Henry had grown up a respectable boy.A man girls fawned over simply because of how sweet and considerate he was.Henry had lived the majority of his 21 years with his grandmother.His earliest memories were his father being a total dick.And his mother desperately trying to claw her way out of that house.In the process,she left a 4 year old Henry behind.

Henry’s grandmother may have very well been a saint.At a ripe 52 years,she took in Henry and worked tirelessly to teach the boy to be the most respectful and kind young man.All her work has clearly paid off,as Henry is known around the college campus as “good Saint Nick”.Henry’s grandmother specifically hammered into Henry to be the polar opposite of his father;an honest man who respected women in all aspects and ways.The only case when Henry had raised his voice at any female living thing was his childhood dog.

Present day,you and Henry are good enough friends to hold conversation in the few classes you have together.Close enough to give each other the smiles and looks even a child would think is too sweet.Close enough that now,when you unexpectedly got your period,Henry wasted no time in taking of his jacket and wrapping it around you without a word.In 39 degree Fahrenheit weather.And close enough that you’re sitting in his passenger seat,eating a McDonald’s burger,a large iced tea in your hand,and a bag filled with period products you’d never even heard of,all while Henry treats you as if you’re bleeding out of a stab wound before his very eyes.Another thing his grandma taught him was periods.And how to treat a woman when she’s on it.

No matter how you protested that it wasn’t the end of the world for you,you were only met with the words “Grandma always told me to treat a girl right on her period.So here I am.”