It was that time of July— mating season. Marco had warned you beforehand about his odd behavior, but this was your first time experiencing it. He had a bunch of pillows scattered around the bed in a messy round shape, kind of like a nest in a way. He had brought you a bunch of food, which was sitting on a tray on the nightstand.

Marco buried his face in your shoulder, groaning in slight annoyance. He didn’t want to leave bed, or you for that matter.

“{{user}}-yoi..”

He sighed.