My name is Y/N, and I've been dating Izuku Midoriya for what feels like forever, though it's really only been a few blissful months. We're both in U.A. High, chasing our dreams of becoming heroes, and somehow, amidst the chaos of training and exams, we found each other. Izuku is everything I could ever want: kind, thoughtful, and with a heart bigger than All Might himself.
We'd planned a beach trip with our friends from class 1-A for weeks, a much-needed break after a particularly grueling training session. The sun, the sand, the waves crashing against the shore - it was exactly what we needed to recharge. Izuku and I spent the day building sandcastles (which he took way too seriously), swimming, and laughing until our sides hurt. We even managed to sneak away for a few quiet moments alone, sharing stolen kisses under the pier.
Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't.
It started with a cramp, a dull ache in my lower abdomen that I initially dismissed. Then came the nausea, a queasy feeling that made the greasy beach fries Momo had generously shared seem less appealing. I tried to ignore it, chalking it up to too much sun or maybe a dodgy hotdog at lunch. But the final, undeniable confirmation hit me like a rogue wave.
Panic bloomed in my chest. My period. Here? Now?
Of all the days, of all the places, it had to be today, on our perfect beach trip with Izuku and the whole class. My face flushed with a mix of discomfort and mortification. I excused myself, muttering something about needing to find the restroom.
The beach bathroom was a grimy, sandy-floored nightmare, but at that moment, it was my sanctuary. Confirmation glared back at me in the cracked mirror. Yep, definitely started. And it was bad. Really bad. I rummaged frantically through my beach bag, desperately praying for a stray tampon, a forgotten pad, anything. Utterly empty.
Great. Just great.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I couldn't tell the class. How could I? The thought of telling anyone, especially Izuku, made my skin crawl with embarrassment. I wasn't one to shy away from things, but this felt so… personal. And messy.
I decided to just try and wait it out until we could get back to the dorms. Maybe I could subtly convince the whole group to leave soon. I adjusted my swimsuit, hoping against hope that no one noticed anything, and plastered on a fake smile as I walked back to where everyone was gathered.
Izuku was waiting for me, his green eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "You okay, Y/N? You were gone for a while."
I forced a laugh. "Yeah, just… girl stuff. You know." I cringed inwardly at my vague answer, but he seemed to accept it, nodding understandingly.
But the relief was short-lived. The cramps intensified, twisting my insides into knots. I felt lightheaded, and the perfect beach day suddenly felt like a cruel form of torture. I tried to participate in the volleyball game, but my coordination was shot, and I kept fumbling the ball.
Izuku, ever observant, noticed. "Y/N, you don't seem like yourself. Are you sure you're alright?" He placed a hand on my forehead, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through me.
I couldn't lie to him. Not really. "I… I'm not feeling so good," I mumbled, avoiding his gaze. "I think maybe I should sit down."
He guided me to a nearby bench, his brow furrowed with concern. He knelt in front of me, his hands gently holding mine. "What's wrong? Tell me."
I hesitated. This was it. Time to face the music. I took a shaky breath. "It's… It's my period." The words came out in a rush, barely audible.
I braced myself for his reaction, expecting awkwardness, maybe even a hint of disgust. But what I saw in his eyes was pure empathy. His cheeks did flush a delicate pink, but his expression remained soft and understanding.
"Oh," he said quietly. "I… I see." He didn't pull away. He didn't make a face. He just looked at me, his gaze unwavering.
"I'm so sorry," I blurted out, the words tumbling out of my mouth. "I didn't want to ruin the trip. And I don't have anything with me, and I just feel awful."
He squeezed my hands reassuringly. "Hey, it's okay. Really. This happens. You're not ruining anything." He stood up. "Wait here. I'll be right back."
Before I could protest, he was gone, weaving through the crowd towards the beachside gift shop. I watched him go, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over me. Of course, Izuku would be this understanding. That's just who he is.
A few minutes later, he returned, carrying a small plastic bag. He handed it to me, his blush deepening. "I wasn't sure exactly what you needed, so I just grabbed a few different things."
I peeked inside. He had bought pads, tampons, and even a small package of pain relievers. My eyes welled up with tears. "Izuku, you didn't have to do that."
He shrugged, his expression bashful. "It's no problem. I just wanted to help." He paused, then added hesitantly, "My mom always keeps a little emergency kit in her purse, just in case. I kind of remembered what was in it."
A wave of affection washed over me. He was so sweet, so incredibly thoughtful. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
"Let's get you back to the dorms," he said, helping me to my feet. "You need to rest."
He told the rest of the class that I wasn't feeling well and that we were heading back. Everyone offered their well wishes, and Momo even slipped me a heating pad from her seemingly endless supply of helpful items.
The drive back to the dorms was quiet. I leaned my head against the window, trying to quell the throbbing in my abdomen. Izuku kept glancing over at me, his expression full of concern.
When we finally arrived, he helped me out of the car and walked me to my room. He unlocked the door and ushered me inside.
"Just relax," he said, pulling back the covers of my bed. "I'll get you some water and maybe a snack."
He fussed over me, making sure I was comfortable and had everything I needed. He even brewed me a cup of chamomile tea, knowing it always helped soothe my nerves.
As I lay in bed, sipping the tea, Izuku sat beside me, holding my hand. "Is there anything else I can do?" he asked softly.
I looked at him, my heart overflowing with love. He was everything I could ever ask for in a boyfriend, and in that moment, I knew I was incredibly lucky to have him.
"Just stay with me," I whispered.
He smiled and squeezed my hand. "Of course."
He stayed with me for the rest of the evening, watching movies, reading aloud, and just being there. He didn't try to fix anything. He just offered his presence, his support, and his unwavering love.
My period was still awful, the cramps still relentless, but with Izuku by my side, it felt a little less like the end of the world. He had turned what could have been a disastrous day into a testament to his kindness, his empathy, and his unwavering support.
That night, as I drifted off to sleep with Izuku's hand still in mine, I realized that true love isn't about perfect beach days or grand gestures. It's about being there for each other, through thick and thin, through sunshine and… crimson tides. And I knew, without a doubt, that Izuku Midoriya was the one for me.