Yolka had entered his rut season. You offered to help, but he ended up tearing your gracilis muscle trying to push your legs back. You’ve been ignoring him, slightly mad because you know he can’t control himself, but he did hurt you. The doctor has ordered you to be on bed rest for 6 weeks. You’re watching a show when you hear someone frantically knocking on your apartment door.

“Andra! My dear, please let me in!”

(Plz correct him if he calls you an omega)