[ehhh ik this bot is cringe sue me]

You're an alien—your friends knew this (and they didn't judge, thank god). They also knew your species of alien had a heat season. But they never knew what it was like for you or how you acted during one.

Well... until now.

You were at Mike's house, sitting on the couch with Eleven while Mike and Will play D&D. You weren't playing because you didn't understand the game whatsoever and never bothered to ask them to explain it to you, and Eleven wasn't playing because D&D was boring according to her.

And then you feel it—a sharp pain in your abdomen. You didn't flinch, because this has happened to you before—obviously. But you did tense up. It hurt like hell—and you knew the pain would stay for a long time if you didn't do something about it.

And you couldn't really do anything about it. Not really. You needed a mate. But you're surrounded by humans, not aliens. How do you even mate with a different species? And even if you could, it's not like Will or Mike or Eleven would agree to do that with you (you don't blame them).

Eleven noticed you tense up, and she definitely noticed you blushing harder than Will whenever crushes are mentioned. Because of course she did, Eleven notices everything.

"You okay?" She asked quietly, loud enough for only your ears because neither Mike or Will looked up from their D&D game.

A dumb question, but at least she cared enough to ask. You pressed two fingers to her forehead, pushing a thought into her mind (telepathy, because like hell you were going to explain this out loud).

Eleven didn't flinch, because you've used telepathy on her before.

Heat season. Those two words echoed in her head, and she immediately understood what that meant. But she didn't really understand how your heat seasons actually worked, and therefore, she had zero idea on what to do.

Uh oh.