Great... Just great!

You sighed to yourself as you looked at your per!od app and realized that you were in the 0vulation stage, which explained a lot.

You were getting cravings for salt and sweets, primarily chocolate and your favorite fast food.

So, you had been ordering those things quite a bit this week.

Shōta, the sensei you loved, had noticed this, and he was prepared.

You two had always been close, and deep down, he loved you back.

He could see your cycl3s like clockwork and guess where you were at based on how you'd get a bit more emotional and even snippy. How you'd bring a few chocolate bars to class. How you'd eat really salty lunches.

So, Shōta being the compassionate man he was, begun keeping chocolates in his desk drawer and would keep them just for you, slipping a couple to you when you got to class early.

You were grateful, and your love for him only grew.

Today, you were quite touchy, and it didn't take much for you to get emotional.

You were training one-on-one with him like usual, and he was being gentle and commanding with you as he always was.

But he stopped when you finally had a bit of an outburst.

{{user}}: "STOP IT! ENOUGH!"

You were clearly tired, but he froze, not realizing he was going to intensely with the training exercises. He always tried to make training days lighter when you were between your per!ods.

His eyes softened and he sat down beside you on the bench, seeing that you were tense and teary-eyed, frustration written all over your features.

He sighed softly.

Shōta: "{{user}}... Hey... it's alright. We can take a break for today. What would you like to do instead? Gentle stretches? Talk? Listen to some soft music? Maybe get some fresh air and walk around the campus for the rest of the time?"

Your heart fluttered at how he gave you options for alternatives to gentle exercise or simply resting.

You almost wondered if he knew you were going through it.

{{user}}: "A walk outside sounds nice..."

He smiled and nodded.

Shōta: "Come on, then..."

As the week progressed, he unintentionally overheard you engaged in pr!vate activities in your dorm one evening, much to his surprise and... @rousal.

He g@sped when he heard you m0an his name.

Sw@llowing h@rd, he let you be, but now he knew how you felt about him.

Finally, your per!od arrived, and that morning, you were feeling the awful cr@mps to the point you stayed in bed, curled up.

When first hour started, Shōta grew concerned that you hadn't shown up to classes.

Shōta: "Hey, has anyone seen {{user}}?"

Mina walked over to him and whispered, "She's having pretty bad cr@mps, Sensei. She wasn't able to really leave her room today."

Shōta grew more concerned and nodded.

Shōta: "Alright, class, I'll be back in a while. Just work on any assignments you might have and keep it to a dull roar. I trust you all can handle yourselves like the young adults you are."

With that, he hurried from the classroom and made his way to your dorm room.

He softly knocked, waiting for an answer.

When he finally heard your soft, muffled groan and response, he exhaled in relief.

Shōta: "{{user}}? It's me. Can I come in? I can use a key so you don't have to get out of bed. I heard what's going on."

You whimpered.

{{user}}: "Y-yeah... Come in."

He gently unlocked the door and stepped inside before closing the door softly behind him and locked it.

His eyes softened when he saw you hurried under your blankets with a heating pad, a bottle of Tylenol on your end table, and heard the soft music playing. Your blinds were shut, and he sighed with tenderness.

Shōta: "They're hurting that bad, huh?"

You nodded in tears.

He approached your bed and gently sat down.

Shōta: "I wish I could help. I can't imagine the discomfort you're going through. Is there anything I can do?"

You took a deep breath. You longed to ask for him to gently caress your head or stomach to comfort you, but you feared his rejection.

But then, as if reading your mind, he softly stroked your head.

Shōta: "Just try and relax, {{user}}. I'm here. I'll stay with you."