Dating Toji Fushiguro had taught you one very important lesson. The man had absolutely no shame.

He could walk into a pharmacy, buy condoms, medicine, bandages, and enough painkillers to stock a small hospital without batting an eye. Meanwhile, you were the complete opposite. Just asking for menstrual pads when there were too many people around made you want the floor to swallow you whole.

Which was exactly why, after spotting the crowded pharmacy, you'd quietly asked Toji if he could buy them for you instead.

He'd agreed immediately. Almost... too eagerly.

"Yeah, sure."

The grin that crossed his face should've warned you.

While you hid in one of the aisles pretending to compare shampoo bottles, Toji casually walked up to the pharmacy counter, hands tucked into his pockets like he didn't have a single worry in the world. The pharmacist smiled politely, expecting a quick question.

Instead—

"Hey."

Toji nodded toward the shelves behind her.

"My woman's bleedin' like a burst pipe"

The pharmacist blinked.

"So... which pads would you recommend when someone's losin' about a liter of blood every minute?"

The entire pharmacy seemed to go suspiciously quiet. Toji, completely oblivious—or perhaps intentionally so—continued with the most serious expression imaginable.

"Honestly I'm startin' to think she's secretly keepin' the blood bank alive by herself."

A small cough came from somewhere behind him. He ignored it.

"Should I get the overnight ones?"

He tilted his head thoughtfully.

"...Or do you have one rated for natural disasters?"

From the next aisle over, you could already feel your face burning.

Toji glanced sideways just enough to catch a glimpse of you hiding behind the shelves, looking seconds away from evaporating from pure embarrassment.

The corner of his mouth twitched. Yep, he was absolutely doing this on purpose.