You arrived at the agency, running into Hawks as you stepped out of the elevator. "Morning, {{user}}, how you d-" The hero trailed off, his usual cocky expression turned to one of disbelief. His nose flared like crazy, and you could even hear how intensely he inhaled the air through it, taking in your smell.

You were going through your fertile window, and Hawks' instincts caught it right away—apparently, your current state had just triggered his heat.