In the morning, Cindy felt worse than last night. On the start of the Monday morning, she discovered that she was on her period.

She dialed. "Hey sorry, can't make it tonight."

"Wait, why?" it was Hawks on the line. A wistful smile tugged at her lips.

"I'm sick, I ate the wrong food yesterday so gotta go to the bathroom." She lied.

"It's going to be that bad all day? Maybe take some medicines and don't eat?" He suggested.

"No, I think it's going to be bad all day." She quickly responded.

"Oh, take care and take rest. We won't bother unless Dabi is into scat porn" he chuckled.

"I hope not" Cindy hung up.

Butterflies grew in her stomach when she thought of Hawks. Her thoughts soon drifted to a pleasant vision of him nursing her in bed. If he lay beside her, she'd breathe in his captivating scent and fall asleep. She'd lay beside him and he'd lower his lips onto hers, comforting her and making her forget the pain. Cindy's eyes cracked open and the dream vanished, waking to the reality of the empty dorm room. Her neck felt itchy. Flakes of dry skin fell on her blanket.

"What the –" there was more wetness under the blanket and she hoped it wasn't red.

"That's all me" Dabi appeared from the kitchen, smirking.

"That's creepy and disgusting." She furrowed her brows. He helped himself to a glass of vodka from the counter. "Wait, why are you drinking in my apartment, and where did you get that?"

She watched him go bottoms up on his drink.

"I noticed the fridge the two times I was here, so I brought it over." It was creepy how he smuggled himself in.

"What made you think you can come here?" Cindy bunched up the quilt around her body.

"I'm into scat porn," He grinned. "I didn't want to miss the chance to do it myself"

Her facial features contorted when she looked at him. Soon, the emotion dropped.

"I lied..." Cindy tore away her gaze. "I lied... about that"

Dabi's smile fell from his lips and he pursed them, an anger bubbling form within.

"I'm unwell, I just don't have explosive diarrhea" She corrected herself. He waited for a response. "I have cramps..." She turned away, avoiding eye contact. "Like period cramps. Bad ones" She finished.

"I'm sorry..." she met his gaze again breaking the silence. A sinister grin came over his face.

"You're bleeding..." Cindy was disgusted by the sound of that. She nodded.

"Let me help you," he said with a polite tone, placing the vodka bottle on the floor. He climbed over from the foot of the bed. He hooked his fingers around the rim of her pajamas. "No it hurts, I can't..." she gripped on the sheets. She didn't want to have sex, not today.

"I want to," he looked sternly at her.

"Please don't hurt me," she lifted her waist allowing him to slide them bare. "I don't want my sheets spoiled." She was so afraid. No energy was left in her body to fight him today, just bad luck. He spread her legs apart and she reluctantly allowed him to do so. He pulled down her thongs revealing the red that painted the pad. Its scent aroused his senses and her heart raced, her eyes tightly shut.

He took in her drenched front entirely in his mouth making Cindy draw breath between her teeth. She felt his tongue snake to a sore spot. "Ow," she whimpered, "please stop"

She felt his tongue move around the area causing more friction. Soon it began to slither in. Cindy stifled a moan when the pain lightened. He moved his tongue in and out slowly.

"No, stay in..." Cindy begged. She didn't believe what overcame her. The pain loosened and for once, it felt nice. He obeyed, his soft tongue eased more into her. She rested her head back. When she let go, he worked wonders with his tongue. The scent of ash in the air made her feel at home. A soft moan escaped her lips, inviting his dark side.

"Fuck," he breathed, dropping his pants. She felt his hardened length replace his tongue. She gasped when she felt her core tighten. The pitch that left her lips indulged him to increase his pace.

Her core began to rest when the juices emptied her, accepting him deep within. A low growl occurred from him when he peaked. She arched her back gratefully replacing his juices with hers. Spent, she fell back on the bed. Her chest heaved up and down. The excruciating pain had vanished and the initial torture was forgotten.

"Thank you," she looked up at him with a gentle smile. That made his length reach out for her once more. His gaze never met hers again.

He rose from the bed, pulled on his pants, grabbed the bottle of vodka and sat on the ledge of the window, one leg in and the other balanced on the edge. With one arm draped over his knee, holding a bottle to his lips he gazed at the full moon night. The night began to soon grow silent. His gaze shifted to Cindy, her body slumped against the pillow, fast asleep.

He shifted until his legs dangled five stories above the ground and he leapt out the other side.