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The world could be ablaze in Dabi’s blue flames at this very moment and Uraraka would let the fire consume everything in its path. She wished she could blame her piss poor mood on something more dignified than having her period, but alas, that was not the case.
She had less than three hours of sleep last night due to the horrendous crime her body was committing against itself. Plus, she had moved her ass from the California king bed she shared with her three boyfriends to the queen bed in the spare room which had left her feeling super alone.
They’d been living together for about six months now in a custom-designed home that Mitsuki had created for them. Uraraka’s parent’s construction company had built the place while Mitsuki and Masaru had designed and furnished the home. Kirishima’s mothers had pitched in the workout equipment from the gym chain they ran. Aizawa and Hizashi installed the security systems, which were top-of-the-line creations by Hatsume.
All-in-all it was a beautiful home. The boys were great!
They had just never experienced her while she had a period of such epic proportions.
Now, they weren’t always this atrocious. They were quite manageable most of the time, but every now-and-again Uraraka was thrown for a loop.
Leaving the bed had been her choice of course, but it was so she wouldn’t disturb the boys. He had an alarm set on her phone to wake her up every hour on the hour so she could change her tampons and pads out. There was also a change of sheets in there too since when Uraraka sat up the gush that she immediately felt couldn’t be avoided. She tossed the bedding into the washer and then hopped into the shower.
She had been confined to paperwork all day, which normally sucked. However, being able to run to the bathroom every forty-five minutes was a fucking gawd-send. The day was long due to the lack of sleep, constant pain, and barely wanting to eat a single thing.
All she wanted was to go home, soak in the tub, and sleep.
Opening the door to their home she noticed that the place was very quiet which was odd since they were all scheduled to be home around six pm. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be angry no-one was home or cry because no-one was home.
Even their grey tabby cat, Mittens, was giving her a wide berth. She could probably sense Uraraka’s emotional instability at that very moment.
Walking into the bathroom she decided upon a shower instead of a bath. A bath would be great but a lot messier than she cared for right now. Her lower back ached as she tried to massage some of the tightness away under the scalding water. At least she could cry out her frustrations in the shower and not feel bad crying in front of the guys.
Random bouts of rage or crying were the two typical emotions that were predominant, outside of being constantly tired. She would either flip the table over she stubbed her toe on or see a ladybug sitting on a flower petal causing her to sob endlessly. There was no in-between.
Uraraka pulled on one of Kirishima’s sweaters, burying her nose in the front of it and inhaling his pine-scented cologne. She was also wearing the baggiest pair of sweatpants she owned because she wanted nothing tight around her tum-tum.
Curling up with a blanket she sat on the couch with a couple of double-stuffed Oreos as she turned the TV on watching a show she’d seen a hundred times. Something familiar and cute.
“Hey, babe,” a soft voice called out to her, shaking her shoulder ever so slightly. “Sorry we’re late but it’s almost nine and we have supper ready.” Blurry chocolate orbs could make out the bright red of Kiri’s head in front of her face. “There’s our girl. You’ve been sleeping for about two hours, I’d guess.”
Two hours . . . Her entire body went rigid. Closing her eyes tightly she rolled onto her back. She could feel the pull already start to form in her uterus, and knew that there was going to be blood clots since she’d been lying in one spot for so long. The moment she sat up it would all be over.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong, Kitten?” Shinsou rested a hand on her leg, which she immediately slapped away to curl into a ball and cry.
“Cheeks?” The tone of worry in Bakugou’s voice had her sobbing.
“Why don’t we get you out of here, yeah?” Kirishima went to lift her off the couch only for Uraraka to tense and try to jump out of his arms. He set her down carefully as she then fled to her own private room, slamming the door.
“What the hell is going on?” Bakugou looked between the three of them utterly confused.
“Eiji, are you bleeding? I thought we had you patched up?” They looked at him where there was a small smear of blood on his forearm. Looking at his arm, then one another, then back to his arm it all dawned on him what had occurred.
“Let’s give her a few minutes to freshen up and then we’ll talk,” Kirishima went to the kitchen to wash his arm off. “Makes sense though cuz I’m pretty sure she ate an entire pint of bubblegum ice cream a couple of days ago.”
“But why sleep in a different bed and leave before we woke up this morning?” Shinsou asked as he set the table.
“Embarrassment,” Bakugou stated as he filled several glasses with water. They heard the door click as Uraraka made off to the laundry room with the blanket and several clothes in hand.
Uraraka walked around the corner to the kitchen only to be scooped up into the loving arms of Kirishima, kissing her softly on the lips. “You know you don’t need to hide from us when you’re on your period, right? We all grew up around females in some capacity. Two moms means lots of emergency runs for pads, tampons, and cravings.” She giggled a bit as the uneasiness of the situation ebbed away.
“The hag made sure I knew what was needed in case of emergencies, while my old man ensured I knew how to help.”
“Eri has had my Dad’s and I wrapped around her finger since she joined our chaotic family, which included the finer points of “period care” as she dubbed it.” Uraraka giggled again as she wiped the remaining tears from her face.
“Cheeks, you just gotta let us know what you need. Okay?” She nodded her head as Kirishima put her back on the floor. “I’m serious about this shit. You need a grocery run or back rub you tell us. Need some space? Tell us to back the fuck off.”
“Okay,” Uraraka whispered as she played with the ends of the sweater she wore.
“So, what do you need from us?” Shinsou asked, looking at her expectantly.
“A hug,” she looked up at him with big brown eyes. He wasn’t about to deny her something so simple, so he pulled her close to his chest. Shinsou could feel the stress leave her body as she relaxed in his hold.
“Come grab some food when you’re ready,” Bakugou called out as he and Kirishima went to sit at the kitchen table. After several minutes the two of them sat at the table, silently eating their meal. Normally it was a boisterous affair but the guys could tell Uraraka just wanted some quiet.
“Can we cuddle on the couch and have popcorn afterwards, please?”
“Microwave or stove cooked?” Kirishima inquired as she scrunched her nose slightly.
“Stove cooked. I don’t think I’ll like the smell of the bagged stuff tonight.” Bakugou grinned at Uraraka’s response because he hated the microwave bullshit.
Shinsou cleared the table when they were done and Kirishima was pulling the stuff out for their post-meal snack. Uraraka headed to the washroom so Shinsou grabbed her favourite sweet drink, a cream soda, and a fresh blanket from the bench in the living room.
“You keep rubbing your back. What’s wrong?” Bakugou asked as she went to sit down on their large leather couch.
“It’s just sore.”
“Here,” Bakugou easily pulled her into his lap as he pulled up her sweater. His body ran quite warm due to his quirk but he’d figured out a while ago he could channel some extra heat into his hands. Came very handy when massaging out knots or for temperature play in the bedroom.
“Mhmm. Thank you, Katsuki.” Shinsou joined them on the couch, followed by Kirishima and two large bowls of popcorn.
This was what she needed, what she wanted. To be cuddled and surrounded by the men she loved. Periods sucked but at least her men made it more tolerable.