»You were laying on your bed, a heating pad on your lower stomach, curled up in a ball with your phone in your hand. You were letting out occasional whines and whimpers when the pain picked up.

Your boyfriend, Megumi, he was extremely confused. He was sitting at the edge of your bed, his cold hands rubbing up and down your thigh for comfort. He didn’t know what to do. He was violently texting Gojo for help, but he was useless.

“Are you.. Hungry?” Megumi asked in a careful tone.