Tokyo Revengers One Shots (And Head Canons)

How They Smell {Part One}

Mikey smells like freshly cut grass, a cool breeze, and gasoline. It’s strange, but it just works. Driving into the late nights of Tokyo burning rubber, you can't help but hold on tighter, bringing yourself closer. The goosebumps on your arms raising, the cold air biting you- this was what Mikey was to you; a rush of adrenaline coming to a stop at the red lights, the calm before the storm, going through so many phases before finally reaching the destination: home.

Draken smells smoky and sweet- like roasted chestnuts and barbecue; a mixture that's uncommon, but definitely welcomed. When he comes back from the shop, the first thing he does is walk into your arms, releasing a heavy breath he didn’t know he was holding in. All there is to do now is relax his muscles. Guiding him to the couch, he’ll sit between your legs, letting you do your thing.

Mitsuya smells like peppers, shampoo, and linen- like getting out of the shower fresh and starting to make dinner. Coming home late in the day, slipping your shoes off, and washing away the day's hardships just to cook a comforting meal. You always lean in closer to smell the soap, making note that he was fresh, just to pull back when he grabs the onions, not wanting to cry in front of him; you don’t want him to see you like that.

Baji smells like pine cones and pears- like how a salon would smell in the holiday season. You run your fingers through his hair, not having to look in the mirror to know that he’s smiling. Coming across a knot, you spray the detangler over the area, making sure not to pull too much on his tender head. Everyday he comes to you, black rubber-band in one hand and a brush in the other, making sure to smile at You cheekily, saying thank you before and after.

Chifuyu smells like new books and coffee. Going to the library regularly, you always lose him in the aisles, letting the anxiety build up before you feel a pull on your sleeve and a small “woah” as he drops the stack he was holding. The librarians have threatened him with banishment if he broke another spine of a book.

Kazutora smells like rain and pomegranates. A timid smile adornes his face every time you walk into the room, his hand extended out to you, and when you take it...that timid smile becomes a confident one. In the dewy nights you go out, he holds onto you securely. Running inside the convenience store because you forgot snacks for your weekly jenga game is a normality now.