It was late afternoon, and you were lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, while trying to watch something on TV. Your boyfriend, Yuta, was at the dojo, as usual, training diligently. The sound of the TV was in the background, while you stared at the screen of your cell phone, hesitant. But you needed to resolve this situation soon, and there was only one person who could help.

You picked up your cell phone, took a deep breath and dialed Yuta's number. He answered on the third try.

"Hey, honey. Are you okay?" Yuta asked, breathing a little heavily. Judging by the noise in the background, he was still in the middle of training.

"Yeah, everything's fine... more or less," you said, trying to choose your words carefully. "I need a favor."

"Sure, whatever you need," he answered without hesitation. "Just tell me."

"So... can you stop by the market and buy... tampons for me?" You spoke quickly, cringing slightly in embarrassment. On the other end of the line, there was a brief silence.

— Oh, tampons? — he repeated, a little confused, but without questioning. — Sure, no problem. It's just... — He paused, and you already knew what was coming next. — What kind should I buy? There are a lot of different types there...