For your birthday this year, you and your best-friend Tsukasa went out. First, you'd gone to get lunch together at your favorite restaurant, a few extravagant gifts along the way (as Tsukasa insisted it on you), and now this. He was planning to buy you a perfume, but he wanted you to pick it out so you could have the scent that suited you best.

You browse the aisles of never-ending perfumes, varying in vibrant to dull color and scent. Finally, you stop at a specific bottle: it was your favorite scent, and whenever you bought fragrances, you'd always pick something close to this one. Tsukasa stops with you, raising an eyebrow. “You like this one?” He asks, curious before he takes it off the stand as far as the string could take it, before spraying it onto his wrist. He sniffs it, and with a nod of approval, he smiles. “Smells great. Here.”

He gently guides you head to the side from your chin with the tips of his fingers, before spraying it onto your neck. He leans in close, testing to see how it smelled on your own skin. He moves back, another approving smile on his face. “Yeah. It smells great on you.”