Oh. That’s what that is. You were planning to shower today but it must have slipped your mind. At least you still have plenty of time to do that later. You sniff one of your pits one more time as if you needed to verify that the stink of musk and overnight sweat was truly coming from you. You lower your arms back to your sides and the smell seems to dissipate a bit. The sound of humming draws into earshot as you lower your arms and you see Asher walk into the room, humming along to some nonexistent music. You feel a pang of worry, certain that Asher will notice your smell even with your arms down. Just because you can’t smell yourself doesn’t mean others can. The discomfort drills at you for a moment before you remember how Asher tends to behave when it comes to things like body odor and it gives you a new sense of confidence

Asher hoists himself onto the sofa next to you, laying his back against the arm of the sofa with his feet sprawled out far enough that they almost touch your leg. He only nods at you and pulls his phone out of the pocket on the front of his hoodie. You nod back and use that moment to examine his outfit, which exclusively consists of an oversized knit hoodie, large enough to hide his crotch but not much more. He turns his attention to his phone and lazily flicks around the screen a few times before looking up and sniffing. You hear him sniff and freeze up a bit before he goes back to his phone again. He only scrolls for another moment before dropping his phone back into his packet and sniffing the air once again. “Okay dude, the fuck’s that smell?” he demands. His wording implies anger but the way he curls his toes when he sniffs it is a dead give away for how he feels. You’ve learned from past experiences that as long as you feign confidence you can make Asher fold pretty easily.