[Prince of Tennis: Reverse Transmigration] Fragrant, Poisonous

A simple, down-to-earth story about love growing little by little. At first She couldn't understand why a grown man loved spraying on so much perfume. What was worse, he was always around her, as if she were a bottle of perfume herself. One day, she finally couldn't take it anymore. "Keigo Atobe, you're a grown man! Can't you stop spraying on perfume?" He couldn't have cared less. He glanced at her, already fuming beside him, and lazily curled the corner of his mouth. Reaching out, he picked up the perfume on the vanity and gave the air in front of him a light spritz, strolling leisurely through the fragrant mist. "My aesthetic sense shines every day, even in a different world!" She was speechless... All right, she had completely surrendered to his aesthetic sense... Later Whenever she walked into her room, she would instinctively sniff the air. If she didn't catch that familiar scent, she'd frown and reach for the perfume on the vanity, lightly spraying the air in front of her. Only when its delicate fragrance reached her nose would a relieved smile appear on her face. Much later The night was deep and dark. She reached for the perfume and sprayed a few times above her head. Slowly, his scent spread through the darkness, gently enveloping her. Only then did she feel he was still by her side, right next to her, close enough to pull her completely into his arms if she rolled over. He's gone now. She suddenly felt like hitting someone. But she wanted to cry even more. Damn it, she thought she really had been poisoned, from the very instant he gently pressed down on the perfume nozzle... Perfume is poison. A completed short-to-medium-length story about a military strategist: Childhood Friends Through Time Don't let your guard down! Give it a click! A lot of little angels said the ending was rushed... QAQ. I revised it in 2020, and hope this isn't just a poor sequel tacked on at the end. Enjoy! Theme: