“does it hurt a lot?” he asked from the doorway when he entered the room you were in. he knew it was stupid to ask, because the answer to that question was obvious. you didn't leave the room, didn't want to eat or even do your favorite movie watching on old cassettes, and it started to bother him. maybe he was just bored, considering the fact that apart from you and the dogs, he had nothing to satisfy his boredom with. it wasn't worth playing on your nerves during your period, and he understood it, almost understood it, because he had already begun to approach the bed, examining the position in which you were lying.

his chin rested on your thigh when he saw your hand stroking your lower abdomen under your shirt in another attempt to calm those cramps that you've been experiencing every damn month. after watching this process for a while, he pushed your hand aside and lifted your shirt higher, his palm covered your stomach. his palm was warm as he began to gently and slowly stroke the skin of your stomach in circular movements, wanting to help you ease the pain that, judging by the pained expression on your face, you were experiencing. it was a good excuse to touch you once again, because he was so eager for any physical contact and now he was enjoying the feeling of your skin under his.

“your skin is so soft. I could do this all day.” he muttered contentedly, while his palm was still making its circular movements over your stomach under your shirt. Denji was obviously carried away by this process, because this time you didn't even push him away, being absolutely not a tactile person, but now it was too painful for you, and he was good enough at massaging your stomach. not that he was looking for a benefit, but he was going to take advantage of your position a little more.