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“Well, shit.” Toshinori cursed, staring at the doors of the elevator.
Toshinori and Midoriya had been riding the U.A elevator up to his office, before it had abruptly stopped running. Toshinori walked to the control panel, and pushed the ‘help’ button.
“Hello!” A woman's chipper voice came from a speaker somewhere in the elevator, making them both jump.
“We're sorry about the delay, the repair company will be on their way shortly!” A click indicated the call had ended, and they sat in silence for some time.
“Looks like we might be in here for a while.” Toshinori said, taking a seat on the floor. Midoriya joined him, a few feet away.
“Yeah…” He groaned. Midoriya was nervous. Before getting in the elevator, he had realised he needed to use the bathroom. He had planned on going once they got on the right floor.
If they didn't get out soon…
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About and hour of random conversation and waiting had gone by, and it didn't seem like the repair company would be there anytime soon. Midoriya was constantly tapping his leg, and occasionally subtly shifting his hips, trying to distract himself from the pressure rapidly building in his abdomen. He hoped and prayed they would get out soon.
“So, Midoriya,” Izuku looked up, fighting the urge to grab himself right there.
“How has your shoot style been coming?” He asked with a smile, trying to ease the lingering tension in the small room. Normally, Midoriya would have loved to talk about his strategy, but thinking was incredibly difficult at the moment.
“Oh! Uh, it's been going well! I uh… I'm trying to incorporate both my arms and my legs together, so that… So I can be more efficient in my attacks!” He smiled, barely wincing at the way his bladder spasmed, readjusting his hips again.
“That's good. When I was your age, it took me quite a while to figure out a strategy that worked. Using my legs never was a strong point…” He chuckled, looking back fondly on his memories. Meanwhile, Midoriya was struggling internally, holding back the quickly growing ocean in his bladder.
A sudden wave of pressure had Midoriya curling in on himself, gasping and gritting his teeth, but still refusing to hold himself. He stiffened his legs together, tapping his foot endlessly. Toshinori noticed and quickly grew concerned.
“Young Midoriya? Are you alright? You look really tense. What's wrong?” Midoriya cringed internally. He couldn't let All Might know that his successor was struggling with something so small!
“Ah, nothing! Just, uh, it's a bit nerve-wracking, being stuck in here for uh, so long…” He lied, hoping Toshinori would lose interest.
“Ah. Yes, well, I'm sure we'll be out of here soon enough.” Midoriya silently sighed, keeping his knees locked together but relaxing ever so slightly.
Another few minutes and Midoriya was struggling to keep himself together, which did not go unnoticed by Toshinori. He got closer to Midoriya, trying to figure out what was wrong.
“Kid? What's the matter?” He gently asked, putting an arm over Midoriya's shoulder. He tensed slightly under the touch, trying to think of a good excuse.
“N-nothings wrong! I promise! I'm just getting a bit nervous in here, that's all!” Toshinori wasn't buying it.
“Hey, I can tell something's bothering you. You don't have to hide it. Just tell me what's wro-” Toshinori was cut off by Izuku groaning and curling in on himself, now grabbing at his crotch. It was mortifying, but he'd rather do that than wet himself. He rocked in place, refusing to open his eyes and look at his mentor.
“... Do you need to use the bathroom?” Toshinori asked, already knowing the answer. Midoriya squeaked and blushed but nodded, curling further in on himself. He could hear footsteps, and assumed Toshinori didn't want to be around him. That made sense, he wouldn't want to get wet in case he had an accident.
He could hear a click, and then All Might began talking. “Hey uh, how much longer do you think we'll be in here?” He asked. The woman's voice flooded the elevator again.
“The repair company is scheduled to be here in about an hour. Sorry about the delay!”
Midoriya cursed under his breath, no longer holding himself but squeezing his thighs together and fidgeting with his hands. Toshinori sat back down next to him, and put an arm over his shoulder, lightly rubbing circles into his back.
“On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?” Toshinori asked. Izuku still refused to look up, continuing to mess with his hands.
“U-umm.. About a seven, or an eight? I'm not really sure…” Toshinori looked at the kid sympathetically. He wanted to help the kid, but he could guess that Midoriya wouldn't react well to what he'd suggest.
“Hey, if you can't hold it, you can just… go. I won't look or judge you, and the repair crew will understand.” Izuku could feel his face grow five shades darker.
“W-what!? No, I can't do that! I can wait until the repair company gets here, I'm sure!” But he wasn't so sure, as the pressure was quickly nearing his limit. He could make it, though. He was training to be the number one hero! Surely he could wait for a bathroom break.
Toshinori sighed but nodded. He had expected as much. He just hoped Midoriya wouldn't hurt himself.
The elevator was suffocatingly quiet, silent awkwardness in the air at the admission of Izuku's problem. The only noise was the sound of Midoriya's foot tapping and the occasional whimper. Tears were building in his eyes, and his legs were shaking from the force he had to use to keep from losing it.
A hot spurt shot into his boxers, and he gasped, immediately grabbing himself to stop the flow. He couldn't go here, he just couldn't. All Might was right next to him! But, it was looking like there wasn't much of a choice, as the leak was quickly followed by another, and then another.
Soon, the leaks were turning into a small stream, and Izuku was unable to stop it. Before he fully lost control, he blurted out, “A-ah, All Might, please don't look!”
Toshinori instantly knew what was happening and looked away, trying to give the kid some form of privacy.
Midoriya whimpered, his bladder finally giving up. He put his hands over his face through his accident, trying to hide himself from the world.
The contents of his bladder quickly started gushing out of him, filling his pants and making its way onto the floor, soaking the carpet below. The sound of hissing was filling the elevator, along with the scent of ammonia.
Midoriya had to bite back a moan, the relief felt amazing after how long he had held it. The stream kept going at full force, running past his shaking legs.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the stream tapered off, and Izuku was left sitting in a puddle of his own mess, right next to All Might. He began sobbing into his chest, feeling like nothing more than an incontinent child.
All Might came closer and brought Midoriya into a hug, shushing him.
“Don't worry about it, Young Midoriya. It's fine.” Midoriya couldn't stop the tears, going rigid under his mentors touch. He didn't feel like he deserved the comfort. He should have been able to hold it.
“You know, I've actually been in your shoes more than a few times.” Midoriya looked up ever so slightly, shocked by his mentors words. All Might had accidents?
“Yeah, being a hero means you don't exactly get to stop for a bathroom break all the time. Sometimes, these things just happen, and you need to accept that they will happen.” Midoriya couldn't believe what All Might was telling him.
“I've had my fair share of accidents, especially after my injury. There's no shame in it, sometimes you just… Need to go, y'know? So don't sweat it kid, this happens to everyone.” Toshinori offered him a smile. Midoriya didn't return it, but finally relaxed in his arms, letting himself be comforted.
“Thank you, for telling me that.”
“Anytime, kiddo.”