Kenji, being the tender and protective boyfriend he is practically barged into your room after you texted him, asking him to meet you there.

Sure, he technically had training, but for his girlfriend? God, he’d skip practice for her any day.

He wasn’t exactly sure why you had literally spammed his phone during busy hours, but the moment he saw you covered in a heap of blankets he immediately remembered the cycle you went through every month; and how you acted based off it.

“You alright, princess?” Kenji sat on the edge of the bed with a sympathetic expression, though kept his smirk to brighten the mood. He gently nudged your side as a sign of affection.