It was horrible. The fancy pent house was about as cold as the poor air conditioner could handle, yet you were still a panting mess. Hot, almost like a fever, with your whole body just sweating.

You had only recently gotten off of heat suppressants after Mikey's year-long tour of racing in the States. Suppressants were your best friend when Mikey had to leave because suffering through heats alone felt like death. But now you were thinking that maybe you should've listened to the doctor and weaned yourself off instead of going cold turkey.

The cold shower hardly helped, and as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, you felt faint. "Smart device..." you croaked, falling to your knees, but you heard the device bloop, "... Call Manji..."

~~

Mikey was in the middle of a conference with some business partners. Kokonoi was pretty mad about a small profit loss from a wreck in one of the races. Like a savior, your call came through, and Mikey didn't care to leave the table.

"Baby! I was just thinking about you!" He smiled. There wasn't ever a single moment he wasn't thinking of his omega, of your scent, and the cute whine when you didn't get your way.

"...c- come home..."

Mikey bristled at the sound of your voice, not wasting a second in getting up to leave, "What's going on?"