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It started off slowly, as many things do. It was a shirt that didn’t fit here or there, pants that seemed just a tad bit shorter than the last time he wore them, or costumes that were more snug since the last competition. All of it could be brushed off with cheap excuses; the shirts must have shrunk, those aren’t the same pants, spandex is finicky in the best of times (and he did have a large meal earlier). Yuri brushed it all off. He refused to go out and buy new clothes that fit correctly. Yuri never thought that the reason they didn’t fit, was that he was finally going through puberty. It had been easy to ignore at first, but when Yuri shot up four inches it became increasingly difficult. Yuri went from looking up to Otabek, to meeting his eye, to suddenly peering over the top of Otabek’s head.
It took time to adjust to his now gangly limbs. He had to stoop down to enter short doors, be more cautious around fragile items, and he constantly had to slow down when walking so others could catch up. Things changed at home too; Yuri leaned down for kisses in the morning, and was the big spoon at night.
Otabek watched Yuri with a fond grin; he was cooking breakfast in an outgrown shirt, pants hanging low but stopping high above his ankle. As Yuri turned around and enveloped Otabek’s small stocky body in his lanky one, Otabek couldn’t have been more pleased about the growth.