Warnings: Fluff, reader is on their period but no blood mentioned just cramps, slight mention of insecurity/feelings of inadequacy
WC: 964
A/N: dipping into my SFW bag once again, heyyy (more SFW fics to come, I've been feeling too much like a horny gremlin lmao (not that yall have actually been seeing the bulk of the NSFW fics I've been writing oops)).
Also quick disclaimer, while I do fall under the nonbinary umbrella, I don't consider myself transmasc. Please let me know if anything is offensive or inaccurate though, as I am not the end all be all authority on the trans experience.
Also also, transphobes will be blocked!! Everyone else, please don't engage with them, just block and move on.
The sound of the front door opening, combined with the loudest clattering of objects hitting the floor, and the muted swears of your boyfriend weren't enough to rouse you from the bed.
Your period had hit you like a two ton truck and you were currently in bed battling the most intense cramps you'd ever experienced in your life.
Choso's period had come sudden and heavy, and it had completely decimated the small stockpile of supplies the two of you had amassed. You foolishly thought, 'Well, my period's not for another two weeks, so I'll have time to restock before mine hits.' Only for life to hit you with a double upper-cut combo as you woke up in hunch-over-pray-and-then-cry-to-your-mother pain because surprise, surprise, your period had started.
You'd long heard tale of the elusive period sync. Your guy friends had warned you that it could still happen, even while being on testosterone, and you'd arrogantly dismissed them and went on about your dumbass, ignorant, day.
You were pissed off at the world right now.
The fact that you were also battling hanger (you'd had enough energy to choose between the bathroom and eating) meant that you'd felt like everything in the world was stupid and dumb and shit. It was childish yes, but the feeling of having a knife shoved into your abdomen would do that to you.
Your boyfriend opened the door to your shared room with all the delicacy one would use when disarming a bomb. You hadn't the heart to be mean to him but you knew that he felt partially responsible once you'd explained the concept of period-syncing to him.
He'd felt immensely guilty and you'd sent him to the store to replace your period supplies just to get away from his sad ass puppy dog eyes. It wasn't reallllly his fault but your brain was on one right now and you didn't want Choso to have to bear the brunt of your wrath because he happened to breathe too close to you.
"Hi my love, I brought you the stuff you asked for."
Your face is still stuffed into the pillow so the monstrous noise you make in acknowledgment is muffled, but he understands it nonetheless. "I even got you a bowl of pho from that place we always go to. Sorry it took me so long getting back."
At the mention of food, your head whips up-- only to immediately regret it as you're hit with a back to back attack of dizziness and aggressively vicious cramps.
Choso immediately sees the pain in your expression and moves to hold you up, his hands are a little cold but they feel nice against the slight clamminess of your body.
"Hey, take it easy ok", he pauses to look you over, "I'm gonna set you up and then go grab the TV trays ok?"
You mutter another zombie-like noise of acceptance before moving your body in tandem with Choso's adjusting so that he doesn't have to struggle as much.
Once he gets you upright, Choso smiles-- faint bags under his eyes almost nonexistent with it's strength-- and kisses your forehead and nose before running to the living room to grab the TV trays you keep stored there.
Your can feel the smile creeping onto your face at how cute he is. It was impossible to be upset with anyone as sweet as Choso, and, for as angry at the world as you've been, you felt incredibly grateful to call him yours.
Choso returns triumphant. He's also grabbed every sauce for pho that you had available in the pantry, he looks so accomplished that you motion for him to come closer just so that you could kiss him.
His face is faintly red as he places the pho into a bowl for you. He pulls out a big ass bottle of extra strength pills from the convenience store bag that he'd brought with him, reading the instructions on the box with a bashfulness that only makes you want to kiss him even more.
He places the bowl and two pills onto the tray he'd laid out in front of you. "I also got that drink you like, but I wasn't sure if you'd want it now or later, so I also got water and-", he keeps rambling on, providing you with an incredibly in depth "what's in my bag" tour.
As he shows you everything he's purchased, you've poached a select few items-- mostly snacks, although you do grab a can of tea too, just for good measure.
Choso's putting the rest of the stuff away as you eat your food. You click on the TV and flip through a few channels before landing on reruns of a show that Choso got you into. It's honestly harmless background noise as Chosos makes his way back into the room and settles in with his own TV tray.
You lean on his shoulder, you're certain your growing patch of stubble is itchy but he doesn't seem to be bothered by it. If anything, he welcomes your embrace, leaning his head on top of yours.
"I'm sorry I was the boyfriend from hell today."
Choso hums, there's a lapse in conversation as he finishes his food that's filled by the faint sound of the TV playing in the background. "Nothing to apologize for, I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to take care of you when you're sick."
He strokes the top of your satin scarf as he says this. It's the way he says it too-- like caring for you when you don't even like yourself is the easiest thing to do.
Your mind was made up then and there, you were going to marry him, and there really was nothing to be done about it.
Thank you for reading! Sorry it's a little short, but hopefully y'all still liked it <3 I lub Choso so muchhhh
