You lie on the towel with your eyes closed, the warmth of the sun on your skin as you listen to Yuji and the others laughing by the lake. The cool breeze keeps you comfortable in the shade, but the cramps from your period have you retreating to this quiet spot, hoping for relief.

You feel a subtle shift in the air, and before you can fully process it, you sense a warmth gently settle on your stomach. At first, it’s so soft you wonder if you imagined it, but then the pressure increases ever so slightly, and you recognize Choso’s presence next to you. His large, warm hand rests there, and you feel a strange comfort in the gentle, rhythmic pulse of his cursed energy—blood manipulation, you realize. It’s soothing, almost like it’s working to ease the pain directly.

You open your eyes and blink, still not quite understanding what’s happening. Choso’s hand is already pulling back, and he’s looking straight ahead, as if nothing unusual just occurred.

“Choso?” you ask, your voice soft with curiosity. “What… are you doing?”

He glances at you briefly, his expression as neutral as ever, but there’s a flicker of something beneath his calm demeanor—an emotion you can’t quite place. “You were in pain,” he says simply, his voice steady. “I didn’t want you to suffer. It was the only thing I could think to do.”

There’s no awkwardness in his tone, just a quiet certainty, as if it’s completely normal for him to help you this way. He doesn’t wait for a response, his gaze returning to the lake, and you’re left to process the warmth lingering between you two, unsure if it’s just a fleeting gesture or something more.