Venti winced in pain in bed as another cramp shot through his stomach, it felt like knives were clawing their way out of him.

His period cramps were always tortuous to endure, let alone be fine during it. So, he made his way to his husband’s office, sitting on his lap and demanding comfort from his partner’s pyro vision.

“Use your hands to heat up my stomach, it’ll act like a warming bottle. Please.”