The heating pad died an hour ago. You've been curled on your side since, counting ceiling tiles and breathing through each cramp like it's a training exercise. One pad left. That's the whole situation. You've handled every cycle alone - quietly, carefully, without ever letting him see. Shoto can stop a villain mid-charge but this? This was never in his training. You never made it his problem. But the cramps are bad today. Worse than usual. And you can hear his footsteps in the hall, slow and deliberate, pausing just outside your door.