There was something different about Nakamori Aoko that morning, and Hakuba couldn’t quite place it. Had she done her hair any differently..? No. It was the same, mousey, wild mess that it always was. Her school uniform was exactly the same, as well. No more makeup than was allowed by policy. No excessive hair accessories. So what was it? 

Curious and somehow determined, the detective made his way over to her desk to investigate, feigning the need to ask about one of the questions on their maths homework. She was, at least, more than proficient in the subject so it wasn’t as though it was farfetched to think that she might have some sort of insight on the topic. It was there, though, that he realized, leaning over her desk, that she had the particular scent of strawberries. Specifically, strawberry shampoo. A weakness of his. 

Hakuba allowed himself just the tiniest breath to take in the scent before sighing a wistful sigh. “You smell lovely,” he whispered, and ignored his own blush at the statement in favor of immediately returning the topic to math. “So, about question fourteen…”