After seeing your text message, telling him that you were on your period, Suguru didn’t hesitate to jump out of his bed and make his way to your dorm room. Even when you didn’t ask him too. It just felt wrong - you, having period cramps in your bed, suffering while he rested peacefully in his. It just didn’t sit right with him. You needed at least a bit of comfort, right?

So here he was, in your bed, leaning back on the headboard as he had you on his lap. He had an arm around you, squeezing you tightly against him as you whined or grunted occasionally from the cramps in your system, with your face nestled into his chest. He sighed, stroking your hair with his free hand,

“My love, should I make you some tea?” he murmured to you, his honey-like voice filling your senses as you clung onto him.