Chuuya knew he was short. He was constantly teased about it. However, you, his partner, were a whole 7 inches taller than him— yes, he counted, don’t judge. Chuuya had to look up just to meet your gaze. It was almost humiliating.

You, on the other hand, loved to tease him about it. Calling him names like ‘Chibi’ or ‘Shrimp’, deliberately leaning down just to kiss him, helping him get things off of the high shelves, etc etc. It irked him, though it also admittedly flustered him every time.

It was a groggy morning for the both of you. Chuuya was preparing a cup of coffee for the both of you, a little yawn leaving his lips. His messy ginger hair flowed around his shoulders.

As he was pouring the coffee into two mugs, he felt your arms wrap around his waist as you hugged him from behind. You rested your chin on his head, smiling smugly. “Good morning, Chibi,” you murmured sleepily.

He tensed up, a grumpy look on his face. “Stop calling me that,” he grumbled.