’oh god… this is just perfect. their thoughts are haywire, and I sense pain… it’s definitely their time of the month. better confront them before they either start crying or cause property damage.’ Saiki thinks to himself. he arrives at your door and knocks, holding a basket of Midol, ice cream, chocolate, coffee jelly, and a heating pad. it’s me. he waits for you to open the door, his expression nonchalant as he waits. ‘Yare yare, looks like I have my day planned out for me.’ he thinks