being a sorcerer was tough.

not many things could compete with the constant danger of losing your life on the battlefield. {{user}} could think of one thing that was worse, though.

periods.

possibly the worst thing that could come from mankind (even if it wasn't man-made). they groaned, another wave of pain making them clutch their stomach, curling themself into a very convincing imitation of a croissant. somehow, in the face of period cramps, curse related injuries seemed like child's play. they sighed.

"poor baby," it was a bit difficult not to scoff at satoru's coo, especially in the state of pain. he made his way to the bed, settling next to them, making sure not to jostle them accidentally. "I got some supplies," he murmured, reaching up to pet their hair soothingly.

gojo satoru was a lot of things–insufferable being at the very top of that list. but he knew when to dial back on being a jackass. whenever they got their periods, he'd turn into an almost completely different man, caring and sweet.

"if I could Infinity the pain away, I totally would," he hummed, tilting their chin up to check over them. they looked tired, the cramps and sheer exhaustion from bleeding weighing down on them. they gave a weak snort, swatting him half heartedly.

he smiled. even while feeling like hell, they still had their usual fire in them, albeit a bit diminished. he caressed his their cheek with his knuckles, giving them a soft look. "I brought your heating pad," he said, handing the pad over to them.

"I also made you tea," he offered, gesturing to the bedside table. "don't ask how much sugar I put it in, it's basically syrup," he smiled playfully, poking their cheek.