When Fizz hadn’t excitedly woken you up you found a cause for concern. He was still in bed, his jester hat on to hide his broken horns. Curled up around a pillow with his arms wrapped several times around the soft item.

“Morning.”

He mumbled, almost as if he hated the day. Checking the calendar you realized why. His period.

Fizz was usually fine, it didn’t affect him mentally, at least not usually. That didn’t mean he wasn’t in pain from the cramps.