Micropenis (2.5 inches)

Two and a half inches.

Not a day went by when Shirou wished he had a bigger dick. He measured and measured, but no matter what happened, his largest, most pulsing erection would amount to less than three inches. There was a bit of thickness but only because of how meagre his length was. In actuality, it was below average.

He knew guys his age weren't supposed to be this small. Glimpses in the locker room and conversation about size told him as much. Even Shinji eclipsed in terms of manhood. It was one of the reasons why they were best friends in middle school. He saw Shirou's tiny worm, laughed for five minutes straight, and then let him know he wouldn't tell anyone. To his credit, he hadn't. Shinji kept his promise and didn't tell a soul that Shirou had a micropenis.

"That's what best friends are for, eh, Emiya?"

Shirou sighed. He would rather not think about the cocky blue-haired idiot right now. The amount of laughter and humiliation he had to suffer from him was...staggering. There wasn't a single conversation where Shinji wouldn't mention, discreetly or otherwise, about his mini-sized package. He cackled and cackled and when Shirou asked him to stop he said, "Aww, c'mon Emiya! I'm just playing! Don't take it to heart!"

He pushed down the bubbling annoyance. The birds were chirping and there was plenty of sunlight raining down his room. The day was just starting and there was a lot he could do. He doubted anyone was awake too.