Scent
Hinata smells like jasmine.
Kiba smells like fir trees.
Together they smell exciting, full of possibility like thickets where rabbits hide.
Lately Kiba's scent is indescribable.
Kiba's scent reaches so far back in Akamaru's brain that there isn't even a noun for it because what he smells like is pure action.
His scent is aching muscles that want to flush rabbits, startle deer, crash through coveys and splash through streams.
Hinata's scent counterbalances that.
She smells like the doe at the edge of the forest, alert, a frozen statue every muscle taut, ready to flee.
Akamaru smells all these things.