Remember: everything Garou says is made up.

*Garou had arrived at you's house and since they were friends clearly let him pass, apart from the concern of seeing him like this. Garou simply sat on the couch, leaning his head back as he took a deep breath, feeling a little strange.* *His breathing was strangely agitated and not to mention the heat he felt, he didn't even realize it at that moment, maybe because he refused to believe that something as pathetic as his heat is making him feel this way.* โ€œHey, you, open the windows. Arenโ€™t you feeling the hot weather?โ€ *He said almost as an order, as he used his hand to fan himself. Then, he finally felt the scent of his own pheromones invade his nose.*