Amaguji Stories.

"Beauty."

"Hey, Kiyo?"

"Yes?"

"I've been wondering. Why do you cover yourself?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I've never seen you without your mask, or your bandages, or even your uniform. I'm just curious as to why."

Korekiyo at at the ground, his eyes showed a visible lugubrious expression.

"You don't have to tell me. It's cool."

Korekiyo looked withdrawn for a moment, but then looked at his partner. He hesitated for a moment, thinking about his decision once more. Swallowing his doubt and the knot in his throat he spoke.

"I suppose we have been together long enough. However, if I show you, can you promise not to be disgusted?"

"Yeah, I promise. Why would I be disgusted though?"

Korekiyo's breath hitched.

"You'll soon see. Are you ready?"

Rantaro smiled and nodded. Gazing at Korekiyo with his usual comforting and loving eyes. This only made Korekiyo regret his decision more. The realization that Rantaro's loving gaze was going to contort into a glare of disgust strick him.

"Turn around, please."

Rantaro plopped himself on the bed, laying on his stomach. Once Rantaro's head was in the pillows, Korekiyo stood up and started taking off the clothing that shielded him. Taking off his mask, he breathed in the fresh air for the first time in a while. Then taking off his upper uniform, leaving the white undershirt. He rolled the sleeves up and slowly unwrapping his bandages. He cringed at the sight of his arms.

"Alright, you may look now.."

Korekiyo said, clear discomfort in his voice. Rantaro sat back on the edge of the bed.

"Kiyo?"

"Ah! My apologies. I just- Nevermind."

"Kiyo, it's okay. No matter what, I'll never hate you."

Korekiyo turned around, leaving Rantaro's eyes wide in shock.

"I'm hideous, Rantaro... I'm disgusting..."

Korekiyo's face, neck, and arms were covered in burn marks and scars. His hands started shaking, he started getting extremely anxious at Rantaro's silence.

"My apologies. I shall go-"

"No!"

Korekiyo looked back at Rantaro, surprised at the lack on disgust displayed on his face.

"Kiyo, you don't have to be worried."

"But... Aren't you disgusted?"

"Why would I be disgusted?"

"Because I look like this. I'm not beautiful."

Rantaro's shocked expression softened into a warm one. He got up and pulled Korekiyo into a hug. Korekiyo's eyes widened as Rantaro whispered something he never heard anyone say before.

"You're still beautiful to me. Burns and scars or not."

Korekiyo wrapped his arms around Rantaro, letting out a few tears.

"Thank you for not looking away."

Rantaro pulled away and smiled. They both sit down on the bed again. Rantaro looking at the burns on his lovers arms. His expression saddened.

"How did this even happen?"

He said in a whispery tone. Then he noticed the discomfort in Korekiyo's face.

"Ah, sorry. You don't have to answer that."

"It's quite alright, my beloved. I shall tell you."

Korekiyo took a deep breath in and started to explain.

"There was an accident that occurred when I was around five. The house caught on fire somehow. I remember I couldn't move when it engulfed my room, especially since my lungs were filling with smoke and the burning of my skin. My sister managed to pull me out of the house. Unfortunately, we were the only ones who made it out alive."

He looked down at the floor, fiddling with his hands.

"I was told when I woke up in the hospital that they succumbed to the flames and were crushed by the ceiling. Although she was severely sick, Sister had to take care of me from then on."

He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"I don't know how she managed to look me, and yet she still did, even though she knew how disgusting I looked."

"What do you mean by that?"

"She would always tell me how disgusting my scars were, she'd tell that people are going to be disgusted as well, she even made me this uniform to conceal my imperfections. Oh, how true those things were, she really does know best. How beautiful."

Rantaro's eyebrows furrowed.

"Kiyo, you don't actually believe her, right?"

"Of course I believe her. She's speaking the truth after all. Sister knows best. She knows what's best for me. She always has. No one else cares for me quite like she does. She even said it herself."

Rantaro got up and kneeled in front of him on the bed.

"Korekiyo, listen to me. She's not a good person. She's not right."

Korekiyo stared down at Rantaro with an vacant look in his eyes.

"She knows best. She's always been right. Everything she said was the truth, I shouldn't defy her."

Rantaro gripped his shoulders.

"Kiyo, snap out of it! We both know what she really is!"

Rantaro's stern voice seemed to snap Korekiyo out of his trance. The vacant look was replaced with one of distress.

"I'm- I'm sorry.."

Rantaro let's go of Korekiyo's shoulders and pulls him into a hug.

"It's okay. I know that it's hard for you to get over this. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's not your fault. " Rantaro reassured him.

They sit back down on the bed, Korekiyo head buried in the crook of his beloveds neck. One of Rantaro's arms around him and the other gently grasping the others hand.

"I love you, Korekiyo." Rantaro stated softly as he played with Korekiyo's hair.

"I love you too, my dearest."

Rantaro smiled, placing a kiss on the others head.

"You're beautiful."

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More concepts because I can't write or have any motivation to do so.