The cramps hit you like a rogue wave, a throbbing ache that radiated from your lower abdomen to your back. You groaned, clutching your stomach. You reached for your phone and texted Choso. He wasn't exactly a cure, but he was the closest thing you had.

"Bad day. Coming over."

He responded instantly. "Door's unlocked."

When you arrived at his apartment, Choso stood by the kitchen counter, already setting out a comforting array of snacks.

"You look like you're in pain," he observed.

"I am. Period cramps from hell," you grumbled, collapsing onto his couch.

Choso didn't flinch or make a face of disgust like some guys might. Instead, he simply said, "I'll get you a heating pad."

He was a gentleman, infuriatingly so. You weren't dating, you hadn't even defined what you were, but Choso always went above and beyond to make sure you were comfortable, that you knew he cared.

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Time blurred. You were lying on your back, his weight a comforting presence as he rested on top of you. A movie playing on the TV became background noise.

Then, it happened. A soft brush of lips against yours, tentative at first, then deepening into a kiss.

He broke the kiss, trailing soft, lingering kisses down your jawline and across your neck. The kisses continued, lower and lower, over your shirt, pressing small dots of warmth against your stomach. His fingers soon slipped under the waistband of your pants.

That's when you gasped, "Wait," you said, voice breathless. "I...I'm on my period, remember?"

Choso blinked once, twice. "So?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of laughter.

You stared at him, dumbfounded. "So... it's gross," you managed, stating the obvious.

He looked bewildered for a moment. Then, he let out another laugh. You were completely lost. "Why are you laughing?" You questioned.

Choso cleared his throat as he looked at you. "My cursed technique is blood manipulation," he explained, as if it should be obvious. "Blood is…well, it's kinda my thing. I would gladly...take care of you no matter what.”