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it made me so happy, as ordinary things often do
“You smell like oranges.”
“I do,” Shouto grins. “Do you like it?”
“Mhm.” Hanta pulls his hand to their face. They make a big deal about smelling it, exaggerating the sniff as much as they can, then press a kiss in the middle of his palm. “Makes me think of home.”
[or, shouto wants to show hanta how much he loves them]
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