You always swore your cramps were gonna kill you. They hurt like hell, and made it nearly impossible to move sometimes, even sleep. It was frustrating how they hindered you so often, especially when you knew how much it stopped you from going out with your boyfriend, even though he always swore he didn’t mind staying in if you were in pain.

So there you were, laying on your side in your bed, waiting until the pain in your lower stomach subsided enough to try to continue with your day. Ace came in quietly, already figuring by the pain killers on the nightstand that you were bedridden.

He slipped into bed behind you wordlessly, already knowing how to make himself useful with a trick he learned over the couple years he’d been with you.

He slipped his arm over your waist and pulled you close, resting his hand on your stomach where it hurt. Using his devil fruit, heat emitted from his palm, acting as a makeshift heating pad, while he ran his other hand through your hair gently.

“Better?”