hihi! i have the worst cramps rn sent from hell so i kindly request kashimo x reader period comfort ! i love ur works sm :3 ♡
period comfort with Kashimo ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა cw: nudity (no smut), blood, reader is briefly pinned down, praise, mention of stabbing, mention of infertility, fluff note: helloooo, thank you <3 i actually put everything aside when i saw this ask and immediately got to work because it’s time sensitive and as someone w endometriosis, i think pain or women’s health related fics will have a priority for me
“You’ve been in there for twenty minutes.”
Kashimo’s voice is a tiny bit impatient but still pretty calm. It’s more like he’s just stating a fact that makes no sense to him.
“Isn’t today’s generation all about saving water?”
Fair question. It’s not very eco-friendly of you to shower for so long, especially with how hot the water is. But it’s just too good, too relieving. You sit in the narrow space, knees drawn up to your chest, your hair sticks to the wet tiles behind you, while hot water from above rains on you in a strong beam. Your little sniffles have stopped by now.
“I want to brush my teeth so I can go to bed. Can I come in?”
The reason you can hear the man’s voice so clearly, despite the shower being right above you, is that the stall’s sliding doors are open, just like the bathroom’s door.
The bathroom stall is open on purpose, so it doesn’t get too steamy inside, the bathroom door, well, that just won’t close. Shitty motel things.
Kashimo hasn’t shown any signs of being a creep, which is why you’re okay with the doors being open, with him in the same apartment.
“Sure,” you reply unenthusiastically and pull the stall’s opaque glass doors closed. This way, the only thing Kashimo will see is your faint silhouette.
Kashimo waits another moment, then you can see his shadow as he steps into the room. There’s some vivid blue at the top, and some grey where his body is. He mumbles something along the lines of “it’s like a stone sauna in here,” but not loud enough for you to hear. It’s more of a grumble anyway. Water runs, followed by the characteristic sound of the toothbrush’ bristles rubbing against teeth and gums.
Your gaze falls back to your toes as you continue to soak, not wanting to give up this comfort just yet. Your tummy hurts too much, and the pain has spread into your thighs. Medicine or a heating pad would be great but not something you’ll find now.
Not to talk about how you’ve only brought tampons, thinking you wouldn’t get your period yet anyway. Tampons always seem to make the pain worse but are also less messy.
The sound of Kashimo spitting toothpaste into the sink signals that he’s done with the routine. You must have zoned out. Foggy, light red fluid spreads out around your feet, then swims down the drain.
“Why are you sitting there like that?” Kashimo asks, loud enough for you to hear his voice, albeit a bit muffled with the sliding doors closed and water pouring down on you.
Great. Not the best time to be curious.
“It’s comfortable,” you reply. The tone and even the length of the sentence is more clipped than usual, and Kashimo notices. His body stiffens and he turns towards the stall.
“Oi.”
“Are you done here?” you ask before the conversation escalates. You don’t need his judgment or scolding right now.
“If you’re hiding an injury and it gets worse because of your inability to ask for help, I will leave you behind. I don’t need dead weight.”
You almost laugh at that, but it comes out more like a breath that gets caught halfway.
“Relax,” you mutter, resting your forehead against your knees. “I’m not dying.”
There’s a pause. Long enough that you can feel him thinking about whether to drop it or push. “You sound like shit.”
“I’ll come out soon, okay?”
“When?”
“Soon.”
Kashimo doesn’t say anything for many seconds, but as you lift your head again, you can tell he’s moving around a bit in the already limited space from the way his silhouette shifts.
“Open the door.”
“Why?”
“So I know you’re not hurt.” Kashimo’s voice is firmer now, determined. With his personality, it is very much possible that he really is only worried about an ally becoming a burden.
“Open it yourself.”
And Kashimo does. An uncomfortable breeze passes through the gap, and it stirs the accumulated steam inside. Luckily, in the curled-up position you’re in, your chest and other important areas aren’t visible, although it must be quite the pathetic sight because Kashimo’s lips press into a thin line and his brows furrow. He’s dressed in his sleeping shirt and sweatpants. The oversized style is not his, in your opinion, probably his vessel’s, or he borrowed the clothes from someone.
His hair was also taken out, and he looks way more… chill like that.
“That’s blood.”
“From the inside,” you reply.
“Well, thank god, because I’ve never heard of outside blood.”
That’s not what you meant, but you don’t have the strength to argue about technicalities.
“Blood from my uterus.”
Again, Kashimo falls silent, but only because he’s debating whether you mean menstruation or an actual wound in your organ. He’s always thinking about battle, the old man.
Menstruation is more likely though.
“You have to get out at some point,” he states. “I can help you later.”
Now that catches your interest. First of all, Kashimo, willingly helping you? And also he’s being so normal at the sight of period blood. Others would find it disgusting for sure. But he keeps towering over you, without batting an eye, as a blood clot runs down the drain next. You’d find it embarrassing if you weren’t cramping so much. Third, how the hell does Kashimo even plan to help you?
“Really?”
Kashimo shrugs, then turns away to reach for a towel. He holds it out towards you, but his body and head stay angled towards the opposite wall.
“I’ll do my best.”
Ugh. This is such a hard part. Turning the nice and hot water off, getting out, putting in the tampon. Whatever Kashimo has planned, it better be good.
Somehow, with great effort, you push yourself up, turn the water off, and immediately snatch the beige towel from Kashimo. It’s not the softest fabric, fitting for the cheap shelter, but at least it’s big enough for you to completely wrap your body.
The cold air hits your skin when you step out, sharp in contrast to the heat you just left behind. You shiver, shoulders tensing as you press the towel tighter around yourself.
Kashimo is already retreating since there’s not much space, and you need privacy to get dressed anyway.
“I hate this,” you mumble to yourself as you insert the tampon in a rather ungraceful position. The cotton is too dry and hard. Yuck. “Wanna sleep in the shower…”
Kashimo scoffs in the bedroom. “Not happening.”
Why does he care? That will be left between him and the gods.
After putting your pajamas on and brushing your teeth, you finally exit the bathroom with a slumped posture and damp hair. You can already feel the cramps getting worse without the soothing warmth splashing against your stomach. You look like shit, you feel like shit. There’s no way you can enter a colony like this tomorrow. But that’s a problem for future you.
Kashimo shuffles closer to you on the futon when you lie down and actually leans over you from a sitting position. His hair falls into his face and the collar of his baggy t-shirt dips as gravity pulls on it. This is the closest he’s ever been to you, not counting fights.
“I’m going to do something weird,” he warns, but you don’t think much of it, he’s always doing weird shit. Well.
You should’ve prepared mentally because, in the next moment, his hand slides under your shirt and his fingers splay out over your abdomen. You gasp. Something stinging spreads in your muscles, it worms its way into the tissue insistently, making you jerk and twitch.
“Hey—“
“Stay still,” Kashimo commands, and even holds your shoulder down with his free hand. His weight presses against you, keeping you in one place as you struggle to process what’s happening.
“Don’t fight it. Relax.”
“Kashimo—“
“I know, I know.” He’s trying to soften his voice, it still comes out a bit unnatural from the mouth of such a violent man. He takes in your wide eyes, your confused expression, and shallow breathing. “Don’t look so scared…”
He seems to frown at the thought. No, that can’t be. You’re hallucinating from the pain, yes, that is what’s happening.
“You’ll make me infertile,” you reply, almost panicked. From the feel of it, Kashimo is using his cursed energy, a very small amount, to do something to your muscles and nerves inside you, to warm things or massage things, or to recreate what acupuncture does with his electricity; it’s anyone’s guess. Considering how powerful he is, you don’t want him being inside you like that.
“I promise I won’t.” For once, Kashimo looks completely serious and focused. “Don’t fight it.” He’s definitely frowning now. He must mean it.
Your lips part to inhale deeply, your cramping worsens before you take a big gamble and stop resisting. Your stomach relaxes, your body slackens, and a soft breath escapes you.
“Good. Good job.”
Warmth spreads inside you, soothing your pain surprisingly well. It’s similar to the hot shower but more effective. And now there’s a guy hovering over you. That too. The relief is immense, so much that you give yourself over to Kashimo’s ministrations like he just hypnotized you into submission.
“How is that?” His thumb rubs little circles against your skin subconsciously. Comforting you? Or himself?
“Mh… feels nice…”
The cramps have softened, the radiating pain retreated from your thighs.
Kashimo nods.
“I’ll do something weird again. But only because it’s convenient, okay?”
You’re not questioning him at this point. With half-lidded eyes, you nod back at him. “Okay.”
The mattress dips under Kashimo’s weight as he lies down too and pulls you back against his chest. His hand snakes around your waist and stays under your shirt, while his chin rests on the top of your head.
“Heh… so warm…”
“Take a deep breath for me.”
You inhale, and his palm swipes over your skin as if feeling for something specific, then settles back into its original place.
“There we go, that’s good,” he murmurs. His eyes stay fixed on a random point in the room as he speaks. Looking down at you would confirm that he really is cuddling you. Proof of something Kashimo doesn’t want to acknowledge yet. It’s off-putting how different he is now, though he tells himself it’s just so he can sleep without being disturbed later. If he can get you to sleep peacefully, that will pay off.
“Hurts…” you slur out. It doesn’t hurt as much now, but today has been horrible, it was hard to function. And it’s only the first day of your cycle.
“Mhm.” Kashimo can only hum in response. He wonders if the pain he felt from that one time, when he got stabbed as a teenager, would be similar to yours. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. Women’s bodies are probably too different for such a comparison. “You’re doing well.”
Oh, praise from Kashimo… so good… so nice and fuzzy… Your body melts against his as you drift further toward sleep.
“Not so sure about that,” you reply quietly.
Kashimo continues rubbing your tummy with his thumb, sometimes his knuckles. He doesn’t go above your bellybutton or under the subtle bulge of your stomach.
“You’re way too soft here for a sorcerer,” he comments when his hand prods against your flesh, though it isn’t phrased like an insult, more like a carefully worded question. Like he isn’t used to warriors lacking hard, sculpted muscles.
“I’m all about flexibility.”
“Still…”
You snicker weakly, tummy fluttering. “Some of us are softer than they should be.”
“Right. Yes.”
Not Kashimo though. This is all convenience and efficiency. For a while, neither of you speaks, you both just lie in the dimly lit room, too aware of each other’s presence. The pillow under your ear rustles as Kashimo shifts, moving just a bit closer until his lips brush the top of your head.
You don’t dare say anything, not when his cursed energy treats you so well. It comes in little waves, easing the knots in you open. Your breathing evens out, and you can tell you’ll fall asleep soon. The clock ticks, a car drives with screeching tires. There must be trash outside on the street because the sound of something rolling on the ground disturbs the quiet occasionally. Shitty motel, shitty neighbourhood.
“It’s quite easy to be close,” Kashimo mutters to himself. For everyone’s sake, you pretend to be asleep by now. “Wanna be close more, okay?”
You don’t reply, to preserve his pride. His nose grazes briefly your temple and retreats quickly.
“Gonna keep you really close.”
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