his night shower, and in turn pissing for like, four more hours…

“Deku…Do your arms hurt?” Katsuki asks, testing his theory,

“Um- no, Not particularly.” Deku says, Katsuki sense no dishonesty in his answer,

“Fuck. It’s because you're used to it.” Katsuki groans, leaning forward and letting the water run over his face,

“Do your arms hurt?” Deku asks back, he can tell without looking at him that his eyes are sparkling.

“Yes, because i’m not fucking used to feeling like ive broken my arms a hundred times, just like you, apparently, aren’t used to not pissing a hundred times a day.” Katsuki sucks his teeth, realizing how much more annoying this quirk is.

“I-I pee a reasonable amount of times a day.” Deku argues but Katsuki is done thinking about this.

“Just shut up and wash your balls.” Katsuki grabs his body wash,

“W-wait…Can you please finish going?” Katsuki doesn’t say anything, “It might not feel l-like alot if left for you b-but….i have smallbladderokay.”

Katsuki almost misses that last part, clearly, the Nerd is actually ashamed about something, or atleast embarrassed a little.

“Fine.” Katsuki offers, he prepares himself to go once again, but is hesitant because he now knows the nerd will be able to tell whenever he goes. He will feel relief.

Katsuki shakes his head and buckles down. He lets loose, only a stream of clear pee trails down his legs and into the drain, not lasting more than fifteen seconds.

“T-thanks Kaachan.” Katsuki cheese flush with embarrassment.

__________________________________________

“I already told you, it's not happening.” Katsuki said, looking back at Deku, walking down the hallway towards his (their) dorm room, towels still draped over each of their shoulders.

“B-but, It would only take five minutes, Kaachan!” Deku protested, “you really want me sleeping next to you going commando.” Katsuki stopped in his tracks,

“You will be sleeping across the room in a separate bed, facing away from me and keeping your dumbass mouth shut. I want to forget you’re even there.” Katsuki explained. His nighttime routine is his one and only time to relax and unwind. Deku being there is throwing him off. The least the nerd can do is make this as comfortable as possible for him, all things considered.

“What about my toothbrush? And my school stuff?” Deku pushed, “I need to go back to my dorm, just once.” To katsuki it almost seemed like Deku was one step away from getting down on his knees and begging…Katsuki isn’t sure how that makes him feel.

“Fine but afte—”

“Problem children.” Katsuki’s dorm comes into view, Aizawa is standing outside of it, a large box accompanying him.

“Sensei!” Deku picked up his pace to greet the tired looking man, in turn, making Katsuki have to walk a little faster. The two quickly help Aizawa get the box into the room and unpack it.

“The fuck is this?” Katsuki looks down at the lump of cloth on his floor.

“Language—it's a futon, or Midoriya bed for the duration of his stay in your dorm.” Aizawa explains,

“Oh…so traditional. Todoroki would be enthused….” Deku starts mumbling about Half and Half while Katsuki grabs the floor bed and drags it on the opposite side of the room as his bed.

“Oi, come over here.” Katsuki calls for Deku, He obliges. Katsku walks over to his bed and lays down, not feeling pulled back or tethered and comfortable with the distance between them, he relaxes slightly.

“Now, for some rules.” Aizawa moves to lean against the door frame, “With this quirk you share not only emotions and a physical connection, but pain receptors as well. I will not have you, Bakugo, inflicting any pain on yourself in order to harm Midoriya. Same goes the opposite way as well.”

Katsuki scoffs, “as if I’d hurt myself just to hurt him, he isn’t worth it.”

“Furthermore,” Aizawa gives Bakugo that look. That look that for some reason always makes his chest tight, the same look All-might has given him before, but less painful. “I got you each a pair of these from my personal stash–” Aizawa pulls out two pairs of corded ear plugs.

“If anything, they are to be used for personal conversations that need to take place, since you two can’t very well have privacy at the moment. I hope you will respect each other's wishes when requesting privacy.” Katsuki takes the ear plugs, discarding them on his bedside table.

“Sensei—” The nerds hand shoots up, “I-um, My thing with hounddog sensei…” Katsuki look over at Deku, eyes bouncing awkwardly around his room, the nervous feeling twiddling in his gut again,

“Hm,” Aziawa pauses, clearly thinking, “It’s up to you if you want to continue under these circumstances, I would highly suggest it, considering…I’ll leave you two too figure that out on your own—” Aizawa turns to leave, pausing before he close the door,

“No…funny business.” Aizawa murmurs, closing the door. Katsuki immediately looks over at Deku, squinting his eyes in skepticism.

“Why do you have a thing with the school security?” He asks,

“Ah…it’s nothing you need to worry about Kaachan.” Deku says, in an almost dismissive tone.

“The fuck thats supposed to mean?” Katsuki puts up an angry front, really feeling annoyed at the fact that anything about Deku could still be considered a secret between the two of them. Because for god sake, Katsuki knows about One for All, nothing can be as big of a secret as that.

“Just leave it, please?” Deku sits down on his futon, eyes looking around the room once again.

“Tsk.” Katsuki takes the towel from his shoulder and drapes it off the back of his rolling chair, grabbing a pair of slippers from inside his wardrobe. Thankfully, he can move around his room without issues when Deku is sitting on his Futon. One of the only pros of how small the damn dorms are at this rich ass school.

“Let’s go eat, nerd.” Katsuki grabs another pair of slippers from his closet and chucks them in his general direction.

__________________________________________

“Are you fuckin’ allergic to anything?” Katsuki asks as he opens the fridge, a few people are studying, or otherwise lounging in the common room, but thank fuck its none of the more loud-mouthed extras.

Tokoyami is sitting at the table, eating what appears to be a bowl of cereal, while Kota and Sato are sitting watching some nature documentary on the T.V.

“Uh, j-just shellfish…Why?” Deku asks, taking a seat at the island on one of the stools. Katsuki hopes he can reach the entirety of the kitchen from where Deku is seated.

“I don’t know how much this quirk works, so I don’t want you going into shock or some shit cause I ate something.” Katsuki explains, looking at the ingredient on the back of the instant curry he bought a few days ago.

“Oh, Good idea! I’ll have to make sure not to eat any Peanuts.” Deku says, smiling. Katsuki has to look away to hide the nameless expression on his face. Why did the Nerd have to remember his minor peanut allergy? Why did he not know Deku can’t have shellfish? Katsuki has been cooking for their entire shitty class since their first year, and he is certain he has made something with shrimp, crab for sure….

Katsuki makes their curry, dividing it up into two bowls, spicing his serving to his liking, Deku’s, not so much. He remembers from the few times the nerd was over at his house when they were kids, that he doesn’t handle spicy foods very well. His loss.

“Oi, Nerd, wait–” Katsuki halts Deku with a smirk before he takes his first bite, Katsuki takes a large spoonful of his curry and eats it, watching Deku carefully.

“W-what?” Deku asks, looking between his curry and Katsuki,

“Pfh, Nothing. I just wanted to see if you could taste what I eat.” Katsuki assumed not, but with this damn quirk you can never be too sure.

“I already knew that because I got shampoo in my mouth in the shower and you didn’t say anything.” Deku takes a bite of his curry, “Oh wow! This is delicious! Thank you Kaachan!” Katsuki smirks and turns away, his full attention going to eating.

Katsuki stays planted in his seat the entire time they eat, casually catching a glimpse of Deku getting up and going into the kitchen for a few seconds every couple minutes. It's only after the fourth time it happens that Katsuki looks up and watches Deku fill up a cup of water and drink it at the sink.

“You drink a shit ton.” Katsuki comments,

“I don’t usually, I mean, I stay hydrated but I just feel like I have a thirst that I can’t quench…” the air between them goes silent once again. Katsuki finishes his curry first, opting to do the dishes while Deku finishes, considering he can't go anywhere without him at the moment.

“Kaachan, can you get me another glass of water?” Deku asks, pushing his bowl away. Katsuki rolls his eyes but fishes out two glasses from the cabinet, filling one with water and the other with milk for himself. As much as he loves spicy food, he still likes to neutralize his insides with milk after intaking such high levels of spice.

Katsuki takes a few stips of his milk between cleaning Deku’s bowl and putting away leftovers for any extra that don’t want to cook for themselves,

“Kaachan, do you normally not drink anything with your meals?” Deku asks out of the blue,

“Hah? I mean, No, It’s bad for digestion.” Katsuki answers honestly, turning around to wipe the counter down where they ate, Deku is memering to himself again, Katsuki only catches the tail end of what he is saying,

“If I'm thirsty when Kaachan is thirsty but he can't tell, does that mean the weaker of the two senses is overpowered by the other? Is it the same for emotions? What about distance? Could I travel farther away from Kaachan because I'm stronger?”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Katsuki ditches the damp cloth on the counter, palms immediately crackling with anger,

“I–The water, I was thirty because you were–” Deku goes to explain but Katsuki doesn’t care about there stupid connected sense,

“Like hell you actually think you are stronger than me!” Katsuki walks over and takes a fist full of Deku’s shirt, or well, his shirt. He doesn’t let off any more explosions unless he wants to ruin his own thing because of Deku.

“Kaachan…My quirk is basically super strength…” Deku says, hesitantly.

“I could beat your ass anyday, three times over.” Katsuki shoves Deku in the chest, he stumbles off his barstool slightly, Katsuki ignores the mild thrum on his own chest from the blow.

“I–We, I know you're strong, but in terms of lifting weight, If we use our quirks, I have the advantage.” Deku explains, but Katsuki won't hear it. Even if he knows the Nerd has a point…He has All-mights quirk for crying out loud, of course he can bench more than Katsuki himself, he has an explosive quirk, it does nothing to enhance him physically. He would never admit that to Deku, under his dead body.

“I’m going to bed.” Katsuki abruptly takes off from the kitchen, But is halted in his tracks just outside the kitchen. Katsuki’s heartbeat quickens.

“Deku, hurry up.” He doesn't look back, He tries to take another step forward, but he can’t. He scrunches his eyes close, trying to will his breathing to slow down, sinking…sewage…his throat closing, breathing ragged and slugedy.

“It’s only seven…I was supposed to study with Todoroki and Lida tonight.” Katsuki barely hears Deku’s shity voice through his panic. Why is he panicking again? Oh, right He can’t move.

Muzzles, Quirk canceling handcuffs. Wood, forcing his back straight. T.V camera’s flashing around him, everyone ignoring his screams, Aizawa, Present Mic, All-might—

“Hey–” Katsuki jumps out of his panic, finding his feet able to move again. He looks around only to meet Deku’s worried eyes, “What's wrong?” Deku asks him, in an honest to god earnest tone.

“Bed.” Katsuki answers as a response. Suddenly exhausted. He hasn't….freaked out because (hell if he would admit to ever having a panic attack) in a long time. Since second year. The sludge villain attack was at this point, the least horrific encounter with villains he has faced. He thought he was over that. And the way the teachers handled things at the sports festival in his first year have been rectified, or well, at least they never bound and gagged him on national T.V again…

“O-okay, but um—I was hoping we could stop by my dorm-”

“We can get your shitty toothbrush tomorrow.” Katsuki says, feeling like he is dragging his feet. Lucky said feet are moving so the nerd is actually listening to him for once.

Deku doesn’t say a word to him the entire elevator ride up, not when Katsuki stops by his room to grab his own tooth brush before heading into the bathroom. The nerd only speaks up once Katsuki is finished with his skincare and dental hygiene (even if he is dead tired he can't have ugly ass skin and yellow teeth)

“C-can I use the restroom before we go to sleep?” Deku asks, quietly. Katsuki looks between Deku and the row of stalls. He doesn’t have to go at all, and since they are connected Katsuki would feel if Deku had to go,

“Tsk. Hold it.” Katsuki walks toward the door and doesn’t get stopped in his tracks. He goes back to his dorm, kicking off his slippers and falling into bed. He hears Deku do the same, and the unfamiliar ruffle of the futon in the last thing he hears before he shucks his hearing aids onto his bedside table and promptly passes out.

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Izuku’s eyes burst open, his immediate surroundings unfamiliar, but one thing's for sure he isn't underground, he isn’t chasing down Kai Chiasaki. Eri is safe and—

“Ahh–mpph-” Izuku slams a hand over his mouth to stifle his shock of realizing where he is and feeling it… His, or, oh god no…Kaachan’s sweatpants he is wearing are cold and wet and sticking to his thighs in a familiar yet long forgotten way.

“No, no no–please, why didn’t I insist on going before I fell asleep?” Izuku looks down at his lap, cold piss slowly making his presence known by the itchiness creeping up on him. Izuku slumps down in defeat. Who is he kidding, even if he did pee before bed, like he doesn’t every night, this was still a possibility.

Izuku looks around the room, Kaachan is still dead asleep in his bed, thankfully. Izuku takes a moment to center himself and assess the damage, something he hasn't had to do since his first year at U.A.

The first thing that makes his breathing pick up is the fact that this is the first time he has wet a Futon. A mattress? He is a pro at cleaning mattresses at this point in his life (much to his dismay) but this? It's basically a giant thick blanket…But Izuku isn't sure it can go in the wash, nor if it would even fit in the communal washing machines on the common floor.

His instinct is to grab his phone and call one of the few people who know about his nighttime issues…All-might, Aizawa-sensei or Lida. He has never had to call them about this before, they just know because of different circumstances. All-might knows because initially, Izuku thought it was maybe a side effect of taking such a strong quirk, but now with having a handle on his quirk and the issues still persisting, they both ruled that out.

Aizawa-sensei had to know because of the training camp they attended their second year. It was only fair that Izuku gave his teacher a warning that the accommodation beds the school was paying for, probably wouldn’t come away from this without being soiled. Aizawa referred him to Hounddog for therapy when they returned to U.A the next week.

Hounddog also knows everything…But Izuku would never call him for this sort of thing, not being as close to him as All-might or Aizawa, or rather he is close to him in a therapist way and not this kind of way.

Hounddog was the one who suggested Izuku start wearing protection to bed in his early months of his second year. They had been working on his nightmares, the source of his bed wetting, but they were seeing no progress and the dog hero just wanted Izuku to be comfortable. It became a normal thing in Izuku’s routine.

Iida found out by accident…Izuku got careless, or rather, comfortable with him…issues. It was just normal to him at this point. So when Iida knocked on his door asking if he could borrow his graphing calculator late one night, Izuku let him in and told him it was in the drawer of his desk.

He didn’t specify what drawer and Iida opened the larger drawer on the base of his desk rather than the small one under the face of the desk. The large drawer that Izuku stores his protection in, for lack of a better place to put it. (He often left his wardrobe open because of the mirror inside the door so they would have been in plain sight if he kept them there)

Iida was of course very understanding once Izuku calmed down and was able to explain why he had a desk drawer full of All-might themed diapers. The engine hero never told anyone, to Izuku’s knowledge, and has even been great at helping Izuku make excuses on why he often declines sleepover requests from their other friends.

Izuku trusts all of these people, and he would love to be able to call any of them right now, even if so they could just calm him down and talk him through what to do…But his phone is in his room, along with the protection he kept trying to figure out how to subtitle get from his dorm without Katsuku knowing, or seeing or being suspicious at all.

Because if there is one person in the world Izuku doesn’t want to know about this particular issue of his, It's Kaachan.

Whether the blonde will ever admit it, the two of them are equals, more or less now. Atleast, way more similarly matched compared to when they were kids, after one of them manifested a quirk and the other…didn’t.

Kacchan is strong, but so is Izuku. Kacchan has an amazing quirk, so does Izuku now. They have both fought villains, some ending in victory, others not. They have faced death of one's dear, of civilians, or friends, family… But only one of them seems to be struggling with, well, all of it.

Izuku knows damn well Kacchan doesn’t have weekly therapy sessions with Houndog (even if he thinks he would benefit from them) But that's the difference, Kacchan would benefit from Therapy, sure! It would help him with his anger and constant foul language, but Izuku. It’s different.

He was barely functioning outside of class before Aizawa got him the help he needed. He was putting on a false facade for everyone, while going back to his dorm and suffering in silence. Whether it be from nightmares, flashbacks or other PTSD symptoms. He was debilitatingly stuck in a constant state of fear, while also, forcing himself to move forward, fight villains, Basically encounter the very thing that was causing him stress and anxiety in the first place…

Anxiety…Izuku swore he felt a the familiar bone chilling, gut wrenching feeling from Kaachan earlier in the kitchen, but such emotions live so deep inside of them, it's hard to tell if it really was a feeling as a result of the quirk, or i just being so close to the explosive boy for so long brough up his old feelings from childhood….

Izuku looks over at the sleeping boy's face and it's peaceful, not a single wrinkle or worry line evident as he rests. It's hard to imagine him falling deep into a nightmare that feels so real you lose control of your bladder.

So yeah, Izuku really didn’t want Kaachan to know ... .but in the situation he has found himself in he sees no other option than to go to his childhood friend.

“K-Kaachan.” Izuku shout whispered into the cold night air of the room. Nothing… “Kaachan, hey—” Izuku shouts again, the blonde doesn’t even stir.

He stands up, ignoring the cold dribble of pee that runs down his legs from the change in gravity and quietly, walks over to Kacchan’s bed. Izuku hovers his hand above his friend's shoulder, stalling because he is really signing himself up to be made fun of, probably cussed at and most likely, ridiculed for the rest of his time at U.A.

“Kaacha—wah–”

“Fuck off!” Katsuki jumped up from his bed, startled away by someone grabbing him. He flung his sheets of in an instant, sparky flying off his hands, ready to attack whoever the fuck it is. Blood kink girl? Crusty ass lip fuckers, the giant ass lizard—Deku?

Katsuki looked down at Deku, seeing his mouth moving but not hearing anything but a faint grumble of mushed together words,

“Hold the fuck on and shut up—” Katsuki leaned over and grabbed his hearing aids, popping them in and immediately being assults with a reched sob—wait what?

“I didn’t mean to! I-I’m s-s-s-o sorry Kaachann! P-please don’t—I’ll clean it up! Please—Hck—” Wait…Clean what up? Hah?

Katsuki takes in the scene in front of him. Deku is sitting on the floor by his bed, tears streaming down his face. Katsuki takes a step forward towards the nerd, only stopping when his sock becomes wet and warm and—oh.

“I-w-wanted to wake you up so you c-coul–hck–”

“S’fine, Nerd…Get up.” Katsuki reaches his hand out toward Deku. He can’t just let him sit in a puddle of his own piss all night, blubbering like a baby. “You have to shower and I need to get a towel or some shit for the floor.” Katsuki pulls Deku up, albeit slowly, the Nerds legs are shaking.

“I–Didn’t mean too—” Deku says, whipping his eyes,

“Well I would hope you didn’t purposely piss on my floor.” Katsuki huffs, but Deku starts crying again, loudly.

“Shhhh, You wanna wake up the whole floor? it’s not big deal…I should have told you not to wake me up…fuckin’ can’t hear shit when im sleeping, stupid hearing aids and all that.” Katsuki normally has a very good idea of what's happening in his surroundings, but even he will admit, not being able to hear is his biggest weakness.

“I—the futon.” Deku lowers his head. Katsuki looks between Deku and his floor bed, now noticing that the floor isn't the only place that houses a large wet spot…

“You wet the bed?” Katsuki asks, Deku nods, but doesn’t look up at him.

“Fuck’n hell…And then you…again? Really?” Katsuki can’t fathom having an accident, let alone two in the span of one night.

“You’re the o-one who didn’t let me go b-before we went to bed.” Deku looks up at him through his curly green bangs,

“Tsk, You knew this was gonna happen?” Katsuki turns away, ready to head towards the door,

“I—” Deku pauses, Katsuki looks back at him. “Will you make fun of me?” Katsuki has to think about the question for a second…His gut instinct is to say yes, of course. This is easy ammo…they are seventeen, almost eighteen, a few months away from being pro-heros. Wetting the bed, or even just pissing your pants is not normal, But—

Katsuki has been there. Not in the last ten years, but, as a kid he wasn’t one of always walk away from his and Deku’s playdates with dry pants and Deku never made fun of him for it, if anything he was always helpful…So,

“No, this…fuck, was out of your controll, stupid nerd.” Katsuki has to cut the nerd some slack. This situation is mortifying, he would bet Deku’s worst nightmare consisted of something akin to this exact scenario.

“I need to go to my dorm…it’s…”

“Just spit it out, it smells like piss in here, and that's not me making fun of you.”

“Ihavetogetmyprotectionfrommydormorelsethiswillhappenagain!” Deku mutters, all in one breath…

“pro—Diapers? You wear Diapers!?” Katsu`ki asks, thinking he must have misheard Deku…Deku doesn’t–He never—as a kid, that was Katsuki. Deku was the one always drilling, taking breaks and staying hydrated and maintaining his health by not holding it until he was dancing in line for the restroom..

“You said you wouldn’t make fun of me.” Deku says, arms crossed over his chest,

“I’m not! It's just—-Are you…sick?” Katsuki hates to admit he would kick himself if the nerd was close to kicking the bucket and he didn’t realize.

“N-not physically, no.” Deku answers, calmly. And Ah. It all clicks.

“Nightmares?” Katsuki starts walking towards the door, sliding his slippers on once again. He looks back just in time to see Deku silently nod. “Shit sucks…” Katsuki says, opening the door to follow Deku out to the showers.

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marameowmeow · 3 years ago

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Mic's Moment of Shame (Pt.1)

synopsis: Your two favorite men Aizawa and Mic are with you at an amusement park, although the love triangle is awkward because it feels one-sided on each other’s parts, things get more awkward when the three of you get stuck on the Ferris wheel, and both Aizawa and Mic really have to pee.

pairing: hizashi yamada x fem!reader

word count: 8.8 k

genre: fluff, nsfw (sorta)

warnings: contains omorashi, characters aged-up, some nudity, graphic peeing scene

‘‘What am I doing here again?’

Aizawa had asked himself that question three times already tonight as he walked amongst several people in this large, wide amusement park. Amusement parks weren’t Aizawa’s thing. Amusement parks were loud, full of noisy, obnoxious people in lines and crowds, and there was often merchandise of several other pro-heroes, especially of All-Might. Ergo, this was a place for extroverts, and Aizawa was most definitely not an extrovert. He almost contemplated on leaving this place as he tossed an empty cup of coffee in a nearby trashcan.

“Shouta~!” You called out to him, having lost him a while back after you got engaged in a conversation with some fans. And he turned to face your smiling face. Then he remembered, this is why he was here. He constantly denied it, but he did have a soft spot for you and liked spending some of his time with you. In fact, he might have even been in love with you, but he couldn’t tell you or anyone else that because he liked to be professional and he was secretly worried that his feelings for you would get in the way of his and your jobs. Still, it didn’t stop him from trying to spend time with you.

“Back from your adoring fans?” He asked you somewhat curtly, and you giggled a bit.

“The few ones I have… I’m not a high-ranker like you or All-Might.” You said humbly, knowing you weren’t as popular as the other pro-heroes, nor were you as powerful as them since your quirk only allowed you to read people’s emotions, it made you a great intel gatherer and a human lie detector, but it wasn’t something that made you really stand out other than to your closest friends. That got a small chuckle out of the deadpan man, which made you grin as you excitedly exclaimed.

“Hey come with me on the carousel. I haven’t ridden one of those in years!” You were met with a sigh of disbelief.

“You didn’t just ask me that?” Aizawa wasn’t really asking a question, but you obviously knew the answer.

“Oh come on… you’re telling me you don’t want to ride one at least once?” You pouted, crossing your arms and trying to look cute, but it wasn’t working on him.

“No. I’m already at a place for children, I don’t want to look like one or do anything that children do.” He said dryly, as you grunted in slight annoyance.

“You’re no fun…” You muttered, but because he was so closed off, you couldn’t read his emotions that good. And little did you know that Aizawa was, in his own way, having some fun, but just by being with you and occasionally sitting with you through the corny shows teenagers put up, or the acrobats. The funnest thing he’d seen the whole time though was the animal show featuring two skilled cats. So you knew that he was having some bit of fun at least.

“All right, all right then I’ll get on the carousel, and you get to watch.” You declared with a tiny smirk as you made your way to the relatively small line as he nearly smirked as he watched you walk. He could have watched, and probably should have but it was already cold out, even with his all black clothing he was tempted to get another coffee to keep himself awake, although he wasn’t sure how you would feel about that if he just left. Of course, it wouldn’t be practical to keep falling in and out of consciousness since he had been walking a lot here with you. So he left momentarily for another drink so that way he could keep up with you, but was thankful that this place only had another hour til closing time.

Meanwhile, you stood in line as you watched the other riders having fun on their horses and carriages. Some were couples, of all kinds, and they looked pretty happy. How you wished Aizawa came with you so you could be one of those happy couples. Instead you worried that you would forever be on a horse on a carousel, just spinning with Aizawa ahead of you and never get the chance to catch up to him. And then you looked over to see that he wasn’t even there anymore.

Where’d he go?

You sighed in dejection, but nearly jumped when someone called you, “[Y/N]!!”

Over your shoulder, you turned to see Mic waving and running over to you, and you smiled wide. “H-Hizashi!” It’s not like you were entirely surprised, Mic tended to follow you and Aizawa around especially when it was just the two of you. And you assumed it’s because the poor guy didn’t want to be left alone, even if it made him something of a third wheel. But you didn’t mind. You liked Mic, a lot.

“Hey! I found ya! I knew I would if I just kept looking!” He cheerfully said as he gladly stepped in line right beside you, much to your secret delight as you giggled.

“I was wondering when you would show up! I was kinda missing you too.” Mic promptly bounced on his heels, his already permanent smile growing in excitement.

“Well ya know, it’s no fun without me.” He kind of bragged as you smiled and blushed at his cute enthusiasm. Although he was slightly bouncier than normal as you saw him fidgeting slightly where he stood next to you.

“I can’t really deny that… Shouta’s not really a carousel kind of guy… I’m happy that you want to get on with me.” You sounded kind of sad, and Mic patted you on the back to cheer you up.

“Ah yeah, that’s Eraser for ya. Don’t worry! I’m here to give you a good time, I haven’t been on one of these things since we were students in Yuuei!” He exclaimed, which made you smile and giggle once it was your turn now to get on.

Of course, you sat on a horse with Mic close behind you, though you swore he seemed to have a bit of difficulty sitting on it as he grinned a little nervously at you? He seemed nervous and you could feel it. You wondered why, but you still smiled at him as the carousel played its music and started moving and letting you all spin round and round on the horse.

Giggling cheerfully, you threw your hand out as if you were flying with Mic whooping right behind you. As much as you loved Aizawa, you couldn’t deny that Mic was a lot of fun, he never shied away from doing things like this from you.

“Hey look! There’s Shouta! Hey! Shouta! Over here!!” You pointed at Aizawa and waved happily to the scruffy pro-hero, who had another coffee in his hand, and he paused with a very mild look of surprise once he saw you and his best friend riding together on the carousel. He should have figured that Mic would somehow come in to interrupt yours and his time together.

“Hey Eraser!!” It was Mic’s turn to wave at Aizawa, as you grinned and did the same to the very unamused pro-hero as he rolled his eyes. He thought you were both childish, but of course that was the jealousy in him talking. He knew Mic was always trying to interrupt you and him because the loud pro-hero liked you too. Aizawa was mature enough to not get into a petty love triangle, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. Mic did this on purpose sometimes by deliberately trying to get closer to you and take your attention away from his.

It was all fun and games whenever the three of you hung out together, at least until someone falls in love. And all three of you had fallen in love with one another, and to an extent, each other.

“You should have come on! It’s great!” Mic called out cheerfully as you let out a little laugh, not so silently agreeing with him. “I’m spinning!” You giggled, keeping your arm out as you smiled wide, and Aizawa secretly found that adorable, but he kept his expression stoic and cold as he watched you with a blasé look on his face. It felt wrong, but he couldn’t find it in him to reciprocate your feelings just yet, even though he knew that he knew that he could only keep his feelings secret for too long until you find out yourself or get tired of waiting and eventually move on with someone else. Like Mic. He would understand why though, Mic was a lively, handsome man who could keep people entertained, hell even he entertained him sometimes, which is sort of why he hung around him because the man was his best friend and he secretly enjoyed his company.

Disappointed with his reaction, you kept your smile on despite the fact that you felt like you were stuck on your horse while spinning around and around, not quite able to reach out to Aizawa and feeling like you were in a little fairy tale and constantly hoping you could catch up him. Little did you know, Mic was behind you and feeling the exact same way and wondering if he would ever be able to catch up to you. Mic wasn't blind, he knew how you felt about Aizawa, and he didn't blame you. Aizawa was a smart, level-headed and handsome man, he knew how to keep people grounded and always used logic and reasoning to keep everything together. Mic respected him a lot even if their personalities clashed, but he enjoyed his company, ever since they went to school together. However, he felt the same as you did. On his horse, just so close behind you but not quite able to reach out to you too, for you were trying to reach out for someone else.

Round and round you all went.

Riding.

Once the ride was over, you got off your horse and went over to Mic who took his time getting off his horse but perked up and grinned upon seeing you. “[Y/N]! Was that fun or what?!”

You blushed and giggled. “So fun! I need to come here again just to ride it again…” Smiling, you and Mic got off together, laughing and talking together which served to annoy Aizawa once he saw you both walking over to him.

“I see you two had a good time.” He remarked dryly, and you nervously smiled and waved.

“W-Well… it was a fun ride! Sometimes spinning is a simple way of having fun.” You replied shyly, not wanting to annoy Aizawa as he sighed a bit, feeling like he was giving you a bit of a hard time as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Good I suppose… come. Let’s keep walking.” He suggested, which you and Mic agreed to.

“Yeah! Let’s see what other activities and rides this place has before it closes!” The loud pro-hero gave his own suggestion, as you smiled and pulled both the heroes in with your arms.

“Excellent ideas you two! Let’s do it together!” You exclaimed happily as both men smiled and let you take the reins, even though Aizawa was somewhat reluctant about this. And secretly, so was Mic.

However for different reasons, he was more than willing to spend any time with you because he had been crushing on you for the longest time, but right now he was practically dying for a piss. But he couldn’t just admit that to you. It’s why he was walking stiffer than normal, and bouncing slightly in his steps, which you and Aizawa just brushed off as the man’s typical energy. And every time neither of you were looking, he would cross one leg over the other, especially in the lines you stood in to see a performer show off their quirk or perform a popular song.

Since it was still winter-time, Mic’s been working full-time as a pro-hero and at the mainstream radio station making exciting announcements and playing the most requested songs and of course many of the more popular lovey-dovey songs. However, while he certainly had the chance to piss in the morning, once he came in he got little to no breaks to go to the bathroom, and he’d been filling up on a not so healthy mix of water, coffee, Red Bull and soda the whole time to keep himself awake when it got boring. Mic’s normally strong bladder was so full he couldn’t even think of how long it had been since he last pissed since this morning. It was night-time right now, so he assumed at least 7 or maybe even 8 hours, whichever it was, his bladder was screaming at him to ‘Hurry the hell up’ and find a place to piss.

He was smarter than this and should have went to the bathroom sometime while he was here, but in his defense, most of the lines were either way too long, or closed because someone threw up all over the place. Mic knew he had more opportunities to find someway to relieve his bladder, but he wanted to stay close to you as much as possible. He was having way too much fun with you, even if it meant waiting in agonizingly long lines just to get you a cute doll that you wanted. Of course Aizawa had to pay for it though as he gave you money, but Mic made sure to actually wait with you in line, just so he could be close to you, which you actually really appreciated as you both shared a bashful smile.

Which of course annoyed Aizawa, he knew Mic had feelings for you too, and his advances were kind of sad. He wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about him, but he was sure you would have to pick up on it sometime with how the blonde man followed you around like a puppy dog. However, he also noticed that Mic was acting kind of weird, and somewhat jumpier than normal. But Aizawa didn’t focus too much on that, since he was busy looking around for a bathroom now that those two coffees had caught up to him. It was nothing urgent, but he would still need to find one sooner or later.

“Okay~.” You pleasantly sang, rather happy now that you were able to retrieve the limited-edition kitty plush you’d been wanting. “Thank you very much my two favorite men.” Then you flashed both Aizawa and Mic a sweet smile that nearly made the two blush in unison, feeling as if they could melt in your warmth.

“Hee-hee, I know we’re all kind of tired, but… there’s just ONE last thing we got to do. ONE.” Then you made your announcement, and you were relieved that they didn’t look annoyed, in fact, Mic seemed to catch on to what you meant.

“Oh yes of course! The Ferris Wheel! It’s not a complete night-out without getting on the Ferris Wheel! I’m totally on board with that [Y/N]!” Mic cheerfully said, even though he was getting really desperate and wasn’t sure he could wait for much longer, he could practically feel his bladder quivering and punching him from the inside-out to run over somewhere, anywhere, even a hidden corner or behind one of the buildings to sneak a piss without anyone, especially you to see or hear. But he wanted to sit next to you and share a beautiful view of the city with you, and he wasn’t sure he would get another opportunity like that for a while.

Aizawa on the other hand sighed, “Very well then. That’s a slow, steady ride… but we need to get on it quick because this place is closing soon…” He informed, and that was enough to make all three of you move a little bit quicker to the very large Ferris Wheel that was in sight. The bathrooms were in sight for Aizawa to see, and not a line or sign that would keep him from going in. That would have been his chance, but… he didn’t miss the look of disappointment and sadness on your face every time he denied your requests to join him on rides. So, he put aside his need and continued to follow you. Mic had similar ideas, he wanted to so badly to just rush over to the toilets really quick, but the place was going to close soon and he wanted to get on this damn Ferris Wheel with you!

So both men had to swallow the discomfort down, and get on with you. They were relieved though when there was pretty much no line now that everyone else who was on the wheel had gotten off and there was no one other than a blonde, female employee who just looked at them politely and curiously. “No line!” You chirped happily, giggling as you let Aizawa go ahead of you and he took a seat and gestured for you to sit beside him, which you gladly did. And you smiled when Mic immediately sat right next to you, sandwiching you between the two pro-heroes.

The Ferris Wheel was at least 165 feet tall, and provided riders with passenger cars, so there was enough room for the three of you and possibly three more, but thankfully it was just you, Aizawa and Mic. You wouldn’t have it either way, because secretly, you really liked them both. Each had their own traits that made them desirable, and they were both really hot too.

“Last ride of the night! Last ones on here!” Mic exclaimed with a big grin, crossing one leg over the other as you giggled. “I know!” You were exhilarated, especially when the ferris wheel started taking you three up and for once Aizawa felt a little bit relaxed even with the discomfort. “Guys! Look! We can see the whole city!” You kind of stood up and pointed at the bright lights Musutafu was giving off, the entire city in view. It was magical, Mic look positively amazed as he widened his eyes and dropped his jaw in awe, for once he was silent in marvel, while Aizawa’s eyes slightly widened, but he couldn’t deny that the view was beautiful.

Slowly he stood up, just to share this moment with you, giving you a small smile that made your face light up with exuberant joy. Aizawa felt a warm flutter in his chest that almost made him feel nervous and yet happy, but that joy was shot as soon Mic stood up quickly afterwards, his legs trembling as you turned to face the blonde man, and you couldn’t help but grin at him too when you saw him smile at you.

Annoyed, Aizawa carefully sat back down with you and Mic following his lead in succession, you looked down blushing. “Thanks you guys… for actually coming out with me here, I had an amazing time!” You thanked them both with a blushing smile, which made them both feel a rare instance of shyness again. Before they both even had the chance to try and butt in to each other’s sentences, they both grunted in shock when the moving Ferris wheel suddenly came to a stop. And you gasped in shock and clung to where you were seated, wondering what just happened as you looked at the pro-heroes for a theory of sorts.

“What happened…?”

“Based on that jolt… I think we’ve stopped, the lights on this thing are off too…” Aizawa sighed, already assuming the worst since it seemed the most plausible explanation. However, he took the moment to look downwards and access the situation, and he noticed the employee that had turned off the ride.

“What?! W-We can’t be stuck! The place is going to close soon!” Mic stood standing up, kind of dancing in place as he hopped from foot to foot. “HEY! Somebody! We’re stuck up here! Turn it back on! Bring us down!” He shouted for the employee but didn’t see that the employee had headphones in her ears and didn’t even both to look up, she seemed distracted yet pretty focused as she walked away with a small smile.

“Attention, visitors. The park is now closing, please follow the exit signs and have a nice night, be sure to bundle up for the cold weather.”

Well now you were all in trouble. And everywhere Aizawa and Mic looked, they couldn’t see anybody as all the employees had already left, with their one useless employee there already gone. “Hey!! Doesn’t anyone see us?! We’re stuck! SOMEBODY! HELP! Get us off this thing!!” That didn’t stop Mic from shouting for help, he was tempted to use his quirk, but just using it would send tremors to his body due to how loud he could go. And at this point all it would take is the wrong move to make him completely piss himself with you and Aizawa to witness… he wasn’t letting that happen.

“It’s useless Mic. They’re already gone… and we’re stuck up here. Trying to jump down wouldn’t be practical, we’re at the very top, and I don’t want to risk not being able to take you and [Y/N] without one of you getting hurt…” Aizawa could have used his ninja skills to jump off this thing, but even he knew his limits and this was an extremely high construction. Even if he were to carry you and Mic off, he couldn’t risk making one wrong step and crippling or possibly even killing you, himself or Mic. And if he was being completely honest, he couldn’t move too much now that the dropping temperatures weren’t making it easy to keep his impatient bladder under control.

“Damn there’s no signal…” You huffed as you took out your phone in hopes that it would help, but with the height you were at and the fact that the park turned off pretty much everything. Phones weren’t going to save you guys now.

“No way, this CAN’T be happening! We’re not seriously going to spend all night up here are we?!” Mic pressed his head against his seat, letting out a small whine as he crossed his legs and wiggled in his seat. That didn’t go unnoticed by you or Aizawa, the two of you glanced at each other and both came to the same conclusion. Now that you were focused more on Mic, your quirk allowed you to read his feelings, and you sensed embarrassment and desperation…

You shuddered and blushed in response to Mic’s emotions, feeling secondhand embarrassment as you couldn’t help but ask.

“H-Hizashi… you don’t look too good… d-do you have to g-.”

“Yes! Yes, yes oh my god [Y/N] I have to pee, I have to pee SO freaking bad I’m going to explode!” Mic dramatically admitted, keeping his legs tightly crossed, bouncing them every now then and openly shifting and squirming in his seat. Feeling a rare sense of mortification sharing this with you. He honestly didn’t care that Aizawa knew because the man was his long-time friend, and you were too but he’s had such a crush on you that he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Not only that but he liked to think of himself as a bit of a gentleman at times and saying how bad he has to piss in front of you, isn’t exactly gentlemanly. At the same time though, he had no way of hiding how bad he had to go now that you could tell.

Aizawa tried not to look sympathetic as he sighed in annoyance, “Why didn’t you go before we got on?” He asked, somewhat hypocritically though because he of course, also felt the urge to piss, and he had already felt it before getting on the ride but assumed the same and didn’t expect the ferris wheel to just stop, nor did he expect the workers to be incompetent enough to abandon all of you.

Mic suddenly threw his hands between his legs, holding himself as hard as he could even though the material of his pants weren’t making it easy as he double-crossed his legs and he couldn’t stop squirming. “Because I wanted to get on the last ride with you guys! I thought I’d be able to pee as soon as I got off! I didn’t think we’d get left for dead up here!”

“Neither did we…” You sighed, understanding why Mic didn’t go before getting on this. But now you just felt bad for him, he looked like he really had to go. In fact, now that your’s and Aizawa’s guess was correct, you couldn’t help but keep an eye on the blonde, especially since he was squirming so much.

“I can’t believe we’re stuck up here… what kind of employee just ditches people when they know they’re still up here?!” He ranted, obviously in hopes to try and distract himself as he rocked a little bit, crossing and uncrossing his legs depending on what made him feel better. But it wasn’t working, he could feel piss ready to just spill out at any minute. The cold weather didn’t help because it was making him shiver, even with his jacket and pants on, the wind just cut right through him.

“Hizashi… I’m sensing a lot of urgency… just how long have you been holding it…?” You felt yourself starting to blush more, with Mic being so close his emotions were on complete display for anyone else to read, and they didn't even need to have your quirk. Although, seeing this surprised you since Mic wasn’t known for his shame.

“I don’t even know… 6, 7, 8 hours? I don’t know…” Mic whined, holding himself hard as he started to blush as he felt your [E/C] eyes watching him. You tried to give him the privacy, but he looked so cute when he was so embarrassed and vulnerable like that. It wasn’t often you saw an embarrassed Hizashi. “Oh shit… oh man, oh man, oh man… We’re going to be stuck up here all night and I REEEEAALLY have to go… I have to go…!” He bounced and squirmed in his seat, holding himself tightly with his legs crossed and avoided [Y/N]’s gaze as he let out a small whimper.

He really should have peed earlier but he couldn’t pass the opportunity to spend time with you, walking with you and riding with you in hopes that he could get to you and Aizawa. Although, he couldn’t lie that he found Aizawa very attractive and was a little embarrassed that he had to see him like this. He was probably going to mess with him about this later though no doubt… he’d lose both his and your respect.

However, Mic took you by surprise when he flinched in his seat suddenly with a loud squeak of alarm as the first spurt of urine escaped and quickly dampened his boxers. Quickly he double-crossed his legs and curling in a little bit and didn’t dare remove his hands from his crotch as the spurt didn’t stop as the warm piss started to seep through his boxers and wetting the front of his pants.

“Oh God… Oh fuck…!” He moaned lightly, gripping his crotch hard and tightening his muscles and much as he could until he got the loss under control, even though he knew he could still very much feel his swollen bladder threatening to spill more piss out any second now. And he shuddered from the wind hitting, with the wet patch turning cold because of the low temperature. His eyes widened slightly when he realized how fucked he was, the next wave would send him over the edge and no holding would save him now. Mic wasn’t a man who got shy or embarrassed easily but having you and Aizawa here to see him like this was enough to bring frustrated tears in his green eyes.

“Oh Hizashi…” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder once you saw and felt just how embarrassed he was, and you massaged his shoulder to try and ease the man’s nerves once you saw him beginning to almost panic. “Look whatever happens, happens… I swear I will not judge you and what happens up here, stays up here. Right Shouta?” You softly and sweetly reassured Mic, before sharply looking at Aizawa to make sure that he wouldn’t make any judgments or smarmy remarks.

“Right.” He was surprisingly sincere, but he did feel bad for his friend. And he was getting worried that he would be in that same situation too because of how much his own bladder was gradually filling and making him extremely uncomfortable with every passing minute.

“Oh really?” Mic blinked back his tears as he slightly perked up and nervously laughed even though he wasn’t going to be proud of his next move, “T-That’s great… so… you won’t think any less of me for what I’m about to do now?”

“Not at all.” You smiled reassuringly, even though you couldn’t really tell what his intentions were, all you knew was that you felt embarrassment and reluctance. Your first assumption was that Mic was just going to accept his fate and wet himself, but you were wrong.

Mic uncrossed his legs, standing up as quickly as he could even though his knees trembled with desperation and he kept his hands on himself. You and Aizawa could see the wet patch on his front; Mic wasn’t kidding when he said was going to burst. Steadily, Mic carefully made his way to the edge of the passenger car.

“Wait… what are you-?” You looked confused, but Aizawa’s eyes began to widen as he realized what Mic was about to do.

“Mic you’re not seriously…” He was ready to protest and argue for Mic to NOT do what he was about to do, but it was too late as Mic already unzipped his damp pants, pulling out his already pissing member out and aimed for the ground, pissing a hard, strong and loud stream as he let out a loud, rather erotic sounding moan at the intense relief of the release.

“Ohhhh! Ohhhhh Fuck!” He groaned without any shame in his tone, loud enough for anyone else to hear or see, but you were all thankful that nobody else was in sight as Mic continued to piss, he couldn’t and he wouldn’t stop it now. “Ohhh Shit… A-Ahh-hahhh… ohh my God…” Mic shivered as he peed, both from the cold air hitting his bare cock and the overwhelming relief that was thankfully outweighing the cold as his legs shook from the ecstasy-like feeling.

Squealing a little bit at what you were seeing, you flushed darkly and turned your head with your hand covering your wide [E/C] eyes. Similarly, Aizawa grunted and quickly turned away, blushing slightly himself as the sound of Mic’s hissing flow of heavy piss and unabashed moans made his own bladder pang at him in irritation that he wasn’t doing the same and forcing him to press his thighs together tightly as he grunted in complete annoyance.

“I can’t believe you… [Y/N]’s right here!” He muttered in disgust, scolding him a bit for such impoliteness as he tried to ignore the sound of shameless pissing, but with Mic’s relieved moaning and the desperation in the strength of his stream, Aizawa found it near-impossible to completely tune it all out. He was only thankful that they were too far up to hear piss hitting the ground.

“Ohhhh I know… a-ahhh [Y/N]… you’re not looking are you? Mmmm ohhhh my God I’m so sorry but I just couldn’t hold it anymore… a-aaahhh God it feels sooo gooood…” Mic’s practically lustful moaning did nothing to help Aizawa’s own predicament, nor did it ease the nerves fluttering in your stomach as you peeked through your fingers.

You blushed harder when seeing the relieved, still flushed yet grinning face of the blonde man as tears of relief streamed down his face. He really had to go, you wondered. As you watched, you focused intently on the thickness of his strong stream as little droplets sparkled as it rained down to the ground thanks to the moon’s shining light. It was so cold out, you swore his hot piss was giving off a bit of steam, and just seeing that just amazed you in a weird, titillating way.

It was a good thing nobody else was here, otherwise they would have gotten hit with the golden rain provided by Mic as his stream showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. You listened to the strength of his hissing piss just spurting and flying out at full-force as he kept letting out shameless sighs and groans of relief, sending a tremor down your back. It might have been wrong, but the sight was so hot you forgot all about the fact that you were watching your friend pee and he had no idea that you were watching. And the way he moaned like that, very reminiscent to an orgasm, it was very arousing to see and listen to.

While you were enjoying the show, Aizawa was internally suffering, having to look away and shut his eyes as he tried his hardest not to squirm, even though the sound of Mic’s piss trickling and hissing with such volume just teased his rapidly filling bladder that demanded relief. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to squirm with you right next to him, that would be way too embarrassing and undignified especially since he always held himself up as the mature one, the logical and upright one. He was NOT going to let that image shatter today all because of something as basic as dying for a piss.

However, he had forgotten that you were that close to him, and Aizawa’s inner turmoil was becoming more apparent to you as you widened your eyes slightly and turned to glance at him for a bit. Embarrassment. You wondered, did Shouta have to go?

After about a minute and a half going strong, Hizashi’s stream slowly petered out to a trickle and a stop as he shook off the remaining drops before he put himself away. Quickly you averted your eyes and stared at your lap to make it look like you hadn’t been watching him the whole time.

“Ohhh my God… haaaaah…” He sighed heavily in relief, slumping down into his seat next to you, grinning bashfully in an attempt to shake off the embarrassment he still felt. “I am SO sorry about that [Y/N]… I really didn’t want to do that in front of you but… when you gotta go you gotta go…” Hizashi somewhat shyly shrugged his shoulders, making you smile awkwardly at him.

“You have no class.” Aizawa glared at him with a biting judgment, which did embarrass Mic a little bit but he just huffed that off. “Hey! I wasn’t going to completely piss myself up here in the freezing cold!”

“Completely?” You asked, seeing Mic starting to blush even more as his face turned pink even though he tried to grin. “Y-Yeah I… kinda peed myself a little bit already… I had to do something…” Mic nearly stammered as he explained himself, and Aizawa hated to admit it, but that was the most logical thing to do. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do that, at all.

“Still. In public, where anyone could have seen you. And right in front of [Y/N]. It’s disrespectful.” The underground hero muttered in annoyance, hating how you put your hand on Mic’s shoulder.

“Hey it’s all right… I… I didn’t mind really… it’s like you said… when you gotta go you gotta go. No shame in that… it’s better anyway… it’s way too cold out here to be wet… I don’t want you to get hypothermia.” Even though you were still blushing, you smiled at your friend. Thankful that they couldn’t feel your emotions, since that was one of the hottest things you had ever seen in your life.

Mic smiled at you shyly, obviously still feeling some shame for what he did, but all it took was for your smile and reassurance to make him feel a little better. “Hey thanks [Y/N]! You’re so sweet…” He couldn’t help but admire you a little bit, this is why he liked you so much. You were just so kind and understanding, especially now that you pretty much forgave him for pissing in front of you so shamelessly.

Meanwhile, Aizawa glared a little bit at how kind you were being towards Mic as he felt jealousy beginning to stir, but that wasn’t all he was feeling. Mic’s little show just reminded him of how much he was regretting all those coffees, now that he was feeling the urge to piss, there was nothing he could do to ignore it now. He sighed a bit shakily, having to sit it out and just hold it until the next morning. He’s had to hold it for periods much longer than this, he was confident that he could wait that long.

“Shouta?” You were hesitant to ask, but you couldn’t deny what you were reading from the man.

“Yeah?” He felt like he shouldn’t have answered you once he saw the look of concern on your face.

“Are you all right? Do you have to go too?” There, you had asked it and for some reason you felt like you shouldn’t have asked that. Aizawa didn’t appear fazed, even though on the inside he was feeling the embarrassment starting to tighten as he shook his head in an attempt to deny it.

“No. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine… you can’t lie to me, you know that…” You tried to make your tone gentle as to not embarrass him, but it wasn’t working.

Aizawa grunted lightly in both annoyance and embarrassment, looking away from you and a surprised looking Mic. “It’s not an emergency, don’t worry about it.” He replied curtly, obviously not wanting to press on it because then it would just remind him even more about how it was becoming more and more of an emergency.

“Hey it’s no problem if you can’t hold it Eraser, I mean you saw what I just did, you can easily do the s-”. Mic cheerfully suggested in hopes to give the underground hero an option, but Aizawa quickly cut him off.

“No. I’m not going to resort to that. It’s beyond inappropriate to do such a thing like that in public, and [Y/N] is here. I’m not going to be rude like that.” He stated flatly, still not able to really look at you because this was getting more embarrassing now that you were aware of his need. If it were just him and Mic, he probably would have done the same and just piss off the side of the car and then threaten his friend to not tell a soul about it, but he couldn’t bear the thought of pissing with you there to hear or see him do such a thing. Aizawa wasn’t shy, but he was almost worried that even if he did get that desperate that he would suddenly lock up if he tried, because his pride wouldn’t let him disgrace himself by pissing in front of you as his cheeks burned at the mortifying thought. He wasn’t like Mic, he wasn’t shameless like that.

“Aww but [Y/N] won’t judge or anything.” Mic, taking pity on his friend, tried to reassure him since it was true. Although, just imagining Aizawa getting desperate enough to actually urinate in your presence sent another tremor down your back as you blushed bright red at the thought. That was something you actually wouldn’t mind seeing. You kind of wanted to see that in fact.

“Y-Yeah… it’s not rude when it’s an emergency… and I wouldn’t ever judge a friend for that… if you can’t wait Shouta, you really should just”. You gently said, but Aizawa shook his head stubbornly, hating the flush that was warming his face and neck. Ironic how it was his only source of heat, but all it did was indicate his embarrassment. He hated it.

“I said no. I’ll be fine. I already told you, it’s not that bad.” He muttered, using a colder, surlier tone that made you cringe a little bit as you decided to shut up about it. It hurt, but based on what you were reading from him, he just didn’t want to embarrass himself. So you put your worry aside, and just left him be, as did Mic, whom knew that Aizawa didn’t want to press on it anymore.

However, after a couple of moments of uncomfortable silence, you shakily sighed, “Well… this is awkward… Of all the things to happen to us… I never saw this one coming… I mean people have gotten stuck on Ferris Wheels before but… yeah I really didn’t expect this to happen…” You admitted, since you DID want some alone time with Shouta, and you were more than happy to have Hizashi with you too, but not like this. Not with the three of you stuck up here with the temperature gradually getting lower.

“None of us did! But it’s not your fault at all. I blame the jerk who left us up here.” Mic patted you on the back, despite being trapped up here with you and Aizawa, he didn’t mind. Well, not after peeing he didn’t, now that he felt better and relieved, he was much less fussy and agitated. Whereas, Aizawa was feeling irritated, but mostly with himself. He wasn’t in the mood to talk, but since you and Mic were discussing something else, he thought that it could help him try to delay his emergency if he got distracted enough.

“That’s right. You aren’t to blame at all for this [Y/N]. Truth be told, it could be worse for us.” Aizawa somewhat expressed a bit of optimism, something he wasn’t known for.

“True! We could be stuck up here without each other to keep company.” You quickly said, smiling at the men whom both turned to look at you in near-unison, both blushing, although Mic’s was more apparent as Aizawa subtly hid his reddening cheeks under his scarf. And you grinned when you saw them both give you a smile of agreement. They agreed with that sentiment, since they did enjoy spending time with each other, and it was a little disheartening to know that this was one of the few times they would actually be together until work started. Then it came to the realization that they needed to try and make more time for each other.

During the sentimental moment, Aizawa was thankfully distracted until a sudden wave of desperation crashed over him and it felt like his bladder suddenly hit him again, causing him to cringe and groan quietly as he pressed his legs together as tightly as he could and crossing an ankle over the other. For a moment there he looked worried as he stared at his feet with slightly furrowed brows at just how badly he realized he had to go now. His lower abdomen felt so full he felt it beginning to swell and distend his stomach a little bit. And he shuddered a little bit as he shifted lightly in his seat which made you and Mic turn to face him, sharing a worried glance before you both looked at your friend.

“Shouta…” You didn’t hide your worry, and that just served to embarrass Aizawa more.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine.” He claimed, even though his tense sitting position and trembling legs were a dead give-away to his immense discomfort.

“Dude c’mon, just piss off the side already. We’re not going to-.” Mic wasn’t joking around this time, he really did want to help his friend, but Aizawa wasn’t having it.

“That’s enough Mic. It’s cold and I reacted to it. Stop talking about it now.” He more or less demanded, crossing one leg over the other as he tried to hide his blushing face under his scarf, avoiding yours and Mic’s gaze. It wasn’t necessarily painful, but it was getting there and the way he was sitting wasn’t comfortable at all. Combined with the cold and the fact that you and Mic were aware of his situation, it just made everything so much worse.

Mic sighed, “Fine, fine… don’t say I didn’t offer you anything.” He pouted a bit. Aizawa could be so stubborn sometimes.

“Okay… well…” You blushed from secondhand embarrassment with how close you were to Aizawa. He was always so closed-off, but right now with his emergency you sensed a little more of his emotions and could read him more clearly since he was flustered for a change. He felt embarrassed, almost humiliated and also worried. There was something very endearing about this side of Aizawa, he was still the same, but he looked just a little bit cuter with the way he was trying to hide his flustered demeanor and flushed cheeks.

However, you didn’t want to look like you were enjoying his discomfort, so you decided to keep talking. “I saw this in a movie once ya know? The remake of the Vacation?” You giggled a bit, “They went through hell… just to get stuck on the rollercoaster.” Letting out a laugh, hoping that would distract Aizawa from his urge, and Mic from the boredom of being stuck up here.

“Oh! I remember!” Mic, thankfully was energetic enough to reply to you, and he laughed with you as the two of you struck up a conversation. Aizawa couldn’t help but feel a little grateful, since it allowed him to talk to you and Mic, or at the very least, playfully tease you both about your tastes in movies and music as the conversation eventually became about Aizawa and Mic’s students.

Aizawa sighed in annoyance when he discussed how his students Midoriya and Bakugou often served as the ‘exciting’ part of his classes, but by exciting he meant constant fights and testing his patience 24/7. He also mentioned how All-Might’s presence was a little bit annoying since the students were often much more excited whenever he was teaching and giving a strange lesson.

The conversation went on for a couple of minutes which left you and Mic laughing together with an amused Aizawa. Although, because his urge to piss wasn’t getting any better, he had to discreetly hold himself whenever you and Mic weren’t looking because it was getting worse by the moment. And he remembered your quirk, you could read everything he was feeling, so he just kept on denying his pain and discomfort no matter how much he knew that you knew he was suffering.

He was sure an hour had to have passed, but you and Mic didn’t really stop talking, at least until the bitter wind picked up and it made all three of you shiver and shudder as you hugged your arms in an attempt to keep yourself warm.

“T-This f-f-fuh-fricking wind is… c-cutting through m-m-my jacket…!!” Mic shivered rather badly, stuttering as his teeth audibly chattered with the dramatic drop in temperature, crossing his leg over the other since his underwear and the front of his pants were still damp, which made him very cold.

“M-Mine too… m-my gloves… aren’t w-working… I-I don’t even k-know if I can… f-feel my… f-f-fingers…” You managed to stutter out even though this freezing wind was becoming somewhat unbearable as you tried not to shudder, but the wind was hitting your face, ears and nose and the defenses of your normally worn jacket weren’t helping.

Aizawa was shuddering regardless of the cold, but he was worse off because it just made him want to piss even more as his entire body began trembling even though he tried to keep his legs tightly crossed and involuntarily curled into himself when he swore he was about to leak.

‘No. I am not going to piss myself like a child with these two so close… especially not [Y/N]. I can’t… I just can’t… I refuse…’

He thought to himself, even though his worry was slowly turning into fear because there was no way out of this situation until the next morning. And Aizawa wasn’t sure if he would even be able to wait until then because of this incredibly unfavorable circumstance. He was trapped, up at 165 feet in the air with below freezing temperature piercing through his scarf and black clothing and making his skin cold and he was absolutely, positively dying for a piss.

“T-The…” He tried his hardest to not shiver even though it was very hard now, “The weatherman… s-said it’s supposed to… b-below freezing… t-tonight…” Aizawa finished his sentence, which made a lot more sense to you and Mic even though it wasn’t looking good for neither of you. “It has to be… a-at least… under 30 degrees…” He guessed based on how frigid the air was and how relentlessly it was hitting you, him and Mic.

“That’s not good! How are w-we… s-supposed to sleep…?! I need t-to be warm… t-to sleep!!” Mic exclaimed, hugging his arms like you had done even though it wasn’t helping him keep warm.

“N-Not just that… h-hypothermia is… possible w-with this weather… b-but we m-might… able to… k-keep warm if…” You trembled, barely able to talk with how much your teeth chattered, “w-we s-share each other’s body heat… w-we have to… huddle together…” That thought alone made you blush quite a bit, but it helped in warming your partially frozen face as Aizawa and Mic’s eyes slightly widened at that, but Mic didn’t hesitate at all and quickly he scooted right next to you and pressed himself against your body. Allowing you to feel how badly he was trembling as the two of you shivered.

“I-I’m down with that! That’s… t-the best way to stay warm!” He tried to sound cheerful, even with the tremor in his voice. Aizawa on the other hand, looked reluctant because he was practically bursting. One wrong move, and he just might lose it, with you so close too. Just imagining that filled him with a shame that he had never felt before as he shut his eyes and trembled in his seat. However, he opened them briefly once he heard how much you were shivering and seeing how bad you and Mic trembled and huddled together as the loud hero put his arms around you as you leaned into him, desperate for his warmth.

Aizawa couldn’t let you or Mic suffer like that, even if he himself was suffering for a different reason. And admittedly, he was getting jealous with how close you and Mic were getting. He made sure to keep his legs crossed, before letting out a shaky sigh, “[Y/N]. Mic. Move closer to me.” He suddenly told you both, because he wasn’t so sure he could even move that much. But you and Mic gladly complied as you carefully closed in to Aizawa, making sure to not add any pressure to him since you knew he still really had to pee. Mic stood very close to you, keeping his arms around you.

“S-Shouta… it’s just… s-so g-goddamn cold…” You didn’t mean to swear, but you couldn’t help it. The icy-cold air was making you feel like you were going to freeze to death, and it was worse to see poor Aizawa and Mic suffering the same thing, especially them.

“I know…” Aizawa made sure to sound calm, even though the cold was getting to him too. However, despite how urgent his need had become, he carefully put his arm around you so that way you were pressed against him, and Mic made sure to do the same as the two pro-heroes kept you sandwiched in between them so you could stay warm. You blushed heavily as you couldn’t help but smile at how caring your friends were, and you wanted them to stay warm too, so you brought your arms out and put them around their shoulders, pulling them in ever so slightly so the three of you were completely huddled together.

This would have been nice because the beautiful, bright lights provided by the city made a very lovely view for all of you, but the cold weather was the thing that was kind of killing it.

“T-This is… a little bit better!” Mic stated, and you and Aizawa actually agreed with him. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it did keep you all a little bit warmer now that you were all sharing body heat. And the three of you knew that you were probably going to have to stay like this for a while since it was the dead of night, and it wasn’t dawn yet.

It was going to be a long night.

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