Valko preparing for your menstrual cycle 💛
Thought this was going to be a cute fic for Valko so here it is~!
The first time it happens, you don’t even realize what Valko is doing.
You’re lying face-down on the bed, exhausted for no reason, dramatically complaining into a pillow about how existence is terrible and your back hurts and you might actually die.
Valko walks in carrying a grocery bag.
“You forgot these again,” he says.
You lift your head. “Forgot what?”
He sets the bag beside you.
Inside are your favorite snacks, painkillers, fuzzy socks, chocolate, and your preferred products.
You stare at him.
Slowly.
“…What.”
Valko pauses like he’s confused why you’re confused. “You’ll need them tomorrow.”
And unfortunately?
He’s right.
After that, you start noticing the pattern.
Every single month, right before your cycle starts, Valko somehow becomes even softer with you.
He’ll pull you closer while you’re half asleep, pressing a kiss into your hair while murmuring, “You’re colder than usual.”
Or he’ll quietly appear beside you with tea before you even realize you wanted any.
One night you’re curled up on the couch with cramps, trying very hard to pretend you’re fine.
Valko sits beside you silently for a moment before lifting your legs into his lap.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re in pain.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
He ignores you completely, resting one warm hand over your stomach.
The warmth sinks through you almost instantly.
Your entire body relaxes.
“…Oh.”
“I know,” he says softly.
You narrow your eyes. “Are you secretly magical or something?”
“No.”
“Because this feels illegal.”
That earns the tiniest smile from him.
And honestly? That smile alone almost cures you.
Almost.
The sweetest thing is that Valko never acts annoyed about any of it.
Not when you’re emotional.
Not when you randomly start crying over a sad animal video.
Not even when you send him to the store at 11 PM because you suddenly need a very specific candy.
He just comes back with three bags of it and gently pushes your feet aside so he can sit down.
“You bought extra?”
“You looked serious.”
“I was serious.”
“I could tell.”
And then there are the nights where the cramps get really bad.
Those are the nights Valko barely lets you move.
You’ll try to get up for water and suddenly there’s a hand around your wrist.
“Stay.”
“I can walk, you know.”
“You can barely stand.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“You almost walked into the wall.”
“…The wall moved.”
At that, Valko actually laughs quietly under his breath.
Then he pulls you back against his chest, wraps a blanket around both of you, and starts absentmindedly rubbing circles against your stomach while you melt into him.
“You’re ridiculously nice to me during this,” you mumble sleepily.
“You say that like it’s temporary.”
Your heart does the stupid fluttery thing immediately.
“You know,” you say, tilting your head up toward him, “most people would be weird about periods.”
Valko looks genuinely unimpressed.
“It’s a normal bodily function.”
“Okay, but you say that like a disappointed doctor.”
“Because humans act strange about things that are normal.”
You grin a little. “So you don’t mind taking care of me?”
Valko looks down at you for a long moment, expression softening in that quiet way that always makes your chest ache.
Then he brushes hair away from your face and kisses your forehead.
“I like taking care of you.”
