Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Chance Meetings ❯ Pure - BxR ( Chapter 4 )

Nothing delighted Yami no Bakura more than the sappy fruit scent of shampoo drifting from the washroom in steam clouds, because with it came the bubbly boy he had grown to prize and adore with secret half-glances and appraising smirks. At night the scent of sunshine and innocence bled through to the pillows, and it took more than silent berating to keep from stealing and clutching the mass of feathers to his face. Nose smothered against the stains of Ryou's childish dreams and happy forevers, Bakura loved and loathed the aroma for being everything he could and would not be.