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Kaz swore under his breath as he dug through his bathroom cupboard, knocking over extra toilet paper and bottles of cleaning products. Nothing.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck my actual life.”
He grabbed his cane and stormed out to the kitchen, where Inej was sitting on the counter, writing an essay.
“Inej,” Kaz said. “Darling, treasure of my heart.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “Yes?”
“Would it be gender affirming for you to run to the store and get pads for me?”
Inej snorted, getting up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Absolutely,” she said. “But I would do it even if it didn’t.”
He cracked a small smile at her and sat down, pressing a hand into his stomach.
“Anything else?” She asked, putting on her coat. “Do you have enough Midol?”
“Don’t need the damn pills,” he grumbled, flopping onto his side. “Fuck.”
“I’ll get some anyway,” Inej decided. “Do you want me to see if they have speculars?”
“Mhm,” Kaz groaned. “Coffee?”
“Tea,” she corrected. “Coffee’s going to make you sick.”
He didn’t reply and she frowned, rubbing his shoulder gently. “Is it really bad?”
He nodded. “I’m going to kill Wylan.”
“He didn’t mean to.”
“Don’t care.”
“Yes, you do.”
Okay, he did.
“Hurts,” he told her.
“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll run a shower for, get yourself clean before I get home. You’ll feel better.”
Kaz nodded again and buried his head in the soft fabric of the couch. He could hear her turn on the shower and hoped she’d make it hot.
“I’m leaving, my love!” She called. “Text if you need anything else!”
The door slammed and Kaz dragged himself up from the couch.
“Stupid fucking X chromosomes,” he mumbled.
-
Inej wasn’t stupid. She’d bought tampons for Nina a handful of times, even for Wylan once or twice when Jesper was too busy. She knew their preferences.
Kaz never ran out of period supplies. He kept a box in the bathroom of their apartment that he kept fully stocked at all times. But the other crows had slept over one night, and Wylan had had to use the last of the pads and Kaz had forgotten about that until right now.
So Inej was a little bit clueless as she wandered up and down the “feminine hygiene” aisle.
“Can I help you find anything today, ma’am?” A young girl in a blue polo shirt asked. Her name tag read Amy.
“Um, yes!” Inej said. “I’m shopping for my… friend. And she only uses pads. I use tampons, so I’m a little out of my depth.”
“Oh, that’s no problem!” Amy said. “Does she have a specific brands she prefers?”
“The black box,” Inej said.
“Right,” the girl said. “I would recommend the level three. Right in the middle. It has wings too, which is always nice.”
Inej had no idea what that meant, but she grabbed two boxes anyway, thanked the girl, and left.
“Stupid Y chromosome,” she growled. “Never did shit for me.”
-
Kaz was curled up on the couch in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants when Inej got home.
“Oh, darling,” she sighed. “You’re really not feeling good, are you?”
“Feel like shit,” Kaz admitted, taking the bag and going to the bathroom. “Put something funny on? I ordered takeout.”
“Chinese?”
“Yeah.”
They had a routine down pretty good by now. Kaz would be in too much pain to move around (he’d tried to push through it once and it resulted in him throwing up in a McDonald’s parking lot), so they’d lie around, order something greasy and salty, and watch a comedy.
Once he was back from the bathroom, Kaz pulled her so she was leaning against him and they sat in peaceful silence, only broken by the sound of the TV.
“Are you still going to kill Wylan?”
“Maybe tomorrow.”