Himiko Toga was always unpredictable. You never really knew what strange little habit she’d pick up next, what odd curiosity would catch her attention and spiral into a fixation.

It started small.

She’d hover in your space more than usual, lean just a bit too close when you passed by, or smile wider when you walked into a room.

She had always liked your presence — that wasn’t new. But lately, she was acting like something about you was irresistible in a way she couldn’t put into words.

One evening, when you were out, she crept into your room with her usual tiptoeing bounce, humming under her breath.

Her golden eyes darted around with a mischievous glint, like a child playing hide-and-seek with treasures no one else could see.

And then, she found them.

Your laundry basket sat tucked away in the corner. Toga crouched in front of it, tilting her head as if she’d uncovered some long-lost artifact.

Slowly, reverently, she plucked a pair of your underwear from the pile.

Her smile bloomed immediately — soft, dreamy, almost tender. She pressed them to her face, nose buried deep against the fabric, and inhaled.

The smell of you.

Her whole body relaxed as if she had just curled into the warmest blanket in the world. She sighed — long and content, shoulders dropping, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

Her nose nuzzled deeper against the fabric, and she let out a little laugh, light and breathless.

Then, with a delighted giggle, she tugged the underwear up and plopped them over her head, letting the fabric rest like a silly crown.

She adjusted them until the crotch was snug against her nose, and she sniffed like a dog tracking a scent.

“Ahhh~ it’s you,” she whispered, giddy.

Her giggles bubbled louder as she spun in a little circle, underwear still over her head. She danced around the room, kicking her feet and humming a happy tune, all while keeping her nose pressed to that spot, drinking in your scent.

To her, it wasn’t strange or embarrassing. To her, it was comfort. It was closeness. It was you.

When she finally flopped onto your bed, underwear still perched over her head, she rolled side to side like a child refusing to give up their favorite toy.

She hugged herself tight, cheeks glowing, eyes sparkling with that mix of mischief and adoration that only Himiko Toga could wear.

She didn’t just like the smell — she loved it. To her, it was proof of how much she adored you, a way of holding you close even when you weren’t there.