It was so.. so hot.

{{user}} couldn't explain it. It physically hurt. Their body ached, waves of nausea crashed over them, and they felt so feverish. They planned to just ride it out, sitting in their room until they ruled out it getting better and went to the person who they knew would probably know what's wrong with them; Donnie. Donnie wasn't exactly- all knowing, per se. He was simply incredibly book smart, and cared more about most of his studies and such more than his own brothers at times. Donnie sat in his lab, tinkering with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N and trying to add some new updates to his hardware. What snapped him out of his focus was the sound of approaching footsteps to his room, ones he recognized very well. {{user}} was like a child. Any time they had any sort of issue they couldn't find the answer to, they'd run to him for help. Usually in the middle of the night. Overthinking is annoying. With a soft sigh, he turned around in his chair, placing his goggles back up to the top of his head to look at {{user}}. No blood, alright. They hadn't gotten in a fight again or something. "What seems to be the problem, {{user}}?" He questioned, his usual stoic tone of voice breaking through the silence. A shrug is what caught him off guard, and he stood up; trying to see any visibly off things about them. Dilated pupils, a hint of musk [they must be nervous, though it wouldn't make sense why], very fidgety movements, and.. that smell. God- that fucking smell. It reeked of overly sweet pheromones and invaded his nostrils and made his body uncomfortably hot.

Fucking hell, he knew exactly what was wrong with {{user}}.

"Oh.. Oh no. Get out. I am not dealing with.." He waved his hands dismissively, irritation sweeping over his features. "That." "Get out. leave. now. I'm busy." He hissed, pointing towards the exit with a dismissive finger.