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((Reposted from another book I wrote on January 1st 2017 so I can delete that book))

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Daichi sighed as he looked at the stack of clothes on his bedroom floor, his eyes immediately turning to the wallet on his desk.

Now that he was getting older, his growing rate was supposed to slow down – but for him, that certainly wasn't the case. His jeans started to become too tight, his shirts were too short and even his shoes were definitely on the wrong side of fitting.

Telling his mother about this was not going to be fun.

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Daichi entered the clothing tailor with a sheepish grin, seeing the boy who helped him the previous time when he needed custom sized clothes.

Kuroo slung his tape-measure around his neck and smirked at the boy, before stepping away from behind the register to help him. "Back already, Sawamura? Could've sworn I helped you out two weeks ago."

Daichi scratched the back of his neck whilst inspecting the shop, surprised to see how peaceful it was. "Well, I, uh, didn't expect to grow out of these so soon. Easy day today?"

"Yup, just you and me today. Everyone's out and about, celebrating their holiday."

"Ah..."

Daichi let go of his bag and set it by the register, following Kuroo to the back of the shop, where they always took the measurements before.

"Did you notice any particular spots that got uncomfortable with the old clothes?" The older one then asked, starting to wrap his tape-measure around the boy's upper arms.

The fact that Kuroo was poking at his muscles had Daichi flustered already, but when he mentioned his thighs were the ones that grew the hardest, he couldn't help but want to disappear.

Kuroo snorted at the mention of it and immediately began his measurements, laughing when his customer was in fact correct. "Look at you go, Thigh-ichi."

And from then on, measurements became nervewrecking for the shorter teen. Around his arms would result in Kuroo checking out his muscles, his legs would always end up with his thighs, and the waist always required him to lift his shirt a little – which Kuroo certainly didn't take for granted. There had even been signs of butt touches which had Daichi blush oh so hard every time.

Things like these made being a tailor fun for Kuroo. This way, he got to mess with the people he wanted to be close with and be able to brush it off as an accident.

Kuroo laid down some fabrics for Daichi to look at as he leaned over the front desk, his chin propped in his hand. "So, Sawamura, how are you and the ladies doing?"

Daichi realized that his 'tailor' was excellent at changing the topic of a conversation and make him feel a little uncomfortable, but he supposed that would have to be the price he had to pay. "I'm still single, Kuroo. Just like the last time you asked, two weeks ago."

The taller teen smirked and took the fabrics back to the storage when Daichi had picked a few, returning with a few more things he needed an opinion on.

It's not like Daichi minded spending time with Kuroo, but the way it was filled in was always something different. There was no way to predict what was going through the bedhead's mind, which made it all the more harder to deal with situations like this.

The two of them spoke about the clothing details as Kuroo put all of the things he brought back in its box, turning around to put it back in storage and 'accidentally' – read as: totally on purpose – dropped one of the scarfs that was in it.

Daichi immediately grabbed it and trailed behind Kuroo, who didn't notice his presence until he set the box down.

"Y-You dropped a scarf," The teen noted, "Figured you, uh, wanted it back."

Kuroo smirked and accepted it, wrapping the scarf around Daichi's neck and pulling him close to him. "Thanks. I needed that."

Daichi's face flushed red at the closeness of the male and stammered over his words, not expecting Kuroo – even though he knew the bedhead was capable of such a thing – to make his moves so boldly.

The taller one licked his lips before placing his lips on the ones of the boy in front of him, a smirk lingering on them before he pulled away.

"Seems like your pants just got a little tighter," He teased, "Guess I'll see you back in a week or so. I'll have your clothes done by then."

He wanted to walk away, but Daichi surely wouldn't let him. "I-I... I don't even have your number...!" He managed to blurt out, still a bit surprised by the turn of events.

"Check your back pocket, Sawamura."

The boy did as told and found the boy's card, number and address scribbled all over it. Seems like the butt touches had another use.

"See you soon, Sawamura."

"Y-Yeah, s-see you..."

Daichi grabbed his bag and left the shop, to which Kuroo let out a relieved sigh.

With a smirk on his face, he started mumbling. "Although I doubt you'll need your clothes, then."

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Hope you enjoyed!

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