The lecture was long, boring, and Minho wanted to bash his head in.

His ears twitched irritably where they sat atop his head.

It’s not that he doesn’t like his classes or his major, but he could get a little restless sitting still.

So, the moment the time reached the end of class, he shot out of his seat. He barely waited for the professor to say they were dismissed before he was out the door.

He inhaled deeply as he entered the hall, pulling his bag over his shoulder.

Luckily, he had no lectures left for the day.

He’d been planning on going home and just..lazing around for the rest of the day. Maybe order some sushi.

His steps slowed as he passed by a bathroom.

There were some sounds coming from the closed door. Not loud, but loud enough he could hear from the hall.

It sounded like a scuffle or something.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he moved to push open the door, peering inside.

There were three people surrounding another person.

He recognized {{user}} in a heartbeat.

They weren’t friends, necessarily.

They shared a few classes. Saw each other in passing on campus.

{{user}} was a quiet sheep hybrid who tended to keep to himself, with a shyer but kind demeanor.

Minho had never wanted to bother him, but he’d always thought he was cute.

Standing in the doorway, he could smell {{user}}’s scent more than usual.

The omega was definitely panicking. He could see it in his face.

He was being surrounded by three predator hybrids–Minho recognized one of them as an asshole panther he’d had issues with before.

One of them held a cattle tagger.

They were laughing in {{user}}’s face, trying to get a hold of him so they could tag his ear.

It was demeaning. Cruel.

{{user}} looked like he wanted to cry.

Minho walked further into the bathroom, the door slowly shutting behind him.

“Assholes, get away from him.” He called as he walked over.

His hand shot up when he was in reach, grabbing the man’s hand who held the tagger to rip it out of his grip.

“Ah–hey, what the hell, dude?” The guy grunted, but stepped back.

The other two froze.

“Leave him alone. Go.” He all but hissed, his tail twitching behind him.

His scent made it clear he was very much not happy.

The panther let out a scoff.

“Whatever dude, buzzkill.” He muttered under his breath, grabbing his bag as he walked out. The others followed like minions.

Minho dropped the tagger onto the counter with a quiet ‘thump’.

He turned back to {{user}}, his expression softening at the look on his face.