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[yaka-ssi]

I just posted some bullshit

[homo-rashi]

My (unofficial) Omovember Prompt List!

hello everyone~

Next month is Omovember!!!! and I decided to make my own prompt list by combining prompts I have seen on tumblr + some classics + some prompts from past years lists. I will be using this as my prompt list but invite others to join me as well!

It took me 8 months to finish omovember last year...But hopefully this year ill be able to complete it within the 30 days! if you use this prompt list please lmk because I wanna read eveyones fics!

xoxo,

Grayson <3

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CHAPTERS COMPLETE: 3/3 [Heya heya! This is my first time writing in a while, so feedback is always appreciated! It got a bit long, so I’m sp

Ohohohohoho I’ve tried my hand at writing again~

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Just created an omorashi/watersports fic on my Ao3 account!

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this disgusting ferret likes feet and enjoys ouma piss fic

[homo-rashi]

Roommates (Original Work) Ch 1.

The Start of Something (contains Omorashi)

Read it on my Ao3 here: Link

Augustine truly did not think this through. When the idea came to him a few nights after his parents sat him down and broke the news, He thought he was an geneious! It would solve everything. Having to see his mom and dad go though the whole process of selling the house and moving out. Not to mention, alternating weekends with his mom…Right now and for the foreseeable future, he would do anything to avoid that. August could only imagine it being unpleasant at the least and mildly suicide inducing at the worst, if he is feeling dramatic.

Which he was, feeling dramatic that is. Something about the cold, silent air of August’s bedroom at three in the morning, The feeling of time being liminal, like nothing else exists outside of the four poster-ridden walls, always makes his brain think he can do anything, like suddenly out of nowhere deciding to become a five-star Chef by binge watching every single episode of bon-appetit test kitchen. Or randomly gaining the motivation to transform his physic two weeks before break ends by following a single Chloe Ting workout video, but skipping all of the jumping because well, it's three in the morning and his parents are asleep downstairs. 

This time however, his three in the morning delusion led him to his current reality. He will admit, going to his mom with the cheesy powerpoint presentation he made about why boarding school would be the best thing for him after he refused to talk to her for a week, was probably teetering on the edge of being manipulative. But at the time, he found little shame in his well-devised plan.You can pretty much justify any morally-unjust action when your Mom recently admitted to her sixteen year-old son and her husband of 25 years that she had been unfaithful in their marriage with her boss of all people. 

It all went a lot faster than he had envisioned. They broke the news during summer, that way the move wouldn't have interfered with August’s school work and thanks to his somewhat good grades and rather impeccable attendance record (Just because his dad didn't know about the cheating didn't mean being at home was all that great…His mom didn't cheat for no reason, and school was always a great way to escape hell for a few hours) He was able to apply for a scholarship and get accepted to attend the one boarding school he found online that was still accepting new students this last into summer. St.Milton’s Academy for Boys.

Getting to St.Miltons was already too much for August.. The stress of getting on a plane without his Mom or Dad made him restless. Having never left the west coast before, Jumping on a plane with nothing but himself and his duffle bag from summer camp, trading coasts to live in Maine sounded fake. But here he was, duffle bag in tow, his childhood stuffed shark plush hanging out of the mesh outer pocket for everyone to see, boarding a charter bus to take him to his new life. Actually, being just stressed in an understatement, August is terrified. 

“Augustine Harrington?” The scary women with the crooked nose called his name seconds after him and twelve other boys, who were definitely younger than him, offloaded their things from the bus and lined up outside the large, intimidating brick building adorned with gold cross embellishments knockers on both of the large black front doors. 

“Yes?” August sheepishly puts up his hand, of course all eyes gravitate to him, 

“A simple ‘present’ would suffice.” The woman says with a slight twinge of annoyance in her voice that immediately steals August's ability to speak. He simply nods in response. The woman finishes taking the roll.  Everyone else gives her a firm ‘present’ in response to their names being called following August’s blunder. He has never wished someone named Aaron Anderson would have been by his side more then in this moment… 

“My name is Priscilla Constentine, But to all of you, I'm Mrs.Constentine or simply enough, Headmaster Constance.I make the rules here at St.Milton and enforce them, so see to it you follow them…” The headmaster looks down the row of students, Her beady black eyes stopping on August. “The lot of you, besides you, are all freshmen. The head of your floor and the person who you will come to with any questions you may have about your living situation is waiting for you just past those doors on the first floor, you are dismissed.”

Augusts watches as every single one of the other boys bealines for the two large black wooden doors, disappearing behind them without even looking back. The Headmasters eyes still laying rest on him. 

“Follow me. Since you're our only new sophomore, I'll just show you to your room myself, no use bothering your RA for one student.” August once again just nods and follows the women through the same black doors, but instead of going straight, She abruptly takes a left, leading to a large wooden staircase. “The sophomore dorms are on the fourth floor, don't ask me why, I make the rules not the floorplans, and yes, before you ask, there is no elevator, this building was constructed before such frivolous things were put to use.” 

The trek to the fourth floor is less than pleasant. Still carrying his duffle bag on one shoulder, combined with the lingering heat of summer and the humidity everyone back in California warmed him about, makes for his entire person to be coated in a thin layer of sweat by the time they reach a door marked 301. 

“What the fuck! Come on-no your left!---Your other fuckin left you cock-suckin piece of-” The headmaster opens the door with out announcing her presence, the loud screaming from beyond it stops abruptly. “I gotta go.” August follows in her footsteps, taking his first glance into the room, seeing a boy with start black hair taking off a gaming headset that's glowing red. 

“Mr.Wright. I do hope you atleast completed some of your summer reading and chores before you started playing…whatever that is?” She motions to the computer monitor tucked away on a dark oak corner desk. 

“Counterstrike.” The boy replied casually, rolling his desk chair away from his desk and towards one of the two lofted beds taking up most of the room. “This him?” He motions to August, before bending down and opening something under his bed, and pulling out a large green and black energy drink. 

“Augustine, meet Maxwell, Your roommate and the constant pain in my side. Be nice, and get along. He is in most of your classes besides swimming, so i'm sure you will be more than happy to help him out when classes start?” Maxwell offers a tilt of his drink to the Headmaster, who just shakes her head at the gesture before making her exist, leaving August awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. 

“You can call me-Aumax” The two boys words intersect into one jumble of words,

“August,” 

“Max,” They both say, this time being able to understand each other. “Okay look, This is my side, obviously. There should be uniforms and shit in your wardrobe, I had to clean my shit out with very little notice thanks to you so If it's a little sticky, it's just from spilled booze, confiscated now, of course. Didn't get the chance to clean it, not like I would have anyways… but yeah, If i'm not back before lights out, cover for me yeah?” August can barely move out of the way before Max is walking past him, quickly grabbing a gray and blue suit jacket off of the back of the door and throwing it over his shoulder. 

“Hold on! What time is light’s out?” August asks quickly, his voice feeling tense in his throat, 

“Whenever our lame ass RA decides he is done studying!” Max shouts, halfway down the hallway. The door slowly creaks shut, closing out any of the cold air that the breeze from the hallways opened windows was letting in. 

August lets out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The air that left his lungs was probably what was left inside of him of california. The reality of where he is and what he is doing seems to settle into the quiet loneliness of the dorm room. 

“Maxwell Wright…Sounds like a rich-kid name but…” August says to himself, looking around the furnished side of the dorm. The computer is clearly the main focus of his roommate's side. The desk has multiple empty cans of energy drink placed randomly, not a care in the world for the faded circles the cars have clearly left all over the dark stained wood desktop. Nothing about him screams 'vaguely religious private school kid’ besides his name. 

Random posters line the walls above Max’s bed. The largest one being a spiderman:homecoming poster, with Tom Holland front and center. August takes a second to appreciate his roommate's taste in movies…or more his taste in men. At Least that's why August has seen any of the Spiderman movies from 2016-present. 

August looks closely between both of their beds, noticing they share the same bedding. Clearly, it's been provided by the school. This brings his attention to his side of the room, and he decides its best to take advantage of having his room to himself for the afternoon. He wastes no time throwing his duffle down and stripping the bed. 

At first he thought he could get away with it. The color difference between his special white sheet and the default white that bed was made with aren't that different, but the texture is far too obvious. If he wasn't to make his bed completely one morning, someone would be able to tell the sheet he was sleeping on is more coated, rubbery and thicker. 

He begrudgingly puts the thin cotton sheet on top of his waterproof sheet, being only slightly annoyed that that means when the invendible happens, he will have more laundry to do then he would have liked. But he quickly accepts that hiding his nighttime problem is more important than reducing his trips to the laundry room.

He finished unpacking, giving his very sticky wardrobe a wipe down before placing his runners and shower shoes in the bottom of it. The only decoration he technically brought is his stuffed ikea shark. He decides it's not as embarrassing as a teddy bear and throws it up by his pillows, making a mental note to look for a magazine or two at the store (do they even get to go off campus to the store?) to get some posters to hang up. Feeling content with his side of the room for now, and feeling like his skin is going to ment off from the lack of air-conditioning, he decides he should have a look around and find out where a few other important rooms are. 

His floor seems to be all bedrooms. He looks around every corner of the large square building but finds nothing but wooden doors with gold number plates, the occasionally one having a funny/mildy crude doormat placed in front of it. There is a small common area at the top of the stairs with a microwave oven and fridge, but other than that, nothing.

He ventures down the next three floors and finds the same thing. The only difference he spots between the two is that floor three has different flooring then the rest, possibly due to a renovation that was done at some time, not what he was looking to find. 

When he gets to the first floor he spots his first sign of life. A guy with blonde hair similar to his is sprawled out across one of the large green sectionals in the common room. Immediately when stepping into said room he sees the sign for laundry. Not ideal, but better than it being in a whole different building. He would have to be sneaky, so as to not get caught running through four flights of stairs with soiled bedding, but it wasn't the end of the world.

“Hey! I thought everyone arrived earlier? Did you need help finding your room?” August is started by the high pitched voice seemingly addressing him. He turns around and sure enough, the lounging boy is now sitting up with a bright smile on his face. 

“Oh- No! I got here earlier, I'm on the fourth floor…” He awkwardly motions upwards, as if it's not obvious that's where the fourth floor would be. 

“My bad! I thought you were one of my freshmen, but still, Can I help you with anything or are you just exploring?” The boy laughs gently, standing up from the sofa and walking over with his hand outreached, “I’m Rowan.” August reaches out and introduces himself, the one question he has lingering in his throat. 

“Floor four you said? Were in the same year then! Sophomores are always freshman R.A’s, Juniors are Sophomore R.A’s, Seniors…well they are their own R.A’s but between you and me, they don't really do much besides routine candle checks.” 

“Candle checks?” August asks, not the questions he wanted to ask, but it's what slipped out in his curiosity. 

“Banned item. You know like Hair straighteners,” Check, August thinks to the red and blue mini flat-iron he uses for his bangs every morning sitting on his desk in his dorm currently., “Candle and incense,” He brought the lavender incense his aunt gave him as a parting gift to ‘help him sleep in the dorms’ when she found out he was coming here…”and like hotplates and other cooking things that heat up, Basically if it can make a fire, you aren't allowed to have it.” 

“Oh okay, yeah don't have anything like that.” August smiles awkwardly, Rowan doesn't skip a beat in keeping the conversation going. 

“Hey, if you do it's none of my business, remember, Freshman RA, not my floor…not my problem.” Rowan winks, August immediately feels less awkward and afraid, He seems normal unlike his seemingly rouge roommate. 

“Um speaking of floors, Where is the bathroom on our floor because I couldn't find it.” August finally asks, the words no longer stuck in this throat. 

“Oh! yeah…Apparently like ten years ago there was a bad flood on floor three that caused like thousands of dollars worth of damage to the building's old ass structure, so the only restroom is on this floor, down the hallway opposite the stairwell.” August looks back to make sure he heard that right and sure enough, he sees a small arrow pointing that direction with a small stick figure of a man on it. 

“One bathroom for…how many of us?” August asks, in disbelief. 

“It's really big! Don't worry! You only run into issues in the mornings for the first like two weeks and then everyone falls into a routine. You barely even notice you sharing a shower with seventy-five guys after a while.” 

“Seventy-five guys…okay I'm gonna go check it out.” August say turning around rather abruptly, 

“I'll come with you, don't want you getting lost!” August freezes in place. Red flags going off in his head. 

“No that's okay, I was just gonna take a shower, You dont wanna have to wait for me.” August lies, again. He figured he would be doing a lot of that considering his issues, but two times within the first hour is crazy.

“Dude… You’re sharing with seventy-five teenage boys. Trust me, you don’t want to do that without shower shoes and the school doesn't provide toiletries so you have to bring your own shampoo and shit.” August sighs, he knows that, hence why he has all of that and a shower catty he bought at Target shoved in his wardrobe. He would have brought them if he was actually planning to shower… But he isn't. He was planning on finding the laundry room and then having a quick piss, a quick piss he can only take if he is alone.

“Yeah, okay I'll be back then.” August says as friendly as possible, trying to distract from his obvious annoyance. He turns the other way, up the stairs deciding he will just wait. He isn't desperate, no. He knows better than to let himself get desperate in an unfamiliar setting, but he still just got off a long bus ride from the airport and indulged in a few in-air ginger ales to calm his nervous stomach. 

“Dinner is at six, Just follow everyone and you should be good!” The callout is faint from the bottom of the stairs, but echoes up the tall empty space. August doesnt say anything back, but instantly devises a plan. When he sees everyone leaving the dorms for dinner, He will get to pee in peace, without fear of locking up because everyone will be busy eating in presumably, a whole different building. 

The problem with that plan is, it's currently three. That means roughly three hours, give or take however long it takes for everyone to get out of here and go to lunch. August isn't desperate right now, but in three hours…The problem is that he doesn't have a problem. It's not like he is sick or has some sort of condition, well not one that would normally cause issues of his kind. It's just anxiety. From his pee-shyness to the bedwetting. It's all brought on by stress and anxiety. No matter what meds doctors have given him throughout the years, starting when he was 10 and was still consistently wetting the bed, none of them really worked. 

Sure, they took away the surface level feeling of anxiousness that he lived with constantly. That was nice, but he was still worrying, constantly, deep down. The bed wetting and various other bathroom issues never got better, if anything, the meds not fixing him like the doctors swore they would, only made him stress out more, in turn making everything worse. So he was stuck like this. 

It’s manageable. He has found ways around the bed wetting. At home he would often wake up just as it would start and could manage to get to the bathroom with only having to change his boxers. He wouldn't even consider that an accident at this point in his life. 

His pee-shyness is a little more tricky, but he has found solutions…ones that aren't so practical when you have a roommate. If his dad was cleaning outside the bathroom at his house and he needed to go he would simply go to his room a whole floor away and find the nearest empty fast-food cup or coffee mug he had ‘conveniently forgotten’ to take out of his room and make use of that. Nobody would ever think he was peeing in his bedroom so he could always, without a doubt, pee in there. It's only in bathrooms he has trouble actually going.

He instinctively looks around his dorm once he closes the door. The steps having jostled his bladder far more than he would have liked, making him realize he would like to not feel like this for longer then he has to. There aren't any cups he would pee in, mostly because they aren't his, He isn't really picky. There are plenty of energy drinks cans he figures if worst comes to worst he could use, it's not easy but he has done it before.

Knowing his roommate, Max, isn't going to be back until what he insinuated was going to be well into the night, August decides he will try to wait it out. If he starts to feel desperate at all, then he will use the can and throw it out on his way to dinner, disposing of any and all evidence. The perfect plan.

* * *

The perfect plan that depended on one thing. His damn roommate. The roommate who made such a big deal about not being back till ‘lights out’ who just so happened to walk through the door the second August decided he was past the point of desperateness. 

He admittedly waited too long. The want to wait till six was in the back of his mind, along with the anxieties about someone coming into his room, Mac, or an RA for a ‘candle check’ or whatever it was Rowan mentioned. Both sort of froze him with anxiety, instead of working through it, August chose to sit on his bed and scroll on tiktok for the last two hours, becoming increasingly aware of his legs becoming crossed, and then his hand slowly slipping between his legs. The moment he felt the first bit of wet tricking into his boxers, he jumped up and grabbed the energy drink can. 

“Hey- Did you get into my stash!?” Max, because of course he would, barged through the door, immediately making eye contact with August who had the empty can in his grasps, getting ready to figure out the best place in the room to pee in it would be.

“What? N-no! I was just cleaning up!” August quickly looked around the room, spotting a small metal trash bin under Max’s desk. He bends down and chucks the empty can inside it, trying not to squirm around as he does so. 

“Okay…In case you didn't get the memo, My side” He points to where August is currently standing, “ And your side. We don't ‘clean’ each other's sides, got it?” His tone was less than savory. August just nods in response, quickly going to his side of the room and sitting down in his desk chair at his empty desk. He watched Max bend down and plug his cell phone into a charge by the side of his bed, before plopping down at his own desk. 

“I-I thought you were gonna be out all night?” August asks, seeing Max grab to slide his headphone on and power up his gaming computer. 

“Phone died, would be bored as shit without it, plus, it's almost dinner and I slept through breakfast. Now if you don't mind.” Max slipped head headphones on, tuning his back from August, who immediately shoved both his hands between his legs. 

‘Okay this is bad, very bad! Can you make it down the stairs?’ August thought, Even if lunch wasn't for another forty-five minutes, He could just go outside. Find a nice secluded tree and water it. He decided to stand up- ‘no! Nope! Bad, Bad, Bad!’ immediately his brain and body decided that was the wrong idea because not a little, but a lot of warmth coats the palm of his hand upon standing. 

Panicked, He jumps forward less than gracefully, practically throwing himself onto the lofted bed and under the covers. 

“What the fuck was that?” August rolls over to look at Max who now has one headphone off and is staring at him with an annotated look. “Your fuckin weird, Are you taking a nap? You know you have to go get dinner when they say right? You can't just go to the cafeteria whenever you want.”

“jetlag…I'm not hungry, just gonna have extra breakfast tomorrow.” August feels very, very proud of that lie. His best one of the day. He is just glad he got under the covers before Max was turned around because his hands are the only thing keeping him from squirming around like an idiot. 

“Where are you even from anyways?” Max asks, August does not want to talk right now, He wants to pee, He needs to pee. 

“San Diego, it's a town in Califor-” 

“I know where San Diego fuckin is-Wait, doesnt that make it like what, 2:00pm there? Shouldn't you be the opposite of Jetlagged?” August curses under his breath, That is true, He searches for an answer and finds it staring right at him, behind Max, 

“I stayed up late gaming the last few weeks with my friends, my sleep schedule is all messed up.” August does not in fact play any videos games, if anything they make him anxious and a little nauseous. 

“Oh, well, Fix it because I'm not gonna wait for you if you sleep in next week when classes start.” Max turns his attention back to his game, slipping his headphones back on. 

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is bad. He isn't gonna leave until dinner? What should I do? I can't hold it that long and I can't walk all the way downstairs to the bathroom like this!’ August panicked, Internally freaking out while laying completely still under his covers in his bed…

‘Piss in the bed.’ His brain leapt at the idea, causing his body to force a long spurt out of him, this time no doubt showing on his clothes. Now he really can’t get up…But he couldn't just wet the bed while awake…He doesn't do that. Sure while he is asleep it happens, more than he would like to admit but doing it on purpose, that is a whole nother level of terrible. 

He rolls over so his back is facing away from Max after making sure he looked like he was really into whatever game he was playing. 

‘If I pee I have to do it slowly and make sure it doesn't get on the comforter, only the sheets.” August reasons with himself, because realistically, it's his only option. He spends another few minutes deciding if he should actually take himself out of his jeans and piss directly into the sheets, but decides he already has to wash his pants so he might as well use them to soak up some of the accident. 

With nothing but the sound of his roommates tapping away at his keyboard, August slowly removes his hands from between his legs. At first, when nothing happens he thinks either he misjudges how desperate he actually is or his pee-shyness that only exists inside the restroom extends to peeing while in a bed with someone in the room, something he has obviously never tried to do before. Both theories are thrown out the window when a thin stream starts to leave his slit. 

August bites down on his lip, trying to get control over the speed of his release. He can feel his pee soaking into his pants and then his leg and then the thin cotton sheet. Usually when he wets the bed like this, he is asleep and only wakes up to the smell of ammonia and the uncomfortable cold wet feeling that comes after, he has never felt himself actually fully wet the bed.

It's painful. It's actually painful to release his abused bladder as slowly as he is, but the waterproof sheet does not absorb much, that's kinda the whole point. So he has to wait for his accident to spread out and be absorbed by the sheets to avoid it pooling and getting on the comforter or worse, spilling off the side of the bed. 

After a few minor lapses in control causing him to release far more than he meant to, he finally started to feel relief. It feels amazing. It shouldn't because of the circumstance, but he really left it far too long this time. He is usually better about this, or well, back home it was easier to go if he let it get this bad…here he is realizing that it's not considering he is actively purposefully using his bed as a makeshift toilet, something he doesn't ever want to do again.

He finally feels his stream beginning to taper off. When he is finally done, he feels the familiar feeling of cold, itchiness up his legs. He can almost pinpoint the exact moment he usually wakes up from the discomfort. It's slightly disheartening how soon after his accidents he must be waking up. He always thought it must have been hours ago he had wet the bed and only noticed when his body started to wake up. Its annoying to know he was waking up less than a minute after pissing himself, meaning it could be avoidable if his dumb brain would just wake him up. 

“You awake?” August stifles a jump at the quiet of the room suddenly becoming not so quiet. He doesn't respond, immediately slamming his eyes shut. He hears a few sounds followed by a faint dial tone. “G, I’m on my way— No, it still needs to be charged. I’ll have to get it after dinner.---- No! fuckin lame ass you dont have to save me a seat, what are you a fuckin fag? wanna hold my hand too?---- yeah, no.----Shut the fuck up, i'll be down in a sec.” A few seconds later and August hears the door slam shut. 

‘Shit. He is homophobic??? He has the spiderman poster because he genuinely likes Marvel movies not because Tom Holland has a great ass… He didn't think he would have to deal with Homophobia as much here, considering it's an all boys school…He mentally notes that his sexuality is now on the long list of things he has to lie to people about at this school. 

His bout of self pitying is pushed aside when he realises just how gross he feels and he starts to actually smell the fact that he is covered in his own pee. His mind switches its train of thought instantly, when he looks over and see’s Max’s phone sitting on his desk on the charger but he remains Frozen in place wondering just how the hell he is gonna do all of this laundry and remake his bed before Max gets back from dinner…

[homo-rashi]

Roommates (Original Work) Ch 4.

Safe With Me (contains Omorashi)

Read it on my Ao3 here: Link

August is sitting uncomfortably on the floor of Rowan’s room, borrowed sweatpants feeling like they are gonna burst at the seams, eyes cast down to his fingers, twiddling with the dark blue rug taking up half of the room. Gray is sitting a few feet away messing with Rowan's ipad, listening to some type of minecraft youtube video through Rowan’s airpods.

“You know…this is like breaking every single school rule imaginable, right?” Rowan says quietly, from the desk chair mere feet away from August, motioning to the kid.

“Hence why you weren't supposed to find out.” August says under his breath, feeling, not so in the mood for arguing after utterly embarrassing himself again.

“I think there is a lot of stuff you haven't told me, but I'm least worried about the kid. Seems like Max did the right thing, no kid his age should be around their parents when they're drunk. Bringing him to our super strict zero-tolerance boarding school…That was questionable but what can I do now? He is already here and it's the middle of the night.” August lets out a sigh of relief, he couldn't imagine Max’s reaction if Rowan took Gray to the headmaster. “But-” August snaps his eyes up to meet Rowans, for the first time since coming back from his shower. “We have to talk about what happened.” and, August once relieved tension skyrockers back up to his ears,

“I don't want to.” August wines, pulling his knees up to his chest, ignore the sounds of all the threats breaking in his pants.

“I know you said it's your anxiety that causes your…other issue.” Rowan says, looking at Gray while speaking vaguely, “Is what happened tonight related to that? I'm not trying to make fun of you or anything but, its-” Rowan seems just as much at a loss for words as August is.

“It’s weird that I keep pissing myself? I know…” August feels shame. He can feel this stomach tightening, his anxiety heightening, he angrily grabs onto the fibers of the rug with his hand, digging his nails into the padding of the rug, “The kid woke me up, I was dry but had to piss…tried the restroom…it didn't work. Thought I could make it here and you saw how that ended up.” August explains, hiding it will just make his anxiety worse, in turn making his issues worse.

“Why…um, did the restroom not work?” Rowan asks about the part August was hoping they would just jump over and move on from without acknowledging it, He should have known Rowan wouldn't give up that easily.

“The kid was with me…I couldn’t go with someone, you know, around.” August cringes, he actually cringes. He rips a few pieces of the rug out and bans himself from touching it, knowing he already defaced the floor of this room once tonight.

“Shit dude…If this is like- a thing for you…How the hell are you gonna manage sharing a communal restroom when the rest of the guys get back to the dorms tomorrow, It's never empty, not completely. Or during class? You can expect to run back to the dorms every time you have to go during class, you will get caught.” August swallows hard, that is exactly what he was planning to do. The dorms should be empty when everyone living in them is in class, he long accepted the fact that his classmates would think he was taking a dump every time he excused himself to pee because of how long it would take, but he would accept the occasionally poop joke at his expense to not literally pee his pants in class.

“I'm open to suggestions.” August shrugs, stumped and annoyed.

“What did you do at your old school?” Rowan asks, clearly trying to help. August looks to make sure Gray is still preoccupied before spilling another one of his horribly embarrassing secrets…

~

Most days August has his bathroom habits down to a perfect science. He would go before he left for school in the morning in his safe, perfect bathroom in his house. Of course, he would need to go by the end of the day on most days. Sure it was uncomfortable to have to walk home feeling like you have a liter of sprite sloshing around inside of you, but He managed. One unfortunate day he found he couldn't manage.

Somehow by fourth period, He was already a squirming mess. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why. His habits naturally included drinking less and making sure he didn't have tea or coffee or anything that would make him have to go more. He just knew he was not going to make it home like he usually did. Of course he tried to find a bathroom that was empty, but his public school was big, and did not have that many bathrooms. By the time he got out of fifth period and was heading to lunch, he was hardly able to think about anything else besides peeing.

So…When he got his lunch and his juice was handed to him in a tall, scratched up plastic cup, His eyes flicked with the idea. He didn't eat any of his food, ditching his tray at a random table and dumping out his cup in the trash, but holding onto the receptacle. He found an empty classroom swiftly, making sure he was far enough away from the cafeteria that nobody would wander in. Dropped his pants just enough to pull himself out and shamefully let go in the juice cup.

When he finished doing it the first time, he realized he still needed somewhere to put the cup and spill out the shameful liquid he had just filled it with. That day he ended up hiding it in his locker, asking to go to the bathroom during his next class and spilling it out in the sink in the bathroom, but all the times after that, because he did continue it for his entire time at that school, He made sure to sneak into an empty science classroom and pour his piss down one of the science station sinks.

Nobody ever found out. He never had to sit through his last period class being so immensely uncomfortable ever again, and he never had to step foot in the horrible school bathrooms either…

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“So yeah, I'm disgusting.” August finishes telling his story, his horrible, embarrassing story.

“August, that's terrible. You shouldn't have had to do that, your needs should have been accommodated.” Rowan says, August can feel the genuine sorrow in his voice, but August doesnt feel bad for himself, the situation was of his own making after all,

“They would have, had I told anyone. I don't want to be the guy who uses the nurses bathroom, or hell, you know, the guy who changes in the stall. It's embarrassing to be different.” August would rather pee in a cup every single day then tell the Headmaster he has ‘potty issues’. His mom pavlov dogging him is another thing, it's not his fault, this thought feels like it is.

“Where the hell is he?” The door to Rowan's room slams open, Max stops dead in his tracks peering around the room. “Why the fuck would you take him out of our room? Do you know how much of an idiot you are?” August doesnt have time to react before Max’s hands are bundled in the front of his shirt, pulling him up to eye level.

“Hey, lets just calm down-”

“Shut up, ladyboy! this has nothing to do with you.” Max yells, Rowan takes a step back towards his bed, “You could have gotten me kicked out! Why would you leave? Whatever it was I was right there-”

“Stop!” Gray yells, standing up, Ipad and airpods abandoned, “It was my fault. I asked August to take me to the restroom because I couldn't wake you up!” Gray rubs at his tired eyes,

“Gray, Fuck dude. You know what I told you…” Max bends down to his brother's level letting go of August's shirt, He promptly backs away, knocking into Rowan in the process who places a leveled hand on his shoulder.

“What was I supposed to do? Pee on your floor?” Gray says, with a bit of sass in his voice, August is slightly amused,

“You drank a whole bottle of something to make you have to go, hmmm?” Max claps back, August can see the visible blush spread across the kids face,

“Hey! I'm sorry to break up…whatever this is but, It's two in the morning, I have 20 freshmen arriving in four hours and I promise not to tell anyone he is here, But can you get the fuck out of my room.” Rowan is already walking to the door, August goes first, purposely making eye contact with Rowan as he leaves his bag of soiled clothes hanging on the bathroom door handle, hoping He just washed them or tossed them.

Max stops when he gets to the door. August can feel his eyes running up and down his body, stopping on his legs.

“What the fuck is wrong with your pants? They look goofy as hell.” Max asks. August’s eyes fall to the group, meeting Grays for just a split second. He is caught. It's obvious. Anyone with half a brain would know why he is wearing Rowan's sweatpants.

“I got lost in the bathroom and he slipped on a puddle in the showers.” Gray says, taking a step forward in front of Max. August mouths ‘thank you’ to him as he passes by. He can only hope he isn't now indebted to owning miniature max any favors.

Waking up dry the next morning, or well, a few hours later is the only nice thing about waking up. He is immediately hit with the sound of chunky liquid splattering into a mental container of some sort. He opens his eyes to see Max, puking into his hydroflask…

“What the hell?” He jumps out of bed, almost forgetting about Gray, just barely missing stepping on him.

“Hnghh-hungover-sorry-” Max can barely get two words out before he is puking into the bottle again. August looks around for something else to hand him but the only trash cans in the room are mesh, not best for holding someone puke. “I’m going to huuuck- shower. Watch him and dont leave this room, get it?” Max gets up, taking the abused water bottle with him. August just hopes he tosses it at that point.

August looks down at Gray, who is still sound asleep. He decides to sit on his bed and scroll on tiktok, hoping Max won't take too long to shower. Thankfully, his prayers are answered when, gray still sound asleep, Max comes through the door, looking less green, way cleaner, with the pleasant smell of sausage and egg following him.

“Here-” He hands August a breakfast sandwich wrapped in a paper towel, all the while gently kicking Gray with his foot.

“Wake up idiot, it's already nine. Eat.” Gray groggily wakes up and takes the sandwich, and the carton of orange juice offered to him, groggily unwrapping the food and taking a sleepy bite.

“Max…” August didn't want to have this conversation, but he can't imagine anytime is a good time to talk about the elephant in the room.

“I know. I don't want to hear it from you. His mom comes back tomorrow. Then i'll send him home…just…help me watch him until then and i'll consider us even, or, i'll even owe you one.” August can almost detect an ounce of empathy and human emotion from Maxes tone so, he agrees, not like he was never gonna have the kid sent back to his drunk dad, who doesn't even feed him properly it seems.

Gray yawns, standing up and stretching his legs, rubbing his eyes to fully wake up, crumpling up the paper towel from his breakfast. “I gotta pee…” He looks up at His brother first then to August, who also has to pee, but has been dreading the idea of going outside the room, where he can hear its already busy with guys returning back for the start of the school year.

“Here, have at it.” August looks at Max with wide eyes as he hands his brother an empty water bottle from his desk. Max must notice August's shocked expression and take it as judgmental.

“Its not like he can fucking go out there! I was just in the shitter and it was crazy. Someone would see. So shut the fuck up and get out, give my little bro some privacy.” Before August can say anything, not that he really knows what to say, he is shoved out the door, his student card being chucked at him before the door is slammed and locked.

August makes his way down the stairs, slower than usual from all the people bringing in boxes and such to the higher floors. He doesn't even bother stopping by the bathroom, hearing a flush every so often he knows it wont work. Instead he resigns his fate and goes straight to Rowan's room, softly knocking.

“For the last time, No! I don't know how to work the air fryer in the lounge- oh! Hi August!” Rowman instantly looks relieved to see him, “finally, someone who doesn't look at me like i’m Cruella Devil. Wanna go shopping?” August motions to their entire floor filled with candles, hair styling tools of all different kinds, and one, large, red microwave in the middle of the small room.

“Uh-” August doesnt know what to say, but steps into the room anyways,

“Confiscated before they even made it to their rooms, funny, freshmen are so easy, if you ask to ‘borrow their straightener’ they hand it right over.” Roman laughed, kicking various straightener cords out of the way to get to his desk.

“I see now why they are afraid of you.” August doesnt sit down, or even move away from the door. He feels bad, suddenly, realizing he came here only to use the restroom, feeling like he is taking advantage of Rowan’s kindness. That still doesn't keep him from eyes up the bathroom door,

“Go piss girl.” Rowan says, seemingly catching on to August lingering glance at the bathroom.

“Sorry.” He ducking into the bathroom and quickly tries to relieve himself. He isn't as desperate as he was yesterday, so it doesn't come easy. He can hear Rowan out there, fiddling with his desk chair, but after some coaxing, he manages and for the first time in days, not even his underwear is wet. He feels embarrassed at how proud he is of that.

Walking out of the bathroom tho, he find Rowan sitting with his hands crossed over his chest,

“Uh oh, am I in trouble, dad?” He makes his way over to the bed, plopping down onto it.

“No…of course not but August. This can't keep happening. I love you, i've adopted you as my closted gay son of the school year but…you can’t only piss in my room…If you wanna talk to someone about getting a medical accommodation, i'll come with you...” August can tell Rowan is trying to make light of the situation, but he already knew he couldn't make a habit out of this…not really.

“Does this campus have cameras?” August asks, depending on Rowan's answer, he might have an easy solution.

“Like on every building, on every exit. None in the dorms though, for privacy laws or something, they can't.” That isn't the answer August wanted to hear.

“Guess pissing on a random tree isn't an option...” August wants to die. He can’t believe he is already in this type of situation, school hasn't even started yet. He cannot and will not become the weird outcast kid who has pee issues. He wants to actually have friends, besides Rowan and his crazy roommate.

“August…” He stands up. He doesn't want Rowan's sympathy, not right now at least. He has embarrassed himself enough in the last twelve hours,

“It's fine, Rowan, I can handle myself but…”

“If it's an emergency please don't hesitate to come here…” August goes to the door. Knowing he will now, always hesitate before coming here. To Rowan. And he can't even be mad. It's annoying to have someone barging in your private space when said person is refusing any help from adults. And it's not like Rowan can say no to a friend with their hands between their legs begging to let them use your bathroom, like last night. August decided then and there, he will come up with a fool proof solution to his problem once and for all…He cant put the stress of his anxiety on another person.

***

Unfortunately for August, the next time he found himself needing to pee was only a few hours later without a single idea of how and where that was going to happen. Luckily though, He had other things to worry about.

“No! I don't want to!” Gray kicked and all but screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Come on, you did it earlier without a problem.” Max looked just about done with his little brother. The two of them have been cooped up in this room for the better part of a day. August went and sat under a tree in the courtyard to clear his head of what happened this morning, only coming back to chaos. At first it was a lack of headphones that didn't hurt Gray's head, causing Max to have to sit and listen to some guy called Dream play minecraft on twitch for four hours. Now, it's a more alarming issue.

“That was when I was tired and didn't realize it was gross!” Gray literally bats the empty water bottle out from Max’s hands, it goes flying onto August’s side of the room, he stares at it, wishing he could grab it and just go inside it, but no, he couldn't…could he?

“I wanna go to the actual bathroom! It's not fair, you left to pee like, six times already!” August eyes widen at the embarrassing admission, Six times is a lot, Max also must know this as his demeanor changes.

“Fine!” he yells, storming over to his desk and slamming his headphones on. “Piss yourself for all I care, it's not like I had to get drunk to save your ass less than twenty-four hours ago.”

The room goes silent besides Max clicking away at his keyboard. If there is one thing August has learned, its Max might as well not exist in the small room when he is gaming. He can't hear anything with his headphones on and does not take well to being interrupted. August goes to roll over, to try and ignore his aching bladder, but he stops when he hears a muffled sniffling. He wants so badly to ignore it. So bad to just focus on his own problem and not some kid he doesn't know, but…he owes him for last night.

“Hey…” August gets out of bed and walks over to the kid, who is standing in the middle of the room, crying, aggressively wiping at his eyes.

“Hi.” He looks up, red rimmed and clearly annoyed at this current predicament.

“Max can be…a little…” August doesnt know what to say, mean? Is that mean? Rude? Not that worse than mean.

“A total dickass?” Gray blurts out. It takes all of August's willpower to not laugh, but he can't say he doesn't agree with the kids' statement. August looks up at at Max then back at Gray,

“Listen. You saw what happened to me last night…it's not fun to…have an accident. I don't think I ever thanked you for not telling your brother.” August whispers to the sobbing kid.

“I knew he wouldn't be cool about it. He has made fun of me before…it's not that he- He just, Ugh. I have to pee, please take me to the restroom.” August feels bad for the kid and he can more than sympathize.

“Would it help if me and your brother left the room?” August tries to think of what would make him most comfortable, and being alone definitely would help.

“Maybe, but…the bottle…its…” August can tell the kids want to say something but he is hesitating, looking back at his brother then back at him.

“Is it a secret? Wanna whisper it so Dickass doesn't hear?” August gets a chuckle out of the kid, who nods. He bends down so his ear is right next to the kid's mouth.

“The bottle didn't work earlier. It got all over my legs and… hands…I didn't tell Max because I was afraid he would make fun of me.” August feels the gears click into place. It makes sense. He definitely didn't have the best of aim when he was in middle school, at that it is embarrassing to admit. August looks around, His eyes lock on his hydro flask, that it is sitting atop a paper towel as if its been washed out and it drying, cap set just to the side.

“I think I can help with that.” August, begrudgingly, walks up to Max’s desk and grabs the bottle, in turn, making Max take off his headphones and give him a disgusted look.

“Hey!…I only washed that fuckin thing with a tide pod in the laundry room sink…it should be like bleached before you drink out of it.”

“Here. It's fine, I was gonna toss it anyway, it has a big opening, see. Come on dic- I mean Max, I need to talk to you in the hallway.” Max looks at his brother then back at August, with a less then please look on his face, but eventually, he gets up and follows August to the hallway.

“What?” Max says the second the door is closed,

“Huh?” August looks at him confused,

“Don't ‘huh’ me? You're the one who wanted to talk to me out here.” August rolls his eyes, he can now add dense to the list of stereotypical stupid bad boy stereotypes this guy lives up to.

“You really don't know why we're out here?” August asks, Max, annoyingly shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“You were really gonna let your little brother wet his pants?” August can't believe those words are coming out of his mouth, and to his roommates of all people right now, but under these circumstances, he feels like he has to.

“He is a smart kid. He won't piss himself, he isn't a baby!” Max seems offended, August can't begin to fathom why.

“Being smart has nothing to do with when you have to take a piss...If I didn't give him my water bottle, he would have! by the way, thanks for ruining it, not like I didn't have a sentimental attachments to any of those stickers from my home town or anything!””

“Gray is…” Max’s eyes go wide, as if all the moving parts just clicked into place.

“Yeah, news flash, A thirteen year old might have trouble pissing into the opening of an arrowhead water bottle, especially if they are half asleep!”

“Fuck. He crawled back into bed after you left and didn't move for hours…did he…you know,?” Max motions to his pants, August cringes, but knows what he is asking.

“I think so… he didn't give me all the details okay…I shouldn't even be telling you but, he probably shouldn't keep wearing those pants and his underwear.” August knows sitting in even a little bit of piss can be really irritating, it's not comfortable.

“Stay here and lock the door… I gotta call his mom.” Max disappears down the hallway, August, who did a very good job of acting like he wasn't just terrified for his life, immediately throws his hands between his legs, slipping in the door of the room before anyone can see him.

“Hey thanks for th-oh.” August immediately stops wiggling around when he remembers the whole reason he was in the hallway, the kid. The kid who is holding his capped hydro flask, staring at him doing a potty dance for the second time in the day he has known him.

“No worries, just leave it by the door. I'll throw it out later.” August cringes at how forced his voice sounds, not that it's not completely obvious he is having a situation…

“It's not full, I mean- I didn't, you can… I'll hide in your closet.” August can't believe he is even considering it, but he is.

“You can't tell your brother, please, It's- I have, it's a long story.” August says wiggling in place over to snatch up his water bottle.

“Airpod are noise canceling…I know you- I heard you tell that girl about your problems at your old school.”

“Rowan is a boy and-” Gray cuts him off,

“Go potty, it can wait!” August waits for Gray to close the wardrobe doors, immediately uncapping the bottle and shuffling over to the farthest corner of the room. Cringing at being told to ‘go potty’.

“Please, please.” He begs his body to cooperate just this once. He pulls himself out, aligning his dick with the top of the bottle, seeing that it is indeed not too full, less the half it should hold majority of what he is holding, if any would come out. “No, come on. Nobody is here.” August pleads to himself, second later, a small, painful stream starts to exit his body.

His stream starts to pick up momentum. The tinny splashing noise it makes going into the bottle makes him slightly self conscious, but he doesn't care, he doesnt care at all until he hears a knock at the door.

“It's me.” fuck. August thinks to himself, trying to cut off his stream, but now that he is going, like actually, he can’t stop. “Hello? Can you let me in”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” August doesnt know what to do, Suddently the wardrobe door opens. Gray comes out, with his hands covering his eyes. August tucks himself rather into the corner, trying to just finishing peeing,

“No. I’m mad at you.” Gray shouts back on the other side of the room.

“Gray, Where is August? August let me in!” Max pounds again, August stream has slowed down, not because he is near empty, but because of the voice, people talking. But he cant stop it, it would hurt and he doesn't know when he will have this chance again.

“He has headphones on and is in bed, he can't hear you.” August doesn't want to focus on what the two brothers are saying, but he is and he can't help but agree that Max was right, August is a smart kid.

“Come on, Gray. I’m sorry I got mad, you know what dealing with dad does to me…and alcohol.” Gray takes a step closer to the door,

“Yeah, I know what alcohol does to you. That's why you should have known I wasn't lying when I said I needed to pee.” August wonders what gray means by that, but he doesn't dwell on it, feeling his bladder finally run dry. He caps the bottle, tucking himself back into his pants.

August sets the now full, hydroflask down by the door, bidding it the weirdest farewell, since he is for sure throwing it out the second he has a chance. He taps Gray's shoulder, mouthing the most sincere thank you he can, before jumping in bed, and throwing on his own noise canceling headphones.

“I know you weren't lying and I was a dick, now let me in. I have good news.” August turns away when Gray opens the door, he doesn't have any music playing so he hears Max call him names before he feels his leg being shoves, he turns around and tries to act normal.

“Get up. We have to make this place look…not like this.” Max motions around the room, the various cans and bottles all over the place (on mostly max’s side) and the blankets on the floor.

“Why?” August asks, sliding his headphones off into his lap.

“Gray’s mom is on her way here.” August swallows. He doesn't know why, but he gets the idea that this woman, gray moms, not Max’s mom, as he keeps clarifying, is a scary woman.

“First, I guess ill run this down to the dumpster- Oh holy fuck!” August nor Gray can stop Max before he picks up the hydro flask, the extremely full hydro flask that to his knowledge his little, very little brother filled up.

“Damn little bro, impressive. Are you sure your underpants are dry?” Max teases, Gray laughs making eye contact with August, who's underpants and in fact not dry. But Gray already knows enough of his secrets. August gets to work tidying his side of the room, wondering what chaos his roommate is gonna bring him into next.

[homo-rashi]

Roommates (Original Work) Ch 2.

Caught (contains Omorashi)

Read it on my Ao3 here: Link

August knew he had to move fast. The average laundry cycle for something like bedding if he wanted them to be completely dry he estimated would take around 45-ish minutes. Less time maybe if he decided to make up two dryers to speed things up.

Having absolutely nothing to go on time wise for how long dinner or any meal took at this school, August was in full blown panic mode. He first stripped out of his wet clothes, wrapping them up inside of his dirty sheets. He quickly took one of his face towels from his toiletries stash and poured out some of his leftover water from his hydro flask and quickly washed off his legs and crotch before lipping on his loosest and most comfy pajamas. He deemed himself clean enough to leave his room, but not before sliding on his shower sandals and grabbing his shower caddy.

He managed to get out the door with his bedding folded up as neatly as time allowed, with most of the wetness concealed incase he passed by anyone within ten minutes. Thankfully, He remembers the way to the laundry room without getting lost. He picks the first machine he sees and shoves his sheet inside, clothes and all. There is no time to separate colors from whites. He is just glad he wore light gray boxers instead of his favorite red ones because his sheets being stained pink suddenly would be a dead giveaway.

He closed the washer and went to press the button to start it when he realized the machine did not start. At first he panicked that maybe the washing machines aren't working when school isn't in season, but he quickly realized that was nonsense, especially when he took three seconds to look at the small black lettering decaled onto the machine.

‘Tap student card to add funds’ He read it over half a dozen times hoping he misread it because, what in the name of god is a student card? August looked around frantically, hoping this laundry room was like a peter piper pizza and there would be a little machine he could shove cash into that would in turn spit out an illusive student card, but alas he only found more machines, all of which have the same decal.

In his frantic search he did notice that all of the dryers seem to be free, no scary black lettering in sight. He stood there for a moment contemplating it…If he dried his sheet they would probably still smell… He did drink a lot, and is always fairly hydrated so it's not like the sheets are stained, just wet. He could simply wash them tomorrow and deal with the slight smell by burning one of his aunts incense tonight. It would certainly give him enough time to actually, properly shower himself…

He makes the decision, grabbing his wet things from the washing machine and chucking them into the closest dryer. He could have thanked jesus himself when the dryer kicked on upon pressing the button. He paused for a second, thinking about the seven stages of grief he just went through.

“Everything okay here?” He jumps, actually jumps in the air at the high-pitched voice echoing in the white and green tiled room.

“F-fine! I'm fine, I mean yeah everythings fine, Just doing some laundry!” August turns around and is met with a familiar face, yet looking a lot more confused than before.

“Oh, August right? I was worried it was one of my kids attempting to use a washing machine for the first time.” Rowen walks in and leans against one of the washers, seemingly looking around at all of them, “um, August…How did you do laundry without a student card? I mean, you have one, it's just your ID that should have been given to you with your Uniform, but you can't load money on it during the weekends, not during summer at least.”

August looks down at the washers then back up at the dryer, thinking on hit feet, but this time taking a second to actually think out his lie, unlike before with the whole jetlag debacle,

“I'm just using the dryer! You know, fluffing my clothes and stuff before I put them away. They got so wrinkled.” August thinks he sounded convincing. Rowan just smiles at him in return, looking between August and the Shower caddy he is still clutching in his left hand.

“Oh okay! Do you want me to keep watch while you shower? It looks like you came prepared this time.” Rowan laughs, August looks between him and the Dryer, He really does want to shower, and if Rowan says things need to be watched, does that mean people steal from the dryers at this school? August cringes at the thought of someone opening the dryer and smells the warmed up piss smell he doubts the random old dryer sheet he saw inside and didn't remove before throwing his things in helped much.

“Shouldn't you be at dinner?” August asks, because genuinely the reason he was so spooked is because Max made it seem like if you miss a meal here, you go hungry.

“RA privileges, we get to take it to-go because you know we have duties to attend to… but In my case i just wanted to watch the new season of Queer Eye on the big common room TV while nobody is around to request we watch something else. Really it's fine, go shower.”

“If you wouldn't mind then, I promise I'll be quick!” August takes his leave, feeling so much better knowing it wasn't really putting Rowan off to have to do so. August feels a weird sense of relief, knowing for sure that not everyone at this place is as homophobic as his roommate. Nobody who is homophobic watched past the first season of the Queer Eye reboot.

The showers are big, Thankfully. There are alot of stalls, August goes for one at the farthest end of the showers, just in case someone comes in. He is more than eager to wash off. The wash cloth helped but nothing gets you really clean until you can use soap and running hot water.

August steps into the shower and turns it on. The hot waters hit him and before he can ever start scrubbing himself, he is peeing. He does his best to aim it down the drain just in case someone sees the water being slightly yellow under the stall door. Out of all his issues, this one is the most non-issue and also, completely not caused by his anxiety.

Water makes him involuntarily pee. It's been this way ever since he was a baby. When his mom was potty training him apparently, He was having trouble relaxing and letting go…Similarly to his other issues. His mom didn't know it was anything to do with being shy. She just thought it was because August didn't know how to pee properly yet, So she would let him sit his hand in warm-ish water until he let go.

The irony of later finding out that his mom did in fact pavlov doghim into having this issue was not something he wasn't happy about, but in comparison to pissing the bed and everything else wrong with him, This was easy. Sure he wasn't allowed in public swimming pools, at least ones where people knew about his problem and showering with other people will always be awkward, but everyone pees in the shower and the pool and the ocean so it could be worse. He has only accidentally triggered this particular issue two times outside of being submerged in water.

The first time was in science class in 7th grade. They had been working with some sort of chemical that kids probably shouldn't have been, but in the name of education, it was allowed. August has a best friend at that time. He was a foreign exchange kid from South Korea. Didn't speak a word of english, but they both had Diary of a Wimpy kid folders and bonded over that.

When August accidentally got some of the chemical on his hands, the teached forced him to sit at the hand wash station and flush the stinging part of his hand for ten minutes…It only took about two minutes for him to start peeing. Thankfully, Pyeong noticed and thought fast, promptly shoving August into the chemical shower and pulling the rope to activate it. The initaly got in trouble because August couldn't think of an excuse (lie) as to why Pyeong did it. But once someone got there who could translate for the kid, He was told that Pyeong noticed some of it got on August jeans and thought he needed to act fast.

The second time it happened, August didn't have Pyeong to save him. It was last year. Freshman year. An awkward time for everyone, Specifically, Highscoolers who are forced to take swim in replacement of regular gym. At this point, August has successfully hid the fact that he still struggled with this particular issue from his parents. It was that hard really, they didnt often pay attention to him when they would go to the ocean and he was too old to shower with them, obviously.

He figured it would be a bit of an issue at the pool, but also figured he wouldn’t be the only person peeing in the pool… He was wrong. Five minutes into his first swim session and the water around his person clouded up to be a deep shade of blue. He also learned that that supposed ‘fake chemical’ everyone on line swears is an old wives tale, is very much real, and very much was in his school pool.

He got scolded of course. He swore it was a one time thing and was let off the hook relatively easily. But then it kept happening. He would pee before he got into the pool, but once his bladder filled even a little, the water would make him release, surrounding him with the humiliating and incriminating cloud of blue. After the third time, He was in big trouble.

They actually threatened to expel him on grounds of purposely endangering his classmates, to which he caved and told them the truth. They didn't believe him, of course but once he called his mom and also came clean to her. She cleared things up and even had proof that a doctor once told them it was an ‘uncontrollable physiological response.’ August ended up getting off scot-free, except his file now had a section about how he shouldn't be allowed to bodies of water….A minimal punishment for apparently pissing on his entire class multiple times.

August scrubs away, letting the steam of the shower take away all of his problems. He washes his hair while he is at it. With how sweaty today got him he is glad he has the extra time to do it. Thirty minutes later and he feels like a new man. Feeling like he got away with the weirdest thing he has ever had to do, He dries off and gets re-dressed, making his way back to the laundry room.

The calm coolness the shower provided him with completely melts away when he walks into the laundry room to see Rowan, holding up his jeans from the dryer and inspecting them.

“What are you doing?” He asks, Calmly, as calmly as he can.

“Aren't these the jeans you were wearing earlier?” August can’t deny it, so he just shrugs, “And why fluff your bedding, it's just gonna get wrinkle-” Rowan sticks a hand into the dryer and pulls out one of the sheets, The rubber, waterproof sheet and freezes.

“They were stuffy too, probably sat on that only mattress for the entire summer till I got here, not if you will excuse me!” August grabs the sheet from their hands, not bothering to fold it. The second it's in his arms, he smells it, It's worse than before. A burt, ammonia smell that very distinctly is human pee. He looks up at Rowan, whose expression has softened,

“Hey, you can use my student card to wash these properly…It's really okay, It happens-”

“No! I mean,it's fine! They weren't that stuffy, I can just wash them properly with my own money tomorrow, Thanks though.” August ducks past them, grabbing his remaining items out of the machine and pretty much darting out there. August doesnt look back because Rowan knows. He knows that August pissed the bed. He knows that he planned on just sleeping in dried hot piss sheets and offered to help, and August kept lying and ran off like an idiot.

He should have taken up their offer, lied to Max instead, saying he spilled a drink or lotion on his sheets or something and then just hidden the rubber sheet in the wardrobe, resigning him to a night of no sleep so he did not piss the mattress but no. He didn't do that, he ran away leaving any chance of him not being a social outcast at this school up to some guy he met four hours ago.

He makes his bed in record time, the whole while realizing that its smells and its bad. He panics, thinking Max would be back any second. He frantically lights a the bundle of incense his Aunt got him, Shoving the ends of all the sticking into one of Max’s empty cans, figuring he could just say he didn't know it wasn't alloseed if Max gets mad, but he has a feeling he's not the type to care about a dumb candle rule.

The lavender scent is strong. It fills up the whole room in an instant, hiding any and all piss smell. August lies back on his bed to make sure its not noticeable. If he shoves his face directly into his sheets, its there, but Max would not be doing that, so he felt content with his job. He closed his eyes, finally feeling like he could relax.

* * *

August’s eyes shoot open to the loud sound of screeching and flashing lights filling the now dark room. He instantly shoots out of bed, feeling himself and the comforter below him, Thankfully it's dry.

“This isn't a drill, boys! Get out and get to the football field!” August swiftly starts moving, not really knowing what is happening, he throws on his shower shoes because its faster then his sneakers and opens the door,

“Whoa? What the fuck in going on?” Max is right in front of the door when he opens it, “Jesus, Were you smoking in here?” Max starts to fan the air around him.

“What- oh no!” August runs over to the can on Max’s desk and sees all the inscenes is almost burnt out. “Fuck, I lit this insense my aunt gave me.”

“What the actual fuck, you realise you are only supposed to, I dont know, lite one single fucking stick!” Max yells, grabbing the incense from the can and tapping out the orange tips on the bottom of his boot, shoving them into his pants pocket.

“Go, I’ll fuckin handle this, but you will owe me.” August just nods and follows the commotion in the hallway until he is outside on the football field.

“Okay! Buddy up! I’ll be coming around to take roll, stick with your roommate to make things easier!” August hears the familiar voice, and of course it's Rowan, making their way down the rows of guys, all of which have two people besides him.

“Okay, Where is Maxwell?” Rowan stops in front of him,looking tired and stressed.

“Um, Where are the Other R.A’s aren't you just incharge of the freshman?” August asks, not knowing really what to do, Max isn't here because he is ‘dealing’ with the incense.

“All the other RA’s went home for the summer, besides yours but he isn't back yet because our curfew is an hour later than yours. Where is Maxwell?” Rowan asks the second time in a more serious manner, tapping on his clipboard with the end of his pencil.

“I-I…” August doesnt know what to say, he doesn't know of a lie to tell, so he doesn't, He cant anymore, He is tired and emotional and annoyed that this was all his fault. He learns over Rowan bringing a hand up to rest on his chest so he can steady himself in the dark to whisper in their ear, But instantly, he pulls it away, feeling something he did not expect to feel.

“um-I- shit. Pretend you didn't just do that…” August nods, but proceeds to lean into them without touching their chest or well, boobs this time.

“I fuckin, I lit an inscense or maybe ten of them because fuck, I know your secret and i’m not gonna tell anyone so please dont tell anyone this please-” August pulls away actually tears starting to form in his eyes, “It smelled like piss in my room and It was the only way I could get rid of it, you know who my roommate is right? Does he seem like the type of guy who wouldn't tease me if he knew i-”

“Gotcha, got it. Don't worry I wont tell but, I still need to know where Maxwell is and…The fire department is gonna search the dorms so you might still get in trouble…I’m sorry.” August pulls away from his ear,

“Max is well, he is dealing with the evidence right now…” August says looking back towards the dorms, surprised to see a sliver of light flood out from the front doors for just a second.

“Sorry! Sorry! I was taking a dump when the alarm sounded.” August could see in under the slight illumination of the moon, Max throwing him two thumbs ups.

“Okay, looks like everyone in here, We can go back inside once the fireman give us the okay,-” Rowan leans over and whispers in Max’s ear, loud enough for August to hear “If I wake up tomorrow and the bathroom is flooded because you flushed ten incense down our 250 year old pipes, your gonna be on cleaning duty for entire semester.” Rowan walks away, heading over to a few adults who had made it over from wherever August assumed they sleep.

“What the fuck? You told manboobs about it? Why?!” Max gently punched August in the stomach. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to alert August to a feeling his mind must have been blocking out with adrenalin. He has to pee.

“What time is it?” He asks, ignoring Max’s question completely.

“Fuck, like, past midnight. I think I left where I was at like eleven but it took me a whale to get back on campus.” August ignores all the questions he has about where Max was, that it took him an hour to get back to the school and what he was doing, or the transphobic nickname he used Rowan, He to far too focused on the fact that he last peed at seven, when he was in the shower and now it's nearing midnight, possibly one in the morning. That's too long for him, way too long.

“Hey, was it easy to sneak in and out of the bathroom? I gotta take a piss.” August says, He doesn't have time to lie and devise some plan that won't work out anyways, He doesn't want a repeat of earlier but worse.

“Hah, good luck. I only just managed to make it out without getting caught. Hold it.” Max turns away and walks off, leaving a hostile energy behind. August doesnt have time to worry about that now. His first order of business is taking care of him before his body does it for him. He scans the crowd for the only other face he will recognize, His eyes meet with Rowan, and immediately he hates that he has to bring this issue up with them again.

“Hey, what's up?” they both shimmied through the crowd to get to each other, August immediately clammed up. “If its about the incense, I'm not mad. I don't think you could have hurt anyone, it was just the smoke-”

“That's not it! I-I mean I do feel really bad about it but, I also, I feel really really bad because I have to…” August cannot say it. He cant admit to it knowing what Rowan knows. So he just crosses his legs and wiggles his hips and little, hoping Rowan picks up on his genuine potty dance.

“Oh, um, I don't think I was ever told what to do in this situation, hold on-” August grabs his arm just as he is about to turn away. “I’m not kidding when I say I don't have time for you to follow the rules. I need help.” Rowan pauses before nodding. Grabbing his arm and moving through the crowd.

“Thank you.” August says quietly as the loudness of the other boys fades into the distance, He shoves his free hand into his pocket to discreetly hold himself so he can keep up with Rowan. Before he knows it they stop in front of a smaller brick building. Behind the dorm.

“The headmaster knows…so she lets me use the single stall bathroom in the teachers dorm. Nobody is supposed to know about this because nobody is supposed to know about me, so make it quick and never mention this to anyone, got it.” August senses the first tinge of anger in Rowan's voice but doesn't linger on, nodding and frantically reaching for the door handle.

The teacher dorms are much smaller, and He easily spots the restroom upon walking in the door. Thankfully Rowan doesn't try to follow him this time and he is in front of the toilet in a matter of seconds, pulling himself out and letting go with ease. Knowing nobody else should be using this toilet besides the teacher and well Rowan, eases his mind. He tucks himself back in, feeling pleased that his boxers don't even feel that damp. He walk back out knowing how badly this all could have ended if he didn't reach out to Rowan.

“Hey, thanks you have no idea-” August is cut off by Rowan grabbing his arm,

“I wasn't kidding, if you tell anyone I'm trans, you're dead! You hear me? I know you probably think it funny or even weird you touched my actual tit, but It's not. I'm not joking when I say this stays between us, its not some j-”

“Jesus! Rowan, Im fucking gay!” August pulls his arm back from their grasp, “I won't tell, I mean, even if I was a transphobic, homophobic asshole like Max, you have so much worse stuff on me after tonight…, Not to mention now you know I’m just as much hiding in the closet as you are…I won't tell.” He ends his rant with a smile, that is thankfully mirrored by Rowan.

“Wait…Why do you think Max is Homophobic?” August starts walking with Rowan, explaining the conversation he overherd earlier, both of them easily slipping back into the crowd without being notice.