Bungou Stray Dogs One-Shots

Nakahara Chuuya x Reader: Period!

Requested by the lovely @plasticwrap (cycle sisters!)
When your period starts in the middle of the night and you low-key wanna hang yourself

"Here I brought you some Tylenol, pads, tampons, other painkillers, and chocolate. Is that ok?" Chuuya asked, out of breath. You sat on the sofa, too lazy to get up.
"Yeah that's good thanks," you said in a monotonous tone.
Chuuya let out a sigh of relief. You were scary when you were on your period, and he wasn't going lie, he was actually kind of afraid of you. You always told him that you were nicer to him than other people during this lovely time, but he had a hard time believing it. His favourite part of this whole experience was the closeness you two shared. You often wanted someone to cuddle with or watch cheesy movies with, and Chuuya was the only person for that. He constantly smothered you with love and affection, but even more so on your period.

"Come here," you softly ordered. He immediately complied, looking into your eyes.
"I want a kiss," you said, devoid of any expression. He smirked.
"Is that all?" he teased. You thought for a moment.
"I actually want some of that chocolate too," you stated after a while. He smiled, walking over to the counter to grab you your favourite chocolate. You reached for it but was interrupted by Chuuya's tsk-ing.
"You have to give me a kiss first," he said, trying not to burst into laughter from your poutiness.
"Fine," you muttered and leaned up to kiss his soft lips. A little ways into the kiss you smirked and pulled him onto the couch with you.

"That wasn't cool," he said with a hint of sarcasm before attacking your lips. Quite frankly, you loved it when he became rough like this. It distracted you from the pain and gave you something more worthwhile to focus on.
"I'm gonna go change," he murmered after breaking the kiss. You placed your forehead against his.
"Alright, but we're watching a movie when you come back," you said with a renewed sense of enthusiasm.
"Deal,"

You laid your head on Chuuya's lap, clutching a heat pad over your lower abdomen. His hand combed through your hair.
"Can you hand me some Tylenol?" you asked, stroking his kneecap. He groaned and gave you the bottle.
"I swear you act like you're pregnant sometimes,"

I've been painting for the past hour contemplating what it is exactly I want to do with my life. Still haven't come to a conclusion...
~Ciao  ( ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)