🏳️⚧️🥞, and TW for menstruation and period related things (including sanitary pads)
dear readers, do not read if you're uncomfortable with the above or too immature to read it seriously!!
He didn’t wake up all at once. First was the uncomfortable warmth, then the sticky feeling against his skin, then the dull, creeping awareness that something was wrong.
Akito blinked blearily at the dark ceiling, his thoughts slow and foggy. For a moment, he just lay there, trying to place the strange discomfort. Then it clicked, and he shot upright so fast the futon rustled loudly beneath him.
His voice came out as a rough and annoyed whisper, careful not to be too loud and wake up Toya. He glanced down, already knowing what he’d find, and grimaced.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, wincing slightly as he shifted. The faint light from the morning sun slipped in through the slightly not-closed-by-the-curtain window, just enough for him to see the situation clearly. His sweatpants were stained with thw unwanted koolaid, the futon beneath him not faring much better.
Akito exhaled slowly through his nose, trying not to let the frustration spike too high. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was definitely one of the worst timings. Sleeping over at someone else’s place—one of his partners—no less.
He glanced over his shoulder.
Toya was still asleep on the bed, turned slightly onto his side, breathing evenly. His expression was peaceful. For a second, Akito just looked at him.
He felt a brief, soft tug in his chest.
Then he shook his head lightly.
“Yeah, no—I’m not waking him up for this,” he muttered under his breath.
Carefully, he slipped out from under the blanket, moving as quietly as possible.
There was a small rustle from next to her.
Said boy sighed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake ya up.”
Kanade pushed herself up slowly, hair a mess, eyes barely open. She blinked at him, still half-asleep. “What’s wrong…?”
Akito shifted, suddenly feeling a bit awkward under her gaze. He scratched his cheek, avoiding eye contact for a second before just saying it.
“Uh. Where d’you keep pads?”
Kanade blinked once—twice—and then sat up straighter, most traces of sleep gone. “Oh.”
She swung her legs over the side of the bed immediately, almost blacking out trying to stand too fast. Also wincing when she almost woke Mizuki up.
“Wait—I’ll come with you.” she said.
“You don’t have to,” Akito said quickly, holding up a hand. “Go back to sleep. Seriously, I can handle it. Just tell me where it is.”
Unfortunately, the composer was already standing and determined to help. Welp.
“It’s okay,” she said softly, voice gentle but firm. “I’m awake now.”
Akito exhaled, giving in with a small shrug. “Suit yourself.”
They walked to the bathroom together, the floor cool under their feet. The light flicked on, a bit too bright for the hour, and Kanade squinted slightly.
There was already a bucket in the corner by the time she got there—Akito must’ve set it up before going to wake her. Inside were his sweatpants and the part of the futon cover he’d managed to strip off, soaking in water.
“I got most of it out already,” he said, nodding toward it. “Well… tried to, anyway.”
Kanade glanced at the bucket, then back at him, her expression softening. “You did well.”
Akito huffed quietly. “Yeah, well. Not exactly my first time dealing with this.”
She crouched slightly by the cabinet, opening it and reaching for a pack before handing one to him. "What size do you want—?"
"Thirty centimeters… or thirty-five if you have any." he mumbled.
Kanade looked around. “…Here.” she said, handing him a 30cm pad. "I don't normally get that heavy of flow, so I don't have any thirty-five… sorry."
He took it, fingers brushing lightly against hers for a second.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The quiet returned, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Akito shifted his weight again, then leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to Kanade’s cheek.
“Thanks,” he said, softer.
Kanade blinked, a faint pink tinting her cheeks, but she smiled gently. “Don't worry about the futon… Mochizuki-san is coming over today, so I can ask her to help with it."
Now it was Akito's turn to flush pink. "No—s'embarassing." he grumbled.
"Ah… are you not out to her yet—?"
"Nah, 'm already out to Mochizuki. S'just embarassing."
He straightened, already moving to handle the rest. “Seriously, though. Go back to bed. I’ll deal with this.”
She hesitated for a second, watching him, then nodded. “Okay. But wake me up again if you need help. Or Mizuki, or Toya. We'll help.”
“Yeah, yeah, got it. Thanks,” he replied, though genuine.
Kanade lingered for just a moment longer before quietly stepping out, closing the door behind her.
When she stepped back into her room, she was immediately dragged back to bed by the awake Mizuki—who she did not expect to be awake at this hour, nor due to Akito and her's talk—since she was quite the deep sleeper.
"Kanadeee— you left me alone in bed~ uueehh~!" she whined, hugging Kanade and dragging her back to bed. "What's up with Akito-kun?"
"Ah... he got his period and it bled through."
"Oof—mother nature strikes again." Mizuki joked, before softening slightly. "Hey, atleast that means me and Toya-kun can go to the konbini later to buy him snacks!"
She shifted so their position was back to how they slept that night. Then, she got a better idea. "Ooh! What if I take him to that new supermarket that opened—!"
"Hehe, I'm sure Toya will have fun looking around." Kanade added.
Akito let out a small breath once he was alone.
He finished up quickly. despite the annoyance. Once he was done (transferring the period cramps to Ena because she transferred hers earlier that month), he glanced at the bucket again, then grabbed a towel to dry his hands.
By the time he slipped back into the room, it was quiet again.
That was much to be expected—considering he either slept like a cuddly cat or like a dead man, maybe a vampire.
Akito eased the door shut behind him, careful not to make noise, and stepped back over to his futon. He’d managed to fix it up enough to sleep on again, even if it wasn’t perfect.
He lowered himself down slowly.
The moment he settled, Toya stirred.
For a second, he thought he’d gotten away with it. Then Toya shifted dangerously closer to the edge of the bed, eyes still closed, and reached out instinctively, hand finding Akito’s sleeve.
“Akito…” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
Akito blinked, then relaxed slightly. “Go back to sleep, partner.”
Toya hummed softly, already half-asleep again, but his grip didn’t loosen. Instead, he tugged Akito closer, practically forcing him to sleep with him on the bed.
He pressed in against him with that familiar warmth.
Akito let out a quiet huff of breath, something fond slipping into his expression despite himself.
“Clingy,” he muttered under his breath.
Instead, he shifted just enough to get comfortable, letting Toya curl against him. His hand came up almost automatically, resting lightly against Toya’s back.
The room settled back into silence.
And just like that—the discomfort, the annoyance—all of it faded into something softer, more bearable.
Akito closed his eyes again, letting himself relax into the warmth.
as much as I'd love to send this as an anon, I could not send it with this goofy as image lmao
WAHHH thanks to @that1diot-xeela for the submission!! their a03 is that1diotxeela, go check them out!!! they post amazing akty and emunene fics :33
