BSD & FUKUMORI headcanons

• Part 7 • Cats •

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Simple reminder, that everything here is mostly by canon-based (or not) thoughts and personal kinks. It might not be similar to yours.
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— You really don't like cats, do you...

  They were in Fukuzawa's house backyard. Sun was setting and the sky turned bright orange. A bunch of felines strolled around the yard. They came as soon they heard samurai fidgeting with a pack of cat treats. Yukichi was sitting on the bench, while white fluffy cat purred on his laps. Mori stood in a distance, leaning on the wall. His face the epiphany of displeasure.

— Cats, just like most of the animals, are hard to read. Even while looking in their honest eyes you can never be sure what their true intentions are. Cats only come when they need something, being that food, medical help or affection. And when they get everything that benefits them, they go away, while foolish human thinks he is someone special for them.

Just like you, Mori-san

  For a couple of minutes there was silence, interrupted only by meowing and purring.

— So, crazy cat lady, have you already named them?
Mori was mocking him, but president raised his eyes and nodded with absolute calmness of the stone.

— Yes. The one on my laps is Shiroyuki. The one on your left is Momo, two ginger twins are Miyu and Yumi.

At the sound of nicknames, cats meowed loudly and walked closer to people, hoping to get some treats.

A black cat with white "gloves" on its paws and the most green eyes Mori ever saw, elegantly jumped from the wall.

— And this is a special one. He comes here every day, purrs and rubs on my legs, demanding for my whole attention, but bites my hands as soon as I try to touch him...
Fukuzawa established eye contact with Mori.

— ...I call him Rintarō.

Mafioso skeptically raised an eyebrow and turned his head away. Feeling something warm through the fabric of his pants, he looked down and found "Rintarō", who kept himself busy by biting his clean military boot's nose. Reluctantly, he bend down and let nasty feline smell his glove. Cat approvingly bit his finger. Ōgai cursed and now without any prelude touched fluffy black fur. To his surprise, cat didn't blow up in his face or attempted to scratch him. With hidden proud he continued to pet his namesake, while listening to Fukuzawa's almost silent cooing to tailed gang near him.

At one moment he felt the heavy gaze of his rival burn a hole in his back, so he caustically said.

— What, are you jealous of me, Fukuzawa-dono? Apparently, this particular specimen is not so scary, he just didn't want your attention.

— Your assumptions have nothing to do with the reality. Or maybe you want me to give you some of my attention, Mori-sensei?

  Mori only snorted, leaving Rintaro and walking closer to the bench. He perceived the situation more as a joke.

Another taunt stuck in his throat, unable to come out. Strong hand with rough palm gently patted doctor's head, messing up sleek black hair. Then fingers moved further, scratching behind unexpectedly reddening ears. Unwanted sigh of pleasure escaped from thin pale lips. Continuing with light massage of the scalp, Fukuzawa could swear on his dear katana, that he heard quiet muffled purring coming from the most dangerous person of Yokohama.

They stayed in uncomfortable silence for at least five minutes. But then Mori shook his head and quickly returned to his vicious trickster mode.

— Well, now at least I understand why are they coming back to you. You treat them like royalty.

  He moved away from President, though not by much. Because of red light of sunset his blush was almost inconspicuous. Almost. Yukichi knew how pale this skin was and could easily tell the difference.

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Ya like cats, pals?