Disclaimer: Boukenger is not mine
Notes: Spoilers for up to Task 21. If you know who Eiji is and what he becomes, you can read this.
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There were a lot of things Masumi hated about Souta. His smugness, his insistence on calling him a thief, the way he couldn't stop his face from heating up whenever the former spy smiled at him. But what topped everything else was the perfume he wore every. single. God damned. day.
It had gotten to where Masumi could smell him coming from a meter away. He was starting to wonder if he bathed in the stuff (and that was a mental image he would never be truly rid of). He had tried complaining, quite vocally, but all it'd gotten him was a "No, try it, you'll like it!" and half the bottle sprayed in his face.
So he was going to have to do something a little more extreme.
It'd taken some serious cajoling, but he convinced Eiji to give him another eggplant. A few minutes with a blender and food dye later, he was ready to exact his revenge.
"Let's see how you like smelling like a vegetable garden," he smirked as he poured the liquified eggplant into the empty perfume bottle.
Things were going to smell a lot sweeter from now on.