[ If he eats more, he'll grow taller. If he grows taller, he won't look twelve! The line of logic seemed more obvious in his head. Not that he's admitting he's short or anything! Fushimi sees that opening and rips into it; Yata desperately attempts to seal it shut. ]

Fuck off! I don't wanna hear that from you! It's true that I didn't start drinking milk until recently... But all those times you ate the meat from my bento took ten centimeters off my height, you bastard! [ He aggressively leans forward, gritting his teeth. HEIGHT THIEF. ]