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Liquid wash
Uruha/Aoi
It's annoying and it makes my nose scrunch up as the scent invades my nostrils and I want to turn my head away but I can't.
His fingers smelt of cigarette smoke. No matter how wet it has been, how washed it was from shower and rubbed with foamy soap or by the rain that fell on them as he covered his head while rushing due to the lack of an umbrella, ducking at my side under a convenience store shed.
It's annoying and it makes my nose scrunch up as the scent invades my nostrils and I want to turn my head away but I can't.
He brushed his rain-soaked fringe aside and there went that scent again like something that will never leave, like it was a part of him.
"Where are the others?" His words muffled by the cigarette stick hanging between his lips as he expertly lit it.
My hand moved on its own accord and plucked the freshly lit cigarette from his lips and consequently covered by mine.
"You taste like them too."
"What?"
His eyes were gleaming, I can tell even if he was wearing those ridiculously huge glasses. I can tell that the glitter in his eyes was followed by amusement accompanied by a smirk and a shake of his head.
"Come home tonight," I said as I closely watch him bringing the cigarette back to his lips and stared ahead.
He answered with a nod.
I miss his scent. I hate it and I love it just like how much I hate him and love him.
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This was written originally with Reita/Aoi in my mind but eventually I thought that it somehow fits Uruha and Aoi. Hope you like it :)
Uruha/Aoi
It's annoying and it makes my nose scrunch up as the scent invades my nostrils and I want to turn my head away but I can't.
His fingers smelt of cigarette smoke. No matter how wet it has been, how washed it was from shower and rubbed with foamy soap or by the rain that fell on them as he covered his head while rushing due to the lack of an umbrella, ducking at my side under a convenience store shed.
It's annoying and it makes my nose scrunch up as the scent invades my nostrils and I want to turn my head away but I can't.
He brushed his rain-soaked fringe aside and there went that scent again like something that will never leave, like it was a part of him.
"Where are the others?" His words muffled by the cigarette stick hanging between his lips as he expertly lit it.
My hand moved on its own accord and plucked the freshly lit cigarette from his lips and consequently covered by mine.
"You taste like them too."
"What?"
His eyes were gleaming, I can tell even if he was wearing those ridiculously huge glasses. I can tell that the glitter in his eyes was followed by amusement accompanied by a smirk and a shake of his head.
"Come home tonight," I said as I closely watch him bringing the cigarette back to his lips and stared ahead.
He answered with a nod.
I miss his scent. I hate it and I love it just like how much I hate him and love him.
--
This was written originally with Reita/Aoi in my mind but eventually I thought that it somehow fits Uruha and Aoi. Hope you like it :)