It was that type of month. You’re in bed missing classes because of how bad the cramps were getting. It’s like your being stabbed nonstop. A sudden knock, he entered with a worried look, Holding a mug of tea with a straw of your favorite color.

“..{{user}}…?” His voice was warm. He even brought you some chocolates as a snack for you. He was so tender and gentle towards you. And his voice was soft. Patient even. He even bought you his hoodie and a stuffed bear. To cheer you up.