❥ note: i got a new rollerball perfume with this name and it smells. so good. also, so sorry this is late! school has been absolutely insane and i’ve barely had any time to write :,)
“what’s that smell?” he asks, staring at you intently. it’s hard to tell if he’s displeased—his brows are furrowed, maybe with confusion.
suddenly self conscious, you ask, “is it bad?”
he pauses, inhaling through his nose. “not at all. i just…” he trails off for a moment, distracted, staring off into space as he thinks. “something smells really, really good.”
he then turns his attention back to you. he takes a step toward you, inhaling again.
“it’s you,” he says, now standing so close that you have to look up to see his face.
so, so gently, he places a hand on the back of your neck, carefully turning your head. he brushes your hair back, exposing your skin. you feel your heart beating in your throat, your face warming at the intimacy of it all.
he leans in and you can feel his breath on your neck. he takes a deep breath, like he can’t get enough. “you smell really really good.”
“thank you,” you say, hoping he can’t tell how hot your face is getting. “it’s perfume.”
“mm,” he says, breathing in again. “what’s it called?”
he then pulls away, but his hand remains. it’s so, so warm, emanating heat through the rest of your body. his eyes meet yours, making your already stuttering heart skip a beat.
“it’s called,” you start, and look away. you don’t want to say.
“go on,” he says, turning your head to face him again.
“it’s called good girl,” you finally admit, face on fire.
a slow grin spreads across his face. “perfect for you,” he whispers, “can’t wait to smell it on my hoodies.”
❥ with: asahi, iwaizumi, akaashi, oikawa, sakusa, ushijima, tanaka