The Devil Is Her Prince (Akabane Karma X OC)

SUMMER ARC - 8

Sakura:

I absolutely hate this!

"Urgh..." I groaned in pain, holding onto my stomach. The cramps have gotten worse since this morning, it's unbearable! Why must I be the unlucky ones to deal with so much pain? I can't barely get off the couch and do chores.

'Those painkillers.... I kept them in the kitchen drawer.' I try—for the umpteenth time—to get up from the comfortable position, only to fail once again. The pain is hurting me even more, forcing an exasperated sigh to leave my lips.

'Just how can fare well today when I can't even get up?!'

As if to answer my unvoiced question, Karma's face enters my peripheral vision. He smirks—which is more annoying than usual.

"Whoa! You look horrible than usual." He snickered out, I sighed in response. "Leave me be, Karma-kun. I'm in no mood to handle today."

"Hm? What's wrong?" I tear my gaze away from him, embarrassed to answer his question. I know that boys should know about this, and it's natural—but it's still embarrassing to say it. Apparently, he seems to know what I'm going though when he spoke up again. "Sakura-chan, could it be..."

"... you're having your period?"

"Be quiet, you!" I threw a pillow nearby at him, but he catches it in his hand. My face grew hot, so I knew that I'm blushing. The devil just laughs at my expression, annoying me even more. "What? It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"It is mortifying! Especially when you say it so bluntly!" I retorted, not before another groan comes out from me. "Apologies Karma-kun, but I'm not in my best condition to train you today. I need some rest until the pain is gone..."

"Hmm...." He simply responded. After a while, he makes his way into the kitchen. From the service window, I notice him take out a saucepan and a cup before stepping towards the stove. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" He peers at me from the window. "Making you some hot chocolate for your cramps."

"I refuse to drink it!" I hissed. It's not like I don't trust him with making a simple concoction, but I'm afraid of the boy sneaking in some peppers or wasabi into the drink. The redhead feigns a pout at my answer. "That's not nice~ I'm just trying to help."

"I swear if I taste anything unusual in that hot chocolate—"

"—swallow a thousand needles, got it."

"Don't interrupt me." The pain made my words less threatening while I clench on the shirt. I can't do anything but accept Karma's help: Just enough for these cramps to go away!

"Here..." He returns five minutes later, producing a cup of hot chocolate. I stare at it questionably: looking for any signs of clumps in it—for any wasabi or pepper clumps, to be exact. Then I shift my glare at him, who just shrugs his shoulders. "Don't worry, I didn't anything nasty in there. Just drink up."

I was reluctant at first, but took the cup, nonetheless. I blew on it a few times just to cool it down a bit before taking a sip. My eyes widen out of surprise once I swallowed. "... It's good."

"Told you." He chuckled out. I took my time in finishing the hot chocolate -because it's scalding hot- the pain subduing with each sip. I feel more or less relieved from the horrible cramp pain, all thanks to the warm beverage Karma made.

At least I can bear with it on my own, enough to make lunch at least.

"Thank you, Karma-kun..." I hand him the empty cup, readying myself to get up. "... I can handle it from here."