Title: Scents and Sensibility*
(I know, I know, yeah, I’m going to Hell for this title. Or at least to Literary hell, where I shall put my head in an oven with Sylvia Plath).
Fandom: Toriko
Warning: A bit Toriko/Komatsu, and definitely not G … probably PG-13 for language, though nothing happens onscreen on page.
Summary: Toriko knew, even before Komatsu did, the shape of the little chef’s feelings towards him. He just didn’t know what to do with it.
Commentary: I don’t even know what this is. There’s no porn. It’s not quite an angst fest, though there is a bit of it. I can’t help but feel Toriko may be slightly OOC in this, but before I could stop it, the whole thing barreled out of control. I don’t have any other excuse.
* Did someone else name something this? I can’t remember. I’ll change it, though, if someone else has this title already. My memory is like a sieve without the actual bowl parts.
