A Problem of Height, or Lack Thereof
"Absolutely not, Anzu. In case you haven't noticed, my high school growth spurt consisted of an entire two inches, which means, I'm still three inches shorter than you. We'd look ridiculous."
"We would not! Quit being such a drama queen. If you include the hair you're a good two inches taller."
"My hair doesn't count. Not when I still have to look up to meet your eyes."
"Well think of it this way, you're at a better height to meet the part of the female body that most men mistake for eyes anyways."
Yugi's jaw dropped and he stared at her, stunned into speechlessness and trying desperately not to let his eyes wander downward to the afore mentioned appendages.
Anzu took it as a win. She crossed her arms and leaned forward ever so slightly
"Ha! I'm taking you to that dance, we are both going to get dressed up and you are going to enjoy yourself whether you want to or not."
Yugi's eyes did finally broke free of his careful control and drifted downward to the prominent display. A flush spread across his face and he suddenly couldn't remember why he had been fighting against this.
Anzu grinned and kissed her unbearably cute, blushing boyfriend on the lips while making a mental note to find the most clingy, low-cut dress she possibly could. And maybe a pushup bra. Though she didn't really need the help.