Chapter 115: What Grace Wayne Endures (4)

Is it already impossible, should I have explained circumstances to a station staff without being embarrassed at that time, no, in the first place if I had not ridden this train I could have used the station toilet and I would not have needed to endure this much.

Around when her pupils started getting wet from surging regret and the footsteps of ruin, together with the in-car announcement the train started moving.

A map floats in her brain. The station is close. Soon.

"Haa... a, good...."

Get off the train, pass the platform, to the toilet.

Only that.

The train stops. The doors open.

Hou, Grace who leaked a breath of relief from the seat.

"N, a!"

Could not stand.

The instant she floated her hips a ruinous impulse started to flow out. She sat back on the seat and desperately held it back.

(A... I, I cannot stand anymore.)

The current state of somehow managing by tightly pressing the exit while remaining in a sitting posture.

Already she has no remaining strength to change posture.

Sitting on the seat, in a state of gyuu pressing the exit with her hand. Grace could no longer take even one step.

Until bursting there is still time.

Still, if it is only enduring it is possible, if it is this posture.

But more than that is already beyond her power.

If she transforms into a Sacred she might be able to endure until the toilet, but she cannot possibly transform in this kind of place with people’s eyes.

Therefore checkmate. Remaining unable to move, the train doors close, she goes to another station, because there will be youth-oriented shops many students ride, many people see her enduring pee, see, see, she is exposed to curious gazes, she becomes unable to endure, while many people watch she lets it all, all out.

The water balloon swollen tight prophesies Grace’s future. It swells while laughing that that is your future.

"...Excuse me!"

In that instant she was lifted.

By Niekawa standing facing her, Grace’s body.

"Nnna!? Ka, Kazuki!?"

"Hold yourself together, it is fine, we will make it. I will make it...!"

There is no leeway to reply to those words.

But even so with her remaining left arm she embraces his arm. As if relying, as if clinging. Gyuu, with her whole body.

For an instant she understood he froze. But he scolded himself eei my training is insufficient...! and ran. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

"The elevator... has already departed...! In this posture an escalator too... Wayne-senpai, I am sorry, it will shake!"

Niekawa who looked around while exposed to curious gazes clicked his tongue chii and ran down the stairs.

Tan tan tan, quickly, yet so as not to shake as much as possible.

"N, ku, ah, au, a... ah!"

But that slight impact too was a frightening attack for current Grace.

From the vibration of descending stairs a voice comes out. From below too it seems about to come out.

But she descended the stairs. Below there is a toilet. We will make it.

She let out a breath from heartfelt relief. Then her expression hardened from despair.

"A. U, so."

The women’s toilet existing at the end of her gaze. There was a long, long line there.

That, thinking about it, is natural.

The train stopped for a long time and they finally reached the station. Even if not as desperate as Grace it is natural that people who want to go to the toilet appear, and precisely because they were not as desperate as Grace they reached the toilet faster than her and formed a line.

Why can I not wait that much, can I not endure.

(Yes. Then to the hotel.)

It is fine. It is not that far a place.

Cross the pedestrian crossing, walk, turn, walk, walk. She simulates the route in her brain, and the water balloon swollen tight asserts itself that I cannot even endure until the first pedestrian crossing in the first place.

Already even going outside the station is impossible.

The instant she thought that her body started bending.

The right hand she desperately pressed. There, faintly, with warm liquid, got wet.

"A, ah. Hand, let go, it will come, I will dirty. So put me down. Nn, fuuuu, a, ah, ah!"

Her body trembled.

I understand. The time of bursting is close.

The water balloon swollen tight is spreading the exit with inner pressure. Since she is not transformed into a Sacred, enduring beyond the limit like Leas is impossible.

The limit of endurance is already a countdown, and in this lifted posture all of it, all of it will overflow.

Therefore she wishes. At least at the edge. At least so as not to dirty the person who tried to help her.

In a place that will not bother someone, in a place not seen by people. Ah, but that kind of place, in the station, where.

"...It cannot be helped!"

Niekawa runs.

Her body shakes, shakes, shakes. The pressed right hand gets wet again with warm liquid.

Is it not already fine? Those words pass through Grace’s mind.

Because I endured this much, because I tried. If I did this much and it was impossible is it not something that cannot be helped. No one will complain.

"There will be many complaints but sorry...!"

The instant she seemed about to entrust her heart to that excuse that is not even an excuse, Grace was sat in a chair-like place.

That was a toilet inside the station, its stall.

That place different from where Grace usually uses was proof it is a men’s toilet, but current Grace had no leeway to think that kind of thing.

"A."

Just. I sat on a toilet, on a toilet seat.

It is not a seat, not inside the station, I am properly in a place to pee.

From that her head became full, just like this, all of it.

"Wayne-senpai? That, I would be grateful if you let go of my arm..."

"U, fu, u... I am sor. Now I will let. Go."

It seemed about to come out, but.

At the presence right beside her, at the existence of the opposite sex named Niekawa Kazuki, she tightens her body that tries to loosen by mobilizing all reason.

Calm down, be calm. Not only have I not closed the stall door, there is also the opposite sex beside me. I have not even lowered my underwear yet. It is not a timing where I can toilet at all.

She desperately relaxes the frozen arm muscles and separates her left arm that had twined around Niekawa’s arm she had been clinging to as if clinging, her upper body. Guni, the chest she had been pressing without knowing it moves as if rubbing on his arm and finally separates.

"Th, then I am done. Excuse me...!"

Batan! The door closed.

With this, inside the stall, only myself.

Finally, properly, I can do it in a toilet.