I really have nothing to say. Like I never knew I had the persistence to create a a hundred chapter book on my favorite ship, damn.

Well, the phrase, 'if you want something done, you have to do it yourself, ' checks out.

I would like to thank everyone who voted and commented on this, like I couldn't even respond to most of them because I would just break down from immense glee and appreciation.

I would like to say screw you Wattpad for glitching out and deleting parts I saved.

And I would like to thank MunkiSmol for being Korekiyo loving nerds like me, Munki being an idol for me before I even started this, and Snail for their amazing comments and generous votes.

And for a one shot, I wanted to try something new:

Their skin didn't sit well with him.

They'd sometimes wish that he could just adjust it a little every once in a while, then, it was entirely too late. The inevitable feeling of displacement has already settled in from something they'd thought to brush off to being separated from their own self. They did not know how to put it, but the feeling of not being 'you', not being quite sure what 'you' are is clouding their mind.

Korekiyo isn't fit for this pale body.

It all started when he was nineteen, when the word 'he' irked his soul beyond belief. They had felt this before long, long ago, but being only a distant memory didn't matter to them. They had asked their teachers to refer to them accordingly to see if it curbed this problem, but it only made them more self aware of the problem.

The bullying they got for it didn't help either. They didn't even want to recall the things the boys and girls certain that they are themselves said because of the 'event'.

They were outside, reading and picking at their food when they wanted to get some water from the water cooler in the Counselor's office. When they came back, their stuff was gone and a note saying 'The Bathroom' was on their seat. 

They absentmindedly walked there, hyper aware of the glares and whispers they left behind. They gripped the door handle and then a greeting, mocking and taunting slipped through their dark surroundings.

"Hello, Korekiyo-kun."

He backed away from the voice until another one came.

"Wow, he sure is scared. It is pretty dark in here."

Then another. This time, it was a girl's voice.

"I think that's it. What do you say, Korekiyo-kun?"

They felt their way around the bathroom and found a corner they could slump down in. Their heart was racing, mind jumping from thought to thought all saying the same rendition of 'that's not me'.

"That's not me. That's not me. That's not me." They're repetition of thoughts became audible, from whispers to his normal volume of voice, and soon yelling, then screaming, and nonsensical gibberish.

They didn't know what to do with themselves at the moment instead of staying in his trance of words, hoping something would make the people around them stop, not even noticing that they have already stopped.

One of them kicked forward his bag, book, and plate of food and started to retreat slowly.

"Get the fuck out, get out!" One of the boys loudly whispered as they slowly retreat.

A teacher and a student were already at the door, nothing in their eyes but disgust.

"Pretty boy wants to be a fuckin' good little student, huh?" All three of them backed away from the doorway in fright.

"Well, I can't ignore the fact that someone is chanting the same thing over and over again when I want to use the bathroom."

The teacher bounced off of his statement, "And people making fun of them for it. All of you in my office, now. Amami, can you console Shinguji while I'm gone."

"Sure thing."

It was like they were walking on clouds when someone snapped them out of it, either lightheaded or calming down from his raze. He stood them up, took their stuff, and lead them to their table.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, they're gone. It's fine." He put their plate in front of them and rubbed circles into his back.

They steadied their breathing and blinked away their tears. It took them a few minutes to get rid of their bawl-induced headache before they could get their words out.

They exhaled deeply, "Thank you, Amami."

"Hey, everyone can call me by my first name, even you Korekiyo. Well, if you don't mind me doing the same." His voice was reassuring, calming.

"Of course you can."

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The grand question came up a few years later. Larger matters were upon them both in Hope's Peak college building, and dodging his recurring problems would only make them worse.

Rantaro's tone was nervous, "Are you okay with your gender, Kiyo?"

"Ah, I thought you knew that." They said dismissively, obviously.

"No, I mean with being gender less. I still see you fidget in your seat when the teacher calls you 'they'."

Did they really do that? They thought that was enough to keep him calm, sane with themselves. What more can they do to be comfortable with their own body?

"You want me to call you 'she'?"

She...

She.

They couldn't lie to themselves and say that they didn't envy their female classmates. The fact that they could look and act feminine from the time of birth must be a blessing to have. Korekiyo had tried to wear a dress to school on a few occasions, but with their unmistakable long hair and piercing eyes, they were quickly shot down.

They couldn't thank Rantaro enough for protecting them from the mean stares they got when they went together to prom. The feeling of slightly being able to blend in with the girls at their school made them feel free, able to express themselves any way they could without limitation.

She.

Them.

She is Korekiyo.

They are Korekiyo.

Her name is Korekiyo...

Yeah, that feel right.

"Yes please."

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Her first surgery is today.

She tried to calm herself down anyway she could before getting through those hospital door. Rantaro's famous hand squeezes - which calmed Korekiyo down the most - weren't helping this time.

"You've got this, Kiyo."

She nodded at his statement a few seconds later, shoulders propped upwards in confidence.

"Korekiyo Shinguji."

She squeezed Rantaro briefly and collected her thoughts. She knew that there was no going back, but she was so certain that she would do this, so why was she scared? Irrational fears possibly? But there was no time to think about the future when it was currently in motion, slowly moving to her assigned room.

Korekiyo was here now, a date to get her name changed already selected.

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Sorry if I misunderstood the topic, I don't want offend anyone and I don't mean to either.

Also as for a book 2... I'll make one eventually. Maybe I'll start posting more stuff on AO3 to build that Amaguji tag. I really don't know.

Anyways, I guess this is goodbye for now :).