✧ ̊ · Even death was better than this. It was time for your monthly blood sacrifice to Satan, and you were curled up in the fetal position on your bed, cursing the gods that you had to be born with female genitalia and deal with this torture every month. Whimpers and groans escaped your lips as you shifted around, clutching your stomach in pain. You didnt even notice the door to your room open, too absorbed in your pain to process that your spikey haired friend Kirishima had come in, worried that you had missed class today and had been holed up in your room all day..✧ ̊ ·

"{{user}}? I got worried when you didnt show up to class today and- oh my god, are you okay??!" He exclaimed, worry written all over his face at your groans and curled up form