Yosuke woke up to Yukiko towering over him. He let out a surprised squeak, jumping back. He shot up and quickly realized that he was much smaller compared to his friend. She was sitting crosslegged and was still taller than any building in Inaba.
"W-what the hell happened?!?" he stammered, backing away from the giantess.
“I don’t know,” she answered plainly. “I’m still trying to figure that out.”
Yosuke scanned the room, quickly piecing together that they were inside Yukiko’s bedroom. Aside from the little touches of personality, Yosuke could have sworn that this was just like any other room in the Amagi Inn.
“You just started shrinking,” Yukiko explained. “I didn’t know what to do, so I just carried you to my room.”
Nodding, the tiny boy tried to figure out what caused it. It didn’t take long to figure that it was Mystery Food X’s fault. “What did you put in that?”
Yukiko retraced her steps. “I dunno…”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? You cooked it!” Yosuke snapped. Yukiko looked down, avoiding eye contact. “Sorry…” he apologized.
Yukiko leaned forward and carefully plucked up the tiny boy. Yosuke tried to bat away her approaching fingers, but it was useless as Yukiko easily enforced her will on him, scooping him up and lifting him to her face.
“Y-you’re kinda cute like this, Yosuke-kun,” Yukiko said, a gentle smile on her face.
The tiny boy’s face flared up. “You don’t say…?”
Maybe there’s some upsides to this? Yosuke thought.
Yosuke couldn’t help but notice just how tiny he was. He couldn’t have been taller than an inch. Her entire face took up most of his view. Her palm was a platform large enough to safely stand on without worrying about falling.
“Should we check the kitchen again?” Yosuke asked. “Maybe we could figure out what’s in it.”
Yukiko nodded. “Let’s go.”
The giant girl slowly lifted Yosuke over to her shoulder. Yosuke grabbed a lock of hair before carefully climbing up on his friend’s shoulder. He kept holding on as Yukiko took a step. Everything was fine.
“Are you okay, Yosuke-kun?” she asked.
Yosuke nodded. “I’m good.”
Heading down the halls, Yukiko made her way to the kitchen. Yosuke held on, not wanting be thrown off by the rhythmic bobbing. It also didn’t help that he realized Yukiko’s kimono had opened up slightly, showing off her cleavage.
Don’t get distracted, don’t get distracted, don’t…
The two arrived at the kitchen, and Yukiko began her search for the pot of food responsible for their current predicament.
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