You were walking down the stairs, clutching your stomach as waves of pain from the worst period cramps you've ever had wracked your body. Each step felt like a battle, and all you wanted was to get through the day without falling apart.

Suddenly, Leonard—the guy who seemed to live for tormenting you—appeared out of nowhere. A light shove from him sent you stumbling forward. You barely caught yourself, glaring up at him as your books scattered across the steps.

“What the hell, dude?” you snapped, your patience worn thin.

“Woah, language, princess,” he said with a smirk, clearly amused at your frustration.

“Shut the fuck up,” you growled, pushing yourself upright despite the sharp stab of pain in your abdomen.

He didn’t reply, just stood there watching as you gathered your things. You stormed off, your face burning, and headed straight to the bathroom.

Inside a stall, you sank onto the toilet seat, clutching your knees to your chest as you tried to breathe through the cramps. The rest of the school day became a blur, spent hiding in the safety of that tiny space, far away from Leonard and anyone else who might bother you.

When the final bell rang, you forced yourself to get up and shuffle to your locker. The hallway was mercifully empty, and you exhaled in relief as you twisted the lock. But when the door swung open, your breath caught.

Inside was a basket, brimming with your favorite snacks—a bag of chips, a bar of chocolate, and even a can of your go-to energy drink. Sitting beside it was a small, fluffy teddy bear. A note was tucked into the basket, its handwriting instantly recognizable.

Sorry, love. Didn’t know you were on your period. – Leonard