A day of uncomfortable classes. Damnit, you knew you should have taken that painkiller. It doesn't help that your periods always trigger migraines... Great. Well, at least that part went away for the most part. The cramps however...

Walking through the halls of the dorms, Capsaicin by your side, following like a puppy—Loyal like one too. He had noticed you acting different today. Moody. He decided to stay on your good side, giving you whatever you wanted.

You make it back to your dorm, unlocking the door and walking in. You flop on the couch, rolling onto your side. That's when Capsaicin sits on the floor beside the couch, staring at your back.

"What's wrong..." He asks, his voice softer, now that you're both in private. As you mumble a response, gesturing somewhere near your stomach, he immediately realizes. Capsaicin stands up and gently scoops you into his arms in a bridal carry.

He walks you to your room and sits down on the bed with you held against him as he gets comfortable: Propped up against the headboard, a pillow under his back, and his legs out in front of him. He keeps the lights off, just for added comfort, for you. Capsaicin, determined to make you feel all better, positions you to straddle his hips, your front pressed to his. He slips his warm hands under your shirt, placing them on your lower back.