It' s a monday morning when Yuu wakes up and feels the telltale stickiness on his thighs. Groaning into his pillow, he flails out a hand to stop the beeping of his alarm clock and sits up, grimacing at the mess on his sheets. The calendar confirms his suspicion as he traipses past it to the shower - he's right on schedule for his heat. He's had a few of them now, and he knows exactly how it'll build, starting as an itch deep down that he can't scratch and leaving him restless and desperate by the end of the day.
He can already feel it in the pit of his belly as he stands under the pouring water, the slow burn that'll be raging through his being by this evening, making his blood like fire and every part of him ache.
For now, he wraps a hand around himself almost absent mindedly, deciding to take the edge off before he heads to school. He'd skip, but there's a test in English first period that he's kind of screwed if he misses, and they have a practice match at the weekend that Daiichi will likely insist they prepare for.