𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙇𝙎 | blue lock

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

It was a dark, stormy night, long ago...

No, it was not, and this was most definitely not a mediocre campfire story. Although it was night, it was a pretty shitty one, currently. So, unsurprisingly, you were scampering down the hallways of Blue Lock. Who would have thought, right?

Your arms were clutched tightly around your midsection while you dragged yourself toward the cafeteria. It was a pathetic sight, really. You walked in to see a figure standing under the lone light that illuminated the center of the room.

"Anri?" you rasped, face scrunched up in utter discomfort.

"Hey," she said softly, "I've got the goods." The whole interaction vaguely resembled a less-than-legal exchange, but who's to judge?

You sighed, "Thanks, I didn't think it'd start for a few more days but my cramps are already rampaging."

"It's all good," she chuckled, "Just make sure to hide this in your locker well." She passed you the bag filled with tampons and pads galore, did she buy out the pharmacy's entire stock?

"Mhm, well, I should go back. I've got to survive that game tonight."

You turned to walk out, "Good luck!" she called quietly after you.

"Thanks again!"

As you stepped through the doors, you thought you heard panicked footsteps around the corner. Delirium, maybe? It could be that there were players here that spent too much time in the hallways and leveled up to spirits. Sucks to be them.

You entered the bathroom, graphic detailing exempt, before you returned back to the Team Z room. Hitting Igarashi's face on the way back to your futon, the normal.

All was well.

All was not well.

Far from it. You felt like a reincarnation of Bachira from yesterday morning, no way in hell were you getting up.

Your cramps were practically debilitating. Equality of the sexes, my ass. It was one of those rare times you truly felt like you got the short end of the stick with a uterus.

As it goes, you were currently lying in the fetal position on your futon trying to not bawl your eyes out. There are no words in the English language to describe the utter anguish you were experiencing at the moment.

You heard shuffling and the shadows behind your eyelids lightened, so you assumed the lights had gone on and everyone was starting to wake up. The power of deduction, everyone. Although, the fact they had the ability to sleep was downright unfair.

Someone pushed your shoulder forward, "Kazuma? Are you okay?" It was Isagi.

"No."

"Uh," he drew a blank, "Well...what's wrong?"

"Everything, no one understands my pain," you mumbled. "My stomach hurts like a bitch."

"Maybe he just needs to take a shit." Chigiri piped in.

You ignored him and just continued to grumble under your breath until Isagi decided to speak again, "Do you think you can come to breakfast...?"

"Just go. I'm good. Totally cool. All under wraps." Lies. Lies! Liar!!!

"Alright..."

You heard he and Chigiri and Isagi's footsteps follow out of the room with everyone else's. You took a deep breath, it's cool. Happens all the time. Yet, it still hurts. Every time.