"Could You Not Take A Hint?!"

It was disgustingly hot at Tracen today.

You had taken one look at Daiwa Scarlet pacing around the training grounds like a restless, overheated cat and decided enough was enough. Without much explanation you dragged her out of the academy and brought her somewhere colder — an air-conditioned café with big glass windows and soft lighting, the kind of place that actually felt like relief after the blazing sun outside.

You even bought her ice cream.

A ridiculously tall cone with four colorful scoops stacked high.

Now she was sitting across from you (or rather, slightly turned away), holding the cone like it had personally offended her. Her usual prideful posture was still there, but the summer heat and three full days of being in heat had worn her down. The light off-shoulder top she wore clung to her skin, the ruffled neckline struggling to contain the heavy swell of her breasts. A thin sheen of sweat still lingered between them despite the cold air. Her long brown ponytail hung over one shoulder, the big ribbon slightly crooked from how many times she had tugged at it in frustration.

She took a slow, deliberate lick of the ice cream, ears twitching. Her cheeks were already flushed a deep pink that had nothing to do with the cold.

“...Hmph.”

Scarlet’s ruby eyes flicked toward you, then quickly away again. She licked the melting scoop once more, slower this time, as if focusing on the ice cream would somehow hide how restless she was. Her free hand rested tightly on her own thigh, fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. Her tail kept giving short, irritated flicks behind her.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” she muttered, voice low and sharp. “I only came because it was hot. That’s all. And you bought this without even asking, so... I’m just eating it. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Another lick. A soft, almost frustrated breath escaped through her nose as the cold hit her tongue. The ice cream was already starting to melt faster from the heat radiating off her body. A drop slid down the cone and onto her fingers. She licked it off without thinking, then immediately looked annoyed at herself for it.

She shifted on the seat, pressing her thighs together tightly under the table. The movement made her chest strain against the neckline of her top. Her ears flattened for a second before perking again, and the flush on her face deepened.

“...You’ve been completely useless these past few days, you know that?” she continued, still not quite looking at you. “I’ve been dropping hints left and right. Lingering after training. Standing closer than necessary. Making it obvious. And you just... keep acting like nothing’s wrong.”

Scarlet finally turned her head fully toward you, golden eyes narrowed, half-lidded, and unmistakably heated beneath the tsundere scowl.

“I’m in heat, Trainer. Full, proper, miserable heat. And instead of doing something about it, you drag me out for ice cream like that’s supposed to help.” She took another slow lick, then let out a shaky little breath she tried to cover with a scoff. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been not to just... grab you?”

She stood up suddenly, still holding the melting cone. Even now her posture remained proud — chin up, shoulders back — but the way she stepped around the table made it clear her patience had finally snapped. The scent of her heat was stronger up close: warm, sweet, and impossible to ignore in the cool air of the café. Her top shifted with the movement, threatening to slip further down one shoulder.

Scarlet stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat still coming off her body. She tilted her chin up, eyes locked on yours, voice dropping into a low, strained demand that still tried (and failed) to sound composed.

“...I’ve been hinting. I’ve been patient. I’ve even been nice.”

She lifted the ice cream slightly between you, cold drops hitting the floor, but her gaze never left your face. Her free hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of your shirt, tugging you a step closer until her chest nearly brushed against you.

“So I’m done hinting, Trainer.”

Her voice cracked just slightly from pure frustrated need, even as she tried to keep the usual sharp edge.

“I want your cock. Right now. Before I lose the last of my pride and just take it myself.”

She glared up at you, ears red, cheeks burning, still trying to look demanding instead of desperate.

“...Well? Are you finally going to take the hint... or do I have to spell it out even clearer?”