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As if feeling the younger man's gaze, Fukuzawa spoke up, "I can feel you staring."
Mori's eyes widen, he was trying to be sneaky. A rosy blush heated his cheeks. "Was not," Mori retorted, turning away and a huff.
Fukuzawa just smiled. This time he opened his eyes and faced Mori. Fukuzawa was half-dressed. His haori neatly folded and his green yukata bunched at the hips. For a split second, Fukuzawa swore he saw Mori's eyes dart to his chest. The very exposed chest that was defined and freshly shaven. It was once Mori's luck to be able to hold the other man whenever he so pleased. Once was lucky enough to be able to touch this chest simply because he could, because they were friends. Partners?
That topic was never really touched, left to the dark and the shadows.
An old tale long ago and a long tale to be forgotten memories. However, Mori remembered them all. What their friendship was, what it could have been. The nights they shared, the inside jokes, training together, staying up late whenever they couldn't sleep. They both remember. Sneaking off when Natsume was busy to go drink. Sure the next morning they would get reprimanded for being hungover. But it was all in good fun.
And then that fun was gone, "Ogai," Please don't say my name. "Ogai, you ok?" When the doctor hadn't answered Fukuzawa tried to ask again.
"I'm fine," Mori snapped.
Just like that, his masks were up again, and not old friends, partners, lovers, or whatever they wanted to call themselves could get past them for now. Fukuzawa laughed, walking over to place his hands on Mori's shoulders. Only for Mori to shrug away.
"You don't see fine"
"How do you know when I am fine and when I am not?" When did Mori let the older man get to him like this? He was calm whenever Fukuzawa wasn't around, he could make sensible decisions. Not a drug, standing ever so tastily, that he tried and got addicted to.
The other seemed stunned by the question, not being able to come up with a response. It wasn't like Fukuzawa knew when the other was fine or not, it was just intuition. Like how your gut feels something is going to happen then something does. "You are right, I don't know. But can you trust me-"
"No." Mori's eyes were empty.
Fukuzawa hated when they were empty.
He liked it when Mori felt comfortable taking down his masks. It was a selfish thought to think but when the mask was down, the President felt like he could be trusted to know such emotions. To know there was so much more to him.
"I just can't. I've tried so many times to forget you, to forget everything, but I just can't." Mori took a deep breath, his anger and hatred for Fukuzawa burned but his love for the older man could soothe that burn. And that scared him. "We are meant to be enemies. Nothing more so please..." So there Mori ranted, about everything; things that bothered him about their relationship, feelings that he couldn't understand.
Neither of them had realized they both started crying, Fukuzawa more so than Mori. Mori let his heart spill. So many years of keeping everything bottled up and all it took to break it was a simple question. The answer was always going to be yes. Mori could trust Fukuzawa. He knew he could but his mind told him he couldn't. Mori let his mind answer for his heart for most of his life, today was the day the heart spoke and the mind rested.
Fukuzawa sat and listened. His eyes stuck to the ground, his head tilted down as to hide from shame. He hadn't realized what he had done. Nor had he realized that his actions had consequences. The older man knew his past with the doctor was intimate and was a guarded secret. Not even Ranpo knew about this, it was just that well guarded. How could he begin to apologize? Should he apologize? "I just don't know why-" Before Mori could finish the sentence Fukuzawa quickly took him in his arms.
Before more could react Fukuzawa kissed him. It was slow at first but quickly escalated until they both pulled back, both out of breath, "You talk too much."
They stood there, just standing, and embraced each other. Their foreheads were linked. Fukuzawa's arms held Mori's face up to prevent him from looking away. Mori's hands just held on to the other, squeezing occasionally. The president couldn't help but smile. How long as he waited to just kiss him again? How long had his heart been tugging him and leading him down this long path?
The doctor had problems to sort and apologizes to give to certain people, but it didn't matter at that moment. It was just them, no one else. No one was standing outside of the room quietly cheering on the two.
"I fucking called it!" Tachihara whispered.
A few of them grumbled. As it seems this secret wasn't closely guarded. A pool of over 100,000 yen was to see if the President of the ADA and the Leader of the Port Mafia had a thing. All of the ADA had agreed that they hadn't, all except Kenji. Kenji only agreed that they had a thing because quote, "They would look nice together." Strange how that worked out. Dishing out the money wouldn't be difficult. After all, opposites may attract but you may never see it coming.
"SON OF A BITCH!"
Opening the door to see the entirety of the Armed Detective Agency and a few Port Mafia members. He hadn't known what to say so instead he shut the door. It wasn't one of the ADA members or one of the PM members to open the door, that wouldn't be cliché, Fukuzawa opened the door. His yukata was still bunched up at the hip, mind you.
"Show is over." Looking to try to meet Kunikida's eyes, "They got you too?" Kunikida tried to say something however he kept his mouth closed.
Dazai just smiled and elbowed the President softly, "Didn't know you had it in you to go after him." While Dazai seemed cheerful and happy, Fukuzawa knew that Dazai was most likely to be thrilled with the doctor and him. It was going to be the same with Yosano. Again, Mori had a lot of apologizing and making up to do. Thankfully he could do it later.
It took almost half an hour but Fukuzawa manage to shoo every out and get them back to work. Mori had time to shower so his hair was wet. Fukuzawa held Mori from behind and buried his face in the other's neck. "You smell good." Mori chuckled and petted the President, "I would hope so, I just took a shower."
"Wanna take another one with me?" Fukuzawa's grip never faltered as he dragged Mori into the cool water. trapping him in yet another slow kiss. "Not going to leave this time?" Mori questioned, gently scrubbing Fukuzawa's scalp. Fukuzawa simply relaxed into it, "If it gets me this treatment, never."