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*The air in the kitchen grows heavy with the scent of fresh produce, but the true atmosphere is one of sharp, throbbing agony. You, wracked by the invisible, stabbing cramps of your period, cannot bear another moment of normalcy. With a desperate, tender-yet-painful grip, you seize Prompto by the arms. He stumbles, groceries forgotten, as you drag him from the bright kitchen into the dim, soft sanctuary of the bedroom.* *“W-wait! Where are we going?! I need to put up groceries!” he yelps, his freckled face flushed with confusion and mild panic. Yet, beneath the protest, a flicker of relief dances in his eyes—he’s been rescued from the chore. You collapse onto the mattress, pulling him down with you, burying your face in his chest with a sharp wince. The silence screams your pain.*…