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It was an accident. Close calls weren’t exactly rare, considering there were three bathrooms for six of you. Luckily, you joked, since it was one woman here to five men, they tended to pee quicker than you, and you managed.
Today, though, seemed like it was your poor luck.
The bathroom attached to the master that Katsuki and Izuku shared was locked, the shower running loudly. You sighed and went to the hall bathroom that you typically showered in. But that door was locked, and Denki’s hype-playlist was playing loudly. He was singing along, not a prayer of hearing you knock.
Okay, you thought, feeling a cramp in the pit of your belly. You had waited too long, you thought. You rushed for the three quarter bath that was usually used by Kirishima, since it was closest to his room. You didn’t favor it, liking to be able to soak in the tub rather than take a shower.
You could hear the water running, with strange patterings mixed in. You realized Kirishima said he had some things to hand rinse before they went into the washer. Usually workout gear that he wanted to pre-treat before washing.
You whimpered in the hallway, crossing your legs. You chewed your lower lip as you bounced on your toes. You were afraid to move, you thought. You’d piss immediately. You focused on breathing, trying hard to distract yourself.
Think dry thoughts, you told yourself. Think about anything other than the pressure in your bladder and how if you even sneezed you were going to be soaking wet. It couldn’t be much longer, you thought. Someone had to come out soon. You just had to try hard enough, and things were going to be fine.
But the water never stopped running. It amazed you that you had enough water pressure to run two showers at once. It would have been amazing, if it wasn’t making you want to pee even more.
You pounded at Kirishima’s bathroom door, smacking it with the flat of your palm. By now you had your hand between your legs, like a little child. You were dancing from foot to foot, despeate and aching.
You couldn’t blame yourself when you felt the piss trickling out. A tiny bit at first, just a few drops. But once your body knew there was a path to relief, it wasn’t going to take no for an answer. You stood in the hallway, thankful somewhere in the back of your mind that the floor was not carpeted.
Your jeans were soaked. Wet tracks made their way down your thighs, your knees, all the way to your ankle. Of course the air in the apartment was a little dry, giving you dry mouth, which meant that you had been drinking so much water. Piss puddled at your feet, soaking your slippers.
It was hot, you thought. It was hot, and you smelled like piss, and you hated it. Without another word, you were sobbing, shame washing over you. You heard a door open, glanced up to see Denki peeking down the hall.
“Princess!” he gasped. “What’s wrong, what–? Ooohhh,” he saw your filthy state and the lightbulb went off.
“Why didn’t you knock, hon? I was just getting ready.”
“Because your music was so loud!” you shouted. “I did knock, I did! And Izuku had his shower going so he couldn’t hear me. And I’m not sure why Eiji didn’t,” tears, salty, hot, and shameful were rolling down your cheeks.
“It’s okay,” he soothed in a delicate voice. “It was just an accident, you’re okay. You’re okay.” he was patting you right between your shoulders. The door swung up and you moaned, closing your eyes tightly.
“Huh? What’s going on?” Kirishima took in the scene, holding a bin of wet laundry. He looked at you, his mouth making a perfect ‘o’.
“I am so sorry!” he blurted. He juggled the pin and reached up to take an ear bud out. “I had my headphones in.”
“She’ll be fine,” Denki tried to soothe the redhead who looked just as upset now. You whined, your jeans feeling clammy and gross, your skin starting to itch.
“Let me get you all cleaned up,” Eijirou put down the bin and held out his hands. “Denks, can you get the floor cleaned up?”
“Of course,” he went to hurry off. You shook your head, trying to snatch him.
“No, it’s my mess, it’s gross, I’ll do it, I’ll do it.” you babbled.
“No, YOU are going to get cleaned up and get in the tub.” Eijiro shook his head. He steered you away from the puddle and took you to the hall bathroom. You tried to bat his hands away when he went to pull your top off.
“Honey, honey, stop.” he grabbed your wrists.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know that. It was my fault.” he stroked your hair back from your face. It was a pacifying gesture. “Just breathe. No big deal. It happens to everyone.” he sat on the edge of the tub, flicking on the shower.
“There we go, let me take your pants off and then we’ll get you cleaned up. While you soak in the tub I’ll go and get you clean clothes.”
“Eijirou,” you whined, sniffling. He made shushing sounds and helped you step into the tub. He took the hose and nudged your legs apart. You bit your lip as he adjusted the shower head and rinsed you down.
“Good, you don’t have any kind of rash.” he murmured. He grabbed your plain soap and washed your legs, rough hands gentle on the thin skin of your thighs. He rinsed you again and paused, his cheeks pink.
“Uh, hon? Your bottom got wet…”
“I know, I was there.” you snapped.
“No, I mean, I need to get that cleaned off too.”
“I can do it!” you insisted.
“But I’m already here and you’re upset.” he was turning you himself. You put your hands to the tile wall and squeezed your eyes shut, feeling him carefully soap your asscheeks and rinse those off, too.
“It’s no big deal. How many times have we seen each other naked, huh? And how many times have you had to help patch us up after fights? It’s the same thing.”
When you were soap free, he stood you on the rug, wrapping a towel around you. He rubbed your hips and gave you one of his bright smiles, the same kind that you used to call his golden retriever smile.
You watched, still sniffling a little bit as he started the tub. He reached under the sink and pulled out a bottle that you didn’t remember buying. There was a smiling pink bubble on it, and you watched as Eijirou poured in a healthy amount, then swished his hand around, the bubbles growing.
“I haven’t used that kind of bubble bath in years.” you said.
“I know, but it was on sale last time I was at the store. And I just figured, well, for the price…” he shrugged.
“It’s the perfect temp, baby, your favorite. Get in the water and relax. I’ll go and get your clean clothes.”
You let the towel fall. Eijirou was right; all of you saw each other naked a lot. Them more than you, you allowed. Sometimes Hanta came in with pain in his shoulders from the poses he had to use for his tape. He’d be topless, waiting for you to rub the medication cream into his shoulders.
Izuku and Katsuki ran super hot, and they had been known to strip down to just their boxers. When Eijirou was working out, he’d be mostly naked, walking around sweaty with his towel around his neck.
And you, of course, would sometimes ask for help with zippers in the backs of your dresses, or for bras to be clasped just so. You’d even had fashion shows for them now and then when you bought new things.
But still, you thought. You’d full on pissed your pants like a little kid. And you had sobbed about it, and let someone else clean you up. It was horrible, you thought, your face hot at the idea. You scooped up some of the bubbly foam and blew it from your palm, giggling gently.
“Good to hear you laugh,” the door opened. Eijiro was holding a bundle of clothes. He sat down on the rug, looking at you.
“I am sorry, princess. I should have heard you knocking. It wasn’t your fault. Denks got the hall cleaned, I tossed your dirty stuff in the washer. Everything is fine.”
You sighed and looked down at the water. After a few minutes, Eijirou stood up and held out a hand, helping you sound. He grabbed your towel and helped you out, dried you off. You were much more relaxed, letting him pat you dry. He reached for the pile, holding open a pair of underwear.
“I can dress myself.” you muttered. Eijirou shrugged. He slid the panties up your legs to settle at your hips. He had a pair of sweats, and one of his old long sleeved shirts for you. You were quickly dressed and he was ushering you out.
“You okay?” Izuku was waiting, concerned.
“Oh my God, did we have to tell him?” you asked no one in particular.
“Hey, it isn’t to tease you. Just to make sure you’re not sick. You don’t have a fever or painful pee?” he grabbed your shoulders, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead.
“No fever," he mused.
“I’m fine, it’s fine, it was just–an accident.” you sounded a little choked. “Can we pretend that nothing happened?”
“As long as you’re not sick.” he glanced at the clock. “Denks! You need to get going or you’ll be late for your shift.”
“I know!” the blond called back. He appeared with his jacket, stuffing his keys in his pocket. He hugged the other two, then grabbed you and kissed your temple. He was gone quickly, and you padded to the living room, ready to curl on the couch and be left alone.