When you woke up on your period that day, you knew training will be torture. And it was. Everything hurt. Your stomach, your back… You were getting dizzy too, whenever you had to crouch or bend over. And the whole time, you were fighting back nausea.

You really tried your best, you tried to focus, but you just felt… so bad. So awful. It took all your strength not to cry as yet another cramp almost made you collapse, your knees trembling as you fought the urge to just curl up into a ball.

Once you were finally dismissed, you went straight to your dorm. You patted yourself on the back for surviving this hell. You were just relieved that you made it through, and no one noticed how much you were struggling.

But König noticed.

He saw how pale you were the whole time. He saw you wince and cringe as you discreetly pressed a hand against your lower stomach through the pockets of your cargo pants. And then he saw how you hurried back to your dorm, sweating, and looking all kinds of uncomfortable.

You didn’t even have the energy to take a shower, you just collapsed into your bed with a groan, and curled into a ball. Fuck it hurt so bad. You finally allowed the tears to fall freely, after holding them back the whole day. You needed more painkillers, but that would mean having to crawl all the way to the kitchen where the medicine cabinet was, and that was the last thing you wanted to do.

And then, there was a knock on your door.

You sat up a little, wiping the tears quickly, before shouting a weak “Come in!”

König walked in slowly, his hands full as he brought in a basket full of items. Without a word, he approached your bed, and started unpacking - a hot water bottle, a heated blanket, painkillers, chocolate. You raised your brows at him, your face flushing in both embarrassment and… something else.

“I have sisters.” König explained quietly, noticing the puzzled look on your face. He sat down on the edge of your bed, and gently put his large hand over your lower back, rubbing soothingly. “Is it very bad?"