The lingering, still-striking scent of the “ heir’s “ ( clearly cheap ) cologne, underneath the fresh smell of food from the cafeteria.
The uncanny smell of age; dust, worn leather, yellowed pages– an musty sort of odor, befitting- even endearing of the Anthropologist.
They were so close- too close, forced together through the bustling school hallways, struggling to find an open pathway that didn’t force them both to brush against other people. The fear of having to socialize- not wanting to be rude - would lead them right to standing so near to one another, that their scents intertwined.
And all because they weren’t the type to run through the halls like all the others.
Silently cursing himself out & keeping his eyes to the ceiling in visible annoyance, the “ heir “– imposter, rather, tries waiting out the crowds impatiently. Deep down, beneath the disguise, he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed to be forced so awkwardly into that situation. Save for a glance spared to see who was in his way, he barely acknowledges the Anthropologist’s presence.
Korekiyo, however, has beyond acknowledged the other. The respectable “ Byakuya Togami “, clearly weary of having to stand there & wait for the crowds of students to part just so he can get by. The Anthropologist admired him in a way, even if only for the rumored amount of effort it had taken for him to get to the position he had in life, & the bold, snappy attitude he consistently held.
– Not that this was him, of course. Just one who clearly wished for such a life.
This was a no-brainer; the Affluent Progeny couldn’t have gained that much weight in the last hour of having seen him through the hall. & yet, the familiarity of the heir in this imposter, mixed with the wonder in what would produce such a character as they, it sparked a modicum of interest in the Anthropologist.
“ Togami “ was being gawked at, beheld by the other, something deserving of the “ heir “- something they wanted, but not like this.
Not after the crowds had begun to disperse; Korekiyo paused in place & making himself an obstacle of his, with a boring gaze filled with– something. The imposter didn’t really care to imagine what, even if it felt somewhat.. adoring.
“ Alright, that’s enough. Move. “ “ Togami “ boomed irritatedly, prompting the Anthropologist to swiftly, though politely step out of his way. Freedom gained, the “ heir “ pushes past the remaining students in the halls & stomps himself to class, where he was due.
Golden eyes watched him as he left in a fluster, a slight smirk tugging beneath Korekiyo’s mask. What a charmingly pink face, a beautiful image left with him…
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