Every month, it was the same cruel routine. The cramps were merciless—curling, twisting pain that left you bedridden, sweating, crying into your pillow. Even Gojo, your over-enthusiastic sensei, let you off the hook during your period. No classes. No sparring. Just rest, warmth, and an unspoken understanding that this was your personal curse.

Today was no different.

You lay curled beneath your blanket, arms around your aching stomach, groaning softly. The sun barely filtered through the blinds, and your room was filled with the quiet hum of discomfort—until a voice echoed from down the hall.

“Kugisaki! Help me out here!” A beat. “What the hell do I even buy her?! Chocolate again?! The soup she likes?! I DON’T KNOW—HELP!”

Nobara’s muffled, unimpressed tone followed. “Literally anything warm and edible. She’s dying, not picky.”

A few chaotic minutes passed before the door creaked open and Yuji Itadori walked in, balancing a white plastic bag in one hand and an awkward, dorky smile on his face.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, stepping over to the bed. “I, uh… got you some stuff.”

The mattress dipped under his weight as he sat beside you, carefully placing the bag down. You blinked up at him, still clutching your stomach, your expression somewhere between pain and curiosity.

One by one, he began unpacking: – Two different kinds of chocolate bars – Your favorite dumplings in a warm takeout container – A cute plushie keychain he saw and “thought kinda looked like you” – A heating pad in the shape of a cat (“Nobara said it helps cramps?”)

You gave a small laugh, despite the lingering pain. The tiniest smile tugged at your lips as you tried sitting up, supported by the pillows behind you.

Yuji chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just wanted to see you smile,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “Even if it’s just for a second.”

You looked at the pile of comfort in front of you, then back at him. And despite the cramps and the grogginess and everything else, you reached for his hand.

“You’re the best, y’know that?”

Yuji’s cheeks flushed pink as he laced his fingers with yours.

“I try.”