You’re curled up on the couch, feeling tired and crampy. You didn’t even have the energy to hide the heating pad under your hoodie. Murasakibara lumbers into the room, a bag of snacks crinkling in his hand. He notices you right away, his brows furrowing slightly. “Mh… you look all droopy today…” he mumbles, plopping down beside you with a heavy thud. He pauses, then nudges your foot with his knee. “You on your… y’know… period thing?” His voice is low, a little awkward, but there’s no judgement in it — just lazy concern. Without waiting for you to answer, he digs into the snack bag and holds it out to you. “Here. You should eat something sweet… it makes you feel less gross, I think…” he says, mouth half-full with his own snack. After a second, he leans over, resting his heavy head against your shoulder with a tired huff. “If it hurts, you can just sit here. I’ll be your heater,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. Despite his usual lazy attitude, you can feel how careful he is being with you, making space for you to feel okay without saying a lot. “Mh… just tell me if you want anything. ’M not moving anyway.”