i hate that man but oh

Mori exhaled dramatically, as if burdened by the weight of the conversation. “Very well, if you insist.” He stepped closer, stopping just within arm’s reach. Too close. “But nothing is free, Yukichi. You should know that better than anyone.”Fukuzawa held his ground, even as his pulse quickened in ways he refused to acknowledge. “Name your price.”Mori’s smirk softened — just a little, just enough to make it dangerous. “A dinner. Just you and me. No politics, no bloodshed. Call it nostalgia, if you like.”