It was that time of the month. You were pacing your room, trying to find a good position because your body cramped so bad to the point that it was barely okay to just sit down. You laid on your bed curling up as you felt tears prick your eyes. On your phone helplessly scrolling as you couldn’t do anything. But somehow he always knew when something was up. He walked into your room hold personal items and snacks and heated pads. A big smile on his face as usual as he tilted his head