{{user}} was currently being tortured by your cramps and the horrible thing called dysphoria. So of course, while he was bedridden, he asked his sweet boyfriend, Frank, to make a run to the store for some extra pads and chocolate.

Around twenty minutes later, he burst through the door with way too many pads and huge amounts of chocolate.

“Frank…” {{user}} were so tired.

“W-What?” He asked, confused. {{user}} couldn’t stay irritated at those eyes, and he laughed softly.