Our lives.[Bungou Stray Dogs]

Flower Vases (FukuMori)

Note: I'm very deep in the FukuMori hole and I blame AO3 for it, slight Francis x fukuzawa, fake marriage, once again this shit came to me from a dream. Yes, I don't know how to write Fukuzawa, Francis, and Mori. Sorry the ending was a little rushed.

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Stressful. It was one word Fukuzawa would use to describe being the president of the ADA. Peace was never an option for his life, every day was uphill battle. Not knowing what will happen when the morning came. Serenity he could not find.

Fukuzawa had just arrived that morning. Dreading the amount of paperwork that needed to be answered from the government, his face had showed his discomfort. Just waking up already made him feel stressed.

"Good morning, President!"Naomi grinned, giving a small wave, holding case files close to her chest. Fukuzawa nodded, a small smile displayed on his lips.

"Ah, President, you look so stressed,"She frowned, but it quickly turned into a smile. "I left some tea on your desk, and I hope the flowers help you relax a little!"

Fukuzawa furrowed his brows. "Flowers?"He questioned, tilting his head. "Ah, someone sent flower vases, they had roses in them and were specifically addressed to you, President,"Naomi nodded. Dazai has peeked his head out of the room next to them. "What's this? Does the president have a secret admirer?!"Dazai smirked.

A hand suddenly hoisted him away, the grip firm on the back of his clothes. "Get back to work, you reckless bandage squandering idiot!"Kunikida yelled out. A sigh was heard. "That's a new one ain't it, Atsushi-Kun?"Ranpo snickered.

"Also!"Ranpo suddenly appeared in front of him. "What's this I'm hearing that a certain someone was sent flowers, eh?"He grinned, Mischievously.

It was only eight in the morning, yet Fukuzawa has already felt as if his energy for the day had been drained completely.

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Indeed, there were flowers on his desk. The base was white with gold exterior, the vase itself seemed to have cost a fortune. Seemingly newly bloomed roses were placed inside. A note with cursive handwriting in gold was attached to it.

ℐ 𝒹ℴ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℯ𝓃𝒿ℴ𝓎 𝓇ℴ𝓈ℯ𝓈, 𝒻𝓊𝓀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓌𝒶.
ℱ. ℱ 𑁍

Fukuzawa groaned softly. Knowing full well on who had sent the flowers. Francis Fitzgerald, an enemy that was defeated not too long ago. He sighed, quite disgruntled that a past enemy had given him roses. The meaning behind flowers made him a little more uncomfortable. Francis was the type to give it all, literally. He was the type to do anything and everything for what he wants, and If the flowers were meant to be part of trying to court him, saying no would not be enough for the man.

"Roses? Well aren't you a lucky one, Shachou,"A voice chuckled. "Ranpo-kun, next time, please do knock if you're going to enter my office,"Fukuzawa huffed.

The detective strolled towards his desk. Giving the roses an inspection. "Fitzgerald eh? I do not approve,"Ranpo mumbled. Crossing his arms and turning to face Fukuzawa. The president shook his head, "I have no intention of saying yes, Ranpo,"Ranpo scoffed. "Of course, I knew that already. But, what'll you do? You can't just evade Fitzgerald, y'know he's a pretty stubborn brute,"He said, mumbling the last part.

Fukuzawa tiredly sighed. Indeed Fitzgerald was stubborn and refused to back down, he would be very persistent. Evading him would be a challenge and Fukuzawa was not in the mood for it at all.