Dedicated to Rasenramen

Standing in front of a clothing display at a local supermarket, a young man shook his head - conflicted.

"Medium... or small?"

Yugi Moto had never been fond of the word. Despite the elder Moto's insistence that he was a "late bloomer", Yugi knew better then to hope he would ever exceed 5'8".

Returning a black sleeveless shirt to the display, Yugi picked up a second shirt and checked the tag - a bright red sticker with the letter "S".

Adding it to a growing pile of clothes in his shopping cart, Yugi felt the circles glaring up at him like many Red Eyes Black Dragons.

Feeling a surge of anger and frustration, he reached in and turned the shirts over to hide the tags.

A shiver of air to his left alerted Yugi to the imminent materialization of his other half.

Careful to avoid looking at him directly - people thought he was weird enough - Yugi sent a mental query.

=Yami?=

The spirit crossed his arms and looked at the pile of clothing in the shopping cart.

-Why does this cloth anger you?-

Yugi blushed as he realized their spiritual bond was wide open. Quickly closing himself off from his partner, Yugi grabbed the bar of the cart and began to walk towards the changing room.

=Why are you are bigger then me?=

Yami raised an eyebrow and looked down his partner.

-I do not know, little one-

Yugi frowned, pushing his cart more aggressively.

=I'm not little!=

The pair turned the corner, Yami following at a leisurely pace, his long legs eating up the ground without difficulty. Yugi took notice - and in doing so, nearly ran over an old woman digging through a bin of clearance socks in the center aisle.

Yami noted that instead of stopping to apologize, Yugi continued to push the cart forward. His partner was acting quite out-of-character.

-Aibou, I did not mean...-

The words trailed off into silence. Yugi sighed and pulled his selection of shirts out of the cart, obtaining a blue plastic card from the changing room clerk. All that was missing was a keening noise and Yami would sound just like a whipped puppy.

=It's okay. I didn't mean to snap at you=

Entering an unoccupied changing room, Yugi did not notice his other half following him until he had stripped off his shirt.

"Y-Yami!"

Yugi sputtered, blushing furiously as the intense red eyes of the taller youth scanned his entire body, including his bare chest.

-You are not small.-

Yami nodded at his own words, and casually handed Yugi a shirt from the pile of "maybe"s.

Yugi turned as he slipped the shirt over his head, eager to be fully clothed again.

-But you are still my little one.-

Popping his head through the top of this shirt, Yugi felt the gentle touch of Yami's lips against his forehead in a chaste kiss.

-Always.-