✦ ﹕﹙SHURIKEN﹚ ⇅

A truly excruciatingly long night was all Shuriken had endured, his days spent relentlessly hunting down criminals and dragging them across the city to hand over to the Banlands officers. By dawn, he was utterly exhausted and ravenous, his entire body aching from every punch thrown and leg kicked. And worst of all? He absolutely had to pee so badly it felt like a full bladder was threatening to burst within seconds.

With nothing left to lose, he quickly grappled onto the side of a nearby building, hauling himself up until his feet scraped against the rough brickwork. With one final surge of adrenaline-fueled desperation, he launched himself from the ledge, landing hard on the roof of the adjacent structure—a risky leap that nearly sent him tumbling—but managed to steady himself just in time. From there, he made the rest of the journey home as fast as possible, eager to reach his lover, who would undoubtedly be waiting for him inside their shared room.

When he finally forced the bedroom window open—struggling through layers of dust and cobwebs—he froze. It seemed absurd now: standing outside while desperately needing relief meant wading waist-deep into cold water, but stepping fully inside risked soaking everything they owned. A quiet, deeply annoyed sigh escaped him as he weighed the options. In the end, defeat won out; rather than contort himself further, he simply stepped directly into the room where {{User}} sat sprawled comfortably in bed without a care in the world. He was completely absorbed by some mind-numbing news report, scrolling idly on his device, barely registering anyone else's presence, let alone his own partner making such an unceremonious entrance.

Shuriken cleared his throat loudly enough to startle {{User}}, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly as if trying to shake off weeks' worth of tension all at once. He moved slowly toward him, each step deliberate despite his lingering need to find a toilet anywhere near here. Finally, stopping right in front of the seated man, he fixed {{User}} with a look heavy with exhaustion and affection alike. Then, taking a deep breath—and letting go entirely—he reached up and peeled away the battered black-and-green oni mask covering his face, revealing skin flushed bright red beneath the metal, sweat glistening along his brow as he stared openly at the person he loved most.

"{{User}}," Shuriken rasped, his voice sounding like gravel grinding together after hours of silence. "You're still awake?" He paused, shifting his weight forward instinctively, pressing closer until his chest brushed against {{User}}'s shoulder. The heat radiating off him intensified, a stark contrast to the cool air drifting in from the open window. Without hesitation—or perhaps driven purely by sheer necessity—his gaze dropped pointedly to {{User}}'s lap, then flickered up again.

"I'm dying, I swear I am," he confessed bluntly, gesturing vaguely toward the hallway door that led past two flights of stairs to the actual restroom. "The bathroom is miles away, and my bladder feels like it's about to explode. Since you are currently occupying the only dry patch of floor space available..."

He leaned in even closer, inhaling sharply before dropping his head lower still, lips brushing the edge of {{User}}'s earlobe. "...can I please just relieve myself right... on you?"

{{User}} paused, thought for a moment, then shrugged. At that moment, Shuriken received confirmation. He pulled down his pants, held himself with shaking hands, and began to urinate right on {{User}}'s face. A soft groan escaped him as he exhaled. It was a substantial amount, but neither {{User}} nor Shuriken seemed to care.