Random thoughts about each other, one from each POV. I think we can all agree what Shunsui smells like, but I had to invent for Nanao, and I chose sumi ink because it seemed fitting, and I love the smell of it myself. And yes, I know that you're not supposed to breathe that stuff.
She smells like sumi ink and jasmine tea.
I don't know whether the office smells like her presence, or whether it is her that has adopted the scent of her environment. The two are irremovably tied together in my mind; no matter how many others have sat at that desk before her, there have been none so constant and none so intoxicating.
Either way, I find the office to be the pleasantest place in all Seireitei. I couldn't have imagined myself saying so a hundred years ago - even now, Juu would probably laugh his face off if I were to say so.
Curse my luck, I can hardly drink jasmine tea anymore without the scent of freshly-finished paperwork nearby. It's going to drive me to work. And if she catches me doing that which I was previously careful to avoid, she will know that she has captured me forever.
He smells like sake and sakura petals.
His scent wafts through the hallways when he is near, like the blossoms themselves waft through the windows that he leaves open expressly for that purpose.
As obnoxious as they can be to clean up, I find I welcome the sight of them on the wood floors, because I know that if they come into the office, then so will he.
Of course, it is not just the trees shedding their ornamentation. He somehow smells like sakura all year round, and always also like sake. The scents have become so tied together in my mind that to think of spring is to think of sake. Walking through our courtyard in season is enough to drive me to drink. And if he catches me drinking, I will betray myself and admit that he has captured me forever.
