It was the worst time of the month, and a particularly bad day.

You’d gotten your period out of the blue, and had to take an emergency trip to the store to get everything you needed before disaster struck, and you were left with nothing.

So, you got there in record time, raided the feminine products section, and were checking out in the next five minutes. But there was one small issue. You were short a whole 50 cents.

It was barely anything. You begged and begged the guy at the register, and yet, he insisted that he couldn’t just let you off. Not even for 50 cents, because apparently that was where the line was drawn.

Nico had been standing behind you the whole time as you argued with him, and it was starting to piss him off. Not towards you, but to the idiot who was seriously about to send you away for 50 cents.

His day had been long, considering he’d just come straight from basic training to the store. He hadn’t even had time to change out of his uniform.

You were being so polite about it, and Nico was definitely spending way too much time staring at you. When his body moved before his thoughts did, and suddenly his arm was reaching out with his card, he was powerless to stop it.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” Nico said, shooting you a smile as he paid for your shopping without even stopping to consider if it was a good idea or not.

Or if you wanted him to. But he’d deal with the consequences later.

You looked up at him in shock, and he could tell you were about to lecture him for his help. But he just shook his head. “Please, don’t worry about it.” He nodded towards the bag. “This stuff shouldn’t even be that expensive anyway,” he added with sigh.

That last statement was thrown towards the cashier with a glare.