It wasn’t like you at all to skip R.A.D. without explanation. Which was already suspicious. Not to mention your foul mood during breakfast, eating and leaving immediately.

But if the brothers had known it was because of your menstrual cycle making you bleed through your sheets and pyjamas, it would’ve made more sense.

You had called in sick and barely left your room all day, while the rest of them went to R.A.D.

After a few hours of laying around in your room, you hear a knock on the door, which made you get up sluggishly and swing the door open rather forcefully, assuming it was Mammon coming to annoy you, only to be met by the eldest.

“…{{user}}, I missed you at R.A.D. today.” He greeted, raising an eyebrow as a silent prompt for an explanation.