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Chuuya glared at her calendar.
Out of all the days she had to get her period, it just had to be her birthday.
She was lucky enough to already get a day off from Mori because it was her birthday but it wasn’t like she could spend her day off happily. At least not with her painful cramps.
She groaned and buried under the covers in a ball. In the middle of her bed. In the afternoon.
So much for celebrating her birthday. Her cramps were not letting her out of this.
Her phone started to ring on her nightstand.
She stretched a hand out of the covers to grab her phone and pull it into the little home she made for herself.
“Hello?” She groaned softly, answering the phone.
The person who called her replied, “About time you answered me, Chuuya.”
She flinched.
Oh shit… I forgot I made plans—
“Something happened… I can’t come today. Let’s change to another day—”
“How about you tell me face to face.”
Chuuya pulled her phone away and poked her head through the covers to see her girlfriend once again intruding into her apartment room. She stood there with a fake smile on her lips while ending the call between them.
Sometimes she wondered how she got here without making any noise. Then again, she does have a teleporting clown with her most of the time.
She frowned, “What the hell are you doing here?”
The intruder sat on the edge of the bed beside Chuuya’s poked out head.
“If I’m not mistaken, we made plans together to celebrate your birthday. Why are you under your covers like you’re hiding from me?”
“I…” She averted her eyes, “I don’t feel like celebrating it…”
“And why’s that?”
“Ugh, don’t talk to me, Fedya.” Chuuya went back inside the covers and curled back into a ball, “you’re not a big fan of birthdays anyway. Why should you care?”
“Well, tell me how I can help you at least. I got your favourite wine and a cake.”
She came completely out of the covers, surprised that Fyodor was capable of navigating around Yokohama due to her horrible sense of direction.
“What… you did?”
Fyodor tucked a strand of her ginger hair behind her ear. “Of course. Now, can moya lyubimaya tell me what’s wrong?”
Chuuya hugged under the covers tightly, “I’m on my fucking period! Just rid of it already, it’s fucking killing me!”
“Oh. That’s unfortunate.”
“No shit.”
Fedya looked at Chuuya and stood up from her seat on the edge of the bed, “Would it be better if I left you alone, solnyshko?”
Chuuya lowered her head with a small pout on her lips.
God, she’s making me go crazy because of how cute she is, Fyodor commented to herself quietly.
“No… please stay, Fedya.”
Fyodor sat back down and let Chuuya curl herself against her arm, “If that’s what Chuuya wants. Is there something you need?”
“Yea.”
“What is it?”
“That.”
She pointed to Fyodor’s coat that was resting over her shoulders, “You want my coat?”
“I’m cold.”
“Why my coat? You have me—”
Chuuya didn’t try to cooperate and yanked Fyodor’s jacket away from her and wrapped herself in it.
The other sighed but sounded more like a whine, “Chuuya.”
She hated to admit it, but she looked adorable in her coat that she barely ever wears properly.
“Don’t you think you should at least get up? We won’t be able to celebrate your birthday if you’re acting like this.”
“I just want to stay in bed. It’s my day off anyway,” she replied, waving her hand dismissively. Chuuya was fully satisfied with Fyodor’s coat hugging her.
The Russian felt irked looking at how comfortable she looked. “You must at least want to eat something, malyshka.”
“Nope. Now fuck off please, Fedya.”
She stared at her laying on her bed and snuggling with her coat, “Ah… now you want me to?”
Chuuya didn’t give any sort of attention and began to drift off to sleep with the comfort of Fyodor’s jacket radiating with warmth.
“Yes. I have your coat now, or you could get a hot water bottle before you leave.”
“So you want me to leave now?”
Chuuya whipped her head around. “Who said anything about leaving? You are not leaving. Just get me a hot water bottle.”
Fyodor didn’t try to argue with Chuuya when she was on her mood swings and walked out of her bedroom to get her hot water bottle.
Twisting the tap for hot water to run through, Fedya thought to herself this was not how she was anticipating celebrating Chuuya’s birthday to be like.
Perhaps periods on birthdays are truly cursed.
Chuuya randomly appeared and shuffled into the kitchen to where she was, “Fedya, what’s taking you so fucking long? Don’t tell me you don’t know where the hot water is.”
“If you gave me a few more seconds maybe I would be done. What are you doing standing up for?” Fyodor asked, closing up the hole and looking at Chuuya who was still wrapped around her coat.
“Just missed Fedya…” she mumbled.
She pulled Chuuya closer to her and led her to the sofas. “I missed you too, solnyshko. Let’s go take a seat, okay?”
They sat on the sofa with Chuuya’s head laying on Fedya’s shoulder while she was scrolling through her phone and looking at something the ginger didn’t know. She wasn’t interested in what she was looking at.
The last time she peeked out of curiosity it was just a bunch of random letters and symbols in her messages.
Chuuya decided to break the silence between them, “What were we going to do if I wasn’t like this?”
“Hm… I didn’t actually have a plan. I figured we would just go to places you wanted to go to,” Fyodor said, putting her phone away in her pocket.
Chuuya wasn’t fazed by her response. “Of course you would say that.”
“I’m more surprised you didn’t want to celebrate it with your other friends.”
“That’s tomorrow… I wanted to spend it with someone else on my birthday,” she muttered back, rubbing her cheek on Fyodor’s shoulder.
“Oh? Would you care to tell me who that would be?”
Chuuya glared at her and lightly smacked her while having a smirk on her lips. “Shut up, you already know, rat bitch.”
“That’s not that nice, Chuuya. After everything I’ve done for you.”
Her blue eyes met with hers.
“And what if I told you it was someone else that I wanted to spend my birthday with?”
“I guess I would need to know them first and then let God decide what they want to do with them.”
“You're killing them, aren’t you?” Chuuya asked.
“To put it simply, correct.”
She rolled her eyes at Fyodor’s satisfied smile as she said it. “Why do you have to make things so complicated to understand?”
“Then it makes you special that you can understand me so well, Chuuya,” she said almost too fondly for Chuuya’s liking.
“Possessive and jealous bitch.”
“Look who’s talking.”
“I am not possessive!”
“Oh? Not denying you get jealous then?”
“At least I proudly can admit it,” Chuuya replied triumphantly.
“By proudly, you mean by getting drunk and confessing your feelings to everyone in the bar?” She asked back with a smirk, “although, I don’t mind the attention.”
“Shut the fuck up, Fedya. That’s not true.”
“Would you like video evidence?”
Chuuya spun her head around like no tomorrow.
“YOU HAVE A FUCKING VIDEO?!”
Fyodor ignored her screaming and dodged the many attempts she tried to snatch the phone out of her hands.
“Oi! Fedya! Let me delete it goddamnit!”
Fedya stretched her hand with the phone behind her while Chuuya growled and without realising got on Fyodor’s lap, reaching for the phone.
What the hell am I doing? I can just use my ability.
Before Chuuya could activate her ability, Fedya took it as her chance to pull her down to steal a quick kiss.
“Mfphh!!” Chuuya pushed her back and wiped her lips, “what the hell was that for?”
“I couldn’t resist,” she replied and found her arms around her waist, “and because I knew moya dorogaya would try to use her ability.”
“You know what… I regret inviting you to my birthday.”
Fyodor stole another kiss from her lips, “As if I would let that happen.”
She scoffed. “Bitch.”
There was a small silence.
Chuuya slumped her shoulders in defeat and pulled Fedya closer to her.
“Kiss me again, Fedya.”
She leaned her head closer to hers, only a breath away.
“I thought you didn’t want any kisses, Chuuya. After you pushed me away like that.”
“You—!”
Another kiss was stolen from her lips again. Chuuya was beginning to get annoyed as it was her time to shove Fyodor into a forceful kiss after all the teasing ones she’s been giving her.
Pulling back to catch their breaths. Chuuya stared down at the Russian’s face, “Are you just trying to shut me up with kisses at this point?”
She shrugged her shoulders, “Guess you figured out my plan. I’m giving you birthday kisses.”
“They’re shit, do better.”
Chuuya tightened their hug as Fyodor softly kissed her again before pressing their noses together while exchanging smiles to each other.
“S dnem rozhdeniya, moya Chuuya.”