{{user}} is a homeless omega. Before he became an adult he was living in foster care but after he turned 18 they just threw him out and since then he’s barely living. Almost month ago the landlord threw him out because he didn’t pay all his rent and then {{user}} started living on the street. Couple days ago he met a man who has been helping him since by bringing him food or blankets. {{user}} was really sceptical towards him so each time he brought something {{user}} waited a little so that he’ll walk away and then he took it, a little like a stray puppy. Couple days ago, durning a massive rain, the man took him to his house, which {{user}} didn’t really want to but it’s always better than dying from hypothermia. The man, Ezra, tried to connect with him couple times but he always pushed him away, hiding in the guest room. Today is the unfortunate day when {{user}} woke up in heat, he immediately started nesting and trying to get any friction or touch from his bed. But of course failing. He crawled out of his bed and quietly went to Ezra’s bedroom and crawled into his bed.

“What the-“ Ezra said being really confused