Doing these together don't hate me

Rantaro Amami:

Believe it or not, he got lost easily.

He was a bit selfish and rude.

Not very reliable, either.

Maki Harukawa:

She was very emotional and talked openly about her feelings.

Even to the point of oversharing.

Posted this and also happy father's day✭✭✭✭✭

Synopsis: Pregame!Ultimate!Korekiyo is weird according to everyone else, but you don’t care about his reputation. - Fluff , cc x reader

CW: Bullying, name-calling, swearing, mentions of self-harm, reader is stubborn, GN!reader, takes place in Hopes Peak, reader’s ultimate is unknown, reader is referred to as just Reader, reader is a lil silly, reader is a manipulator (/j) and Korekiyo falls for it every time, Korekiyo is lwk a hater, Korekiyo talks like an old man when he’s surprised

Korekiyo knew he was weird.

It’s what he had been told his whole life. He had even heard his precious sister describe him with that word once before she passed.

The other Ultimates whispered as he walked down the hall. A few smiled politely, like Shuichi and Kaede, but he knew it was fake.

Everyone in this school was fake. Nobody here was actually special. Nobody—

“Korekiyo!”

You practically tackled him from behind, arms wrapped around him in a matter of seconds.

He stumbled forward, eyes widening,

“Remove your arms from me at once, Reader!” Korekiyo stammered.

People gasped around you, but you just giggled and pressed closer to him,

“Why? I missed you during class!” His cheeks turned red behind his mask.

He tried to turn around, but your grip on him was scarily strong,

“I do not care! Get. Off!” He squirmed in your grasp, but deep down he knew it was a lost cause.

Surprisingly, your arms slid away from his body, and you sighed. He turned around to see you pouting.

“I just wanted a hug…” You mumbled, suddenly looking like you were about to cry,

“Wait- don’t-” He should’ve known it was a trap. You never get upset when he tells you to leave him alone. Most of the time you don’t even listen.

But when he saw your face, looking disappointed, he couldn’t help it.

Slowly, he extended his arms, looking away from you,

“Just one hug.” He spoke slowly.

As if nothing had happened, you crashed into him again, your arms back around his body.

He grumbled, but wrapped his arms around you anyways. You leaned up and kissed his cheek,

“I’m not letting you go until the next class.”

“E-excuse me?”

You giggled. He groaned in defeat.

This would happen again the next day, and the next, and the next. He was stuck in a loop of your affection. One day it would lead somewhere, but for now, he could get used to your hugs.

ur not wrong he looks so good with short hair

#NeverWrongJustEarly