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Im too embarrassed to dm you but i wanted to apologize 😭 i'm the one that uploaded that fic and genuinely i'm sorry. I saw it like at 2 am in my google docs and i genuinely forgot i had it. I did it in like early 2022 when i was 15 or 16 (WAY too young to be reading such things ik, didnt have an AO3 account back then) and did it as like an inside joke with friends. I didnt publish it back then and my friends from back then knew your fic too. It sounds stupid i know but i genuinely forgot that i just changed things around in your fic and i shouldve checked before i uploaded it. I deleted it immediately once I saw your message and I really am sorry. I'm thankful that you wrote the message to me that early because I think I would've been even more embarrassed the longer it would've stayed up. Again i'm so terribly sorry for this, I deleted it on AO3 and on my docs too 😭

No worries! No harm done, and thank you for taking it down. :) I hope you have a good day!

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Hi! I don’t know if you’re still active, but someone reposted your Too Much Tea fic; they changed the names and made a few minor edits but for the most part it’s the exact same fic and wording. Just thought you’d want to know in case you want to do anything about it. Thanks!

Hello friend, I also answered what I assume was your comment on the actual fic on ao3, but thanks a bunch for bringing this to my attention. Figured I'd hop on here to state that in case anyone else finds something that seems like my writing (or is straight plagiarism like this case) that it's not me - I will only ever post my omo writing under the sennalee(e) name.

That being said, I am hopping on to say that and hopping back off again because life be life-ing and I'm not sure I'll ever be truly coming back to this blog. I can barely figure out tumblr anymore after being gone so long, lol, I straight up can't even figure out where to see who is following me? And the menu is on the left now? Last time I was here it was definitely on the right side of the screen lol I probably sound crazy if it switched years ago.

For anyone who actually is still following me from when I was active and is curious, quick update: I'm married, have a child, and am now on my third job after graduating. Like I said, life be life-ing. Or lifing. Both of those spellings look stupid, which I guess makes sense since they are not actual words.

Anyway. Hope anyone who is reading this is doing well. Maybe someday I'll come back, but probably not. I'm not really in most of the fandoms I used to write about and don't have much time to get into new ones tbh. A Big Girl Job and being a mother kind of take up all your time. I will say that I have been into Kingdom Come Deliverance 2 lately, which has given me a bit of a writing bug - though more for just generic fic (Hansry obvi, ifykyk) than omo, so idk. I only mention it because it's the closest I've come to writing since graduating. Professions can be soul sucking, even if they're a dream come true. (The new job's giving me hope that things can be okay though and I don't actually have to give my entire mind, body, and soul to my job. It's a nice change after the past two years of absolute hell.)

I'm rambling and I doubt anyone really cares, lol. Moreso again just wanted to address the weird plagiarism thing (because what the heck is that about, eh?) (and thank you, dear anon, again for letting me know) and give a brief life update so this can sit at the top of my tumblr for anyone wondering if I'm still around. I do still occasionally get messages asking if I'm around and making requests (which go to my email, hence how I saw and responded to this one), and I do appreciate all the love and support I received for this blog back in the day. <3 Peace out, friendos.

(I'm fucking editing this to add - this was my goddamn fucking 100th post. The absolute poetry. Okay, NOW I'm out.)

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okay i have a vaguely omo-ish story that I am going to put here because it’s not like I can tell anyone else and honestly it is causing me to wonder What Actually Is My Life. (Also I’m not officially “back” sorry no new fics or anything. Working ten hour days does not do much for my overall energy level, ahaha BUT I do love my job so I’m not complaining!! <3)

so I’ve started dating this guy after literal years of being single. This was, like, the third time we’d seen each other and I am crap at making conversation, so I asked something along the lines of “tell me something totally random about yourself” and gave an example story of my own of a silly prank that was played on me in college. LIke, totally innocent, not kinky, and not even an embarrassing secret which is why I don’t know what to make of this answer??? I’m probably looking too much into it, but I freaking swear to god, he was thinking about what to tell me for like 5 minutes and when he finally does, he tells me he wet the bed until he was <insert age here> (I ain’t here to out him like that regardless of how anonymous both of us are in this setting) and I”m just sitting there like have I been #exposed or is this what normal people talk about what is happening?????????

I just kind of laughed it off and played it as ‘well at least the problem went away lol??’ and the subject changed but wtf seriously do normal people just bring up their bedwetting pasts when their dates ask for a random story? Not that I’m judging obviously but the level of straight-faced I had to go not to reveal myself was insane. Doesn’t help that I cannot lie for my life which is kind of why I had to try to change the subject real quick but oh my god.

(Also helped that at least I’m not really into bedwetting itself as an omo trope, lol, but the relation to omo can’t be ignored. seriously guys the fear of god entered me in that moment.)

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Todoroki headcanons? uwu

Anon I am so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long!! Anyway onto prince Todo <3

- As far as bladder size goes, he has kind of average capacity--but as far as holding ability goes, he’s a fucking champ

- Long training sessions with his dad have kind of trained him to hold out on his most basic physical needs--nutrition, rest, and of course breaks to go to the bathroom. The only thing his dad allowed him to do was take breaks for water, since it was fast and seemed necessary for creating ice and staying hydrated

- Back when his father began making him train, about at the age of four, he was barely finished with potty training and still had a weak, hair-trigger bladder. Because of this, he used to wet himself a lot during practices, and Rei, Fuyumi, or Natsuo (or Touya) would have to rescue him from the training room and clean him up in the bathroom

- The more he trained with his dad, the better he got at controlling his bladder. By the time he enrolls in UA, he could probably hold it for eight or nine hours if absolutely necessary (and he still makes a point of staying hydrated)

- He doesn’t actually know where the bathrooms are for a couple months after he joins UA and so he ends up holding it throughout the whole day and the ride home. Even when he learns where they are, he’s a bit too awkward to excuse himself during class or from his friends at lunch, so he still ends up holding it

- This leads to a few too many close calls on his part--he often has to dash to the bathroom as soon as he gets home with barely enough time to drop his bag by the doorway and kick off his shoes

- When he does start to get desperate during class or on the train, he taps his foot against the ground or taps his fingers on his desk/lap/etc. He’s a tapper. If it’s getting more serious he’ll press his legs together and rub them back and forth--he can get away with crossing his legs “casually” when he’s standing up/leaning against something, but crossing his legs sitting down makes it abundantly clear that he needs to piss

- He never really lets himself moan or complain, but he will get very out of breath/huff and breathe heavily when he’s getting desperate, it’s one of the few ways his friends will (eventually) be able to tell that he needs to go

- His hands usually rest on his knees in fists, but sometimes when the pressure spikes he’ll let out a little gasp and reach down to squeeze himself through his pants. If anyone sees him do it he’ll turn bright red, but usually won’t be able to take his hand away at that point

- He has a bit of an aversion to peeing in places that aren’t bathrooms/toilets, so it’s never an option to go somewhere like in a bottle or behind a bush. It’s toilet or nothing, and usually he has to choose “nothing” for hours at a time even if it feels like he’s on the brink of exploding

- If/When he eventually wets himself, it may go one of two ways: A) he fights it as long as he can, but gives up once it’s clear that it’s going to happen either way. With one final surge of desperation, he starts completely soaking himself, and all he can do is stand there, letting his hands drop to his sides and pretending it doesn’t affect him at all. He does his best to keep his composure, even as people are staring at him, because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself further

- B) even as he’s wetting himself he’s struggling to stop it, because he’s been conditioned to never show weakness, and wetting himself is a pretty huge sign of weakness. So he fights it the whole time, clutching his crotch and whimpering in pain as piss escapes him jet by jet, even though it’s clear that he’s not going to get away dry

- If the second happens, he’ll probably end up crying, although he’ll try to hide it. He’s just so upset that he’d pissed himself as a teenager, and he can’t hide his embarrassment and frustration anymore. One of his friends, probably Midoriya, will have to come and comfort him and help him clean up/hide the evidence

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(Heyo, here’s a P5 Akira/Akechi omo fic that I wrote entirely for myself despite having a ridiculous number of requests for different things please don’t kill me. ;~; I have a HUGE note regarding my thoughts about timeline, my opinions on these characters and their relationship, and other things, but it was such a Long Explanation that I didn’t want it at the beginning of the fic. If that’s something that interests you, please scroll all the way to the bottom of the fic for that!

Short version with the most important stuff: This ain’t a shippy fic, but I do ship Akechi/Protagonist and like Akechi as a character despite him being a villain. Based on timeline, Akechi is suspicious Akira is a Phantom Thief but doesn’t know for sure, and Akira hasn’t yet figured out that Akechi knows about the metaverse and is a persona user (probs takes place between Kuneshiro’s and Futaba’s palaces, but exact date doesn’t really matter). There are no spoilers for P5 Royal in this fic.

Also gotta admit this is 100% self-indulgent nonsense, so if you're looking for something Deep and unquestionably In Character, this probably ain't it. Honestly, I just wanted to get back onto the writing train, and doing something entirely for myself was the best way to do that lololol. (also upon rereading this to edit, I realize that Akechi is entirely ooc whoops please just accept this for what it is because I don’t want to rewrite it when it’s literally a kink fic)

This fic was inspired by this post.

Fic contains omorashi. Also a note that this is somewhat different from my usual stuff in that there’s a lot more focus on the relief than the desperation, which I blame on point of view. Anyway. I’ll stop talking now and let you get to the actual fic lol.

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“Oh, you're back.” Sojiro's usual drawl as he stood behind the counter was expected. What was not so expected was the detective prince seated primly at said counter, an empty mug in front of him and a book held open by his gloved hands.

“Out a bit late today, eh? I'll leave closing the store to you then,” Sojiro said without waiting for a reply, replacing his apron with his jacket and giving Akira a short wave as he headed out. There weren't any other customers, and Akira really had been out late – Ryuji had wanted to train, and afterwards Akira had run into Ann when he’d made a stop in Shibuya’s underground mall. Glancing at his phone, he noted that it was technically past closing time already, and was surprised Sojiro hadn't given him more of a talking-to, not to mention he hadn't said so much as a word about Akechi having to leave Leblanc.

Speaking of Akechi ...

Akira flipped the sign to 'closed,' not wanting to risk having to deal with any more late customers wandering in.

“Come here often?” he joked, pleased when Akechi rolled his eyes and closed the book, setting it aside.

“Good evening, Kurusu-kun. You're back much later than usual today.”

Shrugging, Akira dropped his schoolbag on a booth, only giving Morgana a cursory glance as he hopped out of said bag and stalked up the stairs, throwing a disapproving glare over his shoulder. Akira went behind the counter to grab Akechi's mug, giving the inside a quick look, deeming it clean enough before refilling it with what he knew was Akechi's favored coffee blend.

“Yeah, one of my friends likes running, so I offered to run with him. My other friend likes talking, and I ran into her on the way home.” Akira put the now-full mug back in front of Akechi with an exaggerated bow before going about preparing a coffee for himself.

“Ah, isn't it past closing? I did want to talk with you today, but I'm sure you have more important things to be doing,” Akechi said, even as he rose from his seat, grabbing his briefcase from where it was set on the chair next to him.

“Don't worry; if Sojiro wanted you gone, he would've said. Stay as long as you like. Besides, I just refilled your coffee – be a bit rude if you rushed off now.” Akira gave Akechi a narrow-eyed smirk, just daring him to do something deemed 'rude.'

“As long as I'm not causing you any inconvenience,” Akechi said slowly, though he made no move to sit back down. “If you'll excuse me, I'm going to use the restroom, and then we can talk as long as you'd like.”

“Oh, wait, sorry,” Akira said. “Toilet's out of order currently. Sojiro promised me he'd get a plumber in sometime tomorrow.”

Akechi stopped from where he was halfway to the restroom, turning abruptly toward Akira with a single eyebrow raised. “Kurusu, don't you live here?”

“There's a public bathhouse across the street,” Akira shrugged. “Works well enough for emergencies. Otherwise I'm usually only here to sleep anyway.” Watching as Akechi's eyes darted for the slightest of moments toward Leblanc's exit, Akira continued, “I can walk you over there if you need?”

“No, that won't be necessary,” Akechi was quick to answer, returning to his chair and immediately reaching for his coffee, taking a long drink.

“Suit yourself. It's no problem.”

“I can assure you there is no need.”

Holding back an exasperated sigh, Akira instead walked around the counter and very deliberately moved Akechi's briefcase off of its chair and onto the booth next to Akira's own bag, ignoring Akechi's token protest. Plopping down in the now vacated chair, Akira folded his hands around his own coffee cup and smiled at Akechi. “So, Akechi-kun, what is it you wanted to discuss today?”

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It had stayed in the back of his mind throughout the rest of the evening and later into the night. Sure, Akechi hadn't mentioned the restroom again, but there were the tiniest of tells – he was crossing and uncrossing his legs just a tad more than he would normally, he was twitching his foot up and down whereas he tended to sit completely still, it was taking him a good hour to get through this third cup of coffee when he could usually down them in no more than thirty minutes, even while talking to Akira throughout.

Akira wasn't focusing on Akechi's sure need of the restroom. It was more a curiosity, wondering why he didn't just give in and use the toilet in the bathhouse when obviously Akira was aware he'd needed to go for some time, but Akechi was nothing if not stubborn.

They jumped from topic to topic throughout the night: What restaurants Akechi had visited recently, what Akira had been doing with his friends, how both of them were doing in school, plans for the upcoming summer break, and of course, the all-consuming topic of the Phantom Thieves. Granted, as soon as Akechi started asking the more probing questions, Akira redirected toward Akechi's more recent interviews, charmed to watch Akechi scowl for just a moment before plastering that pleasant grin back on.

Akechi didn't stumble or stutter or lose track of his words. He kept sipping on his coffee, albeit at a slower pace, while Akira watched on.

It felt like no time at all before Akechi glanced at his phone and gave a start. “Ah, it's getting quite late! I really must get to the station before the trains stop for the night. Thank you for indulging me, Kurusu-kun.”

“Pfft, how many times have I told you not to thank me? I like talking to you, idiot.”

“No need to be rude,” Akechi softened his scolding with a smirk, eyes sharp as they looked up at Akira from under his bangs.

“Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you by walking you to the station.”

“Thank you, but that's really not necessary,” Akechi was quick to say.

“It is -” Akira stopped to dramatically pull his phone out of his pocket to check the time, “- 11:47 at night. As safe as Yongen-Jaya is, I refuse to give up on chivalry and stay here while the Detective Prince himself walks alone to the train station.”

“If you insist. I suppose it wouldn't exactly be 'princely' of me to argue.” Akechi's smile was more obviously forced than Akira had seen before, and he could swear he saw Akechi's left eye twitch before he turned toward the door and made his way toward it.

“Hey, Akechi?”

“Yes? I don't want to miss the last train, Kurusu,” Akechi said.

“Yeah, I know. I only thought that you wouldn't want to forget your briefcase.”

Akira took great humor in watching how quickly Akechi's back straightened, arms stiffening at his sides in what Akira assumed was embarrassment.

“Of course. Thank you, Kurusu-kun.”

Carefully locking Leblanc's door behind him, Akira smirked to himself when he realized Akechi had already started making his way toward the station without him. His gait was no faster than usual, and Akira doubted he would've known anything was wrong without his much earlier clue.

“Hey, wait up! The station's not even a five minute walk away. I promise you're not going to miss your train,” Akira called, jogging a few steps to catch up.

“My apologies. I simply don't want to risk the possibility of becoming stranded here overnight. After all, it would do nothing for my reputation if it were to come out that I spent the night in a Yongen train station.”

“Don't be ridiculous. If you miss the train, you're coming back to Leblanc.”

Akechi looked over in shock at that, eyes wide and mouth open as if he were about to retort, yet no words came.

“I don't know why you're so surprised. What sort of friend would I be leaving you to fend for yourself? You wound me, Akechi, truly.” Akira clutched at his chest, dramatically throwing his head back in faux-distress.

“Be serious,” Akechi scowled, continuing his steady march toward the station.

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The last train for Shibuya left Yongen at midnight exactly. The big clock on the station wall informed them that it was currently 11:56.

Gesturing toward this clock, Akira said, “See, plenty of time to make your train. I can't believe you doubted me.”

“Yes, wonderful job, you correctly estimated the amount of time it takes to walk from your own home to the train station you frequent.”

“No need for sarcasm. A simple 'thank you' will suffice just fine.”

“Oh, thank you, my hero, Kurusu Akira. Now that I'm at the train station, I assure you I'll be able to make it to Shibuya on my own. No need for you to stay with me.”

“Come on, Akechi, it's only four minutes. I'm convinced you want to be rid of me.”

“Four minutes...” Akechi looked at the clock before looking down at the floor for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. He glanced once more at the clock, once toward the train tracks, then before Akira even knew what was happening, Akechi was off like a shot. He wasn't quite running, but his long strides were moving him through the station at an impressive pace.

Akira took only a moment to watch after him in shock before taking off at a swift jog to catch up with him.

“Akechi, what—”

“Please excuse me, Kurusu-kun,” Akechi said in a strained voice before abruptly pushing through a door. Akira, still chasing after him, entered right behind.

He shouldn't have been surprised to be faced with a restroom. It was small with only a toilet and a sink with no actual stalls, likely due to the Yongen-Jaya station itself not servicing too large of a crowd on the daily. Sure, he shouldn't have been surprised – Akechi had made clear his need for a restroom literal hours ago, and he'd had three cups of coffee since then, but Akira still couldn't wrap his head around Akechi being so desperate as to run away from him to get to a bathroom. Sure, there had been small tells throughout the night – just that much more fidgeting, that much more tightness in his facial expressions, but if Akira hadn't been looking for these things, he certainly wouldn’t have noticed them.

As it was, Akechi wasn't even bothering to wait for Akira to leave, instead dropping his briefcase on the floor and working on undoing his pants even as he was still walking toward the toilet.

There was no way he was unaware Akira had followed him into the bathroom. Apparently, his desperation was so great that he simply didn't care. Akira would've left. He wished he could've left, but as Akechi would've been in direct view of the door had Akira opened it, he didn't dare, instead reaching over and locking the door to prevent anyone else from bursting in.

Looking away would've been, at that point, the correct thing to do. However, the situation itself was so bizarre that Akira felt frozen in place. Frozen and staring as Akechi managed to pull himself out, already obviously dripping even before he managed to aim at the toilet. He was biting his lip and Akira could see, even from across the room, that Akechi's hands were trembling as he aimed and then he was peeing and wow Akira didn't want to be impressed, especially in what was clearly supposed to be a private moment, but the force of the stream was like a goddamned firehose.

The immediate relief was obvious on Akechi's face, his expression relaxing for the first time all night. His eyes drifted closed and his mouth went slack as he let out tiny sighs and cut off moans.

Akira was still frozen, staring, unable to pull his eyes away from the blissful relief apparent on Akechi's face. He could feel his own face flaming in a blush. The sounds alone would've been embarrassing enough, the harsh splashing and the sighing that was only slightly quieter now that Akechi was biting his bottom lip.

To Akira, the moment lasted eons. It seemed neverending in both the worst and best of ways, but truly it couldn't have been longer than a minute when the force of Akechi's stream finally began to wane, the liquid exiting slower and slower until it tapered to a stop. Akechi had turned his face away now, as he tucked himself back into his pants, flushed the toilet, and strode to the sink, taking his time washing his hands and decidedly not meeting Akira's gaze in the mirror. Not that Akira wanted to. At least, he didn't think he did. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to meet Akechi's eyes again after that display.

Once finished washing up, Akechi stayed facing away from Akira.

“You can leave now, Kurusu.” Akira had expected his tone to be darker, angrier, but all he could hear was a bone-deep exhaustion mixed with … was that sadness? Embarrassment? Disgust?

Unfortunately, reacting to unexpected situations such as this was not Akira's forte.

“Uhhh. Wow. that looked like it felt good.” Great, Akira, shove your foot right into your mouth, amazing job there.

“Please just go,” Akechi groaned, covering his face with both hands.

“So actually … You know how Leblanc's toilet is out of order?”

“...Obviously.”

“I definitely have to go now. Mostly out of sympathy for you, but—”

“Would you—ugh,” Akechi growled, face still buried in his palms. “Fine. Fine. I will be the one to leave.” Akechi spun around and all but leaped toward his bag, holding it very conspicuously in front of his crotch as soon as he grabbed it, but it was too late. Akira had definitely seen a small dark patch just to the right of Akechi's zipper, made all the more obvious by the light tan color of Akechi's pants. He strode to the door, trying to yank it open and quickly realized that it was, in fact, locked.

Akira choked on a laugh, the ridiculousness of the past five minutes fully catching up to him. He desperately hoped Akechi hadn't noticed – laughing at him was the worst way of getting Akechi to keep spending time with him, Akira knew. Thankfully, if Akechi had noticed, he didn't acknowledge it as he unlocked the door and let himself out at last.

It only took Akira himself a few minutes to finish in the restroom, even though he took his time, knowing that Akechi had surely left for Shibuya already. So, it was to Akira's immense surprise when he left the bathroom only to see a familiar figure sitting against the wall, knees pulled to his chest with his head pressed into them.

“Akechi?”

“... I may have missed the last train.”

Akira glanced at the clock. 12:08. Apparently Akechi getting his relief did take as long as it seemed...

"At least you already have a back-up plan,” Akira said, grabbing Akechi's briefcase before offering him a hand up. Lifting his head, Akechi fixed him with a glare.

“And if I refuse?”

“You won't refuse. Besides, there's a laundromat right next to that bathhouse I mentioned earlier. I'll throw in your pants for you so you won't have to travel with a stain tomorrow.”

“Would you shut up?” Akechi hissed, but he seemed too tired to put any true venom behind his words.

“Come on, I'll lend you my spare pajamas.”

Without another word, Akechi finally took Akira's hand and rose to his feet.

“I will warn you, Morgana may act very offended by you staying the night.”

“I'll be sure to apologize to him for invading his space then,” Akechi murmured as the two boys left the station and began retracing their earlier path walking side by side.

Akira snorted and bumped his shoulder gently against Akechi's. “Hey, if Morgana wants to stay with me, he's going to have to get used to you being around.”

Akechi's breath caught and he didn't answer, though a quick glance over revealed his cheeks dusted light pink.

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An hour later found Akira and Akechi both finally ready to sleep after having made a late-night laundry run and settled onto the bed and couch respectively. Morgana, surprisingly, had already been fast asleep when the boys arrived and they were respectful and quiet so as not to disturb him. Akira was sure he'd get an earful about his unexpected guest tomorrow, but at the moment, he wasn't in the mood for a lecture.

“Sleep well, Akechi. And please, if you have to use the restroom during the night, don't hesitate to wake me. It's no trouble to show you to the bathhouse,” Akira said, only partly doing so to push Akechi's buttons.

He could swear he could hear the blush in Akechi's words as he replied, “Thank you, Kurusu-kun. I'll be sure to do so.”

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(K, so here’s the super long note I promised at the beginning of this fic. I copy/pasted verbatim from how I had originally written it, so if things seem redundant, whoops sorry.

Full disclosure: I am a die-hard Akechi/Protag shipper and I will not apologize for that. I don't think I made this shippy at all, but I know Akechi is a polarizing character, so I want to make y'all aware that it was a dirty Akechi stan who wrote this. I just think he's an interesting character and I am very sympathetic to him okay don't judge meeeeee. I couldn't remember exactly when Akechi first started going to Leblanc in the actual game, so the timeline is kind of skirted around, but I imagine this to take place after Makoto joins the team but before Futaba contacts them. I know, I know, no one cares about The Lore on a kink fic, but it makes me happy to think about it, and it is also more important in this case because of the following:

The way Akira and Akechi act toward each other is heavily based off of where they are in the timeline + how I interpret canon events (I refuse to say headcanons because I can defend why I think this). Basically, I feel there's strong evidence that despite suspecting Akira to be a Phantom Thief, Akechi didn't truly know he was until Okumura's palace. I also feel that there is even stronger evidence that Akira and Morgana didn't realize Akechi was a persona user until the school fair event that occurred after Okumura's palace. Yes, the event that allowed them to figure this out happens significantly earlier, but there's nothing pointing toward either of them actually figuring it out until the school fair. Please keep this in mind when reading, as this 'headcanon' of mine definitely affects how I write them interacting with each other. I realize that may be confusing, since I think there's some discrepancy as far as interpretation goes around these events and when they truly happened, but this is how I interpreted the game.

Also in regards to the very ending of this fic: Didn’t add this part in because it would’ve dragged for really no reason, but my thoughts on what happens the next morning is that Akechi is naturally an early riser and gets up earlier than both Morgana and Akira and sneaks out so he doesn’t have to face Akira again, which is how we can skirt around the little issue of ‘Akechi can understand Morgana talking.’ Sojiro is definitely in Leblanc already when Akechi leaves. There is awkward eye contact, but neither of them say anything, and Sojiro vows to never bring it up to Akira. (He definitely brings it up to Akira later that same day.))

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I’ve talked about this a hundred times on this blog already because I love this trope, but-

Characters who don’t let on how desperate they are, but once they do get to pee (bathroom, some kind of emergency option like an alley, outside etc.) their act of feigned indifference falls apart like shattered glass. The other characters make note of their erratic breathing and disheveled look, how their stream comes out with force the instant they get into position, and goes on for what seems like forever, how positively wrecked they are with relief and exhaustion, and how badly they must’ve needed to go to even get to that point. 

And then, of course, the comments. Even just the innocent “You okay?” one, that seems ironic to the person being asked because aside from embarrassment, they’ve probably never been more okay. The “I didn’t know you had to go that bad.” and “You should’ve said something.” that only adds to the awkwardness.

Of course, denial will get them nowhere, no matter how ashamed they might be. Everyone knows how bad they had to go and what a close call it was, and whether they’re amused or concerned, they will not let them live that down.

Alternatively: Characters just commenting on other characters’ peeing and embarrassing the hell out of them, whether or not they were desperate. Like, how loud they are, their aim, the kind of expression they make, the little shivers, and of course the classic “Are you still not finished? What the hell?”

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HEYO FRIENDOS guess who frick fracking graduated it me. I’m a doctor now whoot can you believe it. Pretty anticlimactic, but ya know. Hard to make something like this climactic when there was no actual ceremony lol.

In other news: I’ve been playing P/5 Ro/yal basically nonstop since I’ve had so much free time, and it has really ignited the writing bug in me, so expect me to actually post something (hopefully!!) within the next month. I have everything plotted out, but have to actually, you know, sit down and write it, and I have a lot of stuff I have to get done before I”ll have the time to do that. BUT I promise it’ll be written and posted relatively soon!

And sorry it won’t be something that was requested (since I still have I think over 20 messages just sitting in my inbox because I’m slow as hECK), but considering I have been in a writing block for, like, a year or more now, I’m going to take what I can get, lol.

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Rambling nonsense under the cut, as per usual. Sorry for using this tumblr as my Feelings(TM) dump every 6-9 months, lol.

Sorry to randomly pop in, but found out today that because of the whole coronavirus thing, my graduation ceremony is canceled. Granted, it’s still questionable whether I’ll even be able to graduate on time, but regardless... I didn’t think I cared about this, since the ceremony itself to me was always more for my family than for me. I don’t like the idea of being paraded across a stage and having to pay $50 to borrow some stupid robe to do it when I can receive my diploma just fine through the mail, but it literally just hit me that because of this, I’ll likely never see the majority of my classmates ever again.

I spent 3 years in a classroom with this group of people. We’ve all gone through what was likely the hardest 4 years of most of our lives together, and now suddenly because of all the quarantines and social distancing and whatever it’s just. Over. Done. I’m moving to a different state once I graduate while all of my closest friends are staying here, so it’s honestly pretty likely I will literally never see them again and I didn’t think I would care that much because it’s not like I ever see my friends from high school and that’s fine, but I think the surprise and abruptness of it all is really getting to me.

Idk. Ignore me. Long story short I’m going to have a hell of a lot of free time unless something changes with the coronavirus so I might actually try to do some writing for once, since school isn’t letting me do fuck all right now. I never thought I’d be so frustrated to be given what equates to a free vacation, but I don’t appreciate that I’m sacrificing a decent education for it. I mean, I graduate in 2 months. I am going to be responsible for actual lives in 2 months, and I’m going to be sitting at home doing nothing presumably from now until then unless I get special permission and who knows if that’ll happen because I already received special permission once and had it pulled out from under me.

I’m rambling. I’m sorry. Tbh I don’t even know if I’m truly going to be coming back, since I still have to actually find a job for after graduation, and I’m leaving the School Area to stay with my parents until either the school lets us come back or decides we can graduate without coming back at all. I know everything sucks for everyone in the USA (and lots of places outside of it, but I can only speak from what I am experiencing personally) and I have no right to complain, but god does this entire thing suck.

[sennaleee]

this ain’t omo but I have a lot of random things to say and no Friends(tm) to say them to, so here’s an info dump/update on my Super Exciting life. Read the tags for a summary I suppose. Also this is really long so sorry. Kudos to anyone who reads all of it, lol.

So y’all know (unless you’re a newer follower, I guess) that the reason I’m MIA basically all the time is because I’m in school. I’m in my last year currently, and while it is absolutely the best year so far, it’s also super isolating. Every 2 weeks I’m doing something different and dealing with different people, and while this is absolutely the greatest thing in the world for me (I tend to get annoyed being around the same people 24/7, which is why the first three years of grad school were probably such a nightmare, haha), it’s also cementing how much of an outcast I am in my class. Like, most people are super nice, and I like getting to know people I haven’t had a chance to talk to much over the time here (my class is essentially high school with how many cliques there are, I stg it’s ridiculous we’re all 23+ years old and have a “don’t sit with us” attitude), but there are also random instances where someone I considered a friend is actually kind of a bitch and acts in a way that makes it very obvious that me speaking in her presence is the worst part of the day.

There are also people I have to work with who are legit working in my school - they are getting PAID to help teach me - and they very clearly do not want students around, which is so frustrating. I got a bad grade for one of my 2 week classes just because I wouldn’t take shit from them and stood up for myself. I was literally graded on my personality and was done so in a way that my feedback contradicted itself so like how could it even be trusted? This probably makes no sense. I’m trying to be somewhat vague and it’s just making everything confusing sorry. >.<

And then there’s the random superior who just does not give a frick about your time and thinks that what they want should be your #1 priority, but you’re also doing things for 3 other superiors simultaneously that are more time sensitive than what the first superior wants and then you lose an ENTIRE LETTER GRADE for that class because you “didn’t ask for help when you were overwhelmed” except for the fact that I DID ask for help from the first superior and was promptly shut down because she “has her own things to do.” God, I’m bitter.

I have all this stuff to complain about, but I have to emphasize that I am seriously having the time of my life. Some classes are better than others, but this year is for working out what we want for our future, and if nothing else, the classes I hate are helping me learn not to go into those specialties. And for every not-so-great mentor/superior, there are least 5 that are absolutely amazing, so there’s that. The bad ones are just the ones that stick in my head.

Despite being great though, everything is so mentally and emotionally draining. LIke, my recent class had a section where we had to handle parr/ots (yeah, if this doesn’t give away my school program, I don’t know what will...and yes I’m literally censoring the word ‘parr/ot’ don’t judge me.) and I was perfectly fine one minute and the second I’m just freaking sobbing over this bird and my partner is trying to draw blood from it and I can’t even see through my own tears so I had to make her stop and the instructor had to come over and try to calm me down and take the bird from me and I still don’t know why I cried? Literally the only thing I can think of is that maybe the bird was stressed and I somehow subconsciously realized that before I consciously did and my body’s way to get my attention was to just go “it is time to sob” and so I did. We did have to put that particular bird back immediately afterward because she was getting too warm, but normally I’m able to, you know, use my words to warn people about things like that instead of having an emotional breakdown out of nowhere.

Anyway. This is getting super long, and I also want to throw in - on a totally unrelated and very random note - that I saw It Cha/pter 2 today and I won’t spoil it but wow if anyone else wants to talk to me about that hit me up. I’ll probably be writing “normal” stuff about that for awhile because it made me angry and sad (and to think that I absolutely spoiled the entire thing for myself prior to even going to see it and that still wasn’t enough to keep me from crying in the theater, jfc I’m a disaster) and I don’t feel much of an urge to write omo for it but still want to write /something/ so I guess if anyone’s interested in reading that from me message me and I can let you know if I ever write it and post it somewhere.

K if you can believe it I actually had even more to say in regards to school and general social issues, but this is already hella long, so maybe I’ll come back to do another “Senn is a disaster” info dump in a few months or something.

Hope you all are doing well. <3

[sennaleee]

So time for Senna’s Random Backstory because I feel like posting something but don’t actually have any content written (though I am actively working on something!!! Yay!!).

I always feel like my childhood interest in omo was so weird compared to most, since a lot of people into omo always say that there were certain episodes of cartoons that they’d really like to watch because someone needed to pee or wet themself or something and oddly, I can’t remember that being the case for me at all? But I do have this really vivid memory of having a friend who lived down the street and we’d always play dolls together and for some reason, we played dolls this one time and decided that it would be fun if one of the dolls really had to pee and was running all over her neighborhood trying to find a toilet but couldn’t for some reason. I also think this plotline would randomly come up a lot, lol, but can’t think of any specific examples other than that one.

The weirdest thing about this too is that I’m fairly positive that I never made my dolls have to pee when I was playing by myself or with any other friends? It was only ever with that one friend and, as far as I remember, only when it was just the two of us (as opposed to having more friends playing with us). Like. Is it my childhood friend’s fault that I’m into omo now?

(Also on a sidenote, several years later (like the doll thing happened when we were 5-6, and this next bit happened when we were 10-11), I remember her telling me and this other girl this super random story about how she had to pee and couldn’t for some reason even though she was in her own house at the time and stretched this story out for ages and I’m pretty sure in hindsight that this girl also has to have had a piss kink like what else can explain that? Esp since I wasn’t the one playing that all my dolls had to pee except when I was in her presence, lol.)

Anyway, point of the story is that apparently I was an innocent kid and didn’t get into omo until later. I honestly don’t know how long I was into omo prior to realizing it was a thing and that I liked it, lol. I’d tell that story too (when I realized omo existed), but this post is already long enough.

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-sighs heavily- I suppose I should expect that at this point. I guess I’ll try to limit the length of stuff I post then so it doesn’t bother people having to scroll forever. :/

k I’ve tried like three different methods to put a cut in my most recent post and it literally will not happen, so sorry that’s clogging everyone’s dashes, omg. I don’t know why it’s not working correctly.

[sennaleee]

Honey, this blog is supposed to be a place where you relax and enjoy yourself. It's okay if you can't be here constantly or consistently. And if fans tell you otherwise- they can fuck off. We love you very much and will still come back even if you never post again. But as long as you love what you do on this blog, you should keep coming back to it. And if you stop loving what you do- it's okay to leave. Do what makes you happy.

Ahh, thank you. <3 This is really nice. I know you’re right - It’s just difficult to get it through my head, haha. I do still like writing, it just takes a lot out of me sometimes, since I’m honestly not a very creative person (which is why this blog basically lives off of prompts, lol), and haven’t had much time for fandom stuff at all lately, so I feel like I’m not as familiar with any of the characters I like anymore. :(

I’m just blubbering, sorry. Basically, thank you so much both for taking the time to send me this message and for the contents of the message itself. It was really lovely to read, and I’ll do my best to remember all you’ve said when I’m worried about not being around enough. <3

[sennaleee]

k I’ve tried like three different methods to put a cut in my most recent post and it literally will not happen, so sorry that’s clogging everyone’s dashes, omg. I don’t know why it’s not working correctly.

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bro your writing is so good? i love your p5 headcanons a lot and if you have any more of yusuke or any of the other characters and it's not too much to ask, i'd love to see a few! thanks!

Thank you! I’m so glad you like my writing. ;u; And I know you asked for Yusuke specifically, but since I already have a headcanon post (and quite a few fics) about him, I’m going to write about a few other characters. Hopefully that’s okay! I’ll go with Ryuji and Akechi, since those are the only male Phantom Thieves who I haven’t written headcanons about yet. :3

Sooo Ryuji first. Ryuji has pretty much no shame in admitting he has to pee, but he does try to downplay how badly he has to go. And if he’s in a situation where he knows finding a toilet would be literally impossible (i.e. in Mementos or a Palace or even something so simple as being in a residential area where he’d have to either pee outside or walk awhile to find a public bathroom), he chooses not to tell anyone that he has to go. He has a SUPER small bladder, which is not helped by the sheer amount of water he tends to drink. Staying well hydrated is a habit he gained when he was active on the track team that he never quite got rid of, but now that he’s not running as much, it becomes a much bigger problem when paired with his small bladder.

Speaking of running, back when he was on the track team, he definitely had regular accidents while running longer distances. Being uncomfortable due to a full bladder was no good for training or competing, so he’d rather let go of his pride and wet himself while running than risk losing a meet. (On a side note, while his teammates never picked on him for this (since all of the long distance runners had wet themselves at least once during a competition, so it wouldn’t be worth much to start making fun of their teammates), this was absolutely something Kamoshida latched onto to try to push Ryuji to become defensive during his stint in charge of the team. Ryuji never rose to take that particular bait, but he couldn’t help but become more shy regarding his small bladder and the needs that came with it.)

Akira and Anne are the only Phantom Thieves who are aware of Ryuji’s small bladder, and both try in their own way to help him keep out of situations where he’ll be uncomfortable or forced to wet himself. Granted, they found out in different ways – Anne has just known Ryuji for so long, that she thought he’d be comfortable with some light teasing from her when he was once so desperate while spending time with her that he’d had to choose between peeing in an abandoned alley or wetting himself. His subsequent embarrassment and anger alerted Anne immediately that that was a sore point, and they had a heart-to-heart regarding why Ryuji got so hurt by it. Of course, she never said another word about it, and is now a silent protector, shielding him from anyone else finding out about it.

Akira, on the other hand, doesn’t truly know… He only guessed based on the very subtle shifting of Ryuji’s hips and his tendency to pace the longer they’re in a Palace. At first, Akira thought that it was lack of patience, but simply being bored wouldn’t explain the ever-so-slight rise in the pitch of Ryuji’s voice once his pacing started up. It also wouldn’t match with how eager Ryuji always seemed to enter a given Palace – why would he want to fight shadows so badly if it only ever took an hour or two before he was tired enough of it to want to head home? This combined with Ryuji always being careful to use the toilet immediately before and after entering a Palace as well as his habit of guzzling several bottles of water a day clued Akira in. He’s never actually brought it up with Ryuji, not wanting to have such an awkward conversation, but he also keeps a sharp eye out for Ryuji’s desperation level so he can be sure never to push him too far while in a Palace.

 And Akechi, our prim and proper detective prince. He not only has a small bladder but is also INCREDIBLY bladder shy to the point that he will be physically unable to pee in a bathroom he’s not familiar with. This is not even to mention any “abnormal” locations – no, he is very particular about bathrooms, which is a constant source of stress for him. It also leads to him being pretty dehydrated most of the time, since he dreads the moment when he gets caught desperate somewhere and just doesn’t have enough time to get back to his little apartment to relieve himself and wets himself in public. Not only would it be beyond humiliating, but it would certainly destroy his reputation with the public beyond repair. So, he pretty much just doesn’t drink anything if he can help it. Certainly not healthy, but he cares a lot less about his health than his public appearance, so he feels it’s a worthy sacrifice.

This is also why he tends to leave LeBlanc so quickly after drinking his coffee every time he visits. Sure, he’s only there to keep an eye on Akira, but it would be mighty suspicious if he showed up and refused to order anything to drink. Unfortunately, coffee goes straight through him, so he starts to feel the effects in his bladder mere minutes after finishing a cup. He’d have so much more success spying on the Phantom Thieves if he could just force himself to use the bathroom in LeBlanc, but alas, no matter how many times he’s tried, he is too bladder shy and ends up having to rush back home.

(Akira did, of course, pick up on Akechi’s small bladder almost as quickly as he did Ryuji’s. If it hadn’t been for Akira trying to help Ryuji avoid being uncomfortable, he certainly would’ve acted a bit more sadistically with Akechi once he’d joined the Thieves, forcing them to stay in Sai’s Palace just a little bit longer or decide that they just have to make it through one more floor of Mementos just to make Akechi sweat a bit, but Akira couldn’t sacrifice Ryuji’s comfort and pride solely because he wanted to watch Akechi squirm.)

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Hello everybody. I am making this post in hopes that it will force me to hold myself in higher standards and actually write something this weekend, since as much as I miss this blog, life is so exhausting that even when I have spare time, I don’t have spare energy so there’s that.

On another note, hello, I am alive and reading and appreciating all messages/prompts being sent to me during this troubling (read: incredibly busy) time. I don’t deserve the level of interaction I am still somehow getting despite only being active every 6 months, and I can’t express how appreciative I am for it.

But guys. Less than a year before I graduate and will officially be a Professional in the Workforce (and y’all will have to call me Dr. Senn because that’ll be my title (but not my real name) hella) and while that might mean I’ll have more time in a year it might also mean I’ll never have time ever again so I need to make! the most! of this time of having less stuff to do! Because in a very short two weeks I will be dropped straight back into the hell that is 14+ hour days wherein I am literally making negative money for my services. It’s so fun being a professional student, my guys. -sobbing mathematically-

this post is a disaster. It’s past midnight and I should be sleeping but I am a glutton for punishment and for some reason having an easy two weeks means staying up past freaking midnight and then hating myself when I am inevitably exhausted every single morning, but you know what I have NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE TO DO this weekend, which again, is why I am making this post to try to get myself to write something and contribute to society. Knowing I have made a promise makes me significantly more likely to actually do the thing. I know how my brain works.

K see y’all tomorrow with at least one (1) piece of writing even if it’s only like a paragraph I will post something of substance so help me god.

[sennaleee]

Honestly personally Akira omo And Yusuke omo are both equally important so having focus on both is great. What if Akira was the one who got desperate for once during Mementos and Yusuke’s the only one who’s been through this enough at that point to figure out what’s wrong?

So, this is my second attempt at writing this. Initially, Iwas going to have the entire group on this Mementos trip (including Akechi!),but I am absolutely not used to writing that many characters together, andthings very quickly got away from me to the point that I’d just throw in a lineevery once in awhile about Akira’s suffering and then go right back to dialoguebetween other characters. So here’s attempt two, this time with significantlyless people involved.

This was after Yusuke joined the Thieves but before Makotojoined. Please forgive me any minor errors in regards to Mementos, since it’sbeen a good year since I’ve played this game and it would take me forever tolook up tiny details when we all know we’re just here for the omo anyway, soyeah.

(Also I may have made Morgana a bit moreannoying/antagonistic than he truly is in the game, but I needed someone toplay that role since I no longer had Akechi to do it, and Morgana was the onlyone out of the original Thieves who I could picture not immediately doingeverything they could to help a suffering Akira. (Also, tbh, Morgana is myleast favorite thief (sorry not sorry) so he gets to be mean in this one.)

Somehow, when Akira had woken up that morning, he hadn’tpictured the current situation to be what he would face later that day. He’dexpected this to be a normal day: Wake up, go to school, work a few hours atthe flower shop, come home and work a few more hours at Leblanc, make a fewlockpicks, then go to bed only to wake up and do it all again the next day. Animpromptu visit to Mementos wasn’t abnormal per se, but being dragged off byAnn and Ryuji the moment school ended to meet up with Yusuke wasn’t.

Yusuke himself was a new variable, the group still not quitesure what to make of him. He had proven himself loyal – not to mention atalented fighter – when they had stolen Madarame’s treasure, but beyond that,they hadn’t had much demonstration of his abilities. Ann and Morgana stillseemed a little wary of him thanks to the whole “nude portrait” debacle, evenafter he had proven that he wasn’t so much a creep as extremely awkward.

His current predicament wasn’t Yusuke’s fault, though. Neitherwas it Ryuji’s, Ann’s, or Morgana’s. No, Akira was well aware that no one buthimself was to blame for the distracting pressure in his lower abdomen. He wasat fault that every bump Morgana drove over, every shadow he hit, every abruptstop he made was making the ache of his bladder sharper and stronger.

Honestly, Akira was a bit surprised this was the first timehe’d found himself desperate in Mementos, or even a Palace. His revulsion whenit came to public bathrooms had been something he’d been dealing with since hewas a kid, and desperate situations really did come with the territory. Hesupposed now, with so much on the line, he was able to push aside his disgustat a public bathroom for the sake of knowing distractions could be the literaldifference between life and death in that other world.

All those other times though, there had been more of a plan. Akira had been able to carefully monitor his drink intake as comparedto what bathrooms were reasonably clean and which ones were to be avoided atall costs. Today though… Today, Ryuji and Ann had all but jumped him when hewas packing up his books, and once they were at the train station, Yusuke hadseemed so eager to get started that Akira hadn’t spared a second thought forhis bladder.

Ryuji and Ann were chatting quietly in the backseat of theMorgana Bus as Yusuke sat in the passenger seat. Akira was putting on a farceof driving the bus while Morgana really did most of the work.

“How far does Mementos go?” Yusuke asked suddenly, staring outthe window rather than looking at Akira.

“Don’t know,” Akira said, happy for the distraction from hiscurrent plight. “It blocks us from going deeper at certain points.”

“Mementos itself blocks you?”

“We think so. It doesn’t seem like there’s any one personcontrolling it.”

“Mementos truly is alive…”

The conversation was abruptly cut off by Morgana slammingheadfirst into a shadow, the smoky black figure exploding immediately into agroup of four Pixies.

“Let’s go!” Ryuji called, leaping from the bus. Yusuke andAnn followed close behind, but Akira had to take a moment while their backswere turned to take a deep breath, pressing a hand lightly to his stomach tofeel the bulge of his bladder, thankfully well hidden by his clothing.

“Joker? What’s the hold up?” Morgana’s voice seemed to comefrom all around him.

“Everything’s fine, Mona. I’m just a little tired.”

“I keep telling you about the importance of a good night’ssleep, but do you ever listen?”

Grumbling, Akira chose to ignore Morgana for the moment andinstead stumble out of the bus and toward the rest of the Thieves.

“What’s the plan?” Ann asked him once he had joined thegroup surrounding the Pixies.

“They’re weak to… umm…” Akira wracked his brain. He hadthis persona. Pixie had been one of the first he’d been able to control, butevery throb of his bladder scrambled his thoughts further until nothing was inhis mind other than pain discomfort need to pee now.

“Ice,” Yusuke piped up. “My attacks did quite well againstthe Pixies we fought up a few floors. May I?”

“Yeah, knock yourself out,” Akira breathed, trying to keephimself from bouncing on his heels in too suspicious of a manner.

Just like that, a few well-aimed Bufu attacks eliminatedthree of the Pixies. Unfortunately, the fourth one was a bit more crafty thanher friends, and dodged Yusuke’s final attack. She took the group’s moment ofsurprise to her advantage, sending a bolt of lightning right for Akira.

The attack itself really shouldn’t have taken Akira down,what with Hua-Po the last persona he had used. The shock of the attack thoughzinged right through him and straight to his bladder, shaking the organ, liquidsloshing like the ocean in a storm. Akira fell to his knees, gripping the hilt of his swordlike his life depended on it as the tip of the blade pressed into the ground acted asthe only thing keeping him upright.

“Joker!” Ann was already running toward him while the twoboys were giving each other panicked looks.

“I’m fine! The shadow…”

A single shot from Ryuji’s gun was enough to take out thefinal Pixie, and the ringing in Akira’s ears from the gunshot hadn’t even fadedby the time he was  surrounded by the rest of the group.

“What happened?!”

“Where are you hurt?”

“Those Pixies weren’t that strong. How did she knock you down…?”

“Fox! Show some compassion!”

“No, he’s right. She took me by surprise, and I should’vebeen ready,” Akira said, using the strength of his sword to push himself backto his shaking legs.

“Maybe we should head home for the day,” Ann suggested.

“We can’t give up now! We have to be getting close to thenext barrier!” Morgana chipped in, having changed back to his cat form.

“How would you feel if our leader got knocked out becauseyou were too stubborn to turn back, huh?” Ryuji growled.

“You’re underestimating Joker! He’s more than strong enoughto keep going, unlike you, Skull. Weakling.”

“You’re one to talk, you dumb cat!”

“Would you two be quiet?!” Ann shouted. Her voice echoedthrough the twisted hallways in the silence that followed, and she let thisghost of her words die out before continuing. “Now. How about instead of this bickering, we let Joker tell us whether or not he’d like to continue.”

Akira looked over the group of his friends as all of themlooked expectantly back. He took a moment to desperately hope that his cloakwas enough to cover the trembling of his legs, the bulge of his abdomen overhis waistband, the tenseness of his thighs as he pressed them together fromgroin to knees.

“A-Are we really close to the next stopping point?” he askedMorgana.

“We must be with how many floors we’ve traveled today!”

“Okay. Let’s go a few more floors.”

“Can we compromise? Maybe if we haven’t reached the stoppingpoint after three more floors, we can go home for the day. It is getting quitelate, after all,” Yusuke said.

“Why stop then when we’re so close?” Morgana insisted.

“I think Fox is right.”

“Me too.”

“Popular vote agrees with me,” Yusuke said.

“This isn’t a democracy! Joker, it’s up to you again,”Morgana said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s a good compromise.”

“Fine!” Morgana threw his paws in the air before morphingback into his bus form. “Get in, then.”

Giving each other annoyed looks, Ann and Ryuji startedclimbing onto the bus. Yusuke, however, hung back.

Akira was shaking, fists clenched at his sides to keep themfrom grabbing at himself. His bladder was still throbbing, and he doubted itwould stop anytime soon, but he had an end in sight. Three more floors, thenthey could leave. Of course, that would mean they’d have to go back up thosethree floors, plus the four they had already traversed, and who knew how longthat would take with all the shadows they might encounter on the way? Shakinghis head, Akira pushed those thoughts away. Stay positive. I’ll get reliefsoon. It’ll be fine.

Akira took a careful step forward and Yusuke, who had beenstanding silently at his side, matched his stride.

“Akira,” he said carefully.

“Joker,” Akira reminded him.

“My apologies. I’m still new to this,” Yusuke said. Hesquinted at Akira a moment before taking a breath to continue. “Do you need thetoilet?”

Akira’s face all but burst into flames with the suddennessof the blood rushing to it.

“What gave you that idea?!”

“You’ve been shaking for awhile now, and you’ve never struckme as someone with weak muscles. Your steps are short because you’re keeping yourthighs together, and your entire body is tense. Like I said before as well,that Pixie’s attack should not have knocked you down, and it’s very rare – atleast from what I have observed thus far – for you to forget a weakness of ashadow you’ve seen before.”

“You’re craz—”

“In conclusion, you have to urinate. Quite badly, it seems.I don’t know why you sided with Mona in his wants to continue further, when therest of us understand that sometimes, we need to stop exploring early if it’sin the best interests of a friend.”

“Don’t be so clinical,” Akira mumbled, burying his stillburning face in his hands.

“I’m sorry. Would you like me to try again with more slangterms?”

Akira looked up, incredulous, only to see the smallest ofsmirks on Yusuke’s face, and had that been a joke?

“Look. You might be right, but it’s really not that bad,”Akira insisted, even as his bladder cramped in protest, forcing him to bendforward a bit and shift subtly back and forth.

“It looks that bad.”

“Well, it’s not. Just get on the bus.”

Yusuke followed his order with no further comments. Akirawalked around to the driver’s side, holding his breath and squeezinghis eyes shut as he separated his legs to step up into the bus.

That moment, however short it was, was just long enough ofhis thighs being apart to allow a few small drops of pee to escape his bladderand wet his underwear.

“Oh no,” he breathed. Morgana would never forgive him ifhe wet himself inside of him. And really, Akira wouldn’t blame him for thegrudge. “Mona, I—”

“Okay, let’s get moving! To the next floor!” Morganainterrupted, revving whatever served as the bus’s engine and accelerating. Cursingthe uneven ground of the endless hallways, Akira bit his lip. This wasn’tenough to keep sharp gasps from leaving him on each and every bump Morganadrove over, however, and no matter how tightly he crossed his legs, it wasn’tenough to keep from leaking with every bump either.

He could feel his bladder bouncing with the movements ofthe bus. He could feel all that liquid splashing up, then back down, pushingitself further out of him with every fall.

“Joker, you are very pale,” Yusuke remarked.

Ann and Ryuji immediately poked their faces up from thebackseat.

“Whoa, he’s right, man. Mona, if you don’t want somethingnasty inside this bus, you should probably stop.”

“What?! Get out if you’re going to be sick!” Morgana yelled.

“He can’t get out if you’re still movin’, you dumb cat!”

The Morgana bus screeched to a stop, throwing all four ofthe Thieves forward. No sooner had Morgana thrown all the doors open himselfwas Akira out of the bus and crouching on the floor of Mementos, hands buriedin his crotch as he tightened his tired muscles as much as he could, begginghis bladder to hold on, even as a steady stream of urine poured out of him.

“Oh my god!” Ann cried. “Something’s really wrong, isn’t it?What’s wrong?”

“It’s okay. I can help him,” Yusuke said.

“You? You barely know him!” Ann said.

“Panther, it’s okay. You and Skull stay in the bus.”

“What can I do?” Yusuke asked, crouching down to matchAkira’s current height.

“Okay, you were right, it’s really bad, I’m not sure I canhold it,” Akira hissed, refusing to look Yusuke in the face.

“Why don’t you go here?”

“With all of you watching? No.”

“Can you hold it long enough for us to get back to theentrance?”

“I don’t know,” Akira whispered, finally looking up atYusuke with wide eyes. “I really don’t know. I feel like I’m about to explode,oh god,” Akira whined as another spurt of liquid pushed out of him.

Yusuke’s full mouth was pressed into a straight line, hisbrow furrowed. “You’re going to have to try.”

“I know. I know I do. Oh, it hurts.”

“Come.” Yusuke started to stand, grabbing Akira’s arm as hewent and pulling him up as well. “Lean against me. You sit in the passengerseat so the steering wheel isn’t restricting your movement.”

Akira let himself be steered back to the bus and helped intohis seat. He could feel Ann’s and Ryuji’s eyes on him, but herefused to turn around. He knew they would understand, but he couldn’t helpfeeling that as their leader, he should never have allowed something like thisto happen. He should’ve been more diligent regarding his own schedule, moreaware of his needs before leaping into the shadow world.

“Unless you want a mess, I suggest we head home now, Mona,” Yusukesaid.

“Fine! But I hope you all realize we’re going to have tomake up all this lost time later!”

“Yeah, yeah, just drive, you mouthy cat,” Ryuji said.

It seemed even Morgana had finally caught on to theseriousness of the situation, since he didn’t bother responding to Ryuji’sinsult, instead accelerating and speeding along toward the upper floor.

“Avoid shadows if you can, please,” Ann said.

Morgana made a noise of agreement.

Akira sighed, leaning forward and pressing his foreheadagainst the dashboard. He allowed his body to act as a shield toward Ryuji andAnn, shoving his hands into his crotch for some much-needed pressure, and ohthat felt so much better, enough so that Akira couldn’t hold back a small moan.

“Joker, ya know that if you’re not feelin’ good, you canjust tell us and we don’t have to come to Mementos, right?”

“I felt … fine earlier,” Akira assured him.

“I apologize if I’m overstepping my place, but I think itmight be better for Joker if he doesn’t speak.”

“Yeah, sure, Fox. I get the hint,” Ryuji muttered.

“Be nice!” Ann hissed before the Thieves fell into silence.

As much as Akira appreciated Yusuke trying to look out forhim, he immediately missed the distraction of the others’ voices. Now he wasforced to put every ounce of brainpower into making sure his bladder didn’texplode.

It was barely a minute later when the bus stopped again.

“W-Why…” Akira said, clenching his teeth and tightening thehold he had on his groin to hold back the impending flood.

“Uhh…If he feels sick, should he get out of the bus and walkup the stairs?” Ann asked.

“I can’t…” Akira choked out quietly enough that he was sureYusuke was the only one able to hear him.

“Take the stairs slowly, Mona,” Yusuke ordered.

“You better be sure about this,” Morgana grumbled beforedoing what he was told, taking the stairs at a crawl.

It didn’t matter how slowly he took them – each step stillfelt like leaping over a mountain to Akira, and his bladder protested the wholeway. The drips of urine that were steadily leaving him grew into a strongerstream with every step. The swollen organ was so full, and Akira wasn’t sureif he’d be able to hold much longer. Not even that, but he wasn’t sure hewanted to try. He just wanted relief, from the pain, the pressure, theembarrassment, everything.

He ground his hips down against the chair, then up againsthis wrist, but nothing was giving him any sense of relief anymore. He doubted hisbladder could hold another drop of liquid if it tried, and the slow stream ofurine leaving him - even now that they were on level ground again - was proof of that.

All too soon, they had reached the next staircase, and panicovertook him. He wasn’t going to make it. Just the mere sight of the stairscaused his bladder to spontaneously squeeze, knowing the stress it was about togo through.

Blindly reaching to his side, Akira waved his hand until hewas met with the fabric of Yusuke’s shirt.

“Yusuke…help…me,” he whimpered.

“Stop, Mona!” Yusuke commanded. The abrupt stop was nearlyAkira’s undoing, but he managed to stumble from the vehicle without a moment tospare, waddling away from his friends even as his bladder was on the verge ofreleasing.

“Joker?” Ann called from behind him. Akira waved a frantichand toward them without turning around.

“Go, please. Wait at the top of the stairs, and we will meetyou in a few minutes,” Yusuke said calmly, and the volume of his voice toldAkira that he had followed Akira from the bus, and that was not what Akirahad been expecting.

“Yusuke, you too,” Akira pleaded once he’d heard the bumpingof the Morgana bus retreating up the stairs.

“I’m not leaving. What if a shadow comes?” Yusuke said, thetone of his voice somehow surprised and exasperated all at once.

“I don’t…You shouldn’t…”

“I won’t watch, but I’m not leaving you here.”

Fine. Fine. Yusuke was so damn stubborn, but Akira wouldfind time to be frustrated later, once his bladder was no longer filling hisentire abdomen. He pushed his pants and underwear out of the way and finallygave his bladder permission to let go.

The feeling of relief was bliss, pure and simple. If asked,Akira wouldn’t have been able to tell you how he managed to keep his footingwith how violently his legs were shaking at the intensity of the feeling, butsomehow he did. He tilted his head back, eyes closed, mouth gaping in a deepmoan.

He would find time later to be embarrassed at Yusukewitnessing this. Sure, his friend had promised to look away, but there sure wasplenty for him to hear, Akira realized with a wince. His moaning was onething, but the sheer volume of liquid within him was exiting in a thickstream and there was just so much. It felt as he’d been peeing for at leasta full minute before the stream began thinning, then dripping, then stoppingaltogether.

Eyes still closed, Akira yanked his pants back into placeand took a step backwards, grimacing at the squish of his shoes. He stoodstill for a moment, knees still knocking together as his legs trembled, pantinghard as he tried to catch his breath. The sharp pain of his full bladder was nomore, but it had promptly been replaced with a heavy ache brought on by anorgan that had been stretched past its capacity for far too long.

A gentle hand rested on his shoulder, and he let out a drysob.

“I won’t tell the others,” Yusuke assured him.

“I won’t be mad if you do tell. I don’t want you to lie formy sake.”

“It’s no trouble, such a small lie. Hopefully no one willask any questions that will force my hand.” With no warning, Yusuke reached outand gripped Akira’s chin, tilting his head from side to side. “You look betteralready. You must feel a lot better as well.”

“You have no idea…” Akira mumbled.

“I’m sure I have some idea.”

“What?”

“Let’s go, before the others begin to worry.”

“Probably too late for that. But hey, don’t avoid thequestion!” Akira took a step to follow Yusuke, but tripped over his own feet.Before his hands could break his fall, there were slender, yet strong, armssupporting him.

“I’ll help you.” Yusuke slung Akira’s right arm over hisshoulders and gripped the wrist, putting his own arm around Akira’s waist.

“You’re tired. You should save your energy in case we meetshadows we can’t avoid.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Akira grumped, understanding that hewasn’t going to get an explanation to that off-the-cuff comment of Yusuke’stoday.

They began their trek up the stairs, Yusuke half draggingAkira’s progressively limpening body.

“Here they are!”

“Oh good, we were just about to go looking for ya!”

“He’s fine. He feels much better, but if we could still makea hasty retreat and avoid as many shadows we can, I think it will benefit allof us,” Yusuke said.

“Sure thing! Everyone, get in!” Morgana called.

As soon as the bus was loaded up, Akira in the passengerseat again, Morgana set off. Akira rested his temple against the window,watching the hallways rush by as they drove until his eyes drifted shut.

[sennaleee]

Hi :) I’ve seen that you are into BNHA, so I wondered if you had any headcanons for Bakugou? Sorry if it’s a bother :)

Requests are never a bother, friend. :)

Bakugou has a pretty big bladder, so he doesn’t often findhimself desperate, and even when he does, he’s pretty good at ignoring it if hehas to. He doesn’t complain unless he is around only people that he greatlytrusts, and he doesn’t fidget or change his stance or anything else of thesort. However, someone who knows him very well will notice a few subtle tells of his, such as himnot talking quite as loudly as he usually does and his eyes darting aroundquickly, as if he’s looking for somewhere to sneak off to so he can empty hisbladder.

He hates when someone asks if he needs to pee (which, ofcourse, doesn��t happen often because of how little he shows his need outwardly,but when it does…), and if anyone dares to do so, he will vehemently deny itand refuse any suggestion of a place for him to relieve himself. He could walkright past a bathroom and regardless of how close to bursting he may be, ifsomeone asks him if he needs the toilet, he would rather die than prove he doesby going to use it immediately.

Despite this, it’s very rare for him to wet himself. On topof his large bladder, he also has very good control over it, so he can holdbeyond the point of pain if need be. This has led to a few unfortunatesituations wherein Bakugou’s bladder has actually locked up, and it’s taken afew tear-filled minutes of him standing, massaging his own abdomen and begging his muscles to relax and just let him pee, damn it beforethankfully, his bladder finally listened to his brain and allowed him relief.

He’s only wet himself once, and it was during a trainingexercise when he didn’t even have to go all that badly, but he just so happenedto get a punch directly to his bladder, and he didn’t even fully understandwhat was happening to him until his pants were so soaked that it wasn’t worthtrying to stop going. While he certainly felt embarrassed by this, he handledit by soundly beating the person he was fighting against, then refusing toleave until class had officially ended just to show how little he cared thathe had wet himself.