Kunimitsu Tezuka; 15 years old.

For the first time in his life; glad to have considerably tall body height.

"Your tie is crooked, Tezuka. It's unusual." Fuji whispered while tying back his buchou's tie "It was a fun dinner, don't you think?"

Tezuka held his breathe, but gave up after 1 minute. They were waiting the train to come; the club went to a yakiniku shop today and everybody smelled like yakiniku. It was a splendid party like usual; the Seigaku tennis club members gone wild. Even Tezuka have opened his necktie. Other club members have gone home by their own means; Tezuka and Fuji were the one who left to pay the bill (that's where the club cash always gone) and head back home together.

He exhaled and could smell the distinct pleasant smell from Fuji's hair. It smelled like lavender field despite the meat party beforehand. And Tezuka could take a peek on his fellow tennis club member's neck; the white and smooth skin peeked from Fuji's collar.

Tezuka felt pure bliss. If only he could hug Fuji now…

The train came and people rushed to enter/out the train.


As expected for the usual rush hour train; people with height more than 180 can smile and enjoy better oxygen supply; people less than 170 has difficulty breathing, and people less than 150 has no chance breathe normal. They need to breathe other passenger's smelly pants.

Fuji was pushed aside, and Tezuka helped him stand upright. Fuji smiled thankfully, while Tezuka in the end pushed him to the corner beside the door and protected Fuji from pressure from other passengers. Fuji blushed; he felt like a woman now. Tezuka looked stoically cool with his glasses and eyes on him. Tezuka's tennis bag helped him to gain a bit of free space for them.

Fuji looked down. Tezuka could hear his heart beating louder. Fuji's naked neck is exposed in front of him. Nice view.

"Tezuka, I envy you."

"hmm?" Tezuka half answered, mind still works on the fascinating scenery in front of him.

"You are… tall. I hate my body height. I always mistaken as a girl—I have my mom's appearance. I hope I can grow as tall as you…"

No. if you are taller than me, then I will be your wife. No way.

"It's all right, Fuji."

"…Are you sure?"

"Yes, you can still grow."

"Really? Tezuka…?" Fuji looked up with mildly flushed cheek, indicating he was happy about Tezuka's suggestion. Tezuka in Fuji's eyes are always the same serious and mature buchou; he wouldn't lie to Fuji even if he just wanted to cheer him up.

Despite of the hot and smelly air around them; Tezuka felt in heaven. He nodded. Fuji smiled broader and shrugged.

"And your height is perfect for me."

"I beg your pardon?" Fuji asked.

"Ah, I am sorry." Tezuka; now flushed; pulled himself back and pretended to straightened his glasses. "The next station we are going down. We must get going."

"Wait. Perfect size for you? What's that mean…Tezuka?"

"No, I was just talking to myself."

Fuji smiled. "I understand, Tezuka. So you want me to always stay the same height? So that you wouldn't need to tiptoe to take a peek at my chest? Hmm?"

"Fuji!!!"

"I am just joking, buchou." Fuji laughed softy and put his head on Tezuka's chest. "I feel this is the best height for us; I love the way I can easily put my head on your chest like this. You feel like a giraffe for me."

"Fuji…"

"I wish this train will never stop." Fuji smiled. "I love you, Tezuka."


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