Notes: Thank you to Maeg-san, kichi, and layla-xd. I'm very glad to hear from you, and hopefully I can continue doing a good job for you guys~
Yay for fluff! I really liked the way this turned out...it made me feel a bit happy amidst all the angst I was writing.
By the way, I wrote this drabble in large part because I was getting annoyed at seeing every single Aya/Yohji fic EVER describe the way Aya inhales Yohji's manly scent of musk and cigarettes and alcohol, or Yohji burying his nose in Aya's hair and smelling the cinnamon and vanilla and shampoo and Aya-essence. I swear I don't hate smell descriptions, I just thought it was high time someone wrote something more like this. Somehow I just can't write them mushy, I guess, and I really don't imagine Aya smells like any sort of baking ingredient.
Essence
"Why do you wear that stuff, Yohji?" Aya spoke up quietly, his nose buried in Yohji's hair.
"Clothes? Be…cause…I don't think they'd let me in to public facilities naked?" Yohji quipped, grinning. Aya snorted.
"No, I meant, why do you wear the aftershave, or cologne, or whatever it is?"
"Well, I guess…it's supposed to make me smell good."
"To who?"
"Well…other people…you…"
There was a short silence before Aya suddenly blurted, "Don't wear it anymore."
"You don't like it?"
"It's fine."
"Then…what's wrong with it?"
Aya's reply was slow and tentative. "It's just…I think you smell better than it does."