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Sooo no one asked but I’m still gonna do it- a thread of what I think the scents of #bnha characters are in ABO. Basically gonna do all of them as Alphas first and then omegas because I imagine the scents to be different.... (thanks to @aly_cinci101 for helping me 
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*****ALPHA FOR THIS THREAD UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE: the scents will rely heavily on imagery because of the feelings they invoke when released so that’s the kind of theme I’m goin for.******
*****This thread is literally taking years off my life (when I reach tweet thread limit I’ll add more as I go)******
Bakugou: gunpowder and spices but specifically cinnamon. Heavy, raw cinnamon with the hint of caramel at sunset where the colors are darkest and heaviest because dusk is just as overpowering as nighttime. And he smells like smoke and fire like burning cigarettes under a starry
Night on Christmas Eve because the smell of warmth is permeating the air and filling it and giving everything around it the sweetest and most subtle hint of something soft but the smoke is giving that bittersweet haze that surrounds your senses.
Todoroki: here’s a theory- he has two scents: the first is Snow covered evergreens and mint. The snow is fresh and icy and leaves a numbing kind of warmth along goose bumped flesh. But the tingle of the way evergreens shimmer in the frigid air when the sun shines just right and
makes the world shine almost iridescent. The second is the scent of burning Cedarwood and the ash of Marigolds because it burns bitter and bright just like a blood red sunset that that seems to only paint the world in shades of reds and yellows that meld together and make it seem
That someone set fire into the sky itself. The warmth of Cedarwood and the steady flames clash with the icy pine of Evergreens into this amalgamation of fire and ice.
Izuku: The scent of freesias after a rainstorm where the water carries the sweet scent to every corner and into every tree and blade of grass and it makes you feel like you’re lightheaded and floating in the clouds. His scent is white and green and every color of the forest
With twisted tree branches that soaked in the light and seemed more vibrant than humanly possible and gnarled and scarred bark that feels rough under your fingertips and yet you still run your hands over it because the roughness feels like home.
Kaminari: His scent is loud and extroverted and smells just like a bright sunny day without a cloud in the sky and the grass is bright green and the flowers have colors brighter than anything manmade could ever hope to capture.
But it’s also strong and swaying and passionate just like him with undertones of citrus that make you wonder if this is what a storm in human skin tastes like and you strangely end up craving frozen berries covered in sweet syrup to soothe the burning in your mouth.
Kirishima: His scent is strong and steady and reminds you of the color crimson because the shade paints over all it touches. It’s red like crisp apples still on the branch that burst in flavors of sweet and tangy at the very first bite that make your eyes close and hints of fall
Dance behind your eyelids. His scent is autumn and golds and reds that leave warm chills on your skin that make you breathe in and crave the warmth of the sunshine the same shade as his flaxen skin.
Sero: A mix of dew dropped lavender and the hint of sage that immediately calms down the constant stream of thoughts around him like a softly spoken prayer because his scent is gentle and enveloping and it has a constant flow that reminds you of wind in a field of greens and
Purples that feel gentle to the touch but the strength is subtle and clear and clings to you even hours later with images of iridescent lilac springs and the chill of refreshing rain on your skin.
Mina: Her scent is summer loudness and the taste of citrus coating your tongue from the orange sherbet and lemonade. The scent of bright sunsets and even nights that are too glimmering to be considered dark, and loud music that colors the air in different shades of rainbow.
Her scent is sugar and acid and the curl of your lips at the tang of a lemon that you keep pressing against your tongue because you’re addicted to her bittersweet sear.
Aizawa: Hints of ash and the scent of clean crisp air on a winter morning. The scent of artificial light on a cityscape at midnight. The scents of heady cologne and deep night air mixing together into something as intoxicating as shot of whiskey late at night staring at the sky-
Line and it still surrounds you and makes your head spin in so many different ways because you can’t get enough but you’re already drowning in how complicated he is and the way his scent almost cancels everything in your head except the thoughts of him.
