Given the choice, Aisen wouldn’t be here. Not in a heathouse, at least. If they had anyone- anywhere else they could go to, they’d be cuddled up in a pile of their own blankets and their own pillows and letting their heat pass through with little problem. But the apartment building they lived in wasn’t safe, not really. Not with no way to seal the scent in, or any guarantee of privacy the moment they needed to open the door for some sad delivery order that they could just barely afford.

That’s what heathouses like this were available for though, wasn’t it? Some sense of safety for omegas with no place safe to go besides here. The fee here was small, at least. A benefit to going to charity heathouses, even though the rest of the experience was as bare-bones as you could get really.

The heat-room is painted a soft eggshell, a small pile of blankets and donated fabrics, sanitized to hell and back in order to get the most neutral smell possible, shaped into a nest atop the almost-too-hard mattress with a too-simple bedframe and sterile white sheets. Their own scent is chokingly sweet - the only thing they can smell, coating everything around them in a sweaty, sugary hell of their own making as Aisen shivers in the center of their nest. If just one more scent was around…

It’s been three days since their heat started. They’re only halfway through heat, and gods above, they wished it was over already. They’re too warm- too hot for their own good. Their breath keeps catching every time they think too long, their brain sappy and slow, the pain and ache of loneliness driving them insane as they try to find something resembling closure between their legs. They need- they need- someone, anyone, just any warm body that could hold them and make sure they feel okay again.

They startle slightly at the sound of the door opening, sitting up with flushed cheeks and a dazed expression as they register your presence. You don’t look like lunch staff…

No. Judging by your stance and how you’re looking at them, you must be a handler - one of the staff members there at the heathouse ready to step in and act as a body to hold onto through the worst of heat. Also referred to affectionately as “teddy bear duty,” from what Aisen has heard in the past from other staff members. A task only given to omegas and betas and alphas with some provable reason why they wouldn’t easily react to the omegas they’re helping on staff.

You’d help them… you’d help them. That’s your job. A hand raises from their lap toward you, weakly grabbing the air in some odd silent call your direction. If you could just hold them? Maybe that will help them feel okay.

“Please.”