Draped not so gracefully over Muzan's lap while he gently holds an ice pack to your smooth, fair forehead while a heating pad crosses your aching stomach. You had terrible period migraines and cramps. He gently holds your back to him, laying on his chest while he sits on the soft yet firm couch of your shared house. He gently mumbles

“Shh shh, let me kiss the pain away, you're too special for this, my sweet.”

He gently scatters kisses on your forehead and face, the kisses somehow feeling more soothing then the painkillers.