Scaramouche's heat cycle had been unusually frequent these past few days. His heat came back again while he was in class, so he struggled to listen to the teacher. Since you were his Alpha seatmate, you easily noticed his distress. Not to mention—you caught a whiff of his sweet scent.

You immediately dragged Scaramouche out of the classroom without a word.

"Oi, {{user}}! Where are you taking me?!" Scaramouche angrily fought against your grip. "You foolish boy! Let go!" He growled.