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Omovember Day 2: Desperate at Night

ShinKami / Omorashi / AO3, if preferred 

Kaminari wakes up to a pulsing in his bladder and groans. It’s his own fault for doing a hold so close to bedtime, but Shinsou had been called into work unexpectedly and Kaminari can never get the angles right on his own. He’d had to wait until Shinsou came back from helping his dads out at the cafe, and by then it’d been nearing seven o’clock.

He picks his phone up and groans again when he sees it’s only four in the morning. He’d much rather curl back with Shinsou, and turns back around to do just that.

It’s not entirely unusual for Kaminari to be woken up by his bladder at ungodly hours of the night. He’s never been the best at remembering to pee before bed, but usually he can cross his legs and go back to sleep.

He tries doing just that, crossing his legs at the thigh and tucking one of his feet behind the opposite calf.

It works for a moment. The urgent signals his bladder had been sending quiet as he stills, leaning his face against Shinsou’s neck and sucking up his body heat. He mourns his ability to curl up against Shinsou’s side, but he knows it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t squish his bladder by doing so.

It doesn’t take that long for him to fall back asleep. His dreams are a plethora of pee dreams, passing by images of a relief his waking body needs but only his dreaming one gets.

Kaminari dreams that he wets himself on a public bus, though it’s empty when he looks up. The stream keeps going until it spills over onto the floor and splatters against it, ringing out loudly in the otherwise silent space. There seems to be an unending amount of liquid stored up inside him. No matter how much he expels, it never brings a hint of relief with it.

Suddenly, he looks down and it’s no longer a bus seat underneath him but a port-a-potty. He grimaces, but his bladder gives an unhelpful pulse as he stares at it. Resigning to his fate, he pushes his pants down and awkwardly bends forward to hover. Just like the bus, even though the stream starts and pushes out of him like someone turned a bathtub faucet on, none of it brings relief.

The scenery shifts again, and it’s a bathroom he immediately recognizes. It’s the one at Aizawa and Hizashi’s cafe, the one Shinsou had just gotten back from working at. He spots the stupid kitty posters lining the wall that Shinsou had picked out as a child.

Hizashi had told Kaminari about it, how they’d foreseen issues and a lot of bumps in the road that are understandable when raising a child with Shinsou’s background. Yet somehow, they’d never seen potty training on the list of things that Shinsou would be behind in, and had to get all kinds of things that would calm him down enough to let him go.

It wasn’t even fun to make fun of Shinsou for it, because he takes everything in stride. He just shrugged at the stories and agreed with them quietly.

Kaminari knows this bathroom and he feels safe in it, so surely he’ll be able to go now, right? He once again yanks his pants down with urgency of a pregnant woman with three babies using her bladder as a trampoline, and sits down just as quickly.

He waits, but this time a stream doesn’t even come. The other instances of bathroom breaks hadn’t been relieving, but at least there’d been something. The worst part is, he can feel his muscles relaxing to let it out, but it still won’t come. Some internal thing that’s clogging up all the liquid inside him.

Frustrated, Kaminari lets out a quiet sob as he pushes down on his muscles, willing that blockage to go away. It takes a minute, but it finally does and he can feel the stream start for real.

Which is exactly when he wakes up and his eyes fling open. He doesn’t have time to assess the damage before he squeezes his muscles, stopping the stream - thankfully a small trickle thanks to his potty training and his brain realizing that this isn’t a proper place to relieve himself - and ripping off the blankets to run to the bathroom. He barely has enough brain power to grab his phone before he takes off running.

He uses the hand that isn’t holding the phone to help himself hold as he makes a dash for their upstairs bathroom. Kaminari is in too much of a rush to take Shinsou into consideration, slamming the door shut behind him. His bladder spasms at the sight of the toilet, and he squeezes his eyes shut and dances in place to keep himself in control.

He uses what little control he has left to step into the bathtub, and he throws his phone onto a soap bar. It’s not the best angle, but it’s all he has to work with right now and Shinsou can fix it later.

He barely has time to press record before some liquid slips past his muscles and fingers, sliding down his thigh without his consent. Kaminari whimpers pitifully and bends forward at the waist as he makes a show of grabbing himself. Panting with the effort, Kaminari does his best to put on a few seconds of a desperate show before he knows he’s been beat.

Some of the liquid gushes out of him, and Kaminari gasps.

“No, no, no,” he whines quietly, as it all slips past his fingers.

He moans and sobs at the relief, finally getting that feeling that his dreams robbed him of. His boxers stick to his thighs, and spill the liquid past its fabric in unashamed patterns as Kaminari empties himself on the shower floor.

“ God , does it feel good,” he moans, senses coming back to him.

He spreads his legs and pushes on his bladder with his hand, and down with his muscles to get the last of the stream out. He groans in relief as his bladder spasms around nothing.

He lets out a few, admittedly overdramatic, huffs of relief before leaning forward and turning the camera off.

He’s in the process of peeling his wet clothes away from his thigh as he hears Shinsou call through the door, “Are you done? I have towels for you, and a plastic bag to put your underwear in.”

“I love you,” Kaminari says, instead of answering.

He hears Shinsou’s laughter from the other side of the door, and considers it a win. Kaminari starts the shower, and Shinsou sneaks in to take his wet clothes and leave him new ones.

“I love you, too,” Shinsou says, from the other side of the shower curtain. “Even if you nearly pissed our bed tonight.”

Kaminari feels his cheek heat up under his hand as he washes his face.

“But I didn’t!” he says, and then, meeker, “Did I?”

“No, but from the wet spot on the floor, I’m guessing it was quite the close call.”

Kaminari, wisely, decides not to grace that with a response.

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