"I want you all to line up according to height."
You inwardly sigh, at Y/A you shouldn't be having to do that. Your class begins comparing height and you move yourself to the tall end of the line. You're pretty tall and are proud of it. G/N stands next to you, towering over you. You lean closer to him, stretching on your toes.
"Sweet cheeks, you know I'm taller."
"Yeah, but I'm taller on my tippy toes."
He turns around, pressing him self up against you.
"I can see that. I can also see that you're blushing. Why?"
"No reason." You shrink back down, ignoring your teacher as he comes around and checks the line.
You feel a warm breath next to your ear.
"Maybe we can compare heights over dinner at my place?"
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