"Mother of all fuck!"
Yata raised an eyebrow from his spot on the couch, not taking his eyes off the game he was playing. "Yo, what's a'matter?" He called.
"I'm out of tampons!" You called back from the bathroom, and though you couldn't see him, you knew Yata's face went bright red. "Hey Yata, would you-"
"No!" He exclaimed instantly, knowing exactly what you were going to ask. "No way!"
You slammed the bathroom cabinet shut and stomped out into the living room, your arms crossed across your chest. "Why not?!"
"Do you know how embarrassing that would be, Y/N?"
"Oh boohoo, poor Yata," You said sarcastically. "The only thing stopping me from bleeding all over the place right now is the makeshift toilet paper pad jammed in my panties, and it's not going to hold out for much longer, and there's no way I'm going out in public like this. What if I bleed through my pants? Do you know how embarrassing that would be?"
Yata turned bright red, then purple, then red again as he froze in place, your words sinking into his head. "Gah! Never say that again!"
You raised an eyebrow, leaning your hip against the door frame. "Oh brother. What are you, five? Suck it up, Yata, and go get me tampons."
"You suck it up and go get them!"
"If I could suck it up then we wouldn't have this problem, would we?!"
Yata choked. "That's not what I meant!"
"I know what you meant! Go be a good boyfriend and get me tampons Yata!"
"Can't you just call Tatara and have him get them for you?" He whined.
"Yata."
"But-!"
"Yata."
"Oh come on-!"
"Yata."
He threw his hands up in exasperation. "Fine! Jesus Christ!"
"Don't be such a baby."
Yata glared at you as he stood up, grabbing his skateboard as he headed for the door. "Shut up."
You smirked as he left, slamming the door behind him. "Sweet victory."
Yata found himself in quite the dilemma, tapping his foot and biting his nails nervously.
There he stood, in the feminine hygiene aisle, completely at a loss. There were so many options. What did he want? What did you want? Tampax Pearl? Tampax Radiant? Carefree? Playtex Sport? Playtex Gentle Glide? What the fuck was a Gentle Glide, anyway? (He figured it out and blushed). Should he get the other things too? The pads? Should he call you?
No, he decided, that was not a good idea. You would no doubt take advantage of the question and tease and humiliate him until he curled up into a ball, waved the white flag and declared surrender.
"Fuck it." He growled, swiping a box of each brand into his arms and heading for the checkout. The cashier raised an eyebrow as Yata dumped the merchandise onto the counter, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Your girl has you do the dirty work too, huh?" The cashier chuckled. "With all the different options, here, I take it this is your first time grabbing them for her."
