Word Count: 158
C is for Collide
For a moment, his senses heightened.
She smelled of lilacs, with hints of chalk dust, earth, and coffee. One sweet odor contrasted against so many other more pungent ones made an interesting aroma—perhaps even intoxicating.
Her voice was sharp but feminine. And for someone who packed such fearsome strength behind her fan, her body was surprising soft. And warm. The contact with it made him wonder how he didn't notice he was cold before.
Sunlight coming in from the windows washed over her hair and skin, giving her a tender glow. Her eyes—one of her strongest charms against him that he would never admit to—radiated a hue of brown he couldn't recall ever seeing before, and suddenly he was tempted to study them longer.
And then the moment passed.
"Ow! Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry Chidori."
"Well pay more attention next time!" Kaname scowled before marching on.
Sousuke was left wondering if that was possible.
-owari