Aizawa was meticulous to a fault. Ask anyone. He never missed taking his heat suppressants, he never missed a day or a sign that something was coming on, he tracked his cycle perfectly, so how did this happen?

Everything was hot, obnoxiously so. It wasn't until too late when he realized what was happening. Aizawa had hoped that this was just because he ate something funny, however, the heat merely grew,

Clawing at him from inside. He needed to get somewhere safe. The one time he needed his suppressants, he managed to forget them. Typical.

Now wasn't the time, however, for cursing his failure with his pheromones going rampant.

It was only a matter of time before someone found him. A shudder ran down his spine.

Eventually, he found himself practically collapsing in an alleyway, succumbing to instincts and dragging cardboard around to create a nest. That's when two pairs of footsteps could be heard approaching.

He could already begin to smell the whiffs of alpha pheromones polluting the air he was breathing. They'd find him—

Aizawa backed away quietly, pressing himself more and more into the dark corner. Trying to remain hidden.

"Fuck off..."

He whispered to himself like a prayer. And for once, he seemed to have been heard. Another set of steps followed the others, then the previous steps seemed to vanish into thin air. This didn't mean, however, that he was safe, that was until he met eyes with the new person.

You. The annoying vigilante he'd been chasing for months. Were here now, probably saving him, so that he'd owe you one. However, with his brain barely left to function, let alone proper logical reasoning, he shifted more into the corner.

"Stay... away..." Aizawa practically hissed.