"Everyone secretes a hormone that creates their own unique biological scent. We usually call it body scent; the technical term is pheromones."
"Near the bridge of the nose, inside the nostrils, people have a special organ called the 'Vomeronasal Organ.' It only detects this particular kind of scent."
"But the scent is almost imperceptible, or easy to overlook. An emotional filter, however, makes you seek out the other person and makes your brain highly sensitive to their scent."
"That creates the illusion that 'only someone you like has a body scent.' Incidentally, I never use perfume or other scented cosmetics."
Shinji Ikari cupped the face of the girl who had called herself "Mari" over the phone, but all she felt was him pushing her farther and farther away, until they were far enough apart to see each other clearly.
"Everyone has a body scent, but I only noticed yours, so you're someone I like?" Mari studied the composed boy with interest, then smiled slightly.
"That's right, I like you, Shinji. And I have for a very, very long time. Just seeing you makes my heart flutter."
Just what I'd expect from a British-style girl. There's a hidden boldness to her that's similar to other Westerners, but not quite the same, Shinji Ikari thought.
The forthright girl had long brown hair tied into twin tails. Behind the red-framed glasses she had just put on, her blue-green eyes were bright and lively.
She wore a school uniform, but rather than the traditional sailor uniform common in Japan, it was a suit-style uniform like those worn at British church schools.
Although she stared straight at Shinji Ikari like a lioness stalking prey, he felt as though she were looking at someone else.
Maki
"Long time no see, Shinji. Now, I'll have to ask