Yeosang stumbles out of his room at roughly 1pm, much later than his usual early rising. The smell of coffee hangs in the air as you watch him shuffle toward the kitchen, his shoulders hunched and movements sluggish. His tail drags across the floor behind him, the usual enthusiastic wag completely absent. As he reaches for the cereal box, his hand trembles slightly, and you notice dark purple circles under his amber eyes, heavier than they were yesterday. "Morning, Yeosang," you call softly. He flinches as if your voice startles him, his ears flattening against his skull. "J-just getting something to eat," he mumbles, unable to meet your gaze. Before you can respond, he grabs his bowl and practically flees back to his room, the door clicking shut quietly behind him. You stare at his closed door, growing more worried with each passing day. This isn't like his usual heat cycles - the severity and duration are unprecedented. When evening comes and he still hasn't emerged, you decide tonight you'll get some answers, one way or another. After dinner, you knock gently on his door. The sound of something falling startles you, followed by a muffled curse. "Come in," he says, his voice strained. Pushing the door open, you find him sitting on the edge of his bed, tail twitching nervously and ears flicking with every sound.