Honey Vapour Scents

Shirou woke up to long fingers running through his hair, twirling the strands, nails occasionally running along his scalp.
“Good morning, Shirou,” Isshiki whispered. Shirou didn’t want to open his eyes just yet. He buried his face deeper into Isshiki’s chest, taking in the soft feeling and breathing in his scent. His perfume from the previous day still lingered, sweet and tempting. It was just like the one Belle had worn on set. He’d always complimented him on it. He spent months going through stores, trying to find it.

It was a foreign woman he ended up smelling it from again. She had been able to give him the name but was only on holiday so couldn’t tell him where to get it.

He’d gone through every import catalogue he could until he finally found it.

“Wife…” he mumbled as he tried his hardest to cuddle closer, scrunching his eyes shut harder. The fingers in his hair froze, the chest against his face tensing. Shirou hugged him tighter, mind still foggy as he tried desperately to sleep on. Yet Isshiki wasn’t moving, so it seemed he had no choice but to wake up and see what was wrong.

Isshiki looked like he was going to cry.

“What’s wrong?” Shirou asked, the question coming out far harsher than he intended. But Isshiki smiled, covering his mouth as he laughed.
“Say it again.”
“What?” Shirou scrunched up his brow, squinting at him.
“You called me your ‘wife’.”

Shirou’s face dropped and he could only push it back in against Isshiki’s chest.
“Shut up.”
“My husband~”
“Shut up!”