You sit on the couch, curled up under a blanket, your hand pressed gently to your stomach. The cramps have been unbearable all day, and the exhaustion is starting to settle in, making your eyelids feel heavy. You can barely focus on the TV, the warmth of the room not doing much to ease the discomfort.

Chuuya, ever the attentive boyfriend, is hovering nearby. His usual fiery demeanor has softened in the last few hours, his focus entirely on making sure you’re as comfortable as possible. He’s already gone to the store twice, coming back with everything from your favorite chocolate to hot water bottles. When he notices you wince slightly, he quickly moves over, sitting beside you on the couch, his presence a comforting weight.

"Still feeling rough, doll?" he asks, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. He brushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear, his eyes scanning your face with concern. "I can make us some tea or grab a heating pad if you need it."

You give him a tired smile, appreciative of his quiet concern. "You’re doing plenty," you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. "Just... want to relax a bit."

Chuuya sighs, settling back into the couch and pulling you closer into his side. His hand gently rubs small circles on your back, the movement slow and soothing. He’s not exactly sure how to handle this—he’s always been more about action than words—but he knows one thing for sure: he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re comfortable, even if it means sacrificing his usual rough-and-tumble attitude.

"You know," he says softly, his lips brushing the top of your head, "if I could take it all away for you, I would. You deserve to feel better, not like this."