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It wasn't often that fukuzawa found himself having tea with one of his charges. Yes they all often came to seek counsel or advice from him, but they all asked in their own quirky ways; shibu often swiping something of his in order to get the older man to find where he chose their meeting spot to be, or ranpos blunt way of sitting down at fuzukawas desk, complaining loudly of what bothers him. But today, however, kunikida had knocked gently on fuzukawa’s door; waiting for his sternly gentle “you may enter.”
After a few nervous moments that kunikida tried to mask as him furiously jotting things down in his schedule book, it had been decided that they will have a meeting to discuss what kunikida had wanted to mention from 12:30-1; a sufficient 30 minutes.
And that's how fukuzawa found himself, at 12:30 on the dot, across from the young blonde.he had scarcely enough time to pull the tea off of the stove before kunikida silently walked in, placing himself in a chair in front of fuzukawas desk.
“What is it you wanted to speak to me about kunikida?” fukuzawa asked the child, taking a small sip from his cup of tea. “Surely it wasnt to just sit with me over tea.” kunikida tried to not look startled as he took a small sip of his own, trying to keep up his mature act as he grimaced slightly at the unsweetened tea, and to keep it holding strong even after fukuzawa made a casual show out of grabbing a small sugar cube from a plate; assuring kunikida that its not immature to grab one of his own.
“And if i were to say that was my reason sir?”
“Then i wouldn't press you for the truth.” fuzukawa said, waiting for kunikidas reply, ignoring the child's startled look and averted gaze. After a few minutes of silence kunikida worked up the courage to stand up, staring fukuzawa in the eyes.
“I want to ask for dazai’s hand in marriage!” he practically blurted out, causing fukuzawa to nearly choke on his own cup of tea,uttering a small chuckle to cover up his coughing. Upon hearing the sound of the older man small laugh kunikida promptly blushed a light red, sitting back down and clumsily perching his glasses that had wobbled slightly off of his face. “I-if you are going to ask about how i..plan on providing for him as a partner i have it entirely planned out!” kunikida started up again, hurriedly working to pull his notebook out from his shirt pocket, ponytail bobbing with each move kunikida made.
The sight only made fukuzawa smile slightly, kunikida really did care for the bandage wearing child; even if his affection was shown with harsh words that hid his own concern. The earnestness in kunikida’s eyes only serving to melt fukuzawa’s heart even more. However it was clear that the young man had no idea just how deep of a connection marriage is...and he was only 12, well out of reach for a legal marriage, but he couldn't bring himself to deny the young man of his hopes.
“6 years.”
“Pardon,sir?”
“I will give you my approval in 6 years if you feel the same.” was all fukuzawa said, giving kunikida a firm nod and trying to not fully cave in upon seeing the 12yos beaming smile and nod.
“Thank you sir!” was all kunikida said as he left out of fukuzawa’s office, radiating joy.
A year later however, fukuzawa would regret not giving him the approval right there as dazai stormed into his office, demanding his approval for both kunikida’s and chuuya’s hands in marriage, lest he just run away and elope with them both.