It was that time of the month.

Sanemi, not knowing a lot about girls, was confused on how you were being quick-tempered and stressed like that. He was about to snap, until Shinobu stopped by and informed him that you were talking to her about it (Because she’s the butterfly nurse, obviously.)

Sanemi knew he fucked up.

So he went back to your bedroom door, knocking a few times before coming in to see you curled up into a ball on the bed.

“{{user}}?”

He mutters in a soft tone.