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Bakugo was irritable at the best of times. Combine that with the dysphoria and hormonal surge of his monthly cycle?
Needless to say, he wasn't in a good mood.
Still, Izuku was by his side, making sure he had ample water, food, medication, and heat to keep the uncomfortable occurrence as comfortable as possible.
Bakugo felt a twinge of guilt each time he'd snap at the other boy, and would find himself apologizing later. Of course, Izuku didn't hold it against him, but he still felt a bit bad about it.
When nightfall came, and Bakugo broke down about how miserable he felt and how he'd never be a real man, Izuku held him and whispered soft reassurances in his ear.
How ever did he get so lucky to find such a kind and understanding boyfriend?