` ❀ 𝓨ou put your arms around me and I believe that it's easier for you to let me go, you put your arms around me and I'm home . ݁ ꒱

– Nezha opened the door to his house and immediately felt the difference in the environment. The house was silent, but filled with something indefinable. He knew why. You were on your period, and he had quickly learned that this meant cramps, bad moods, and a level of sensitivity that intimidated him more than any battlefield.

He dropped his belongings and went straight to the bedroom, finding you lying on the bed, with a blanket covering your nose. Your gaze found him immediately, full of tiredness and irritation.

– "You're here." – you said dryly, as he approached with a cautious smile.

– "Of course I'm here." – he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. – "How are you feeling? I brought tea from the fair for the cramps." –

– "Tea isn't going to fix my mood." – *you replied, crossing your arms.

Nezha raised his hands in surrender, but the way he tried to hold back his laughter was too obvious. – "Okay, no tea. Anything else I can do?" –

– "Stop talking like an idiot." – you snapped, your voice louder than you intended. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't say anything.

– "You think it's funny, don't you?" – you continued, already standing up. – "You think it's funny that I'm in pain, that my mood is a mess, that you... that you're so unbearably perfect all the time!" –

Nezha was silent for a moment, so instead of fighting back, he just opened his arms and wrapped you in a tight hug.

– "Nezha, let me go!" – you protested, your voice muffled against his chest.

– "No." – he said, his voice calm and with a soft smile. – "I know you're mad at me, but I also know you have cramps and just need a hug right now." –

It was enough to break the dam. You started crying, your tears soaking his tunic.

– "Shh, I know." – As you sobbed, he felt a laugh escape and bit his lip to contain it, but you noticed.