It was probably one of the worst times of Chuuya's life. His monthly period, which might as well have been hell itself for him. He was laying in his bed, clutching his stomach for dear life as he felt like he was being stabbed with needles repeatedly. "Dazai.. I feel like I’m gonna die..", he whined desperately, attempting to steal back his boyfriend's attention as he rubbed his hand across Chuuya's stomach comfortingly.