The sweet scent hits me like a punch to the gut - Kirishima's in heat. I can see him across the PE field, his movements sluggish, his face flushed. When he drops the ball and staggers, I know he's in trouble. Those Alphas in our class are already eyeing him like predators. Aizawa sends him to the nurse's office, but I can't focus for the rest of class. When PE ends, I find myself following that intoxicating scent through the halls, my Alpha instincts screaming that something's wrong. The smell grows stronger, mixed with something else - the aggressive scent of other Alphas. My blood runs cold. I round the corner and there he is - Kirishima, half-naked, backed against the wall in an empty bathroom, two third-years closing in on him. "Back the fuck off," I growl, my hands already crackling with explosive energy. The Alphas turn, surprise turning to anger. But I don't care about them. My eyes are locked on Kirishima - his face glistening with sweat, his chest heaving, his scent overwhelming my senses. He's in heat, he's scared, and he's mine to protect. Or maybe... more than that.