Heads or Tails

kingfishers' game

Chapter 7: WIND

Notes: After a lot of drama, I'm in the mood for something lighthearted.


Kagura has started make it a habit to stand upwind of Sougo whenever she can help it.

It's just… There's this thing. It's a Yato thing. It's not like she's doing it on purpose, but she can kind of…smell him. He's not special—she could smell anyone if she wanted to. It's not some kind of animalistic 'every body has a different scent' kind of deal, just a sort of…heightened sense thing. Usually she chooses to ignore it, but over time some scents she sort of gets acclimatized to, enough so that she can recognize them.

Gin-chan, for example. Gin-chan smells like booze and sweet things and sweat. Not, like, body-odor sweat, but just regular old sweat. It's something she wouldn't have noticed if she didn't live with him, but she does. It's gotten to the point where she associates the way he smells with home, so much so that when he staggers back up to their front step after a long night of drinking, she's mostly just being difficult when she tells him not to get near her until he takes a shower because he 'reeks'.

Mostly.

Shinpachi, too. He's cleaning supplies and home cooking—what Kagura imagines the housewife moms on TV smell like. It's a nice smell, much better than the charred egg fragrance Kagura associates with his sister.

Sougo—when Kagura can't manage to position herself in a location where she's upwind of him—smells like…nothing special, really. Soap. Gunpowder smoke. Bubblegum. It's not like it's bad, it's just—

She can't seem to stop noticing it.

The problem is that lately they've been spending time together. A lot of time together. It has to be a coincidence, because she's definitely not seeking him out. If anything, she's going out of her way to avoid him, but he keeps showing up when she's out shopping or walking Sadaharu or on a job with Gin-chan and Shinpachi. She always knows he's coming a few seconds before he shows up, because of that smell.

Wait, no. That's not the problem. The problem—the real problem—is that she's sort of started thinking (privately, of course, only when there's no one else around to see the blush on her face) that he smells good.


Notes: Next time, Chapter 8: RED (as suggested by coni2016. Thanks for the prompt!)