valko loves when you get your period.
don’t get him wrong—he absolutely hates seeing you in pain, and he would do anything to make it go away. it’s just, when you send him to the grocery store for supplies, it’s the one time a month he can buy mountains of chocolate without you scolding him.
as he strolls through the supermarket, wheeling a cart heaped to the brim, concerned looks from fellow shoppers bounce off him like blunt darts. when he’s this giddy, no one can burst his bubble.
now, valko’s a strong guy. the strongest, you reassure him endlessly. but even he has trouble carrying all his bags of assorted goodies inside to you. chocolate candies, ice cream, cookies, cakes…you didn’t specify what to get, so he just bought it all! boyfriend of the year, if he says so himself.
once you’re done marveling at his haul, you both sit on the couch, put on a movie, and devour everything at an alarming rate. without fail, he always passes out after, laying his head on your lap like your own personal heating pad.
just before you drift off yourself, you whisper into his fluffy ears. they twitch slightly, like he’s living the first scenes of a happy dream.
“you and chocolate? that’s better than any medicine.”
