A/N: Gosh, how long has it been since I've updated this story?


On the second floor, exactly in the middle of the dorm, there stands a single closet. It's not labeled or interesting in any way. But it holds a secret.

Since Fairy Tail was never meant to become an orphan refuge, Master was at a loss when all these tiny girls began invading his life. They were cute, of course, but cute little girls grew up to be beautiful women, and that meant puberty. The boys he knew how to handle, but the preadolescent girls with their anger, mood swings, and never ending tears? Way above his paygrade. For a few years, Hilda handled them easily. After her death, though, the girls lost their role model and what had been the only maternal figure many of them had known.

And it put Master Makarov in the awkward position of having to explain puberty to over half a dozen little girls. He should've had Porlyusica give them the Talk. He was too old for this.

Thankfully, he made it through that horribly unpleasant conversation and the girls were sufficiently informed about the changes their bodies were soon to undergo. Erza had all but fainted from horror and embarrassment, Bisca had looked a little green around the gills, Mira looked sick and Lisanna had covered her ears and blushed, Cana had all but ignored him, and Levy was a ball of questions. That might've been worse than anything else. He wasn't sure Bisca or Erza ever quite recovered from the mortification.

To make the time a bit easier on all of them, Master emptied one of the hall closets in Fairy Hills. He explained that the closet would hold anything they would need during their time of the month. Hot pads, chocolate, sweet smelling soaps, movie lacrimas, fuzzy socks, and whatever else they wished to keep on hand outside of pads and tampons. The girls loved the idea.

As the years went by and more and more girls joined the guild, the period closet was a tradition that never faded. Every month, each girl would check their personal stash of candy and replenish it as needed. Since they all lived near each other, their bodies had synchronized. The Week of Period Hell was one the boys dreaded because there was no telling who would go off at any given moment.

In one glorious, unforgettable moment, Laxus had succeeded in making all twelve burst into tears. Gray had captured the moment on lacrima, simply because no one would've believed such a feat was possible otherwise.

Even when years had passed and Master had passed on, the period closet was kept as a tradition of Fairy Hills.