At first, I thought you meant that the
girlfriend leans in to smell the guys but then I think you meant that the
girlfriend smells like that soap because she used it, so I went with that. If I
was wrong please let me know! 😊

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Akashi

When you step into the kitchen for
breakfast, Akashi is already seated reading the paper, his chef nodding a good
morning to you. Smiling softly, Akashi stands and pulls out a chair for you. As
you take your seat, he leans down to kiss your cheek but pauses before burying into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“What are you doing Sei-kun?” you ask blushing
a bit at his open affection in front of his staff (though the man is currently focused
on the waffles).

Akashi exhales whispering in your ear, “It
seems our scents mingled together is quite the aphrodisiac for me. Make sure
you eat up, you’ll need your energy.”

Midorima

A dull knock at his door has Midorima frowning;
surely, it’s not you because you knock with what he can only call “spunk”. Upon opening
it, however, he discovers your mud-covered form standing on his porch.

“_____-chan, what on earth happened?”

You sigh, shifting from foot to foot. “I was
running to catch the bus and tripped into a mud puddle.” A flash of lightning
and crack of thunder rumble overhead.

“Did you forget your lucky item?”

Huffing you crossing your arms, nearly hitting
him with flung mud. “Is that really the thing to be focusing on right now Shin?”

He pushes up his glasses. “I suppose not, but
in the future please be more careful. Now, come in out of the rain and get cleaned
up.”

He ushers you to the bathroom, allowing you to
get in the shower while he puts your clothes in the wash. Since they are still
drying when you’re done with your shower, you wear his robe, towel drying your
hair as you sit on the bed. When he re-enters the room you stand, walking to
him and leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“Thanks, Shin-kun,” you say but as you pull
away he grabs your shoulders, sniffing the top of your head.

“Did you use my shampoo?” he asks and you nod
causing him to blush.

“Is that a problem?” you ask timidly.

“N…no,” he stammers, unclear why the thought of
you smelling like him is bringing very inappropriate thoughts to his mind.  

Kagami

“Wow, that was some work out,” you gasp, wiping
your brow.

Taiga grins down at you, slightly winded but
not gulping down oxygen like you. “Yeah, thanks for coming with,” he says
before taking a swig of water. Glancing at his kitchen he says, “Don’t know about
you, but I’m starving, want me to cook something?”

“Um, sure, but would you mind if I took a quick
shower? I stink!”

Taiga blushes a bit making you smile but nods. “Su…sure,
towels and stuff are in the bathroom. I’ll just get started on lunch.”

You shower quickly, opting to just use his soap
since you don’t have your stuff with you today.

Stepping out of the bathroom, a puff of steam
in your wake, you enter the living room to find it filled with the smell of
delicious cooking. Smiling to yourself you sit down on the couch, waiting until
Taiga is done.

“Babe, it’s ready,” he says and you stand to
join him at the breakfast bar. As you take a seat you flip your hair out of the
way, sending a plume of scent wafting towards Taiga. Looking up, you see him
staring at you, an odd look on his face.

“Taiga, what’s-“but you don’t get to finish your
sentence before his lips are on yours, kissing you fiercely.

When he pulls back, you both inhale and he says
huskily, “Forget lunch, I want to devour you.” You can’t say you mind too much.

Kasamatsu

Yukio has always had trouble with girls; he
just gets so nervous around them. So you decided to take matters into your own
hands and ask him out. After he came
to (and wanted to murder Kise for laughing at him) you’d made plans and went on
a date. That led to another and before long you found yourself girlfriend to
the captain of the basketball team.

Hence why, now at this moment, you are
practically suffering from heat stroke in the gym while these crazy boys run
drills during their summer training.

It’s so hot you feel like you’re melting into
the benches. Glancing at the guys you can’t believe they haven’t keeled over by
now. Shaking your head, you scamper to the locker rooms, intent on taking a
shower to cool down. Sneaking into the boys’ area you grab Yukio’s soap since
there’s none in your locker before going back to the girls’ locker room.

Ten minutes later, you exit feeling exceptionally better as your damp hair cools you down, pleased to see the boys are just finishing up.

“There you are,” Yukio says running over to you
covered in sweat.

“Yeah, I just had to cool off,” you say
smiling.

“Wait for me, I’ll be just a minute,” he says
and takes off towards the locker room.

“Hold on, Yukio-kun!” you call and run up to him,
handing him the bottle of his soap that you forgot to return. You peck his
cheek and rush back to the bleachers to get your stuff, completely missing the
bright red hue of your boyfriend’s face as he thinks about you using his soap on your naked body.

“Maybe next time you can put it on her,” Kise
teases.

“Shut up, Kise!” he yells kicking the ace into
the locker room.

Haizaki

“Ouch,” you hiss, glancing down at yet another
bruise forming. Haizaki just had to
choose paint-balling for your date, didn’t he? Grumbling, you run a hand through
your hair crying out when you realize it has paint in it despite you wearing
protective gear; for all the good it did your poor body come to think of it.

“Such a baby,” your jackass of a boyfriend
snickers. He, of course, barely got hit seeing as he’s been doing this crap
since he was a kid.

“Shut up,” you snap.

“Awwww, come on little baby,” he coos mockingly
at you, “Let’s get you home and all cleaned up.”

Sighing, you climb onto the bus, people looking
at you weird because you’re covered in green, orange and red paint splatters.

When you get to Haizaki’s house, you procure
the bathroom (locking the door because you really don’t feel like dealing with grabby
hands when you’re bruised) and take a quick shower, just using whatever is on
hand to scrub your skin and hair clean.

Finally divested of your extra colors (minus
your lovely bruising which will be there for weeks) you exit the bathroom. When
you enter Haizaki’s room, he’s flat on his back in bed, looking up at the
ceiling and you swear he’s pouting because you wouldn’t let him shower with
you. Now who’s the baby? But you won’t
say anything, it’s just not worth an argument.

Sitting down, you yawn, stretching tired and
sore muscles. A shift on the bed barely draws your attention; that is until you’re
flung down on to it, the sudden impact making you curse in pain. Shogo looms over
you, his face burying into your neck as he growls, “I like you smelling like
me, makes it easier for everyone to know you’re mine!”