Sweeter Than Honey [Asahi Azumane]

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Size mattered. You didn't give a damn what anyone else said; size mattered to you and that was that. And to be entorely honest, for boyfriend was huge.

To put things into perspective, Asahi was an extra large, sometimes extra extra large. Meanwhile you were a size large. A child large. Compared to him, you were tiny. Miniscule. A midget.

It sucked.

People would ask if he was your older brother or uncle or even your dad or heaven forbid, your babysitter. And he'd hold you back and explain that you and he were the same age. It vexed you to no end.

You sat in the gymnasium, watching as he spiked Sugawara's toss. You felt your heart throb in exitement. He's so cool! You thought. You tried not to gush to your friend Kiyoko.

The team split apart for a water break. Asahi made a beeline for you, as you held his water bottle. It, like a vast majourity of his belongings, was massive— the biggest size he could find. You usually drank from hsi bottle too, since it was big enough for the both of you to share. Sometimes you also found Asahi drinking from your bottle, even if he could down the whole thing in one gulp, he claimed it tasted better.

"Thanks [Name]," he said as you gave him his water.

You grinned, "You looked so cool! When you hit the ball, it was like BAM!" You enthused, swinging your arms to reinact the scene; though you knew it was nothing like the well-polished movements of your boyfriend.

The ace flushed at your compliment. Even if you were starting to sound like Hinata.

A cool gust of wind flew through the open door, you shivered at its touch, despite already wearing your school sweater.

"Are you cold, [Name]?" He asked.

"A little."

Asahi plucked his black Karasuno jacket off the bench. He wrapped it around you like a blanket, the soft fabric and the gentleness of his touch caused blood to rush into your cheeks.

"Stay warm, alright?" He said. You nodded, you were so tempted to pull him down to your height and kiss him— but then Daichi called the team back to the court, and off Asahi went. Leaving you wrapped in his extra large jacket. You pulled it tighter around you like a caccoon, plotting to steal if for your own later. Maybe having a boyfriend who was (miles) taller than you wasn't such a bad thing, at least his clothes were comfy.