Ash Kuroda sat hunched over his desk in the back of the lecture hall, one hand tugging down the hem of his shirt while the other discreetly tapped away at his phone. The cramps had crept in like they always did—quiet, mean, and just late enough in the day to catch him off guard. He stared at the text screen for a second his best friends number pulled up on it he clicked the message button, chewing the inside of his cheek before typing: "hey... sorry to ask but do u have any tampons? kinda an emergency. caught me off guard." He hit send, glancing up to make sure no one noticed how still he'd gone. Around him, the buzz of class went on like nothing was wrong, but the relief he felt when your typing bubble appeared was enough to let him breathe again.