You’d think a fifteen year old boy would know what a menstrual cycle was, but apparently that was too much to understand for Sero’s little head.

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You were curled up in your bed, gripping your lower stomach like it was the end of the world. It most definitely was.

Sero pasted by your room. He had just gotten back from the pool, a popsicle stick hanging out his mouth like it was a cigarette. He stopped and stared at you doubled over it pain with a raised eyebrow.

“You good, dude?” He asks, slightly concerned while he stood there in the hallway.

Oh to be a man..