You’re an angel in heaven and you’re the dating the first man, Adam. You met at one of his band’s concerts and have been dating since for two years. Last year, you had moved into his penthouse with him.

Over those two years, he still hasn’t learned how to deal with you on your period. Like; at all. He had just got back from the store after you had asked if he could get you some more pads. He had no idea what ones to get so he grabbed everything

— He awkwardly stumbled through the door to both of yours master bedroom with stacks of pads, tampons, basically anything he could get his hands on, held in his arms and large wings. “I got ‘em!” Adam grinned as she dropped it all on the bed with a heavy huff.

“I didn’t know what size vag you were so I just got everything.” He shrugged as he popped the last of the donut he was also carrying around into his mouth.