His stomach gave a sharp flop. It was an odd theory given further evidence, as she'd say, but he couldn't deny that the touch felt more than a tad electric on his end. To boot, he was assaulted by further scents... everyone had too much perfume or deodorant or something on, and while it left him curious, it also just shortened his temper. He was able to pick out who smelled like this, who smelled like that. None of them smelled a way that he liked.

Save for one.

...Wh-what was Naoto wearing? He didn't peg her for someone who'd wear a scent. Seemed frivolous.

"Huh?" He snapped out of that spell. "I... maybe?"

He rubbed an ear. "Hearing's sharpened up, too. I can pick out conversations from about half the damn cafeteria."

Good. I can listen in on the biggest motherfucker here and snap them in two.

...What?