#periodssuck

Atsushi x reader

|When you’re on your period|

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As soon as Atsushi stepped into the house, he got confused. 

You were usually there to give him a hug and a kiss, so he got a bit worried. Maybe you were just asleep? Or maybe you just forgot the time he was supposed to come home? 

He set his phone on the kitchen counter and went into the living room to find you. 

When he saw (h/c) colored hair poking out from the couch, he sighed and came over to you, to come give you a hug.

Then he saw you properly. You had hair that looked messy and unbrushed, like you just hadn’t bothered with it, and you were curled into yourself, face stretched in pain. 

“(y/n)?! What’s wrong?” You flinched at him being so close, you didn’t think Atsushi would be home until later. You uncurled from yourself and looked at him, dead in the eye. Frozen, unmoving, he tared back at you with a worried look, “(Y/n)-”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was hit with such a strong force, he fell over with a small, ‘oof!’

He squinted his eyes to see that the force was you.

You had latched onto him, “It’s those days.” He understood immediately.

Usually the cramps were not that bad but sometimes it was hunched-over-in-pain kind of cramps. He figured it was the latter. 

“Sushi I’m hungry..” You pouted up at him, he internally swooned and picked both of you off the floor, you still hung onto him, hands on his neck, legs around his torso, like a koala, “Okay then, what would you like to eat?”

“Uhm...Chazuke.” He nodded, wrapping an arm around you and your blaket burrito self and got this phone off the counter, making an order before trotting back upstairs to your shared bedroom. 

After you both settled on the bed, Atsushi wrapping both arms around you as you faced him, burying your face in his chest, you aked, “How was your day, Atsushi?” 

“It was interesting, it started with..”

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