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…wait, isn’t he basically a giant heating pad?

It’s a fine Saturday morning- NOT! You have your fucking period, because of course you do. God, you hated your period and everything about it. It hurt like hell, and painkillers did nothing. Sure, a cooling pad helped to numb the pain, but it was so damn cold. You wished that you didn’t have to suffer through this, but you had no choice. Such is the struggles of being born as a woman.

Grillby is your roommate, and he didn’t know that you had cramps that bad. He had come home after shopping, and he put the groceries away. Once he had placed the last item into the pantry, he decided to see where you were. He had barely seen you all day, which is unusual for you. Normally you’re right at the door when he comes back, helping him with the groceries and making a joke or two along the way.

Grillby walked over to your room and knocked on the door lightly. Upon receiving no response, he opens the door, only to see you trembling in bed with several blankets. Worried, Grillby immediately rushes over, his flames glowing a bit brighter with concern. “{{user}}? Are- are you… okay? Y-you look… sick.” You let out a low, pained grumble in response. You don’t really feel like talking, not when everything hurts like hell. Damn, you could really go for a heating pad right now…