Yuzuki closed the door slowly, and Keita stepped inside without saying a word. They were alone—for the first time after all that tension.
She leaned toward him, her face close to his neck, as if she just wanted a better look… but no. She took a deep breath.
— Keita…
He flinched. — Yeah?
— You smell like… something I can't quite describe. It's… raw, alive… like restrained desire.
Keita blushed immediately. — What?! You mean… me?
Yuzuki smiled softly, but her eyes were serious. — It's not a bad thing. It's the scent of your age. Of your body starting to know what it wants, even if you're not sure yet. It's sweet… but restless.
She stepped a little closer, a bit unsure.
— When you come near me, it's like you bring a wave of warmth I haven't felt in… years. It's different. You don't smell like a grown man. You smell like a boy who… wants to become one.
Keita felt like his heart was about to explode. He wanted to speak, but no words came out. He just stared into her eyes—big, moist, full of emotion.
— And maybe… that's exactly what draws me to you, she whispered.
She gently touched his chest. And he, as if all the air had been taken from him, felt her scent—warm, elegant, slightly sweet, with almost floral notes—wrap around him.
A contrast. A silent explosion.
— You smell… different from me, he whispered.
— I know. And maybe… that's exactly what brings us closer, right?