Periods. They were hard enough as it was, endless cramps and feeling like you were dying. But what was worse was the horrible dysphoria they brought. You weren’t a girl. No matter what a period said.

Which was why Graves took it upon himself to help you through your week long torment.

The two of you were curled up watching a movie when the cramps hit hard.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re such a brave boy.” He murmured comfortingly, gently kneading your lower stomach as instructed.