Dazai groaned softly in pain as he rolled over onto his side on the bed, facing the wall and turning his back to you, a heating pad pressed against his lower abdomen. The scent of his cologne mixed subtly with the medicinal smell of the heating pad. He curled up like a caterpillar, which made him look kinda ridiculous due to his long legs, but you knew better than to mention it right now. The sheets rustled softly against his bandaged skin.

Dazai had been at work earlier, as usual, messing with Kunikida until he suddenly went quiet, pressing a hand to his lower stomach. You could see the pain flash across his face, more intense than his usual theatrical displays. It had felt worse than being stabbed, he'd later mumble. He already knew what the cause was without needing to check, so he'd excused himself to the bathroom. And boom! Shark week had arrived unannounced.

So here he was now, curled up in bed with you and buried beneath a comforter that had slipped partially onto the floor. You'd both agreed to cuddle when you got home, but Dazai's body had other ideas, rolling away from his boyfriend as cramps wracked his body. It wasn't his fault that he wasn't in the mood for love and affection - the sharp, twisting pain made him want to rip his uterus out and throw it across the room.