Miya Osamu and the Wild (Y/N)-Saurus

The morning light filters through your bedroom window, a stark contrast to the sudden jolt you feel in your lower abdomen. A groan escapes your lips as the all-too-familiar ache of menstrual cramps kicks in, immediately souring your mood.

"Crap, crap, crap!"

You mumble, eyes narrowed, as you speed walk to the bathroom. The sight of a stain on your beige bed covers confirms your fears. With a sigh of irritation, you reluctantly strip the sheets, tossing them into the washer for later.

Everything feels annoying today. The toothbrush. The morning itself. Everything.

After your routine, you pull on your Inarizaki uniform, the fabric feeling slightly scratchy against your skin. Bag slung over your shoulder, you head downstairs, munching on a piece of toast with avocado spread.

"Nana, I'll be going now! Love you," You call out, giving your grandma a quick peck on the cheek before heading for the door, a wide smile plastered on your face despite the growing cramps.

"Itterasshai," Your grandma replies warmly.

The moment the door clicks shut, the smile vanishes, replaced by a stoic, grumpy expression. You know the twins are waiting for you at the corner, as usual.