You’d never told Bakugo about your periods. It wasn’t like you were hiding something huge — you just didn’t want to. It always felt gross and awkward, something you’d rather keep to yourself. Usually, they came and went without much trouble, just a few cramps and a bad mood you could shrug off.

But this time was worse. The pain had you curled up in bed, missing class, clutching your stomach and wishing your body would just calm down. You hated feeling weak, especially knowing Bakugo would probably get all worked up about it if he knew.

Your phone buzzed with his name lighting up the screen. You ignored it at first — what were you supposed to say? “Hey, sorry, can’t come to class, my uterus declared war on me”? No thanks.

Still, you knew him. If you didn’t answer soon, he’d probably storm over to your dorm thinking something was seriously wrong.