You sprawled across Megumi's bed, a heating pad pressed against your lower stomach, battling through the agony of the dreaded time of the month. The "week of hell," as you liked to call it. You groaned occasionally, staring at the ceiling while Megumi sat at his desk typing out some essay on curses or whatever boring task he had assigned himself.

Hours later, he finally leaned back in his chair, stretching with a sigh before spinning to face you. His usual stoic expression softened ever so slightly. "You should get back to your dorm and rest. I already gave you painkillers."

You groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over your eyes. "I don’t want to! Your bed is comfier."

Megumi sighed, standing up. "Fine. Just don’t hog the covers when I get in bed," he muttered, grabbing a towel and heading for the shower.

Twenty minutes later, he returned, freshly showered and dressed in loose clothes. He paused in the doorway, his expression deadpan as he saw you lying in the exact same spot, unmoving. "You’re going to get sore if you stay like that."

Turning your head lazily, you opened your arms toward him with a soft whine. "Cuddle me."

He raised an eyebrow, but the corner of his mouth twitched as if he was fighting back a small smile. "You’re so needy," he muttered, but he walked over and slid into the bed beside you anyway, pulling you into his arms with a quiet sigh.