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Nanami was sure he wanted to snap himself in half at this moment.
He never minded his periods too much, he was one of the lucky people who didn’t often get abdominal cramps during them and they would never get too in the way of his daily life. Even if they did, at most it was just his period suddenly starting when he didn’t have any sanitary supplies on him or forcing him to deal with stained clothing at early hours of the morning, effectively delaying his usual morning routine.
But there was one part about his period that always, always bothered him without fail. The very, so very, stupid lower back cramps he’d get after sitting down for too long.
These cramps usually don’t even hurt. And that was why he hated them even more. They were nothing but an uncomfortable sore that refused to leave him alone.
Now, he’s struggling to fall asleep while the cursed soreness continues to pester him. He’s shifted around too many times for him to even be bothered to keep track of. Moving around again, he tries to sleep on his side, tries to ignore the constant pressing feeling against his lower back, with no luck.
He's grumbling, about to attempt changing sleeping positions again before a pair of arms curl around him, and a head presses itself against the back of his neck. “Kento..” A voice– Gojo’s voice, calls out groggily, “Stop moving, please.”
Gojo’s arms tighten around Nanami further when he moves even in the slightest, his head nuzzling further into the back of Nanami’s. Completely trapped, Nanami sighs, “Sorry, Satoru. It’s just–”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Gojo interrupts Nanami before he can explain, kissing his neck gently. Gojo’s arms around him loosen, and he’s muttering softly, “Turn around.”
Nanami complies and he tries to speak again, “Satoru–” This time, Gojo only presses his lips onto Nanami’s, silencing him before he’s shifting the both of them around. Suddenly, Gojo’s laying farther down the bed compared to him, head pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around him again. Though this time, one of Gojo’s hands is rubbing his lower back lovingly. His touch is firm and gentle all at the same time, creating a soothing sensation for the sore that originally felt like it would never leave.
And Nanami’s left hugging his own arms around Gojo’s head, a kiss pressed to the top of the mess of white hair, thanking him.
“Love you..” Gojo mumbles triedly into Nanami’s chest.
“Love you too. Don’t keep interrupting me like that again, though.”
Gojo can only give a drowsy giggle in response.