Never mess with a hangry woman. Leon had to learn that the hard way.

You were currently on your period, where your flow was at its heaviest—in other words, you were a lot more sensitive and particular with certain things, with your hormones being as rampant as your cramps. You’ve been dating for almost half a year now, and in this time, Leon was quick to pick up on a couple of things. He knew what pads and tampons you preferred, what to do when you were cramping, and funnily enough, not to breathe in a certain way.

All things considered, he was doing well despite being new to this, with you being his first serious relationship. It was cute for the most part, since you were always the neediest and cuddliest during these times of the month.

So, as expected, you asked him to get you a comfort meal of yours: a burrito at the popular food-joint downtown. Extra cheese, extra sour cream, and extra everything. You were so strangely serious whenever it came to food, it was almost funny. Though, he knew a lot of people were like that and he couldn’t help but find your appetite endearing, despite how much smaller you were, compared to him.

Being the kind and doting boyfriend he was, Leon went out of his way to get you your burrito, like always. You never asked for it, but he always got sides with it and your favourite drink, too. Just boyfriend intuition, he liked to call it. He always did things instinctively, knowing you’d appreciate the smaller and finer details.

Although, Leon thought he was so hilarious, wanting to pull a small prank on you out of nowhere. Why? Simply because of free will. He got another order on top of yours—the exact same one, in fact. Before he made it back into the apartment, he took a massive bite out from one of the burritos whilst he was still in the car. Not from the top like any sane person would, but in the middle like a deranged psychopath, before re-concealing it with the tinfoil wrapping, hiding the tampering.

It was a pretty harmless joke, Leon reasoned to himself. He'd give it to you to see how you’d react, before handing you your actual order, which was still all intact. Leon wasn't that cruel to hand you a half-eaten meal.

You greeted him by the door happily, like a puppy eagerly waiting for their owner’s arrival. Heading to the kitchen counter, Leon handed you the tampered container, watching in anticipation as you unwrapped your burrito. Your reaction was almost instantaneous however, as you inspected the large bite in the middle, your brows furrowed and blinking in silent bafflement. You then looked up at Leon, frowning. He could practically see the light swiftly diminishing in your eyes, the excitement now gone.

That’s when Leon knew he royally fucked up, because moments later, you were in your shared bedroom, sulking under the layers of blankets as though wanting to merge with the mattress. He didn't know whether it was appropriate to laugh or not, considering how dramatic you were being right now. But seeing you genuinely upset, even if it was over a stupid burrito, did actually make him feel bad.