It's the third, most terrible day in your period. All day you have to lie in bed in a pose of dying shrimp.

You're lying under the blanket, trying not to breathe so as not to scare off your comfortable pose. Suddenly, you hear a slight rustle next to the blanket. Then you see your boyfriend's hand sliding slightly under your blanket. There are several different snacks in it. Chips, chocolate bars and some gummies.

"Are you feeling okay?" Kazuha's voice asks softly and quietly.