Despite Makoto's best efforts, it was becoming increasingly clear that whoever Toko might be now, she was remaining undercover for as long as possible. Indeed, most of the student body seemed to be doing their best to keep their true identity secret.
Makoto tried to keep the other students who had revealed themselves company. It would be good to stick together. And to be honest... he had to ask some of them for assistance. Aoi in particular. Being in this body gave him this complete feeling of discomfort. He tried his best to respect Toko's privacy but it was hard to keep things discrete when his days were spent as someone else!
Perhaps the strangest discovery of all was the pair of scissors Toko had strapped to her leg. What was up with that? Did Toko have some extreme scrap-booking hobby? They were a little painful, so Makoto decided it was best to just leave it in Toko's room. Oh yeah, that was especially great: whoever was in his body wouldn't let him back into his room to get his things!
"This is my room now. Your presence is unnecessary." That cold demeanor could be a couple people, although Makoto assumed Byakuya would be a little more rude.
And then there was the odd compliment he had received the other day from whoever was in Kyoko's body. Someone definitely perkier than Kyoko.
"Wow, Makoto, you smell great!"
"I... huh? Where did that come from?"
Kyoko's body shrugged casually. "Toko always kind of had that grody smell following her around. Whatever you're doing, it's certainly more hygienic than what she had going on. You're looking pretty good!"
That was weird, now that he thought about it. "Now that you mention it... I haven't been able to smell much of anything lately."
"Whatever, just keep it up. Your hair is oooking great too! She's much more appealing like this, dude."
Somehow, Makoto was pretty sure he could guess at least what the gender of the Kyoko's occupant was. Mondo or Hagakure maybe?
Still, his focus shifted as he went about his day, drifting to the kitchen. Maybe there was something wrong with Toko's nose? That could explain why she didn't seem bothered by her own particular... smells.
Curious, Makoto pulled some spices from a shelf, sniffing in it casually, searching for a scent. He only had a few seconds before his nose suddenly reared up towards the sky.
"Ahhh.... ahhhh" He covered his face in preparation, embarrassed already. He had picked up pepper somehow! Geez, he was such a dummy.
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