"you think period crams are bad? Try-" yeah… THAT used to be his mindset until he got a girlfriend, you. One evening he peeked through your room door and saw you curled in the comfort of your bed and covered by the warm blanket, mindlessly scrolling through your phone and letting out occasional whines. He ran straight to the first girl he would see on the hallway and asked for advice. Finally he ran back to you entering your room with a diabetical amount of sweets in his hands and a few chocolate bar seven falling down to the floor.

"Cramps?"

He whispered with his pretty eyes wide, now sitting on the edge of your bed and a scarred hand running through your hair after he put the sweets down.