Prompt 5 - Potpourri

If someone told you that Ochako's favorite thing in the world is Eijiro's scent, she wouldn't deny the crazy accusations. One look at the muscle-head and people associate many stereotypes to him, but sweet-smelling wouldn't normally be one of them. Ochako was a very sensual person-one of the many things Eijiro loves about her and has voiced this...repeatedly. If she had her way, she'd be attached to her boyfriend permanently so as to appease her need for touch. No ever suspected her love of scents, though. She related to her entire world based on scents.

The smell of the school entrance hall early in the morning, the cafeteria on Tuesdays, her balcony after a rainstorm, her classroom...all of these things defined Ochako's existence. One of her favorites was the smell of the flower beds right outside her favorite sweet shop. The mix of hydrangeas and sugar always set her on a high that would last all day. Another favorite was the smell of the dorm common room right after dinner. It usually comprised of the scent of a few students who wanted to claim the area for study sessions and freshly popped popcorn. It was a consistent smell that changed very little day by day (depending on who claimed the space first), but it was a homely one that reminded her that school was also home.

Her favorite, by far though, was the smell of Eijiro's room right after he has cleaned up for her to visit. It was a comforting mix of laundry detergent, Clorox wipes, and a spice that was distinctly Eijiro. To her, it was the perfect potpourri of scents that felt….safe, comfortable.

Home.

"What are you doing, Ochako?" Eijiro walked into his room to see her spread out on the floor with her eyes closed. A serene expression lay on her face that triggered a sweet warmth throughout Eijiro's very being. He loved to see that expression more than any smile on her. Ochako was famous for her smiles and her bubbly personality, but very few people saw the quiet contentment that Eijiro saw practically every day now. This was Uraraka Ochako at her most comfortable.

"Be quiet, you're ruining the smell." Ochako didn't even open her eyes to address him.

"Talking ruins a smell?" He laughed as he lowered himself onto the bed, never removing his eyes from her.

"I can smell your toothpaste. It's mixing in with the smell of the room."

"I'm just talking, Ochako."

"And I just want to enjoy your room, Eijiro." Fed up with his girlfriend ignoring him, Eijiro pulled himself from the bed and straddled her frame. He hovered over her, casting a shadow over her eyes and forcing her to acknowledge him with a lazy smile. "Hey there." Eijiro leaned down capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. Lazy, slow, but all too encompassing.

Ochako loved Eijiro's scent because it reminded her of how much she was loved.