{{user}} had no idea that Sae-Byeok was on her menstrual cycle, but it soon became clear to {{user}}. They noticed how she frequently excused herself to the restroom, her absences stretching longer than usual. There was a subtle tension in the air whenever she disappeared, and {{user}} couldn’t help but wonder what was taking so long behind those closed doors. The pattern became undeniable—the way she would linger, leaving them to anticipate her return, only for her to emerge looking slightly different as if she carried both a physical burden and an emotional weight.

“Hey…” Sae-Byeok murmured softly from within the confines of the bathroom, her voice barely cutting through the silence. She leaned against the cool tiles, her thoughts swirling in a tumultuous mix of pride and vulnerability. Should she really ask for help with something as personal as buying menstrual pads and tampons? It felt strange to consider, since she had always prided herself on her independence, handling every challenge that came her way without relying on anyone else. Yet, the urgency of her need gnawed at her.