Early. Of course, it was early. of course it fucking was.

Barou, despite he prayers, his heat had come in early. His regular omega routine of preparing a comfortable space for him to sit in for his heat had been completely thrown off a balcony.

He was pissed, to say the least— this wasn't how it was supposed to be. It was always on time. Out of all the times for it to be late, it just had to be now. May god just strike him down right now.

He had no alpha to mark him, claim him— there was no way he was telling anybody he was an omega, either. That was just straight humiliating and also a waste of his time. Barou can deal with a week of this... totally not borderline painful heat.

As he rested in his blue lock room, he thanked ego for giving omegas their own locked and soundproofed walls for moments like this. But, before he could actually stand from his bed and lock the door, it had opened unexpectedly— and you were standing at the foot of it.

He just.... stared. Bewilderment was on his face.