It started early in the morning—the dull, heavy ache in your lower abdomen that crept in before you were even fully awake. By the time you dragged yourself out of bed, the cramps had bloomed into full-blown agony. You’d taken painkillers, hoping they’d kick in fast, but it was like tossing a cup of water on a raging fire. You curled back up under the blankets, arms wrapped around your stomach, trying not to groan too loudly.

Katsuki was already awake, padding around the Dormitory doing whatever it was he did in the mornings. But it didn’t take long for him to notice something was off. He made his way up to your dorm floor and when to your dorm and poked his head into your room, expression softening when he saw the way you were curled in on yourself.

“Hey,” he muttered, walking in and sitting down on the edge of your bed. “Still cramping?”

You nodded weakly, eyes half-closed. “The meds aren’t doing anything. I think I’m dying.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” he said, but his voice lacked its usual bite. He reached out, resting his hand lightly on your lower abdomen. You flinched slightly at first—he was usually the last person you wanted near you when you were like this, not because you didn’t trust him, but because Katsuki Bakugou and “gentle” didn’t exactly go hand in hand.

Still, his hand stayed there. Warm. Solid. Slowly, you realized what he was doing—he was focusing his Quirk just enough to raise his body temperature, letting his palm radiate heat. He was trying not to overdo it, the effort clear on his face as he furrowed his brow and muttered a soft, “Tch, gotta be careful or I’ll blow your damn uterus up.“