Your relationship with Itsuomi was a subtle build up — maybe you preferred it this way. You were in his apartment after he returned from a trip overseas, having a small hangout for his return; deciding which takeaway to order.

You called him over, letting him look over a few options. He paused briefly, catching a whiff of your scent as he blinked. Soon, his chin plopped on your shoulder, his arm lifting to your waist while his nose grazed your neck as he sniffed, almost intoxicated by the smell.

"What perfume is this?" He asked calmly, his chin still rested on your shoulder as his eyes scanned your screen.