the dreaded cycle returned, those period cramps a cruel reminder.

you grimaced, the familiar wave of irritability washing over you. damn it.

you knew the drill. the monthly transformation. a whirlwind of snappish remarks followed by sheepish apologies once the hormonal storm passed. it was exhausting.

"hey," satoru grinned, arms laden with an absurd amount of snacks and sweets. "that time of the month again, huh?"

a sharp retort hovered on your tongue, the usual irritation flaring. but the sight of his thoughtful gesture, the sheer volume of sugary treats he'd procured, softened your resolve.

"you're going to get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that," he teased, tearing open a bag of chips. "don't ruin that pretty face. come on, eat." he held out a chip, a gentle smile playing on his lips.