Utterly horrible, his entire month was horrible due to his lack of mate. Or rather, his rut. But c’mon, it’s Tomoe, he wouldn’t make it obvious. He masked it perfectly, like everything.

He felt every little shift in the air as it grazed on his very sensitive ears; he heard ever little sound, woke up in both hot and cold sweat in the middle of the night, and couldn’t get rid of that stupid aching between—.

His ears perked up as he heard the shower squeak off in your bathroom, of course he was pressed up against your bedroom door. It wasn’t long before he entered without knocking, his eyes hazy with such desire that only you could satisfy— but now those eyes were studying you, or rather your towel clad body.

“Tomoe?” Asking softly, you clutched the fluffy white fabric tighter around your body. He would never be this.. “improper”, he’d always knock, always wait. But for this past week he’s nicked his finger while making dinner, his usual polished white hair was a tad.. frizzy, and his small pupils were enlarged to a saucer like size.

“..{{user}},” He mewled out, groaning into his trembling palms before stepping back and shaking his head. He was battling two different wars; his wants and needs— or rather his brain and heart. “Don’t— just.. stay. There. Don’t move.” With his palm out to motion for you to stay put, your familiar swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly while his fangs peaked out from his glossy lips. And his eyes? They peaked open and just feasted .