Opening the door a slender hand reaches into the microwaves pulling out a pink heart. Lifting up your shirt to tuck it beneath your chin, you pull the waistband of your sweats out sliding the heating pad down onto your abdomen.
“Sweet, sweet merciful god,” you groan out leaning against the counter. Unwrapping a Ghirardelli chocolate, you pop it into your mouth rolling the sweet across your tongue letting out a delighted moan.
Oh, that’s good.
Resting your head onto your folded arms on the counter, you groan when a cramp hits you. Grunting you press down harder on the heated pad.
God if only those damn pills would kick in now.
Standing up you grab your Camelbak water bottle off the counter to take a drink. Feeling your pocket buzz, you bite onto the straw idly chewing on it while you pull your cell out typing in the pass code. Swiping right, you groan when another cramp hits causing you to bend over, “Son of a biscuit eater
"Akashi-kun. I have to get home. If you want something, make it quick." Unfazed, the red haired teen didn't move and his gaze didn't waver. You weren't sure, but it seemed as if he was thinking of something to say. This silence lasted for a minute, it was kind of sickening. It ate away at you, making you impatient until you decided to speak. You opened your mouth to do so, before being interrupted by Akashi's voice.
"(f/n)." Silence again… It was becoming irritating now.
"Akashi?" You questioned, putting a lot of annoyance into your tone. You were a bit surprised by what he said next