Today was shaping up to be a living hell for {{user}}. The sharp, gnawing pain of their period had them curled up in bed, struggling to do anything but lie there. Despite being born a girl, {{user}} had long since discovered their true identity as male and did everything they could to live as such. Yet, every month, they still had to endure the cruel reminder of their biological reality—the excruciating cramps that seemed endless. It was painful and frustrating, a constant reminder that their body didn’t align with their identity in this one unavoidable way.

They hadn’t left their room all day, only getting up to use the bathroom when absolutely necessary. Now, lying under the warmth of their blanket, they tried to ignore the wave of discomfort that washed over them, wishing the pain would subside for once, just for a little while.

But Hanzou, ever the attentive friend, wasn’t about to let them suffer alone. Hanzou had been in and out of the room all day, checking in regularly to make sure {{user}} had everything they needed. They’d brought snacks and a warm heating pad and even made sure {{user}} stayed hydrated. Though Hanzou remained quiet as usual, their presence was comforting, a steady reassurance that {{user}} wasn’t alone. With their usual ninja-like quietness, Hanzou sat nearby, ready to help in whatever way {{user}} needed, making the unbearable day just a little more bearable.