Title: The Sent of Memory
Prompt: 36. Smell
Tomonori had never liked his cigarettes. He hated the smell. The way it hung on his clothes, got in his hair and skin. He'd said as much once. All he got as a reply was a smirk and an extra long drag.
"You'll get use to it," he would say every time he lit up in front of him after that.
He had never gotten use to it. He wouldn't now.
"Tomonori-san."
The sent lingered around the short stone in front of him now. Ghostly lines of thinning smoke still whirling around it. He gone to buy flowers, but had picked up a pack of his cigarettes instead.
"Tomonori-san."
He could feel the smoke burning his nose, stinging his eyes. He knew it would hang on his clothes, get into his hair and skin. But this time he would go home, take a shower, wash his coat, and the smell he hated so much would wash away. It would become a fading memory.
"Tomonori-sana" A hand came down softly on his shoulder. "The sun has already set. Do you want to stay much longer?"
Tomonori shook his head, starting towards the stone steps leading to the car, Tsukasa soon falling instep beside him.
"Would I have liked Tracer-san?" Tsukasa asked quietly as they reached the car. Quietly enough that Tomonori could pretend he hadn't heard if he wanted.
"Probably," He replied as his fingers slid past the pack of open cigarettes in his pocket to get his keys.
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