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He had always smelled like caramel. Well, when we were younger. Teens too, but what I mean to say is.. that that's changed, recently.
Lately, he'd walk into a room and lilies adorned with vanilla would fill the room. Maybe.. it might be a new cologne? I don't know why it's changed, Kacchan's always hiding things, but I do still miss the caramels.
Sometimes it rains, and he hates it, but I think I might love it, since it means the caramel comes back. It always makes me feel even more at home. Kacchan always feels like home, but his caramel smell has always been extremely comforting, maybe even moreso than his lately softening eyes.
It's a bit ironic too, considering how much that scent has been the source of my pain, the caramel really just being his nitroglycerin like sweat. But still, I do love it.
Campfires are somewhat the same in that comforting way, but they never felt as at home as when he made me hike nine miles on that mountain, and brought me to the sweetest cabin imaginable. I nearly gave up halfway, said their was no point when we had hero work the next day, but when he called my name out to me, telling me he was going to beat me there, it rekindled a flame of adoration and freedom. My memory's quite awful, to be frank, but that was the first time I remember him saying it since before he ever started calling me Deku.
I hadn't realized how much I missed the sound of it on his lips. Huh. I think there was something else he said that night, about how he liked my mother's garden of white lilies, the one which I tended to when her bones grew too old and stiff to do it herself.
And that I once gave him a vanilla candle, which he vowed to never burn down, because it was from me.