A/n: So I already had this one mostly written so I finished it. Here's a one to hold ya'll over until I finish a few of the bigger prompts💪😆

Also, Ik I just did a Roman centric one. But It just kinda happened.

This is just basic school omo btw. The ending's rushed bc I got bored💀

Virgil was bored.

...Yeah, Nothing good ever came from that. Of course he was bored though, he was at school, and in math class. At eight in the morning. Nobody liked a first period math class.

He drummed his fingers against his arm, not wanting to get in trouble for doing it against the desk again—nervous habit.

"Virgil? I don't understand this, do you have any idea what's going on?" He turned around to find the source of the voice, which of course was Patton. Virgil loved his best friend to death, but he really wasn't that bright with math.

"Yeah, sure which problem?" Virgil questioned. He himself wasn't an expert—but he had a pretty good grasp on it.

"Um..all of it?" Patton said, unsure of himself.

Virgil snorted, "alright get over here, let's do this..." he skimmed over the work Patton had already erased and rewritten about ten times by the looks of it, "okay, see you're getting a fraction as an answer because you're misinterpreting the problem. And when you move this value over to the other side, you're supposed to change the sign. Basically think back to middle school—I have no idea why we're doing all this grade school stuff."

"Because of people like me who can't pick it up" Patton pouted, looking over the problem again, "and that makes so much sense! Thanks, son!"

"I'm no—you know what, never mind. You're welcome, dad" Virgil joked.

Patton squealed and started doing the problem again, showing it to Virgil when he finished.

Virgil squinted, "how are you writing numbers in cursive?"

"Pure skill" Patton shrugged.

"It must be...oh, and you got it right by the way. Good job" Virgil said, "now just remember that for these next ones, they get more complex as you go."

Patton nodded, "okay...i've got this!"

"Remember, the lines that are equal on the circumcenter and incenter are different—here, do you want me to highlight it for you?"

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While Patton certainly was entertaining and made math class a lot more bearable, he  just couldn't wait to get out of that class. He was always particularly excited for first period to end because he had Roman in all of his other classes.

He got in his seat just as the bell rung, and let out a breath, getting to biology was always a heart attack, because of the no nonsense teacher they had.

"Hey Roman" Virgil greeted his boyfriend, what's up?"

He shrugged, "nothing much. Um, work. Work is up" he mumbled.

Virgil raised a brow, "something wrong?"

"Mmm...nope. Nah, i'm okay" he said, flashing his signature(fake)smile and turning around to listen to their teacher's lecture.

Virgil sighed, grabbing his own notes and copying down the nonsense that was on the board. Of course they had to make punnet squares even more complex and add sixteen boxes. He couldn't care to pay attention though. The day was going by far too slowly for his liking. He figured he could space out for a while and figure it out later.

Silently, Virgil began to observe Roman's body language. He couldn't help it—his eyes kept on drifting back to Roman, whose posture was tense and hunched over, fidgeting. Yeah, something was definitely off.

His foot was in constant motion, tapping against the ground, and his knees were bouncing up and down. He was half paying attention to the lesson really, seeming to be focused on something else entirely.

His fidgeting seemed to be getting worse as the minutes ticked by, and by the time they finished the notes and were in a place where they could quietly chat with each other, Virgil reached over his desk and tapped Roman's shoulder with his pencil's eraser, "Babe. Are you sure you're okay? Are you feeling sick?"

Roman sighed, running a stressed hand through his hair, "No. I'm fine."

Virgil gave him a look that told him he didn't believe him at all so he elaborated, "i'm okay, I just..." he lowered his voice a little, "I like, really, really need to pee."

"Oh" Virgil said, reevaluating Roman's body language, discovering a newfound interest in himself at the way Roman's thighs tensed together around himself, and watching intently as a a hand slipped into his pocket, probably to hold himself.

And boy, was he glad he hadn't worn his skinny jeans that day, "So...why don't you just use the bathroom then?" Virgil asked.

"I—I asked in first period class but my teacher told me it was too early for me to possibly need to go, but I was up all night doing homework and had a lot of coffee—anyways, so they told me to wait until second period. But of course, this buildings bathrooms are down, and Ms. Shannon won't give me a pass to let me go to building four to go, so I have to wait until third" Roman said.

Virgil frowned, trying to push away the feeling of interesg coursing inside of him, thinking about Roman being completely and utterly desperate for the bathroom, but being denied permission. He didn't know why he was so infatuated with this, perhaps he was just really bored—he felt kind of mean, hoping that Roman wouldn't be able to go, "dang..that sucks, dude...are you..uh, do you think you're going to make it?"

Virgil almost smirked when Roman's entire face went red and his voice rose ten octaves, "of course I will!" He hissed, "i'm eighteen! Not five!"

"You know Mrs. Santiago doesn't let anybody go during her class, right?" Virgil questioned, referring to their next period teacher, "because it's a lunch period."

"We literally have last lunch!" Roman groaned, sighing deeply, "maybe she'll make an exception.

'I hope she doesn't' Virgil thought, "i'm sure she will..hey, second period is almost over, it'll be okay."

"I don't understand her! She claims we have enough time to go between classes, but we literally don't" Roman stressed, "we have four minutes, and her class is on the other side of the school from here."

"I know, it's so stupid" Virgil said, rolling his eyes, "hoes just mad because her ass got divorced. I wonder why."

Roman snorted, "and she still has us call her 'Mrs.' Like, girl I'm sorry you're just Ms now."

"For real!" Virgil exclaimed, putting his folder into his book bag, "the bell's about to ring, maybe if we get there before the tardy bell rings she'll let you go."

Roman nodded, making a beeline for the door as soon as the bell rang. Virgil followed closely behind, watching his boyfriend intently as he ran with an urgency. By the time they got there Virgil was out of breath. Roman walked really fast.

"May I use the restroom? It's urgent" Roman said quickly, before he was even at the door.

"You know my rules, Roman" Mrs Santiago sighed, "you can go during lunch."

"But-!"

"No. Go sit down" she said harshly, "if you're not in your seat when the bell rings i'm marking you tardy."

"But building two's bathrooms were shut down! I couldn't—"

"If you keep on arguing with me, then instead of tardy i'll mark it absent" she seethed, "go during lunch. You're a legal adult, you should be able to hold it."

Roman glared at the floor, "yes ma'am" he said through gritted teeth.

Despite how much Virgil was enjoying this, he was kind of mad at Mrs Santiago, "what a bitch" he said as he sat down in his desk next to Roman, "you're a legal adult you should be able to hold it" he mocked, "as a legal adult I think you can also tell when you need to piss."

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After lunch Virgil noticed Roman's excessive squirming hadn't gone away. He very obviously still needed to go.

"Mrs. Santiago? May I use the restroom?" Roman asked, shooting his hand up, eyes going wide.

"No. You should have gone during lunch" the woman said irritably, "wait until next block."

"Why didn't you go during lunch?!" Virgil hissed quietly after getting his attention.

"I'm in the student council. We had important to do, I didn't have any time! They whisked me off into the library and we spent the whole lunch period brainstorming" Roman whispered.

"Dude, that sucks" Vigil mumbled back, "is it...really bad?"

Roman huffed, "of course it's really bad! I mean—I could certainly hold it for another hour or two if I had to. But it's so uncomfortable. I really cannot focus."

"It'll be okay. Just ten minutes left and you can go on fourth period" Virgil said.

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Yeah, that had not been the case.

Roman did ask, he raised his hand as soon as he was in his seat, but was met with a sharp "why didn't you go at lunch?"

His explanation wasn't worthy enough for Mr. Jackson though, so he had to sit through another class period and wait. Virgil was absolutely loving it. His fun was soon to end after school though.

Then an announcement came on over the intercom.

'Attention all teachers and students! The water pipes on the campus are being replaced. Please do not use any water fountains, sinks, or restrooms for the remainder of the day. Thank you."

Virgil's eyes widened in fear and excitement. Fear because oh, poor Roman was in so much torment, but excitement because oh, Roman was in so much torment, and now he wouldn't be able to use the restroom after class.

He continued to watch Roman. Watch him squirm and fumble, just barely focusing on his schoolwork in favor of clenching every muscle in his body so that he wouldn't leak out.

Once fourth period's ending five minute mark hit, Roman was in agony. It hurt so bad, every time he shifted the liquid sloshed uncomfortably inside of him. He had to pee so bad his stomach hurt. He shook as he looked down. Yep. His bladder was large and distended.

And Virgil was absolutely loving every second of it. Watching Roman desperate was making him a little over excited.

The bell rang and Virgil was quick to collect all of his things, "come
on, we can sit in the back of the bus."

Roman nodded, hurriedly following behind Virgil, cringing as every step sent a surge of overwhelming desperation through his coursing bladder.

They quickly sat in the back of the bus, Virgil allowing Roman to take the window seat. Roman was very quick to take off his jacket and place it over his lap so he could hold himself. He whimpered as the bus began to move, and laid his head on Virgil's shoulder, "I—I just have to go so bad...I haven't peed all day."

"I know, I know homey...just a few more minutes and we'll be at your house, okay?" Virgil asked reassuringly.

Roman nodded, pulling his knees up to his chest, writhing in his seat. His eyes went wide as a spurt of hot liquid shot out of him. He sat up straighter and gasped lightly.

"Virgil....?" Roman got out slowly, eyes wide with a death grip on his crotch. His body was still as stone, a stark contrast from the intense squirming he was doing just seconds before, "I—I don't think i'm going to make it" he admitted.

"No—no, you will. You can make it" Virgil said gently, "look, See? Your house is two stops away. Just two. Come on, let's go."

"Okay..okay okay okay" Roman hissed, "mmmph....my boxers are absolutely soaked" he whispered.

"We can still save your pants, come on" Virgil said as the bus approached Roman's house.

Virgil wanted nothing more than to trace his fingers across Roman's very full, very big bladder. To ask him to hold on for just a little while longer—he knew it was evil. He knew it was unfair to ask that of him when he was dying for a restroom all day. But he just couldn't help it.

As soon as the bus stopped at Roman's house, they shot up and practically threw themselves off of the bus. The walk to the front was agonizing, but as soon as he got off, he was making a beeline for the front door. He could feel it—his control was slipping. He could feel his thighs growing warmer, knowing that a dark patch was growing spreading across his jeans.

He reached for the doorknob and turned it, finally ready to run to the bathroom and use it—but there was one problem.

The door was locked.

He knocked frantically on the door and rung the bell about seven times, only to hear maniacal laughter on the other side of the door.

"Remus!" Virgil screamed, pounding on the door, "open up, now! We need to get inside!"

"Noooo~" Remus singsonged, a sinister laugh bubbling up in his throat.

"Remus, please!" Romana exclaimed,
beginning to sob quietly, because he was going. His bladder was impatient, he'd waited far too long for its liking, "please just let me in!"

He hissed, doubling over and grabbing at his crotch. There was no use in stopping it though. His spray hissed against his jeans and ran down his legs, soaking his outfit thoroughly until a puddle began to form on the concrete.

"Why are you crying?" Remus asked, immediately stopping the teasing to open the door. The sight in front of him took him by such surprise he had to slap himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"R-Remus!" Roman hiccuped, "why did you do that?!" He sobbed, but he couldn't figure out if it was from the pain, humiliation or relief.

Virgil watched intently as Roman's large bladder deflated, and he emptied it all over himself. The puddle beneath him was large, constantly growing bigger as his stream continued heavily into his jeans.

"Roman! You're pissing yourself!" Remus exclaimed in shock, "bro, I'm so sorry" he said in a panic.

"Remus! I had to—to go so bad all day and none of the teachers would let me!" He sobbed as his stream slowly trickled off and he was left dripping on the concrete steps of his porch.

"Come on Ro, let's just get you all cleaned up, yeah?" Virgil asked, taking his hand.

"D-don't touch me! I'm so disgusting! I'm sorry Virgil, I really thought I could hold it, and now you think—"

"Hey, baby, I don't think anything except for the fact that that was the sexiest thing i've ever seen in my entire life. I've been watching you all day" he admitted, flushing brightly, "now how about we go and get you all cleaned up, hm? Remus can deal with the mess."

"Fair" Remus shrugged.

Roman wiped his eyes, "seriously? Hot?"

"Oh yeah, definitely a piss kink" Virgil smirked.

Roman laughed, "sh—shut up! You're just saying that!"

"I dunno, you kept me on my toes all day" he joked.

To say the least, Virgil was no longer bored.

A/n: Idk why I wrote this, especially since I try to stay away from the spicier side of things

But

It happened, so.

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