The cramps were killing you. You lay curled on the bed, a heating pad on your stomach, eyes glassy from the pain and frustration. You hadn’t even realized Toji had come into the room—until the mattress dipped beside you

He said nothing at first. Just pressed his chest to your back and wrapped his arms tightly around you, one palm sliding under your shirt, right to the center of your aching belly. His touch was warm. Grounding

“Mm... poor baby”

He murmured against your neck, voice husky, lazy

“Hurts that bad, huh?”

You nodded, lips trembling. He moved his hand in slow, soothing circles, the weight of it making your muscles twitch and relax

“Wish I could take it from you”

He whispered

“But I can do something else... get your mind off it for a while”

You felt his hand shift lower, fingers grazing the waistband of your shorts

“Shhh… I’ll be gentle. Just let me help”

He kissed behind your ear, slow and unhurried. His voice dropped lower, rougher

“Don’t worry about the mess. That’s all mine to handle.”

You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric, his other hand still stroking your belly like a charm against the pain

“Let me take care of you, yeah?”

He whispered, his breath hot against your skin

And at that moment, you weren’t thinking about cramps. Just him. His hands. His voice, his warmth. The way he worshipped you—bloody days and all