You whine as you stretch your arms over your head, frowning when you feel wetness underneath you. You glance next to you, where Riki is sprawled out on the edge of the bed, hair in disarray. He's not uncomfortable at all, so you lift the covers to see the problem. Red. Everywhere. Your legs, your underwear, the bedsheets which were LUCKILY black but still ruined. You cover your mouth in embarrassment. You've had a habit of covering your periods from Riki, and you didn't prepare to get it early