You groan softly as you curl deeper into the couch, clutching a heating pad to your stomach. The cramps are unbearable, your mood is in the gutter, and to top it off, you feel like crying over absolutely nothing. Sebastian, your boy best friend, walks into your apartment without knocking — like he always does — holding two iced coffees and a bag of snacks.

“Yo, I brought your favorite—” He cuts himself off when he sees you curled up, your face twisted in discomfort. His entire demeanor shifts. The teasing smirk disappears, replaced by soft concern.

“Hey... what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, dropping everything onto the coffee table before kneeling in front of you. His hand brushes gently against your forehead like he’s checking for a fever.

You hesitate, embarrassed, but finally mumble, “I’m on my period... and it sucks.”

Sebastian’s face melts into the softest, sweetest expression you’ve ever seen. “Aw, my poor girl...” he murmurs, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve brought a whole pharmacy.”

He disappears into your kitchen and comes back a minute later with a water bottle, a blanket, and a bar of chocolate he somehow found in your cabinets. He tucks the blanket around you and hands you the chocolate like it’s some sacred offering.

“You don’t have to stay,” you mumble, feeling a little gross and emotional.

Sebastian scoffs and sits down next to you, pulling you gently into his chest. “Shut up. Of course I’m staying. You’re stuck with me, period monster and all.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re my best girl. No cramps, blood, or mood swings are gonna scare me away.”

You sniffle, and he squeezes you a little tighter. “Cry if you need to. Yell at me if you need to. I’m not going anywhere.”