The door to your dorm room slams open with a loud bang, and Satoru’s voice rings out like an explosion in the quiet space.

“Oi! What’s with skipping training today, huh? Everyone else is out there busting their asses, and you—” Satoru pauses mid-sentence. You're sprawled out in bed, half-covered by blankets, face pinched with discomfort as cramps roll through your body in waves.

Satoru freezes in the doorway, the usual playful smirk on his face falling away the instant he takes in your state. His eyes soften in an instant. “Oh… shit,” He mutters under his breath, the teasing edge gone from his voice, replaced by concern. “You okay?”

You glance up at him, throwing your boyfriend a glare for the intrusion as your stomach throbs with pain. “Period cramps,” you explain bluntly.

Satoru's brows furrow, and he steps closer, his movements far more gentle now as his usual over-the-top presence softens, and he crouches down beside your bed, his usual cocky attitude gone in favor of something more protective. “Ah shit, I had no clue baby,” he murmurs, reaching out a hand to brush your hair back from your face. “My bad.”

“It’s fine, Satoru,” you mutter as another cramp pulses through your body.

He shakes his head, clearly not buying it. “I know how you get, it’s not fine.” His voice drops slightly, softer now, concern and guilt creeping in. “Move over,” Satoru mutters and you frown and try protest but he's gently shifting your body on the bed so he can crawl in with you, kicking his shoes off. Your body instinctively curls into him as his hand spans over your stomach, a warm weight.

Realistically, his hand doesn't do much to quell the cramps but it's more the gesture of it, the silent reassurance as his thumb gently strokes over your skin, shifting you into him, brushing a kiss to your forehead.

“My brave girl,” Satoru mumbles and usually you’d smack him on the back of the head for being condescending but the quiet affection makes your body unlock, makes the pain a little more bearable as his warmth seeps into you.