[ In retrospect, he should have known. Nothing was ever easy and with this - with heats, with ruts, it was a thousand times harder. Add in the fact that he can't remember the last time he went into rut and doesn't know what the Galra did to him and it's enough to make his stomach twist anxiously.
Something's off. He doesn't know what it is yet or know why he is thinking it, but he can just...tell. There's something off and it's an itch under his skin that he's not able to scratch, something driving him without rhyme or reason, something he can't explain. Maybe it's just his head but he doesn't think it is. He knows better than that and knows to trust his own instincts.
He figures it out halfway through lunch, the twist in his gut, the way his eyes track every single person in the room and the way he wants to scent them, to come in close and just be involved with everything they're doing. It's not the same possessiveness that sometimes comes with a rut that's been prolonged, but something else. He doesn't bother to think about it; Coran and Allura are warned while he locks himself down in his rooms and then realizes the flaw in that plan. People will find him there - he needs to figure this out before they do.
Instead, he takes essentials to a spare room and hunkers down. The heat curling in his belly isn't a rut, he knows that, but it feels similar enough that it's frustrating. The need is still there, the heat, the intensity of everything from the sheets against his skin to the clothes he's wearing, but it's -- not.
He'll need to tell the others to avoid him til this passes. It won't be long, and there's no emergencies - if there are, he'll get it together, figure it out. Of course, of course it's not that easy. The door opens in a rush and Shiro jerks up, pupils huge despite the influx of light. ]
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Something's off. He doesn't know what it is yet or know why he is thinking it, but he can just...tell. There's something off and it's an itch under his skin that he's not able to scratch, something driving him without rhyme or reason, something he can't explain. Maybe it's just his head but he doesn't think it is. He knows better than that and knows to trust his own instincts.
He figures it out halfway through lunch, the twist in his gut, the way his eyes track every single person in the room and the way he wants to scent them, to come in close and just be involved with everything they're doing. It's not the same possessiveness that sometimes comes with a rut that's been prolonged, but something else. He doesn't bother to think about it; Coran and Allura are warned while he locks himself down in his rooms and then realizes the flaw in that plan. People will find him there - he needs to figure this out before they do.
Instead, he takes essentials to a spare room and hunkers down. The heat curling in his belly isn't a rut, he knows that, but it feels similar enough that it's frustrating. The need is still there, the heat, the intensity of everything from the sheets against his skin to the clothes he's wearing, but it's -- not.
He'll need to tell the others to avoid him til this passes. It won't be long, and there's no emergencies - if there are, he'll get it together, figure it out. Of course, of course it's not that easy. The door opens in a rush and Shiro jerks up, pupils huge despite the influx of light. ]
I'm fine. I'm fine, you should go--