#WOE TBOY PERIOD CRAMPS BE UPON YE. BITCH.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

Cramp

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It wasn’t often that Katsumi actually felt the pain.

Usually Masuyo muffled it, gave him some reprieve from a body he couldn’t bring himself to change in that way. But the last few nights had been hard, Masuyo taking on more than it usually did in order to protect him.

But that left him vulnerable to certain weaknesses he couldn’t otherwise control. Even as the sun began to set, Masuyo’s hold of him was only so minimal. It didn’t erase the pain he was in, it didn’t shutter him completely like it usually did.

Soft whines escaped the kitsune, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He wasn’t sure how he was going to survive, it felt like something was clawing at his insides. Katsumi sniffled, turning his face into the pillow.

I cannot make it go away.

“I- ow! I know..” 

Katsumi curled himself into a tight ball, trying to ease the pain, anything. He wanted Eiji, but the feline was nowhere to be found. Katsumi couldn’t even be mad, it was almost dark, he usually was gone by this time. But he wanted his boyfriend.

Another pang of pain shot through him and he brought his tails around his body in an attempt to soothe himself. Blond and brown ears flattened against his head as he tried to make himself as small as possible. Any amount of relief would serve him, any. 

He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep. He woke suddenly when a cold wet cloth was pressed to his sticky hot skin. Eiji’s hand stilled as a blade made of swirling wind approached his wrist. But the wind dissipated before it struck, and Eiji stared in surprise. Masuyo couldn’t use wind, not like Katsumi. 

Katsumi sat up, shirt slouching around his shoulders as he looked around. But the movement prompted the pain to return, the kitsune gasped out. He curled back into a ball almost immediately, holding onto his tails. 

“I thought you were injured.” Eiji admitted, laying the cloth on the side of his head, letting it droop down on his forehead. Katsumi became painfully acutely embarrassingly aware his clothes had been changed, a new blanket placed over him. “Worry not. It’s only natural.”

“Not to you. That- that came out.. Ow- ow ow ow.. Mean.. meaner than I intended-”

Eiji exhaled softly, fingers carding through the kitsune’s messy untied hair. “Neither of us constitute normal.” He couldn’t argue with the feline puppet. Katsumi looked up at him through hazy eyes. The pain was too much. He didn’t know how to handle it, Masuyo always cushioning the blows for him.

The feline slowly laid down, pulling the blanket over his body too. He wasn’t warm, in fact he ran cold. But he brought Katsumi into his arms nonetheless, holding the overheated man tightly. “Rest. I will watch over you in his place.” Eiji pressed his face in the space between the fox ears on his head. 

“Please don’t leave me, Eiji.”

It was such a sincere request, spoken in such a soft tone. There were things still, Eiji did not know of the man in his arms. Things he didn’t know himself. But there was a loneliness in his tone that the puppet understood perhaps too keenly. 

Vulnerable and in pain. 

But loved. 

“Never.”

Eiji’s beliefs of eternity differed to those of his creator.

But there was no eternity to him as certain as staying by his kitsune’s side.

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