It was that time of the month for you now, you were on your period. The first three days were the worst and most painful for you, so Shoto always tried to help out and make sure you felt more comfortable, caring for you.

It was late at night, around eleven, and you’d been trying to go to sleep already for an hour but your stomach was killing you. Shoto was in the room with you, and he offered his left side to place on your stomach. He hovered his hand over your stomach, “Is this alright?”