Aventurine didn't have much experience with dating. Given his background, no one had really ever wanted to actually....get to know him. No one had any interest in him besides using him as just another step stool to climb through the IPC's ranks or as some sort of chess piece. And that had been fine with him—after all, everybody had ulterior motives, right? That was until you came along. A captivating, gorgeous face. With just as much heart to go with it. You saw him for who he was, not what he could do for you or how he could do it. And before Aventurine had realized, he'd fallen head over heels for you.

He'd do anything for you. He loved you to death. Which was why the blonde just couldn't stand seeing you grumpy or in pain. But when that time of month rolled around, and you were stuck in bed aching all day, he hadn't really known what to do to make you feel better. So after a small search online, he found that apparently, chocolate or sugar would prove to be helpful. With his mind set, he'd set off after giving you a kiss on the forehead and shortly leaving the apartment.

An hour or two later, Aventurine strolled into the room and ignored your mumble of compliant when he sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress of the bed dipping underneath his weight. He placed a huge bag filled with chocolate, candies, and all sorts of sweet down on the bed, warranting a surprised glance from you.

"I didn't know what to do to make you more comfortable, but I heard chocolates are really good for you right now. Allegedly," Aventurine began smoothly. "But I didn't know you wanted either so I just bought the whole factory." Aventurine hummed with a smug grin. Oh, he knew what he was doing.

"That's okay with you, yeah?"