One shots for Momojirou

Period Problems

Requested by Aliiiisgay 

To everyone reading this, please feel free to correct me on any information I get wrong in this story.

TW: Blood, talk about natural female-body functions

Third Person POV - Jirou

Jirou awoke to the sound and feel of movement in her bed. She opened her eyes and smiled upon seeing her girlfriend who had slept over after a night of studying, but that smile quickly faded as she saw Momo's eyebrows furrowed in what seemed to be discomfort.

"Hey Mo..are you okay?" she said groggily.

Momo's face relaxed a bit at the sound of her lover, but was still tense enough to be worrying.

"Ah..I apologize for waking you Kyoka. I am okay, just experiencing some pain..I'm sure it will go away."

Concerned, Jirou sat up on her elbow facing Momo and pressed the subject.

"Where is the pain? Is it really bad.?"

"It is..uncomfortable. It is most likely something I ate, you do not need to worry."

Sighing, Jirou knew Momo was downplaying the pain. "Something you ate? So it's stomach pain?"

Momo's mind-gears seemed to be turning at the simple question.

"..I suppose it is lower than my stomach, which is confusing."

The musician sat up and thought for a moment, but an idea came quickly to her. She pulled the covers back and her heart started to ache for her girlfriend when she saw what she had expected.

Momo sat up, "Kyoka, why did you do th-....oh...oh my gosh. Kyoka I am so so sorry," she apologized while quickly getting up and out of the bed, staring at the bloody sheets with horror. "I-I've never had cramps from this, I didn't realize-! It wasn't supposed to happen for another week!"

The ravenette scrambled and continued to apologize over and over before her face was held in two gentle but rough hands. Jirou stared at Momo with no anger in her eyes.

"Shh..stop talking, baby. Periods are unpredictable, God knows how many times I've bled onto my bed too. This was an accident, and I have pads under my sink. Go change into something comfy and I will clean this up. We're heroes, the blood doesn't bother me. I just want you to feel comfortable."

With a teary-eyed nod, the taller girl left to change her soiled clothes and clean herself up. Jirou sighed, not out of annoyance, but out of sadness, due to her knowing Momo's first period cramps would most likely get worse.

"That girl," she whispered, "she is going to have a rough night. Shit."

Jirou began to strip her bed of its covers and had just finished putting on the clean ones when she heard the bathroom door click. Momo walked out, head hung low, arms across her stomach as if to shield herself, and a new outfit. She looked small..even with her tall frame.

"Oh, love.." Jirou's heart sank, "please, don't worry about this. First of all, this happens ALL the time, it's okay to be unprepared. Second of all, come over here and lay down. I'm going to plug in a heating pad, okay?" She picked up the bloody sheets and walked over to her girlfriend.

"Let me put these in the bathroom so I can clean them tomorrow. I prefer to hand-wash things when this happens."

If possible, the creation hero seemed to shrink more, walking to her lover's bed in shame and laying down before immediately curling up. She knew this was bound to happen, being a woman and all, but after years of no cramps, she figured she was one of the luckiest girl's alive. She was paying the price for having that hope.

Momo's lengthy body was more compact than Jirou had thought possible—her long legs against her chest and her head buried into her knees.

"Kyoka..it..it hurts, how do you and the girls deal with this?!"

The smaller girl just chuckled and set the heating bag to a medium heat, not wanting to overwhelm the already hurting girl.

"You learn to live with it honestly..how's that feel?" she asked as she had finally coaxed Momo to uncurl and pressed the heating pad on her lower stomach. The edges of Jirou's lips twitched up as she saw Momo's shoulders visibly relax, her heart settling as the worry melted off it.

She laid down next to the hurting woman and placed a hand on her shoulder, slowly rubbing small patterns in a soothing manner. "Feeling better?"

Momo could only nod, a weak smile tugging at her lips as her muscles slowly relaxed. God, she hadn't realized how anguishing  period cramps could be and now felt bad for every poor soul who had to deal with them. It was like her uterus was being poked, prodded, and stabbed from all directions with little daggers. Then, of course, she was also bleeding, her skin already pale enough.

She jolted lightly as she felt the heating pad press against her more firmly, her girlfriend's hand gently keeping it in place.

"Thank you, love.."

The musician smiled and pecked Momo's cheek, determined to keep her as comfortable as she could.

"So..I know you're stubborn about medicine, but I have some pain relief and water on my nightstand if  you choose to take it."

Those words elicited a pout from Momo, and as expected, she refused the medicine. (Much to Jirou's dismay)

The two students fell into a light slumber after that, the heating pad working wonders on the taller one.

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It was morning when Momo admitted she took the meds sometime throughout the night. She had made a point not to wake her girlfriend again  and carefully sat up to reach them. Jirou only sighed and shook her head with a smile, kissing the girl's head lightly before getting ready for the day.

Momo survived her first night with period cramps. How the HECK was she supposed to do this for a week every month?!?!?

Hey...how y'all doin...(it's 2 am)