𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤
✉︎request: n/a ✰warnings: none ✎a/n: this is once again completely self indulgent
➳ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ, ᴀᴏɴᴇ, ᴇɴɴᴏꜱʜɪᴛᴀ, ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ, ᴀᴋᴀᴀꜱʜɪ, ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ, ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ, ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ʏᴀᴋᴜ
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✰Daichi smells like an overwhelming musk, like a deep rooted connection that draws you to him. It’s deep, soothing, and woodsy. He smells like the bed of mushrooms encircling a towering cedar tree, and its deeply seeded roots; like coffee grounds poured onto the rich soil, wet after a day’s rain, hot against the bare toes that walk upon them, burying them beneath tufts of moss. There’s a hint of brown sugar, burnt and sticking to the pan no matter how many times you scrub at it
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✰Asahi smells like freshly washed clothes, and if you lean in close enough, the faint sweetness of cinnamon, so distant and yet familiar that you can almost taste it on your tongue. Every once in a while you’ll catch a whiff of his fabric softener, nothing short of a swift punch in the gut, but it’s almost as if it’s cleaning you of the mildew corrupting your lungs, tired and worn from abuse. It’s relaxing, relieving, and reminiscent of a fuzzy blanket straight from the dryer at the end of a particularly bad day
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✰Aone smells like empty rooms, abandoned decades ago and foreign, yet nostalgic; you’ve been here before, and yet it’s the first time you’re seeing it, waiting patiently for company as the walls crumble and rot right before your very eyes. It makes you want to pull away from him, but you can’t take the scent in enough, you never can; it’s so familiar and yet unique, and reminds you of boxes, nice boxes. The kind you’d buy straight from the post office, and when you smell him you can picture the taste of envelope adhesive
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✰Ennoshita smells like rain slipping against moss covered rocks. It’s soothing and enticing, making you want to drop everything just to curl up beside him. It’s clean, alarmingly clean, and you find yourself wondering if he’s let his hair dry before leaving home. It’s the soft rippling of the pond so clear and divine that invading its effortless routine would be a sin you could never repent
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✰Bokuto smells like baby powder, invading your senses abruptly in no different of a fashion than his boisterous attitude. It’s whimsical and light, and leaves you rubbing at your nose with the back of your fist to ease the burning sensation tickling your nostrils, and in a subconscious effort devotes your trust to him. How could you not, when it’s so calming and bright?
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✰Tsukishima smells like the guest bedroom at your cousin’s house. It’s universal, and always knocks his tone down a few pegs; there’s no way you could possibly bite at his sharp remarks when he smells like your home away from home, like used clothes thrown carelessly into a trash bag to be brought to the trunk of your car only to sit for months on end. It’s lazy and sentimental, and leaves you in an unbothered daze
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✰Akaashi smells like the ocean, wild and tame; the tides bend at his will, so tread carefully or you’ll be swallowed by the riptide, shot out into the torrent of waves beyond his control that he tried so desperately to warn you of. It’s salty, and your mouth waters, only to be reminded of the feeling of sand grinding against your teeth. It’s cold, your skin tickled by goosebumps, and overwhelmingly independent
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✰Iwaizumi smells like an overbearing cologne, doused in sweat and diluted into a faint scent of all things idealized and stereotyped, and yet it’s so uniquely him that you can’t pass the locker rooms without being reminded of him. Even freshly out of the shower, you can catch the scent of his drugstore body spray, and it puts you at ease. He lives by routine, never changing and always making a safe space for you to rest when your head is spinning from the change happening around you
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✰Oikawa smells like cucumber and freshly cut grass. It’s all things sunny and bright, everything that you’d associate with the glimmering sunlight that always catches the sensitive spot of your eyes, sunglasses always forgotten and shattered at the bottom of a drawstring bag. It’s artificial, the picture perfect summer, and fabricated to keep you close to him, but in his embrace you can pick up on the hints of plastic and lip gloss that cling to his skin
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✰Ushijima smells like honey, tucked away into the wax combs that protect it. He melts under your touch and the honey spills out from its confines, sweet and sticky. You’re sure that he’d be excellent with bees, his calm demeanor and striking composure undoubtedly making him the perfect candidate. He smells like sugary sweets tucked away under a heat lamp to be observed from the countertop, afraid of venturing out from his own comfort zone
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✰Yaku smells like a home cooked meal. It’s the arrival home on a dark night, your back heavy with stress and your bones falling into place one by one in a symphonic manner as you force the popping sounds you’ve come to love from it. It’s warm, never hot, never enough to burn you, but always leaves you satisfied and cozy. It’s heavy, and although you can’t pick out exactly what food it may be, you’re sure it’s your favorite