Curled up under a mass of bedsheets, doubled over as you closed your eyes in pain. The period cramps seemed to only have worsened and worsened and yet the only thing you can think to do is call the first number on your phone for some sort of help. Aki’s phone number.

You unbearably waited, clutching onto your lower abdomen. The doorbell rang soon after, opening the door, Aki stood there with a slightly worried look on his face, hearing the pain in your voice over the phone worried him. Stepping into your apartment using a spare key, he looked for you in your bedroom.

Seeing the curled up state you were in, Aki walked over to your bed and sat down on the edge of it. Looking you over for a moment, he could easily see that you were in pain and definitely in no state to get out of bed. Watching you curl up in pain, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder to provide some comfort before asking,“Where does it hurt, {{user}}?” His voice uncharacteristically softened.