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Jamil woke up feeling nothing but pain. He clutched his stomach as he felt painful shocks coming from his lower half. He sat up on his bed, still clutching his stomach, and checked under the sheets of his bed.
'Good thing I put a pad on yesterday...' , Jamil knew this was coming, he felt a similar pain yesterday so he prepared himself for the worst. And it worked out in his favor. His bed was not full off caprisun.
It was save to say, it was that ''time of the month''. The thing everyone who has had the experience fears. It's nothing but annoying, tedious and PAINFUL. And for what?! If god truly does exist, WHY DID HE CURSE US WITH THIS?!?!?!??!
Or maybe there is a god, for Jamil at least, since it was Sunday, meaning he didn't have class. But he still had to attend a whole bunch of other tasks. Such as helping to clean the dorm, cooking for the dorm, taking care of hi-
''JAMIIIIIIIII'', a loud yell of his name cut his train of thought, he reconized that voice anywhere. The one of his annoying, yet super sweet... AND STUPID, but also adorable, boyfriend. The one and only, Kalim Al-Asim.
Jamil groaned slightly and looked over to the garnet pair of eyes staring him down with an adorable stare. Piercing his soul. In a good way. ''Yes Kalim, what is it?'', he asked in a tired tone. Kalim jumped on Jamil's bed and sat crissed-cross-applesauce style. ''It's late and I didn't see you anywhere in the dorm. You normally wake up earlier then me so I came to check on you!'', Kalim had a huge smile on his face that just RADIADED energy. Even after knowing him his whole life, Jamil never understood how he had so much energy in the morning.
''Kalim, what do you mean it's-'', Jamil stopped himself when he realized that he himself didn't know what time it was. He streched his hand out to grab the phone on his nighttable. Low and behold, it was almost 10am, Jamil normally woke up at 5:30, even on weekends. He groaned to himself, he skipped breakfast. The dorm had some leftovers from last night so maybe they ate that? He would have to ask Kalim, who is currently right in front of him looking at him with his ever so dorky smile. Jamil was about to ask when suddenly, he once again felt like a thousand needles pierced his lower half. This cycle was more painful then usual. A slight noise of pain escaped his mouth as he lied down on the bed and clutched his stomach once again. Kalim immidietly got worried.
''Jami!! Are you okay?! What's wrong?!'', Kalim had to stop himself from grabbing the servant's shoulders and shaking him vigourosly. Jamil lifted his head up from his pillow to reply, ''Ya. I'm fine. It's just that time of the month for me- GAH!'', Jamil was stopped by another wave of pain. Kalim tilted his head to the side, confused. 'Time of the month?' ,he thought.
Jamil starred at him in disbelieve. ''You know? The thing that happens to me every month? We learned about it in middle school? When we were studying birth?'', Kalim still looked confused, 'Something that happend to Jami every month that has to do with birth?''
''I'm on my period dumbass!'', a lightblub in Kalim's head clicked, and he just went, ''Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'', yes with all those h's. Kalim's hand slowly went to Jamil's stomach. ''Does it hurt a lot?'', Kalim asked with consern. ''Like a bitch.'',and Jamil was not going to sugercoat it. Kalim didn't really know how he could help, Jamil normally kept his personal pains to himself, even after his overblot. He was so used to bottling everything up that it became a habit. Kalim was determined to put a stop to it. 'Jamil's pain is mostly around his stomach...seeing how he was clutching it before...so maybe if I...' ,Kalim slowly lifted up Jamil's night shirt to expose his stomach. The noirette raised an eyebrow but allowed it. Kalim begane slowly rubbing circles on Jamil's stomach. The former's cheek became red as he got flustered.
Noting the brush on his boyfriend cheeks. Kalim came to the conclusion that he was helping! And then another idea popped into his head.
He nealed his head down and started peppering Jamil's stomach area with light kisses, each filled with love and adoration. The latter's face became red as he starred dumbfounded by his boyfriend's tactic to make him feel better. And he was enjoying it. Each kiss sent a tickling sensation up his body all the way to his spine. How could this dork make him feel so giddy?! He used his hand to shove Kalim's face away, afraid his face would become as red as Riddle's hair. Kalim just laughed. That stupid, sweet, adorable laugh.
Kalim laid down Jamil in a way that the former was now on his lap as he gently stroked his long hair. Jamil's face flushed for the 3rd time that day. He was at a loss for words. Meanwhile, Kalim loved being able to show Jamil this kind od affection. Jamil was so cute sometimes! Jamil thought he was going to overload from all the blood rushing to his head. But his body didn't allow him to move himself from Kalim's lap. Something he will never admit. The teasing would be relentless. So they just stayed there, in comfortable silence as Kalim hummed a small tune from who knows whichever far away place.
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They had been there for a good hour at this point, Jamil almost fell asleep multiple times. Jamil was on his phone doing who knows what and Kalim was looking along with him. Jamil looked at the time. '10am...' ,it was too late for breakfast, obviously. But he could make up for it by making brunch instead. He tried to get up, the pain made him want to lie back down but he pushed through and sat up. He stood up, ignored the feeling of Niagara Falls in-between his legs, Canada exists here cause I say so and I'm Canadian, and started walking. Ocationally he stopped in his tracks just to clutch his stomach cause cramps. Kalim, once again, trying to think of a way to help, got a bright idea. He stood up himself, got behind Jamil, put one arm under the former's legs, one under his back and began to carry him bridal-style. Jamil thought he was going to die with how hot and red his face felt. Kalim shot him his usual smile.
''Where to? I'll take you there!'', Kalim's eyes shinned brighter then the sun. Jamil didn't feel like fighting his way outta the sunshine's arms and gave in. ''The...the kitchen.'', he didn't wanna stutter, it wasn't like him, but how could he not in this scenerio? Kalim slightly jumped the noirette in his arms as they headed out. They got many knowing stares from the dorm, their relationship wasn't exactly a secret pere say. They never told anyone, agreeing to not say anything until both of them (mostly Jamil) were comfortable and tried to keep the PDA to a minumum, maybe stealing a vite kiss here or there maybe, or holding hands under the table but that was it. For people living in Scarabia, their relationship was obsvious for anyone with eyes, seeing as at night they would go into each other's room and not come out until next morning, and their Vice-Housewarden seemed a lot calmer then usual, which never happened.
And if you didn't know, now you do. Seeing your Vice-Housewarden being carried by your Housewarden with his hands covering his face, as they walked to the kitchen.
After a short walk, they reached the kitchen, nothing much to say in this sentence. Even a comedy genuis like me has limits. Just kidding I'm not funny at all. Kalim put Jamil down on the floor once again. The noirette quickly made his way to the fridge to see what the brunch plan could be. He decided to go for pancakes. Normally, he wouldn't make something so sugery as a bunch meal, but he decided to cut himself some slack. He was in the mood for sugar and sugar he shall get. He got what he needed outta the fridge, moving on to the pantry for the rest. Kalim spoke up,
''Jami, can I help???'', the heir tilted his head towards Jamil and flashed him a smile. Normally, the taller boy would say no. Kalim was good at a lot of things but keeping a kitchen organized was not one of them. Jamil hated messes. But honestly, he's both too tired and in too much pain to put up a fight. Man the cycle really makes you weak. So he gives Kalim the one and only, nod of approuvement, preparing for Kalim's squeal of joy.
The cooking process actually wasn't that bad. Kalim was extra careful this time. Making sure to not make a mess and cause accidentally more trouble for his boyfriend. He wants to make sure Jamil can relax all day!
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After a long day, it was pretty in the evening, around 8pm to be exact. Jamil had just gotten outta the shower, and was at his deck doing some schoolwork. He aloud himself way too much relaxation today and negleted his homework, not a very ''Jamil'' thing to do. He wasn't in the mood for this at all. But if he didn't, he would never heard the end of it from Crewel. He'd rather not deal with his clearly gay teacher who says to all his student they're ''being too gay''. Sir, you are also gay deal with it.
The assignment was simple enough for him, he actually finished rather fast. He slammed his book shut and immidietly went to plop himself on the bed. He hadn't done almost anything all day (Kalim refused to let him do too much, despite his pleas that he was fine), but he was still exausted.
He heard his door open, he already knew who it was, his boyfriend in his night clothes and a pillow. This had become a routine, Kalim would have many nightmares of Jamil's overblot, or just his pass poisonings and assasination attemps. He would often come to Jamil's room crying and the servant would comfort him. It kept happening over and over again, almost everyday. Kalim felt awful about ruining all of Jamil's nights would his pathetic crying. But Jamil felt different. Jamil's heart ached everytime the heir would come to his room, sobbing. He wanted to liberate all of the heir's pain. It was actually one of those restless night where Jamil finally came to terms that he loved the heir.
It became more of a habit to visit each other after they got together, not cause of terrifying nightmares, but because they just wanted to be able to hold eachother for late night cuddle sessions. Kalim quickly joined Jamil on the bed, and began talking, rambling about who knows what. The noirette listen attentively, smiling at the small boy. His rambling made no sense but he still loved to hear his adorable voice. It was almost mesmorizing how adorable the boy could be.
They stayed awake for another hour or so. Eventually, the clock hit nine. Jamil statted they needed to go to bed, seeing as they had school tomorrow. He ignored Kalim's whines and ''Five more minutes!'' and lies down. His eyes were getting droopy already. Kalim eventually gave in as well. Lying down on the bed right next to the other boy. He wrapped his arms around the others waist, meanwhile Jamil did the same. The shorter barried his face into the others chest while the taller rested his head on the others. They feel asleep in peaceful silence, Jamil forgetting about the pain his body was feeling completly.