Fukuzawa x Mori Ship (More in Bungou Stray Dogs Oneshots)

Realization

Metallic blue eyes.
Long white hair.
A green yukata.
Huge hands wielding a katana.

"I will kill you, Mori-san."

"N-no! N-o, Fukuzawa-san, listen to m-me!"

Mori was backed against the wall of his old office, his back resting against the medical shelving. He rested his hands on a younger Fukuzawa's chest, crying hysterically.

Fukuzawa did not listen. He only pressed the blade further against his neck, staring into his heartbroken eyes.

"Y-YUKICHI, P-PLEASE!!!" Mori screamed, holding the swordsman's clothing tightly and turning his head up to relieve the pain of the blade on his neck. He cried harder.

"I hate you."

And with that, Mori stared straight into the steel blue eyes, a single tear escaping his own, as Fukuzawa Yukichi cut his throat.

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"AHHHHHHH!!!"

The Port Mafia leader sat straight up in bed, slamming against his headboard and panting. He was in a complete cold sweat and his hands hurt from gripping his bed sheets so tightly. He stared at the end of his bed trying to catch his breath, eyes open wide.

"What's going on?"

Elise-chan entered the room, climbing up onto the bed and sitting next to him.

"N-nothing. Odd dream."

"Just odd? You are sweating and crying-"

Mori cleared his throat and pushed his hair back a little bit.

"What time is it? I have an important meeting today."

"7:23." Elise-chan said, leaving the room.

Mori sighed and got up to change, looking out the window and out into the bright view of Yokohama.

What a weird dream. Why did I have it? Stress about the meeting today?

Mori felt a pain in his chest and placed a hand on it.

Why does my heart hurt? Am I ill?

Mori spent the rest of the morning checking himself for any signs of physical ailment.

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