The Scent of Her
A/N: Sorry for the creepy name. O.o But it...kinda fits? Actually, it really fits. Cause what I do now instead of watching new anime I site and rewatch 1st season of Sailor Moon over and over and I HIT THE CHANELA episode again. Hence this story. Anyyyyway, enjoy!
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If there's one thing I don't understand it's why girls think it is absolutely necessary to douse themselves in perfume before leaving the house. Seriously. Classes are almost unbearable due to the strong scents all mixing together in some toxic airborne nonsense. It is not until I can leave the campus that can finally breathe fully and that's still a bit of a stretch. Despite the aroma of the street and whatever stores I pass I cannot get the stench of perfume out of my nose.
There is an exception.
She doesn't wear perfume from what I can tell. After all she's 14.
But whenever I'm around her I'm surrounded by this scent of... chocolate and 's unique and not in any sort of way overbearing. I can't help but think its her natural after she's gone I can smell it. Which sounds weird, but it's true.
We may not be be the best of friends, but I like to think our bickering is something. The start of something, maybe?
So of course my first reaction seeing her outside of the Perfume Pet Shop my immediate reaction is to try and scare her off.
After all. I don't want her to lose the scent of chocolate and vanilla. Not now, not ever. I just want to drown in the scent of her.
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A/N: This is the official don't let me write Creepy Mamoru ever again fic. K, thanks. Haha.
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