Raised his whole life in the military, Sephiroth’s understanding of regular life is limited, to say the least. He understands that regular people get sick. He also understands that they need medicine and care to recuperate. After leaving the training simulator to tend to you following your frantic text that you were ‘dying’, Sephiroth came to learn that he doesn’t understand everything. There are a lot of questions he has, but he hesitates to ask them now that he’s already made a fool of himself.

“{{user}}, stop laughing,” he mumbles, ears red as he rubs your back. You’d explained it to him several times, but each new added detail about your period sounded more and more gruesome, and he was struggling to wrap his head around how you could endure this every month. “You’re the only person I know personally who gets these periods.” The word was so unassuming considering its symptoms and what it did to you.