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Mr. 182 was the only one who could smell a mysterious scent emanating from Dante, a scent he was completely unaware of. Mr182 loved this smell, clinging to Dante, even becoming more aggressive when anyone approached him.
Somewhere in the fog land, two people had finished their meals at the canteen and were on their way "home"...
"...Hey..."
"Are you going to be like this all the time?" Dante asked helplessly, his face showing annoyance.
But Mr. 182 only buried his face deeper into the cloth in front of him, rubbing his head and vaguely replying,
"Hhmm... but I like it this way..."
After receiving the answer, Dante's face became even more irritated and contorted. He clenched his fists, standing still to suppress his anger.
"...?"
"Why did you stop?" Mr. 182 asked in his innocent voice, looking up at Mr. Dante. He looked like a tall, overgrown child, which was really annoying.
Dante could only grit his teeth, ruffle Mr182's hair, then take a deep breath, pouring out all his pent-up anger from the past few days.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO IF YOU KEEP CLINGING TO ME LIKE THIS?!"
The sound echoed throughout the foggy land, causing that little 182 to cover his ears and temporarily release Dante's waist.
"What's wrong with you, 182?? Since the day before yesterday, you've been constantly hugging and rubbing against me. Why are you so clingy lately?!"
"But it's... very comfortable. And you smell good too," Mr182 put on a pitiful face, pouting slightly and lowering his head a little. He looked pitiful (but that only made Dante want to punch him).
"W-What the-!" Dante felt his ears burning. He didn't know if it was because he was furious... or because he was embarrassed... He could only yell "damn it" a second time, louder and more resonant.
〜꒪꒳꒪〜
~Back to two days earlier~
Early in the morning, Mr. 182 suddenly woke up to a strange, faint scent. He jumped off his bunk bed, pulled up his mask slightly, and sniffed the air around him, curiously searching for the source of the scent. After sniffing around for a while, he determined that the core of the scent was precisely Dante.
At this moment, Dante was still fast asleep, deeply immersed in a nightmare that left his face pale and contorted. But even so, his mysterious scent still lingered, a gentle fragrance filling the room.
Initially, Mr.182 just sat down beside the bed where Kang Dante was sleeping, resting his chin on the mattress and tilting his head slightly to enjoy the scent. But for him, that wasn't enough. He climbed onto the bed, lying close beside Dante, wrapping his left arm and left leg around him. Perhaps that made Dante's face more relaxed, and the nightmare seemed to lessen a little.
A while later, Dante woke up, breathing heavily, either from the nightmare or maybe from the cramped space.
"What the hell is this?"
He tried to push Mr.182's arm away from his hip to sit up, but the kid was holding on tightly even in his deep sleep. This made Dante struggle, trying to push away only one of Mr182's arms while trying to sit up to free himself. When he finally managed to push a little, 182 woke up. He quickly sat up as well as Dante, Mr182 taking a few deep breaths, much to Dante's surprise. He found him strange.
"Why are you lying down here? It's so cramped" Dante ruffled his hair, apparently having had a bad night's sleep and becoming irritable with Mr182 to vent his frustration.
Dante's annoyed attitude made Mr182 feel a little hurt. He pouted slightly before reaching for the cardboard box and pulling it down to cover his face. "Let's go have breakfast," Mr182 said sulkily from behind his mask before getting out of Dante's bed.
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... On the way, Dante noticed that Mr. 182 was following him constantly today. He was a little worried about this change, but he had known the way to the canteen for a long time. Occasionally, while walking, he noticed a deep breath, and when he turned around, he saw Mr. 182 looking at him like a big, oversized puppy.
While queuing, he noticed Mr. 182 was standing closer than usual, even tilting his head slightly towards Dante.
Even when sitting down to eat, Mr. 182 sat closer to Dante than usual.
Mr. 182's unconscious behavior of getting closer to Dante was increasing.
From sniffing when standing next to him, then gradually reducing the distance, with Mr. 182 pressing his head against Dante's neck every few minutes to sniff a few times.
And now, he was completely clinging to Dante, refusing to let go. Despite Dante's grumbling and obvious annoyance, he clung to him relentlessly.
(づ￣ ³￣)づ
Perhaps Mr182 won't need Fog anymore from now on, because Dante's scent alone was enough to make him addicted. (≧▽≦)