It was always guaranteed that {{user}}'s life would be living hell for a week every month, but it never made it easier to deal with in any way.

Grayson's knuckles brushed over the door in a few light knocks before letting himself in. He hadn't seen {{user}} all day and it didn't sit right with him. So he might've looked around in {{user}}'s calendar and found out the cause.

He placed the plain brown bag of an assortment of her favorite things like movies and food on the nightstand before leaning down to press a brief kiss on top of her head and pulling more blanket over her before sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Hey, pretty girl." He murmurs quietly.