His nose scrunches up in distaste, an overwhelming scent of musk and sandalwood engulfing his senses.
“Why do you smell like that?” Was the first thing he utters the moment you enter the house, not even a greeting or an affectionate kiss. For the first time, a frown writes on his lips as he stares at you intently, as if trying to look through you—deciphering the explanation behind this whole ordeal. You smell odd, definitely not the one he’s used to, and definitely not like him.
It’s as if you stepped into an uncharted territory, a far cry from the one he’s used to. And he hates it.
His cat ears flattened against his head, growing unconsciously agitated by this perplexing scent surrounding you. The expression that paints your features seems to make him think that you don’t understand what was happening, not an inkling of what he was feeling, and he resists the urge to just wrap his arms around your figure and rub his cheek against yours—perhaps leaving a little peck on the lips and just leaving his scent on you in general.
“Come ‘ere.” He doesn’t leave you any space for response before he pulls you in his arms, snuggling to you. “Do you understand why I’m a bit agitated? It’s because you reek, like you hugged another Nekomimi beside me. You did, didn’t you?”
He’s gonna have to change that.