Amaguji Stories.

"Dysphoria."

This story will be following some of  MunkiSmol's headcanons. If you wish for me to take this down, don't hesitate to contact me.

My sincerest apologies if anything is inaccurate.
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Korekiyo looked at himself in the mirror. No. Herself; in the mirror. She hated the way her body looked, no matter how long her hair was, no matter how feminine she dresses, she feels as if it's not enough. She was almost disgusted about the way her body was. It didn't even feel like her body, no, it wasn't hers. She wasn't a male. Korekiyo rubbed her arms in discomfort as she started to sob. She wrapped her arms around herself. She jumped at the sudden sound of knocking.

"Kiyo? Are you in there?"

Rantaro's concerned voice asked sweetly. Korekiyo tried to stay silent, but her sobs were unfortunately heard.

"Kiyo, sweetheart, please open the door."

His voice was so soft and full of  worry. She hesitantly opened the door. Rantaro's face immediately softened.

"Hey... What's wrong?"

Korekiyo turned her back and looked at herself in the mirror. Rantaro immediately knew what was wrong. He gently hugged Korekiyo from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I know it's hard for you. I'm sorry that you have to feel uncomfortable. I promise you that we'll figure something out to help you feel more comfortable. No matter what."

Rantaro held Korekiyo's hand, and nuzzled into her neck; giving her gentle kisses on her temple.

"Thank you, Rantaro.. I just don't know why I'm like this."

"It's not something that will go away so quickly, unfortunately. If there's any way I can help you, let me know, okay?"

Korekiyo smiles and nodded.

"Kehehe, I look horrible." She chuckled, realizing how messy she looked.

"Want me to brush your hair?"

"Yes please."

With that, Rantaro held Korekiyo's hand and directed her towards the desk in their bedroom. She sits down as Rantaro grabbed a brush and a plushie she like holding. He hands her the plush and starts brushing her hair. Korekiyo smiles contently. Rantaro hums quietly, the tune is familiar to Korekiyo.

"I worship you, I'd trade my life for yours. They all will disappear, we'll plant our garden here." Rantaro quietly sang as he styled Korekiyo's hair.

"Plant our garden here." Korekiyo joined in.

"Our love is God." The both sang as they started laughing.

"You're not planning on blowing up the school, are you?"

"Heh, nah."

They chuckle and go back to what they were doing.

"You're so beautiful, I love you."

Korekiyo's heart fluttered, as she smiled.

"I love you too, my love."

"I wish I could kiss all of your cute little freckles."

"That'll take forever, dear."

"I'm okay with that." He chuckled.

"Okay, it's done. What do you think?"

Korekiyo looked in the mirror, she smiled brightly, pulling Rantaro into a hug.

"It's gorgeous, thank you!"

Rantaro smiled and hugged back.

"Not as gorgeous as you are. Do you want to cuddle?"

"How could I ever turn such and offer down?"