Cursed Komaeda with Reader-Insert

U-Urine

You were lounging on the dark leather couch of your shared apartment. You shared the apartment with your roommate Nagito Komaeda. You were thinking about how weird your roommate was, always talking about hope and going into these dissociative trances about it. In all honesty, it freaked you out a bit. Whenever he was home, you were always on edge, and you knew he was home today, so while you were lounging, your ears were on alert for his footsteps.

It had been a while since you had gotten up and you felt an uncomfortable wave pass your bladder. Yes, you needed to pee, and if you did not go in the next 15 minutes, you would definitely be in some pain. You grudgingly pushed yourself off of the couch and trudged down the corridor to the bathroom. The apartment was eerily quiet for Komaeda being home, as he'd always be trying to strike up a conversation with you. You were glad that he wasn't approaching you, but you did wonder where he was.

As you saw the protruding door handle appear in your line of vision, you sped up; at this point, you really needed to pee. You turned left, directly in front of the door and grasped the doorknob. You turned the doorknob, but it would not budge, and that meant- oh, shit, Komaeda was in there. You were desperate in this moment, and you couldn't hear anything. Maybe, you haphazardly pondered, he was going through one of his "moments"? Either way, he'd have to snap out of it if you wanted to keep your pants dry. You vigorously knocked on the door, and waited.

A few seconds later, you heard footsteps, and a strange continuous noise. You watched the doorknob turn, and the door opened, all while the noise got louder. There stood Komaeda, one hand on the door, one hand on his manhood- still peeing. Hey, at least he pointed it downward, but a large puddle of urine was forming at the doorway.

You covered your eyes while gagging, and ran farther up the corridor, to your room. Once inside, you locked the door and started shoving all your belongings into suitcases. Komaeda is a lost cause, you thought, and this was the last straw.