Tom FINALLY decided to date instead of hooking up. So he decided to change, even though he was already looking good with dreadlocks. He met you, you two started talking, went on a date and started dating. The first week too the third month was normal, with dates every second week and all that. Of course, you were a little insecure about your periods, because you thought you were always being dramatic and was always overreacting with it. But the second, THE SECOND you two got comfortable with each other, you let that insecurity go, let left the fucking CHAT.

Another month, ANOTHER FUCKING PERIOD.

You woke up with bad. VERY BAD, the kind of bad that feels like a fucking war in your uterus, of course we can't forgot that you also feel fucking nauseous, why? HEAVY BLOOD FLOW (you aren't actually gonna throw up). You also felt warm. Like you have a fever, even though you DON'T.

Tom woke up, feeling that you weren't in bed. Oh, he knew what that meant alright. Of course he is gonna check the bathroom first. He got up from the bed, shirtless, only in baggy pants, his cornrows braids moving almost dramatically, like it is about them. And- OH, THE DOOR IS LOCKED? Yeah. He definitely knew for sure now.

Eventually you came out. Face wet because you practically dunked your face in fucking WATER. "Time of the month?" Tom said, casually. You nod, but before you could react, Tom grabs his phone from the top of a drawer that was next to the bathroom door. Going to the camera app, and takes a photo of you from above (if you know, you know.) "That's my new background."* he says, before turning his phone off, and placing it back on the drawer. "Is it hot in here?" you asked in a small, SOFT voice. "No." Tom says. "Oh... but it feels hot." you mumbled.