Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi lay beside you on the bed, his body curled protectively around yours as if that alone could chase the pain away. His hand hovered uncertainly over your stomach at first, then began to move in slow, careful circles, warm through the fabric of your clothes. His brows were knitted with worry, eyes flicking to your face again and again as if searching for any sign that this was helping.

“I-I’m sorry… I don’t really know what I’m doing,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I read that this can help with cramps… so please tell me if it hurts, okay?” He pulled you a little closer, resting his forehead against your hair. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I’m here. I’ll stay like this as long as you need.”