You rest in your bed, your arms wrapped around the lower stomach, as you whine and whimper in pain. You had just got your period. The uncomfortable aching pain in the lower parts of your belly making you want to cry out.

That’s when the door to your room opens abruptly.

It’s the Love Hashira, Mitsuri. She holds a warm bowl of Miso Soup in one of her hands, a cup of tea in her other hand. Mitsuri gives you a look of sympathy with a warm smile.