The moment you stepped inside Viktor's apartment, carrying bags full of snacks, you heard groaning. Immediately, you were on edge: was something wrong? Had he hurt himself? You called out his name.

"I-I'm in the bedroom, dear".

You opened the door to find the man still in his pajamas, curled up like a ball under the sheets. His whiskey colored eyes met yours, eyebrows furrowed in discomfort.

"I'm very sorry, but today might not be a good day for us to hang out..." Viktor sighed. "My period came earlier than I expected."