All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Fukuzawa Yukichi has a cat.

After Mori Ogai finished working overtime for a week, he just took off his coat when he got home, when he saw Fukuzawa Yukichi standing at the entrance looking at him.

The silver-haired middle-aged man showed him a three-coloured cat with both hands.

Like the old mandrill in the Disney animation holding Simba in his hand.

The overflowing happiness is floating around, and it can't be covered.

Mori Ogai could even see the taste of "showing off" from that expressionless face.

After all, being a cat slave and not being liked by cats is almost as heartbreaking as having a crush on anyone but yourself.

But Mori Ogai could not feel this emotion.

Neither of the above can be felt.

"Ah, congratulations." Sen Owai hung up the scarf, drooped his eyelids, and laughed as he walked, "You haven't taken him to the pet hospital yet, have you?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi was silent for two seconds. He didn't expect that Mori Ogai didn't ask him about the origin of the cat, and didn't ask him about the cat's fate. Instead, he opened his mouth with a gesture of concern.

"No." The cat in his hand was as light as a ball of cotton, and Fukuzawa Yukichi was afraid that he would accidentally hurt it, so he still maintained a cautious posture.

Mori Ogai finally sat down, the soft sofa instantly relieved his fatigue, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and picked up the warm tea on the table.

There are two cups of tea, still steaming, obviously made by Mori Ogai before entering the door.

Naturally, he didn't tell the other party about going home today, and it's no surprise that the other party would know that he was going home today.

The sofa sagged, Mori Ogai tilted his body, Fukuzawa Yukichi sat beside him, did not speak, and stared at him unblinkingly with those silver-gray eyes.

As if asking—what did you mean by that just now.

Could it be that your medical skills will not only treat people's problems, but also cats' diseases?

Mori Ogai blew on the dense mist, and the erected tea stem swayed back and forth in the cup like a beacon in the sea.

"I just feel that this cat is a bit pitiful. It would be better to treat it as soon as possible. Although I don't know veterinary medicine, I can guess that it's either the eyes or the head. Otherwise, why would I foolishly follow you home..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi pursed his lips, blinked his eyes twice quickly, retracted his outstretched arms, got up without saying a word, and entered the back room with the cat in his arms.

Sulked?

Just be angry.

Mori Ogai sipped tea slowly, without turning his eyes.

He didn't even say hello when he entered the door. He took off his clothes and scarves and hung them up by himself. After working for so many days, he finally compressed a month's workload into a week. After returning home, he kept showing off how comfortable he was with his "new love". Life?

It was quiet on the other side of the door, not the slightest sound of a cat calling.

That cat is really not afraid of Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Mori Owai sat on the sofa for a while, his eyelids almost fell from sleepiness, and then slowly got up.

The door opened suddenly.

Mori Ogai was clever, turned his head and saw Fukuzawa Yukichi was closing the door empty-handed, the swordsman always frowned, over the years, even with a peaceful expression on his face, his brows were always wrinkled, revealing a few very serious.

He slightly widened his eyes, and moved his gaze between Mori Ogai and the teacup on the table, "Did you finish drinking?"

"En." Sen Ou's brows were slightly tired, but the corner of his mouth was still hooked into a smile, "I'm going to sleep, don't let your kitten disturb me."

His voice was the same as usual, and Fukuzawa Yukichi could hear the point.

"It's not 'mine,'" he corrected, "it counts as community property—"

"So yes, 'ours.'"

The man is very serious in every word.

"Okay, 'our'." Mori Ogai walked towards the bedroom, waving his back to Fukuzawa Yukichi, "Fukuzawa Your Excellency, please be accommodating, if you have anything to say tomorrow, I'll go to bed first."

Just as the door opened, an arm was placed across the door frame, blocking the way.

Fukuzawa Yukichi propped up his hands, "The water is ready."

Mori Ogai was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi repeated tirelessly, "The water in the bathroom is ready."

Mori Ogai turned to look at him, the man looked calm and his ears were red.

Mori Ogai: "Has your kitten been washed?"

It's "yours" again.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "No."

He finally understood what was wrong, "You keep mentioning cats today."

"You didn't introduce it to me?" Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows, twisted away from Fukuzawa Yukichi's arm, and closed the door with his backhand.

His fading voice came from behind the door, "I'm going to take a shower."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's ears were bleeding red, and the cat on the other side was scratching at the door. Without hesitation, he turned around and was about to twist the doorknob of Mori Ogai's room.

After the sound of undressing inside, the man's casual voice stopped him:

"You go wash your cat."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Sen was not jealous.

森先生才不会吃醋：）感谢在2020-02-1402:24:19~2020-12-3023:50:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 57 bottles of Gu Xiaoyu; 1 bottle of Little Dragon Girl and Tomorrow's Love Letter;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!