Does your IUD cause cramping at all? I have god awful cramps during my menstrual cycle and heard that certain IUDs can exacerbate it.
I had some cramping for the first three months or so, but almost none since. I think it really does vary per person, but since I have/had fibroids, my cramps were pretty horrible pre-IUD (and generally at any point without hormonal BC).
With the IUD I might get... I don’t even know if I’d call it a cramp. A twinge? A thirty second hello, I suppose, every couple months at the point where I would have had my period. But otherwise I’ve got no cramping or other symptoms of PMS or a period at all.
This isn’t necessarily the same for everyone (and I have a hormonal IUD, I’ve heard the opposite is the case with a copper IUD). But speaking for myself and my uterus, it’s actually eliminated 99.99% of cramps.
Well, this certainly took forever for me to write. Honestly, I am so sorry! And it didn’t even turn out that good either… I guess the main point is that it’s finally finished, but still I am sorry.
With another day of collecting materials over, trip ticket in hand, Hinata knocked on the door to Komaeda’s cottage. He didn’t have to wait long for a response: Komaeda opened the door after only a few moments, his eyes lighting up when he saw Hinata.
“Oh, Hinata-kun! You came to see me?” Komaeda laughed with that carefree smile of his. “Even though you spent the day with me yesterday, you’re willing to put up with me again today. I really am lucky!”
Hinata tried to ignore Komaeda’s self-deprecating comment and suggested they go to the beach, holding out the trip ticket. Komaeda was more than happy to go with him, and so the two of them walked down to the beach together, talking as they went.
The beach was empty, silent except for the sound of crashing waves and seagulls. Hinata liked it here: the beach was usually quiet, so it was nice to go there when he wanted to relax. He figured Komaeda must have felt the same way since he often saw him wandering across the sand, an almost peaceful expression on his face.
“Is there anything you’d like to do?” Hinata asked. “We could build a sandcastle again.”
“Mmm.” Komaeda’s barely answered. Hinata turned to him, frowning. Komaeda wasn’t even looking at him.
“Komaeda?”
“Oh.” Komaeda blinked at Hinata. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Hinata-kun. Could you say that again?”
Making sand castles with Komaeda was always an odd experience, since there was usually a high chance a stray wave would knock the sand castle over and drench the two of them. Even if they sat as far away from the water as possible something else would happen, like the time a coconut fell from seemingly nowhere and crushed the sandcastle. But during the rare occasions they managed to successfully complete a sandcastle, Komaeda would show a wide, happy smile. Every time he seemed almost amazed that he had managed to complete something, even though it was something so simple. Hinata liked seeing him so happy.
But something seemed different today. Komaeda would usually talk and try to find interesting conversation topics, worried that he would bore Hinata otherwise, but as they knelt down on the sand Komaeda was silent. He seemed almost distracted, staring at nothing. He didn’t even react when the sandcastle collapsed.
“Hey,” Hinata said as he stood up, catching Komaeda’s attention, “Is there anywhere else you’d like to go?”
After they wiped the sand off their clothes, Hinata led Komaeda to the amusement park. He knew that Komaeda was especially fond of the merry-go-round, and he hoped that this place would get a better reaction than the beach did. They had gone to the beach the day before as well, so maybe Komaeda was simply bored of that place but didn’t want to say anything.
But even as they wandered around the amusement park, Komaeda seemed lost in his thoughts. Hinata tried to bring up different conversation topics and these would grab Komaeda’s interest for a little while, but it didn’t take long for Komaeda to fall quiet again. Frankly, Hinata was starting to get worried.
The day was almost over, the two of them starting their walk back to the cottages, when Hinata slowed to a stop. Komaeda continued on for a moment, then noticed Hinata wasn’t at his side anymore and turned his head back with a puzzled look.
“Hm? Is something wrong, Hinata-kun?”
Hinata could have laughed. He didn’t see how Komaeda could say that after he had been acting strangely all day. After a short pause, Hinata sighed.
“I think we need to talk.”
An expression of surprise and worry crossed Komaeda’s face, which was quickly replaced by his usual carefree smile.
“What do you mean?” Komaeda asked, turning to face Hinata fully. He gave a quiet laugh. “Your face looks scary, Hinata-kun. Did I do something wrong? Oh, maybe you’ve finally decided you’re tired of me? After all, you’ve spent more time with me than a lowly bug like me deserves.”
Hinata immediately shook his head. “No, that’s wrong. Of course that’s wrong.” He had to suppress a groan: Komaeda had once again started insulting himself so casually. “Komaeda, what’s going on? You’ve barely said anything all day.”
“Ah, well…” Komaeda glanced away, still trying to smile. “I suppose I’ve just had something on my mind today. I’m sorry, Hinata-kun. I should have made more of an effort to entertain you, especially after you were kind enough to put up with someone like me—”
“Would you stop that?” Hinata snapped. Komaeda looked surprised, and somewhat hurt, and Hinata breathed in deeply.
“I just… I want to help you,” Hinata finally said. “If there’s something bothering you, if there’s something wrong, then I want to know.”
In all honesty, Hinata still wasn’t entirely sure if he could consider Komaeda a friend. They had only known each other for a short time, and it felt like everything he learnt about Komaeda confused and worried him. But that didn’t change the fact that Hinata wanted to understand him, and that he really did enjoy his company. More than anything, he liked seeing Komaeda happy.
For a moment, Komaeda seemed stunned.
“Is that so,” Komaeda murmured. Then, smiling, “Nothing’s wrong, Hinata-kun. I was simply wondering how I could get you to stay away from me.”
Hinata blinked. He wondered if he had misheard him.
“What?”
“Unfortunately, I’m selfish,” Komaeda continued. “Even though it would be for the best if you stayed away from me, I enjoy spending time with you. I’ve been thinking all day about how to get you to stay away from me, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. It looks like I still want to be with you.” He laughed, as if he was simply recounting a funny story.
“Then…” Hinata shook his head. He could barely comprehend what Komaeda was saying, though he supposed that wasn’t unusual. “Then why would you want me to stay away from you? I don’t understand.”
“Come on, Hinata-kun.” Komaeda looked almost disappointed. He crossed his arms, sighing. “I’ve already told you about my luck, and you’ve seen its effects first hand. Just last week those coconuts fell on our heads when we tried to take a nap.”
Hinata’s head hurt at the memory, but he chose not to mention that.
“But you know, it won’t always be just a coconut,” Komaeda said with that wide smile. “Something much, much worse could happen one day. You’re pretty much in constant danger whenever you spend time with me.”
“Komaeda—”
“Hinata-kun,” Komaeda said, a little more forcefully. “I’m saying something terrible could happen to you. You’re… really kind, but because of that it might be difficult for you to understand. You give me much more kindness than I deserve. Every day you decide to hang out with me feels like an amazing act of good luck. But eventually I’m going to have to experience a proportionate act of bad luck, such as something happening to you. You could die a horrible, painful death. Or maybe you would be mutilated in some accident and even lose your limbs. And it would all be because of my luck. If that happened, I think even you would start to hate me, Hinata-kun.”
A wordless ‘I don’t want that’ hung between them. Hinata didn’t know what to say, and he couldn’t deny that there was some truth to what Komaeda was saying. One of these days, he could get really hurt or worse. What was he supposed to do in this situation?
“…In the end, it’s up to you. I won’t force you either way.” Komaeda smiled. He turned away and started walking. “We should go. It’s getting late.”
For a moment, Hinata was frozen. He wanted to say something. He needed to say something. He clenched his fists, watching Komaeda’s back. Urging and forcing himself, Hinata stumbled and then ran forward. He grabbed Komaeda’s shoulder, who snapped his head towards him in surprise.
“Komaeda, I’m not going to die. No, listen to me,” Hinata said when Komaeda opened his mouth in response. “I… I promise you I’m not going to die, okay? I know that doesn’t sound like much, but it’s the truth. I won’t hate you.”
Silence fell between them, and Hinata suddenly found he felt very self-conscious. He had just said the first thing that came to mind. In all honesty, he didn’t have any way to back up what he was saying. He wouldn’t be surprised if Komaeda started laughing. But Hinata knew that he didn’t want to avoid Komaeda, not because of this.
“…I see. Thank you, Hinata-kun.” Komaeda’s smile was sad. He started walking again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Hinata called to him, and he saw Komaeda glance back and laugh quietly.
I was tagged by greenwaves31 again, and this time I have to list ten of my favourite characters. These things are fun. ^0^ So, in no particular order:
1) Ringabel (Bravely Default)
2) Nagito Komaeda (Super Dangan Ronpa 2)
3) Yosuke Hanamura (Persona 4)
4) Rei (Persona Q)
5) Masayoshi Hazama (Samurai Flamenco)
6) Maya Fey (Ace Attorney)
7) Yotsuba Koiwai (Yotsuba&!)
8) Tamaki Suoh (Ouran High School Host Club)
9) Theodore (Persona 3 {portable only} and Persona Q)
10) Hanyuu (Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni)
Now, I’ll tag pratfaller, hisoka-the-unicorn-wizard, tea-is-a-magic-number, astrophilica, but-dragons, sparklingunicornpants, crazyobsessionslalala, overlord-of-the-underworld, and anyone else who wants to do this.
Kamudam (I think that's the ship name) if it hasn't been asked yet :>
NICE !!!! it’s izurudam but >:’)
When or if I started shipping it: aronaki actually got me to ship it and tbh i didnt like the idea at All at first since im against the whole ‘i ship hinata w. this character might as well ship izuru w. them’ but i thought about it a lot and long story short now i have an essay on how it works
Who wakes the other one up with kisses: once theyre both comfortable w/ being physically close, izuru does occasionally !
Who is the morning person/night person: again, izuru’s schedule fluctuates a lot and gundam is a morning person
Who is the romantic one: tbh romantic is a weird word for them but they both are in subtle ways
Who is the more cuddly one: both, actually!! they dont care what other people think and pda is really common; it isn’t rare to see them cuddled up together ( which is always going to be an image i love bc theyre both intimidating looking & tall af )
Who cooks: they switch. izuru when really bored and gundam when he needs to feel more stabilized and at home ( i ship it post game if that wasnt obvious )
Favorite nonsexual activity: another one where i Gotta say just being together since post-game they tend to isolate themselves and are usually together once they actually get along and set aside obvious differences ( yknow, one being an ex despair member and the other someone who hates shsl despair. g od i can talk about how that happens too but it’s a Long fucking process let’s just say that )
Their favorite place to be together: usually just wandering around outside at night. gundam used to go for midnight walks a lot pre despair so it’s Nice; izuru just likes to get out
Any traditions: a lot tbh but since im trying to be quicker w/ these i’ll say one. they make a game/competition out of predicting the survivors’ reactions when a new person wakes up; izuru isn’t actually that good at reading people’s emotions well ( especially when positive ) so it’s something to keep them both entertained
Their “song”: I HAVE A WHOLE PLAYLIST... BUT
What they do for each other on holidays: nothing too big, if anything at all
Where did they go for their honeymoon:
Where did they first meet: oh my goddd i’m Not going so ramble but either despair era or towa city when the remnants gathered
Any pets: one of them finds a rat or small animal for gundam to care for
What do they fight over: they argued a lot b4 actually getting along i’ll just say that
Tarantism and komahina! (Also I'll get to your reply after I nap for a bit!)
Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Heyyyy friend! Remember when you sent me this prompt for that ask thing months ago, and I told you I’d get to it eventually? Well… here it is! It ended up being longer than a drabble and having almost nothing to do with the actual prompt. I ended up making it post-SDR2. I was a little nervous about writing this for two reasons: 1, I’ve never written anything Komahina before and 2, I had pretty much no idea what I was doing. I’m not even sure if this can be considered Komahina. It has Hinata in it, it has Komaeda in it, they interact… yay?
I’ll put the fic under a read more. I’ve also uploaded it to my fanfiction account if you can’t read it here for whatever reason.
A supply ship was sent to Jabberwock Island every month or so, courtesy of their few friends in the Future Foundation. It would drop off crates filled with what anyone would need to survive when secluded from society: non-perishable foods, clothes, toiletries, medical supplies, etc. Each boat was accompanied by trained guards, guns at the ready as they glared at the Remnants of Despair in case one of them tried to stow away and escape.
Hinata couldn’t bring himself to feel too offended by this added precaution. Naegi had earnestly insisted he trusted each and every one of ex-members of Despair, but the same couldn’t be said for the rest of the Future Foundation. Agreeing to have the ship well protected was probably the only way he could get supplies sent to them at all.
Still, having such cautious eyes trained on him in particular felt more than a little unnerving—Hinata was almost certain he saw, after apparently stepping forward too quickly, the guards’ hands twitching towards their guns.
Simply dropping off the crates seemed to be the extent of the ship’s duties. Actually taking the boxes to the storage room was left to Hinata, Souda and Owari, where they would open them and see what had been delivered this time. Besides some grumbling from Souda, each crate was half carried, half dragged to storage without incident.
There were about seven crates in total this time; Owari tore open the ones containing food while Hinata and Souda worked on prising open the rest.
“It’s all this stupid canned stuff again.” Owari groaned, staring at a can of soup as if it had betrayed her somehow. “When are they gonna send us some real food?”
“Hanamura’s managed to make that stuff taste nice so far,” Souda said, holding up a slightly too small shirt. “What about me? I’ve been itching to dissemble something new for months but they never send any machines or engines or anything.”
After some more rummaging through the opened boxes, Owari and Souda decided to start taking the food up to the kitchen. Hinata stayed behind. There were two unopened crates left, and while they probably didn’t have anything inside different than usual he wanted to check. His friends left the room with armfuls of cans as he turned from the door towards the boxes.
The first crate contained some medicine bottles, mostly pain killers, and some extra bandages and first-aid kits (Tsumiki will be happy, Hinata thought with a nod). The second had what Hinata nearly brushed off as just more canned food—there was a glint of silver easy to miss in the dim lighting, and Hinata pushed the cans away with a curious frown.
“Huh?”
At the very bottom of the crate, hidden by the cans of food, was a row of at least ten CDs and a small CD player. It must have been an extra present from Naegi. Hinata shook his head, happy but also surprised Naegi had considered this in the first place as he inspected the CDs.
Most of the CDs were just popular bands and chart music from before the Incident, along with a few old singers Hinata had never heard of. But he couldn’t be too picky about the selection. It had been a while since he heard proper music, with the island holding no instruments for Ibuki to play, and these sorts of songs could keep everyone’s spirits up.
There was a plug socket in a dusty corner of the room, and Hinata’s gaze drifted towards it slowly. He might as well see if the CDs worked. It wouldn’t be good to get everyone excited only for it to turn out all the CDs were broken or scratched beyond repair.
He carried the CD player over to the wall and set it down to plug it in. It turned on after a few buttons were pressed—a good sign. Hinata smiled and put the first disc he could find in the CD player.
Hinata sat on the floor thoughtfully as music blared. The CD player was obviously working fine, and it seemed, thankfully, the CD was in good condition.
He could only hope that was true for the rest of them.
He started tapping his foot to the rhythm of the music. An odd sense of joy bubbled in his mind, a welcome feeling. The song was catchy enough that a more carefree part of Hinata considered jumping up and dancing, at least while no one was around. The sane part of him quickly pushed that urge away with an amused shake of his head.
There was a shuffle, a quiet noise that could easily be missed or mistaken as a part of the music—but Hinata tensed because he could identify that sound as footsteps, which meant someone was at the door behind him and trying to hide that fact. It definitely wasn’t Souda or Owari. They wouldn’t have felt the need to linger there, would have walked right in and asked him about the music. This was someone else.
And Hinata couldn’t help but let his mind cool, his gaze turning cold. Recovering from her influence after everything that had happened was difficult, and while the occasions were growing rarer relapses did happen. At best they would simply withdraw into themselves for a while, at worst they would try to kill. If this was someone who had reverted they could be planning to attack him. It wouldn’t be the first time.
He stood slowly, turned, considering ideas of what to do if that really was the case (it might be nothing—and if it’s not?). So far they had lived on the island all together without serious incident and he didn’t plan to change that now. He purposely ignored anything that came to mind that went beyond disarming, because Despair or not these people were his friends, because he knew himself just how difficult the relapses were, because he would not go through that again, no—
“Who’s there?” he called to whoever was listening, and waited.Seconds ticked by, then there was another shuffle of footsteps and Komaeda appeared in the doorway, dressed in his hospital gown and looking at Hinata carefully.
Hinata relaxed slightly. Here was no obvious weapon in Komaeda’s only hand, nor did he seem ready to attack at any moment. He was simply watching, his expression curious instead of the apathetic one he’d worn lately.
“Komaeda,” Hinata said, sighing, though he wasn’t sure if it was out of relief or exasperation. “Shouldn’t you be at the hospital? You know Tsumiki won’t be very happy with you.”
Out of all of the comatose ex-members of Despair, Komaeda was the worst off in terms of physical health. Everyone else was up on their feet and exploring the island after weeks or months of bed rest—but Komaeda, despite being the very first to wake up, was still mostly confined to his hospital bed. Not of his free will, of course. It wasn’t uncommon to find him wandering the island after sneaking away.
Komaeda didn’t answer at first. He glanced over the opened crates, not moving from his place at the door.
“What did they send this time?” he asked finally, ignoring Hinata’s question.
“Just the usual,” Hinata said and Komaeda nodded as if this was the answer he had expected, though now his eyes were on the CD player, questioning.
“Oh.” Hinata had completely forgotten about the CD Player, an odd fact considering it was still playing music. “Besides that. I think it’s from Naegi: I found it in one of the crates with some CDs.”
At the mention of Naegi’s name Komaeda’s eyes lit up with interest. Hinata gestured for him to take a look, and after a slight hesitation Komaeda stepped into the room.
Seconds later, Komaeda was looking through the CDs as Hinata had a moment ago, and Hinata was sitting on the floor again, this time facing the door.
Komaeda sighed suddenly, putting the CDs back in their crate. “It really isn’t much, is it. That’s a shame. Still, it was very thoughtful of Naegi-kun to give us something like this. As expected of the Super High School Level Hope!”There was an odd tone to the way he said ‘us,’ a contrast to his smiling face, most likely referring to the Remnants of Despair as a whole. Komaeda hadn’t tried to hide the his view that Hope shouldn’t waste kindness on Despair.
Harsh that might sound, but it wasn’t the worst thing Komaeda had said since waking up. Komaeda was bitter for the first few months, and the words that fell from his mouth were no different. Remembering what had actually happened in the simulation only seemed to make things worse.
But he was friendlier now if withdrawn at times. He responded to conversation attempts instead of just staying silent, initiating a few of his own more often. It was a relief to Hinata, honestly. The changes, while slow, were positive, especially considering his initial state. Many had argued Komaeda was a lost cause, but now there were definite signs of recovery in his everyday actions.
Hinata decided to ignore Komaeda’s comment, because Komaeda was stubborn when it came to Hope and Hinata wasn’t in the mood to start up that argument again. Instead he carefully said, “Hey, Komaeda, you really should go back to the hospital.”
The smile on Komaeda’s face lessened. He looked at Hinata. “Why?” he asked coolly. “In the end, it doesn’t matter whether I’m out here or in there.”
“It does.” Hinata sighed. It was growing increasingly likely to find Komaeda knelt somewhere when he left the hospital, too exhausted to make his way back on his own. It was a worrying tendency that Komaeda didn’t even seem to care about. “The only reason you’re able to walk around like this at all is because you’ve been under Tsumiki’s care and resting at the hospital, but you won’t recover properly if you keep pushing yourself like this. Do you really want all of this to be for nothing?”
Komaeda didn’t answer, and it occured to Hinata that maybe he really didn’t care either way.
“Come on,” Hinata said, supporting himself on a nearby crate to stand up. “I’m not leaving you until I know you’re somewhere safe, Komaeda.” He went towards him, and Komaeda smiled humourlessly.
“And what are you going to do if I don’t go willingly?”
There was a challenge in those words, one that Hinata refused to jump into. They both knew very well that Hinata could easily drag him back to the hospital, and it seemed Komaeda was expecting him to use that advantage. But he wouldn’t. The last thing Hinata needed was for Komaeda to resent him over something like this.
So he reached around him—Komaeda tensed—and grabbed two CDs from the crate.
“How about this?” Hinata held up the CDs. “I was planning to listen to the rest of these to make sure they’re all working. Stay here and listen to them with me. That’ll give you plenty of time outside the hospital. But when we’re done you have to go back, okay?”
Komaeda blinked at him, glancing from the CDs to Hinata’s warm expression. He obviously hadn’t expected an offer like this, and he seemed unsure of what to say.
Then he nodded.
For the next few hours the two of them sat against the wall, side by side, listening to the music and talking together.
That's so cool! They're real cuties aren't they? By the way, are you noticing a slight color change in your betta boy? Taeki has some splashes of turquoise here and there on his body and fins. They're tiny right now but I'm wondering if he'll eventually become a turquoise.
i haven't really seen any turquoise but Tschai has definitely been marbling out his white. he had a half inch band of white on the edge of his fins when i got him and now he's mostly blue. i think he might actually be getting darker though. he's approaching more of a midnight blue than the royal blue he was before.
