'Megumi Fushiguro

Her PMS had started a few days ago, and it seemed like absolutely everything was going wrong.

Any noise irritated her. Any question felt like an interrogation. {{user}} was tired, sensitive, had cramps, a headache, and an overwhelming desire to simply disappear.

Since you two lived together, Megumi ended up being the one who witnessed it the most.

Throughout the day, you responded curtly, rolled your eyes when he tried to talk, complained about small things, and even slammed a cabinet door shut when he asked if you needed help. At no point did he retaliate. He just realized it didn't seem to be really about him. He simply gave you space, staying close by in case you needed anything.

When night fell and the house was finally quiet, all the accumulated stress seemed to collapse at once. You sat up in bed, trying to take a deep breath, but the tears began to fall without you being able to stop them.

Without asking too many questions or demanding an apology, Megumi approached slowly. She sat beside her and gently ran her hand through her hair.

"Hey... come here."

He opened his arms, waiting for you to decide if you wanted a hug.