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When Gentaro is busy with deadlines, Dice takes it upon himself to run errands. He makes a list of supplies they’re running low on, kisses Gentaro goodbye, and heads out into the lively Shibuya streets.
This particular trip goes smoothly until he hits the last item on his list—shampoo.
Sure Dice knows what Gentaro’s shampoo smells like with how often he wakes up with strands of Gentaro’s hair tickling his face, but his mind is blanking on the name and brand. He’s been staring intently at the dozens of bottles that line the shelves for about five minutes now as if the right one will magically call out to him. It doesn’t, and Dice thinks the easy solution is to text Gentaro and ask, but Gentaro is busy, and Dice has never been one to back down from a challenge.
The first bottle he sniffs smells too sweet. The second is close, but not quite right. By the seventh bottle, Dice is sure his nose is broken because all the scents start blending together. It’s not until the fourteenth bottle that he pauses. His sense of smell is definitely shot by now, but even the faintest whiff of the correct scent is enough. Jackpot.
According to the label, it’s soapberry lavender, which sounds right, but what the fuck is a soapberry anyway?
Dice tosses the bottle into his basket, glad to finally exit the shampoo aisle. He had garnered some weird looks from other shoppers, but now he has a fun story to tell Gentaro after he finishes his manuscript. And if (when) Gentaro laughs at how ridiculous Dice is, at least Dice will be able to see his smile.