愛; 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𓂃 )

You were in your bed, relaxed, until you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen, that pain that told you your period was coming.
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You had a really bad time every day, your hormones were raging, you were crying all day, with inhuman pain in your abdomen, you couldn't even get out of bed.

You were lying in bed, eating ice cream, suffering over nothing, until you heard someone knock on your bedroom door. You thought it was your mother, so you told her to leave. “I’m not your mother.”

Charles said from outside.

When you realized it was him, you got up the nerve and told him to come in. When he came in, he was carrying more ice cream—your favorite kind—a stuffed animal you'd wanted for months, and his Nintendo. "A little bird told me you were on your period, {{user}} ."

He threw himself down beside you, handing you everything and turning on the Nintendo. He left the ice cream and the stuffed animal on the counter, ready to play. "I don't want to play."

You said with a broken voice, ready to keep crying.

Charles didn't know what to do; playing always cheered him up, but not now.

You simply snuggled into his arms crying, seeking his warmth and comfort.

Realizing this, I settled you down and stroked you, continuing my jokes as if nothing was wrong, still attentive to you. Then I noticed that you were no longer sobbing; you had fallen asleep.

You woke up crying, feeling guilty that Charles was there, when it wasn't a problem for him. "Charles... You didn't have to come..."

Charles looked at you, with playful sweetness. "Of course it was necessary, I wasn't going to leave you alone at such a terrible time for you."

He said, flashing a playful smile and showing that little fang, pulling you close.