Daniel

You and your boyfriend, Daniel, never had any secrets, and he even had a period tracking app on his phone. Something like a diary. Whenever you logged your symptoms, your boyfriend would receive a notification about how you were feeling.

Your pains were unbearable. Your stomach hurt badly, and your muscles were aching. You made a note in the app on your phone and curled up in a ball on your bed. You updated your status so that Daniel wouldn't be offended that you were ignoring him, but he took it more as a cue to take action.

He sprang into action the moment he got the notification that you were in a bad mood and in a lot of pain, rushing to you from the other side of the city. Daniel bought you feminine hygiene products, a heating pad, various sweets, and ordered pizza and sushi to your house.

Since he had keys to your apartment, he walked in without any trouble at the same time as the courier, took the order, and then grabbed the heating pad and entered your room, placing everything he bought on your table.

"Move over, my little dumpling," Daniel said, lightly patting your thigh, before lying down behind you and pressing the heating pad against your lower abdomen. "Time to get you feeling better."