Scent. You were fond of that, or maybe, just maybe, Suna's scent in general. Whether it be his perfume, or his natural scent, because damn, he smelled good. You couldn't really bring yourself to tell him that though, because you two were roommates. That would've been awkward. Or would it?

Today, you arrived in the dorms first as usual. But he didn't have training, which meant he didn't bring his varsity outfit with him to change later on. You did the usual, ate dinner, took a shower to freshen up, then wore refreshing clothes to be comfortable for the rest of the day. Plopping on the couch, you reached over the coffee table for the remote, but your gaze fell elsewhere. In the corner of your eye, you could make out what seemed to be something black resting on the back of the sofa. Turning your head, your eyes landed on his jacket.

Intriguing. Grabbing it, you slung it over your shoulders before wearing it and zipping it up, your eyes closing as you leaned back and inhaled deeply. There it was. His scent enveloped your senses, causing your eyelashes to flutter, half-lidded. God, he smelled heavenly, making you want to bury yourself into the fabric. Putting your hands in the pocket, you could feel your cheeks flushing, face reddening at the mere thought of your roommate. Why was that? You had absolutely no idea.

Creaaak. The usual creak of the dormitory door rang out as the door opened, but you were too indulged to realize that he had arrived. With the door closing with a click behind him, he didn't seem to notice you as he went straight to the bathroom. You didn't either, continuing to squirm on the couch, now laying down as you buried your face into the soft fabric of his jacket.