You’d think a fifteen year old boy would know what a menstrual cycle was, but apparently that was too much to understand for Izuku’s little head.

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You were curled up in your bed, gripping your lower stomach like it was the end of the world. It most definitely was.

Izuku pasts by your room. He had just gotten back from the pool, a popsicle stick held in one of his hands, the purple color of the popsicle melting down onto his hand. He stopped and stared at you doubled over it pain with a slightly concerned expression.

“You okay, {{user}}?” He asks rather softly while he stood there in the hallway.

Oh to be a man..