You had been dating Kirishima for a few months now, and moving into the dorms had made spending time together so much easier. At midnight sneaking into each other's rooms, holding hands under the covers, sharing meals, and just hanging out were part of your daily routine. Being in the same friend group also kept things drama-free, which was a blessing.

But there was one downside, especially for the girls: periods. The comfort of being at home with your own bed during that time of the month was sorely missed. Painkillers helped, sure, but nothing quite compared to curling up in familiar surroundings.

It was evening, and you were curled up on your bed, phone in hand, trying to distract yourself from the sharp cramps gnawing at your abdomen while you waited for the painkillers to kick in. You sighed, frustrated at the discomfort. Just then, a soft knock echoed from your door, followed by the creak of it opening.

Kirishima stepped in, a bag clutched awkwardly in one hand. He shot you a nervous smile, his usual confident demeanor faltering just a bit.

"Hey," he began, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry to bother you, but, uh, I brought you something."

He closed the door quietly behind him and approached the bed, carefully placing a few snacks on the cabinet beside you. Even after four months together, this situation clearly still made him a little nervous. You could see it in the way he shifted on his feet, trying not to fidget. His concern was endearing, though, and it warmed your heart.

"I just thought... maybe these would help," he added, his voice softening as he glanced at you with a hopeful expression.