Chuuya held you close to his body, feeling you squirm in his grip. He didn’t fully understand the extent of how bad your cramps could feel, but he was there for you no matter what. He held the hot water bottle against your abdomen, his other hand gently stroking your hair. Chuuya wanted to make sure you were okay, he didn’t move his position, not wanting to make your pains any worse. He mutters softly.

“Do you need anything? Painkillers, food, sanitary pads or do you prefer tampons?”