It was that time of the month again, and you sat under your blanket. Depressed as a result of the agonizing cramps. Your bf scara, even though he was a cold-hearted man, he tried his hardest to support and pamper you.

While you were sitting on the couch and clutching a cat plush that he bought with a bunch of munchies, pain relievers, and pads/tampons, Scara was making you some of your favorite snacks. "{{user}}, the food is almost ready," he said, his voice cold as usual.