haikyuu multi- period problems
synopsis: different problems that people who menstruate often face, and how various haikyuu boys help you deal with them.
includes: hajime iwaizumi, koshi sugawara, osamu miya, rintaro suna,
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wc: ~2,400 total, ~600 per section
content: fem intended reader, reader is implied to have long-ish hair, mentions of periods and symptoms, mentions of physical discomfort/pain, mood swings, characters are aged up in some sections, so much fluff
an: these might be painfully ooc or they might be just what you guys want... oh well! praying this is the piece to revive my page
also this is very self-indulgent bc i was dying the other day at work xoxo, would not recommend waitressing for three nights in a row while on ur cycle
hajime iwaizumi- cramping
y/n: 1:15pm
i'm so sorry haj, i can't come over tonight
you lay on your bed, clutching your hot compress tight to your stomach. your period was unusually bad this time. you were in the first early days of your period, and were undergoing some usual cramping. however, the pain was persisting past the pain medicine you'd taken that morning. by the time you were halfway through school, it felt like a jackhammer was splitting your uterus in two. thankfully, your parents released you from school, so at least you could suffer at home.
it was even more sour that the pain you were experiencing would cause you to miss out on the date night you and iwaizumi had planned. after sending him that message, you decided to try and relax your body by napping. you hadn't realized that you'd successfully drifted off until you woke up to a notification from your phone. a few, actually.
hajime: 2:17pm
did you leave early?
sorry just seeing this
you okay?
you realize upon reading your original message that it was a little ominous.
y/n: 2:20pm
yeah i've basically been bedridden since i got back home
i'm in deathly amounts of uterine pain but i'm being very brave about it
meanwhile, iwaizumi is scowling at his phone in the guys' locker room. he'd had an awfully mediocre day, and was looking forward to seeing you later that night.
"iwa, you always look so intense," oikawa complains, slapping his friend on the back. "what has you all worked up this time?"
"mind your business, crappykawa," iwaizumi deflects, causing oikawa to play hurt. he rolls his eyes at the façade before picking his phone back up to text you.
hajime: 2:25pm
that bad huh?
i have to go into practice soon but let me know how you're feeling after
i can always come over to yours instead if you're still up for company
it's a while later when you wake up to someone knocking on your bedroom door. you'd napped on and off earlier, with exceptions for the necessities: reheating your compress, taking meds, and getting snacks.
"yeah?" you yell out, rubbing your eyes.
"it's me," your boyfriend responds. "can i come in?"
"oh shit yeah, sorry haj, come in," you rush to get up when you recognize his voice, and meet him at your door. when it opens, he's stood there in comfortable clothes with a small paper bag.
"brought you some stuff. i tried calling you earlier but you didn't pick up, so i rung up your mom. she told me you'd be up for company, hope that's alright," he explains sheepishly, glancing away as he rubs the back of his neck.
"it's perfect, actually. here, come in," you reassure, taking his wrist and guiding him toward your bed. he sets the bag down on your nightstand before sitting with you. "sorry i didn't pick up, i was kinda out," you explain.
"i figured, you're all good babe," he promises with a kiss to your temple. "was kinda bummed when you had to cancel earlier. was secretly hoping i might still get to see you," he confided, tracing over your knuckles as he continued. "apparently neither of us had the best of days."
"aw, yeah?" the two of you get comfortable, complaining to each other about both nothing and everything. it's eventually decided that your date night out will just be replaced with a movie night in. you're about an hour into the first movie when iwaizumi notices you squirming.
"you hurtin'?" he worries, sitting up more to look at you.
"i'm okay," you deflect with a sigh, trying to reposition yourself so that you're curled into yourself a little more. "i wish that my cramps would just go away if i ignored them. my life would be infinitey easier," you reason.
"let me at least rewarm your compress for you," he offers, already getting up.
"youre the sweetest haj, thank you," you express softly, pecking him on the lips before he goes. he smiles into it, and blush still tinges his ears once he returns. and for the rest of the night, he serves your every need without complaint. he may have brought you physical medicine, but you guys also proved to be each other's emotional medicine.
koshi sugawara- back pain
your period was a monster. as if getting it wasn't bad enough, you also suffered from abnormal cycle lengths and symptoms. on top of experiencing the usual abdominal cramps, you also dealt with them traveling into your back.
you'd just finished practice, and were packing up alongside your teammates. as you watched other girls walk out with their partners, you were waiting on your own to come pick you up. you were occupied with trying to make all your things fit in your bag until a lanky shadow loomed over you.
you looked up, greeting him with a small, "hey ko." you currently felt okay sitting on the cold gym floor, but you'd been dealing with intense aches all practice long.
"hey, rough day?" he asks, leaning against the wall. he's always been really good at reading you, even since before you guys were dating. it's honestly one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place.
"yeah, you can tell?" you chide, zipping up your bag and standing up. he automatically leans over to take it for you, having never let you carry your own bag since you two started dating. "only always," he responds.
"here, let me just change my shoes and we can go," you instruct, bending over to get your shoe. this is an unfortunate and fatal mistake, as a searing ache rushes from the middle to the bottom of your back. you wince as you brace yourself on the wall, dropping the shoe you'd already picked up.
"woah, hold on," sugawara stops you. you're already trying to reach down for the shoe again, desperate to just leave and rest at home. "you didn't tell me it was this bad," he insists, grabbing your shoes from the ground for you.
"well, it wasn't earlier," you complain, taking the shoes gratefully. "my whole... everything is exhausted. i was already cramping all day and then coach had us going at like, 200% today." you quickly scan the room as you say this, hoping she's not in earshot.
your shoes are finally changed and the two of you exit the gym, waving goodbye to those who remain. "do you want any medicine?" your boyfriend offers.
"no, i'm probably good. i think i should just take it slow for the rest of the day?" you think aloud.
"yeah, okay," sugawara responds hesitantly. he'd definitely feel better if he knew there was medicine working against your discomfort, but he isn't going to push it. "can i at least make you some tea when we get back to your place?"
"yes koshi," you laugh, "you can. you can coddle me as much as you'd like once we get there."
you're tethered to him the rest of the walk back, your hand around his bicep. he silently lets you set the pace for the walk, not wanting to push you too hard physically. you're appreciative of this, even if it is kind of overbearing. that's just what you get when you're with someone like koshi sugawara.
you're on night two of your period, and trying to sleep is pure agony. you and osamu have just settled into bed for the night, with him acting as the big spoon where you both rest on your sides. you lay there for maybe twenty minutes with your eyes closed, beckoning sleep to come to you, but osamu beats you to it.
must be nice to be a simpleton, you think, hearing his breathing even out with the ocassional little snore slipping out. you figure it must just be your position that's keeping you from drifting away, so you shift over to your other side. you now face osamu's chest, and try to cozy yourself up close to him.
if anything, this makes you feel even less comfortable. his breath is fanning against your temple, and it's way too warm. what's worse, the sheet is wrinkled underneath you, and it's now clinging to some parts of your skin while conversely pinching others. your movement has also irritated your scalp, and you feel the overwhelming urge to release your hair from the usual two braids you sleep in.
you move osamu's arm from around your waist and huff as you sit up, smoothing out the surface beneath you. you run your hands over your face, and let them stay cupped over your eyes for a while in hopes that they'll acclimate to the darkness it offers. when you lay back down again, you're able to finally fall asleep.
when you wake up from this sleep, you feel fully rested. how wonderful, right? well, it would be if it wasn't 12:43am. that's right, your blissful unconsciousness only lasted for a measly couple of hours. and now, you get to play that whole antagonizing game again. osamu's grip had found you again during the night, and this time he held you even tighter. a half-awake mumbled protest left his mouth as you sat up again, but he remained mostly asleep.
and so, you tossed and turned again. and again. and again... by the time it was 1:31am, you'd given up on your hopes of a good night's rest. you also worried that you'd wake osamu up if you rustled around any more, and so you snuck out of the bedroom to go try and rest on the living room couch instead. you used one of its arms as a backrest and laid yourself out across the cushions, which was comfortable enough. the room lacked osamu's comforting warmth, but even that hadn't proved soothing enough to beat this sleeplessness.
you laid there in a melancholy haze with one arm draped across your eyes, until you were interrupted by a raspy, "babe?"
osamu stood in the doorway that connected your guys' bedroom to the living room, and rubbed at his eyes with the heel of one hand while grasping the doorframe with the other. "it's two thirty in the morning, what the hell are you doin' out of bed?" there was an agitated edge to his voice, but you could tell it was because he was barely awake.
you quickly made your way over to his shirtless figure, lightly caressing his face in your hand. he leaned into your touch with pure exhaustion as you softly explained, "i just can't sleep, baby. i didn't wanna wake you with how much i was rolling around, 'm sorry."
"'t was too cold without ya," he complained quietly. "just wake me next time, yeah? wanna be there with you- lemme come sleep with you."
"samu, you gotta open up the shop really early," you worry aloud, registering just how tired his eyes are. "are you sure?"
"'s i'll ever be," he promises. and that's how you two end up asleep on the couch. you've abandoned the shirt you were sleeping in, your torso now clothed in only a bra. you're desperate for the skin on skin to work a miracle, and thankfully, it does. osamu lazily traces patterns onto your bare back, only allowing himself to drift back off once he's sure you have.
rintaro suna- emotional irritation
rintaro was known for being obnoxious at times, especially when it came to his habit of recording everything. however, for all the times he irritated you, there was always another where his contagious nonchalance helped calm you.
this was another one of those times. you'd just come back from work, and just about everything annoying that could've happened did.
"jesus rin, i genuinely just could not. i was on the verge of breaking down that entire shift because everything was just so, like, overstimulating," you groan, shoving your face into your hands. you're sat on the kitchen counter as he's reheating dinner. "none of my labs were coming out right and i couldn't figure out for the life of me what procedures to do. i've never considered giving up more in my life."
"you don't mean that." his rebuttal isn't sorrowful or begging, but is stated like a simple fact. "it does sound like a shit day, though," he empathizes, looking over at you.
you don't want him to be right, but he is. "it was. not to mention, a group of the other interns were playing the trashiest music out loud for the entire room to hear. have they ever heard of earbuds?"
"they sound like the scum of the earth, babe."
"thank you, somebody gets it," you exclaim, jumping down from the counter. he gives you a questioning look as you shift around him toward a cabinet. "what, i can't help set the table?"
"i mean, ya can, just thought i might get to take care of you tonight," he reasons. something in you settles upon that confession, and ilicits a quiet sigh. when you've set down the plates and silverware, you return near the stove and hug him from behind.
"'m sorry i came home with so much attitude," you apologize. "thank you for making dinner." you kiss him on the cheek before resting your own cheek on his shoulder.
"i mean, don't apologize, you're allowed to have a bad day. 'ts not like you took it out on me, either." you hum in response, enjoying the quiet that settles over you two. "besides, i always know how to fix you when you get like this."
"oh really, now," you snicker. "and how's that?"
"a good meal and a hot shower together," he answers. again, he's always right when you want him to be wrong. you accept defeat as you press a kiss between his neck and shoulder.
"that does actually sound pretty damn good."
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