#i wanted to get it out fast but i think i might revisit someday òuó i can do more to Foxy Grandpa than just this

[ethereousdelirious]

Hey Therie, I know you're suuper busy with Sicktember shenanigans...but if you had the time, I was wondering if you'd want to something with that F/ukuzawa headcanon? Totally okay if not, but your tags got that idea stuck in my head now and will not leave me alone 🤯😱🫣🤭

Never too busy for you, Poni!

A sharp bite accompanied the sea winds, which had been so mild only days before. The sun rose later, obscured by clouds. Cotton and linen gave way to fleece and wool.

Yes, it was that time of year. Winter had come to Yokohama.

With it, a promise.

A promise that had Mori making a great many calls to Fukuzawa until the day came that the tell-tale weight of congestion dragged down his voice when he answered.

Mori insisted on a meeting under a pretense that Fukuzawa was sure to refuse once he heard the details. But he was sure to hear Mori out anyway.

Ah, Fukuzawa. So... accommodating, in his own way.

His bright scarf caught the wind as he made his way down the docks, where Mori awaited in a thick black coat. Despite his thick kimono and haori, Fukuzawa shivered slightly and kept his arms close to his body, hands hidden in his sleeves.

Mori grinned.

"Good evening," he said, making only a token effort to hide his glee.

"Mm." Fukuzawa just nodded. His jaw moved subtly, shifting the wispy curtains of his hair, and a lozenge clicked gently against his teeth. After a moment's continued silence, he dipped his chin and glared at Mori.

"Alright, I'll get on with it." Mori had come prepared with a dozen excuses to drag the conversation on. It wasn't a matter of if, it was only a matter of when.

Fukuzawa could hold out for a while, yes, but the determined furrow between his brows was nothing more than false confidence. Even now, his reddened nose twitched and shone at the corners. Even now, his lip trembled.

"You see," Mori said, gesturing grandly outward, "this patrol of the docks is starting to feel a little unbalanced to me."

He raised his eyebrows, prompting Fukuzawa to sigh with a smell of ginger. "Unbalanced?" he repeated gruffly.

"Well, yes," Mori purred, drinking in every blink, every slight twitch of the nose. Every little hint was a diamond in its own right, and Fukuzawa had come bearing riches. The pink tint to his eyes and nose was worth several thousand yen in its own right, the stutter of his breath even more than that. He sniffled, causing his breath to hitch, and there was another million yen. "You see, the nights are only growing longer..." Fukuzawa sniffled again, his chest stuttering. "...and all the more dangerous for it."

Mori paused again, licking his lips as he watched Fukuzawa's hand flex and relax, tracing a slow but true pathward upward.

"We've already intercepted a troubling amount of smugglers," Mori added.

Fukuzawa's hand found its mark. Slender fingers braced against the bridge of his nose, moving downward as he applied pressure to the bridge. Even still, a tear streaked down his cheek, gleaming silver in the light.

Mori suppressed a shudder, heat flooding his chest. "Granted, we haven't had any near-misses so far, but I'm the kind of man who likes to stay on top of things." Well, except in one particular circumstance, but moments like that were few and far between with Fukuzawa.

The fierce shine in Fukuzawa's eyes when he pinched his nostrils shut with his knuckles, well. That was almost better than sex. His pale lips parted to allow a shuddering inhale that gave way to a strangled jerk of his shoulders.

Ah, the prelude to a magnificent show.

"What I'm getting at here is that—"

"Hhnk!" Fukuzawa twitched and tears spilled forth from his clear eyes, coating his lashes and streaming down his cheeks. He shifted his hand, pressing the side of his finger just below the nose, applying heavy pressure to the philtrum. Still, he kept his eyes locked on Mori's.

The noise wasn't a stifle so much as a sneeze that hadn't properly escaped, and the frustrated growl that Fukuzawa emitted under his breath was enough to make Mori's toes curl.

"What I'm getting at," Mori said calmly, staring at those irritated, watering eyes, "is that we might need a little assistance from time to time."

The breath Fukuzawa took to reply was his downfall. He dropped his hand from his face, revealing twitching nostril and parted lips, and managed not a single word, just an almighty gasp that had him throwing his head back as though in ecstasy. "Akht'SCHRgh!"

Mori took a half-step backward and clasped his hands behind his back.

Fukuzawa's head reared again, lip curling and teeth shining under the lamplight. "HHhrr'rsSCH! HH'TSCHRRMF! Hahh..." His bleary, watering eyes opened, locking once more onto Mori's. Wet lips parted, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded... Mori crossed his legs. "HhhrRT'SCH!"

This was it. Winter's promise, fulfilled.