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eremin0109 · 9 months

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So I just played the entire Majima introduction scene in Kiwami 2 and suffice to say I'm having some t h o t s. After having to sit through that awkward af scene where Kaoru undresses in front of Kiryu and then has a heart-to-heart with him about wanting to find out about her past (like seriously? if y'all wanted show them bonding just do THAT?? Do they need to sexualise that encounter like fucking look at the way the camera positions on Kaoru's breasts while she's genuinely talking about wanting to find out the truth. men at sega are truly limp dicked bastards istg) it was such a breath of fresh air to FINALLY go and see Majima.

Like at the Tojo HQ I almost screamed when Kiryu found the demonfire knife in Terada's backroom and was all like "I'd recognise that dagger anywhere..." like we know baby. You've got scars on your body the shape of the dagger's edge, of course you'd recognise it! And then the conviction with which he says that Majima is the only one who can save the clan from falling apart when Yayoi and Kashiwagi are both apprehensive about it is just...*chef's kiss*.

The actual meeting scene takes the cake of course. Kiryu brings that damn dagger with him to Purgatory and tosses it to the ground like some sort of a mating call to Majima, like he knows that's the only way he'll actually respond. And then what follows is just Sayama being obviously third-wheeled the entire time these gay bitches are in proximity to each other. Like I'm pretty sure the use of the very possessive sounding "my Kiryu-chan" definitely raised her eyebrows. (Not to mention, his dialogue with Sayama comes off more or less catty. The nicknames he calls her feel patronizing, like he dismisses her being anything more than another arm candy. Of course that is until the "I'm a cop" reveal lmao, that sobers him up pretty fucking fast).

And of course then Kiryu is more or less begging Majima to come back to the Tojo, bowing his head low in reverence and desperation and a bit of selfishness too because he KNOWS Majima won't be able to say no. Not to him, HIS Kiryu-chan. And Majima surely just reinforces that fact by saying "Ya know I can't bear seeing ya like this..." They're both pretty fucking aware of the fact that Majima has a big ol' soft spot for Kiryu (and now, thanks to all of this shit happening right in front of her salad, Sayama does too).

But the real highlight of the scene comes after, during Kiryu's entry into the coliseum where Majima is just so shamelessly checking him out through the cage it's not even subtle. But we all know that already.

What we don't know is the fact that its Kiryu who looks at him first and he just keeps looking at Majima's direction after winning against Di Sciuva:

against Gary Buster Holmes:

Kiryu knows Majima's eyes have constantly been on him throughout the tournament. And so it's not even entirely subtle that he's making sure Majima's having a good time because all of this is basically a show Kiryu's putting on for his eyes, hoping it'd be impressive enough to convince him to come back to Tojo clan. But I'm willing to bet anything that some part of Kiryu thoroughly enjoyed that shit too.

Everyone and their mother knows what comes next, gay sex in a caged fight, but still I will never get tired of going absolutely bonkers over Majima's entry scene. Everything about it is just so powerful and sensual and just so fucking cool.

It SCREAMS reciprocation. Majima is basically like 'Kiryu-chan gave me such a spectacular show it'd be such a shame not to return the favour' and then he just presents himself like THAT to Kiryu, in all his glory and asks him all smugly whether he likes the fucking view. That was so cunty of him UGH.

and Kiryu is just so fucking amused and he VERY MUCH VISIBLY likes what he's seeing. his body language, the way his voice drips with something dangerously close to fondness, that damn li'l smile like Kazuma Kiryu you're so fucking gay for this man it's embarrassing~

Their post-fight scene has a different fanbase altogether, because goddamnit Kiryu do be looking at Majima like he wants to wreak him all ways to Sunday.

This is one of the few times through the 3 Yakuza games I've played that I've genuinely found Kiryu to be smokin' hot. Like I don't think he's EVER smirked like that at anyone, much less a female love interest. There's just so much going on on his face (bless the dragon engine graphics) and good GOD every bit of it is downright filthy.

He fucked that man, hard (or got dicked down within an inch of his life). PERIODT.

Sjsjdjdjrowjehejkeje I don't think we talk enough about Majima here. The way he looks down then slowly back up to Kiryu while a little smile plays on his lips, the way he lowers his voice to that sultry af tone and he invites Kiryu for a drink, almost as if it's an inside thing for them both, as if it's code for "hey, wanna fuck nasty on my desk?" And Kiryu, for once in his life, picks right up on that, and then fucking smirks like THAT because of course he wants to fuck, what kind of a question is that?

Like there's just no other feasible way to explain this interaction. Y'all know if this exact scene was between Kiryu and Sayama, they'd have been all over each other in the next scene.

But because it's SEGA's two leading men, they settled for the most obvious insinuation possible that it just makes it way more horny than if they'd just straight away fucked. I said what I said.

#anyway that's all #well...for now at least #this scene is just so fucking good like I can't even #these are not even ALL of my feelings about it #how do they expect me to give a shit 'bout Kiryu and Sayama's lil thing when these two are so shameless with their carnal desire for e/o???#everything about them in this game makes me insane in the best possible way #truly the brainrottest of brainrots #kazumaji #kazuma kiryu #goro majima #yakuza #yakzua kiwami 2

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gladoswantscake · 2 months

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Special Guest - Goro Majima x Hostess F!Reader

Summary: There's a special occasion occurring at your job and it's not what you expected.

Warnings: A lil suggestive. Nothing too graphic

A/N: I'm so proud of myself putting in over 2.3k words!!!!! 🥹 Out of all the oneshots I've posted, this is the most I've written.

Available on Wattpad and AO3

The murmuring sounds of upbeat music and the chattering of your co-workers could be heard from outside of the dressing room. As you were told by your boss, this evening there were special guests and they would be renting out the club for the rest of the evening. From the tone of your boss, he sounded skittish. But why?

As you were finishing your makeup touchups, your coworker stuck her head through the door.

"Y/N-chan the guests are here!"

"Here already?" You turn your head to the clock on the wall. "They're not supposed to be here for another twenty minutes."

She turns her head back around and steps into the dressing room, closing the door behind her. "Well from what I heard, some of the guests were eager to come sooner."

"How many are there?" You stand from the dressing table and straighten out your outfit.

The coworker thinks to herself briefly. "Only a few, but from the looks of them, they don't look like our typical clients." Her voice is now in a whisper.

You raise a brow. "Older me-"

"Yakuza." She cuts you off.

"What business do they have coming here?"

"I guess they wanted to come and check it out, but who knows. But we really shouldn't keep them waiting." She grabs your wrist and guides you out of the dressing room and into the lobby.

As you and your co-worker step out of the dressing room, your boss approaches you.

"Y/N-san you've been requested by Majima-san. He's the um... former patriarch." He shudders. "You are one of my best girls, so please don't let me down." He escorts you to the corner of the club where you will be accompanying your client.

Your boss gave you a nervous grin and a thumbs up to wish you luck before leaving you alone.

"Good evening, Majima-san." You bow. "I hope I wasn't keeping you waiting for long." You sit next to him.

From the look on his face he was astounded by your attire. Compared to some of your co-workers, you went all out on looking your best, however as a platinum hostess, it was required.

He clears his throat and gives you a smile. "You came right on time, although," He swings his arm behind you around the back of the booth chair. "I wouldn't have minded one bit waiting longer to know that I was gonna get a gal like ya."

You giggle at his compliment.

From the way he displays himself from his men, he had no problem showing off who he was. He was definitely a Yakuza affiliated from the way his tattoo was peeking out of his snakeskin blazer, and you were already catching yourself staring his exposed torso. Aside from the eyepatch covering part of his face, you had to admit you were catching feelings.

"Shall I get you something to drink?" You ask with a smile.

"Sounds good to me. What's the most recommended drink here?"

"I'm not quite sure, but if it were to be a favorite, I'd say champagne."

The man beams. "Champagne it is then."

You signal the waiter to bring you the bottle of champagne. The waiter nods bringing you the bottle shortly after.

"I have to say..." He gazes your fitting outfit. "You sure know how to make a fella fall fer ya." He compliments. "I asked for the best hostess, but your boss didn't give me your name."

"I apologize for, Majima-san. It's Y/N."

He takes a fresh cigarette from his carton and offers you one.

You took the cigarette from his fingertips. Smoking was something you didn't do as much, but knowing how addicting it can be, you were careful not to do it as often. Majima raised the lighter in front of you, igniting yours before his.

Majima takes a long drag of his cigarette bud before speaking again.

"Y/N-san." He let the name roll off of his tongue. "That's a pretty name. Ya don't hear as many names like yours around here." His eyes survey the room making sure that his subordinates are in line.

He looks back at your nervous demeanor with an almost finished cigarette. It must have been your first time dealing with the Yakuza in a hostess club.

A grin appears on his lips.

"Are ya always this nervous around good-lookin' men? Or is it ones in the dark suits that's making ya feel bothered?" He teases leaning into you a bit. His gloved fingertips purposely brushing your shoulder.

A feeling of warmth rose to your cheeks from Majima's question.

"It's just that it's unusual for our boss to arrange something like this." You grin awkwardly. "But you also are very... handsome."

He takes another drag. "Are ya saying that because it's yer job or do ya really mean it?" He leans in closer. His arm now resting on your shoulder.

Your heart was starting to pound the more he invaded your space. You could tell that he was getting pleasure out of making you fluster.

The tension between the two of you was overbearing. It felt wrong, but deep down you were secretly enjoying the physical touch.

After a few seconds of staring at him so dumbfounded he breaks into a contagious laugh. "I'm just poking at ya!" He rolls his head back as he pats your shoulder.

Majima's strange behavior disconcerts you. In your mind, it seemed a bit childish for a patriarch to act this way, but who's to judge. He was letting loose, and it was probably something he rarely ever has a chance to do, considering his job includes committing illicit activity.

"I didn't mean to put ya on the spot, but," He slowly looks back at you with a broad smile. "I am flattered to receive a compliment by a girl like ya." He takes one last drag and extinguishes it on the ash tray.

Majima then reaches for the bottle on the table, pouring a glass of champagne, handing it to you. "So, tell me something about yourself. What made you want to work as a hostess?" He pours himself a glass and leans back into the booth, spreading his legs in a relaxed manner.

You took swig from your glass; the acidic liquid hitting your tongue followed by the sweet tasting flavors of citrus, peaches, and a hint of cherry. The alcohol soothed your anxiety, but as much as you wanted to get seconds, you had to be careful not to consume so much on the job despite the flavor already getting you hooked.

"I used to live in a small town, but I moved here some time ago for better job opportunities and for a better future."

Majima raises his brows with interest. "You're new here in this town, huh? What do ya think of it so far?" He scoots closer to you.

"Well, I haven't done much of exploring of the town yet since I've been busy working. But the people here are very friendly."

"I can't believe you hadn't had the opportunity! Say, if ya ever wanna find a place to dine at," He points to himself. "I'm your guy to give ya to point ya to the right restaurant."

"Thank you. I'll be needing some suggestions some time when I go out to eat." You take another sip from your glass.

"So, what brings you to our club?" You ask.

Majima's contented expression fades. He downs the remaining glass of champagne and sets it on the table before speaking. "Considering you've lived here long enough, I'm sure you know what kind of person I am." His gaze making the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

"A Yakuza, right?"

He nods. "Since we've found out the place has opened recently, my boys and I had to come by and check it out. It's nice to know who's running the business in our territory." He looks around the room admiring the atmosphere of the club. "And so far, I love what yer boss done to the place."

You smile and nod in agreement. "He's put a lot of effort into making his business successful."

The facial hair exceeding outwards from his goatee made his jawline more accentuated and handsome. From the way his body relaxes against the booth chair, the canvas from his blazer exposes more of his muscled torso. You couldn't help but stare with such delight.

The erotic thoughts began to plague your mind the longer you stare. You wonder what it would feel like to run your hands up to his chest, feeling every scar on him. How it would feel wonderful to trace your hands along his tattooed skin.

"So, how long have ya been a hostess?" He turns his head.

"A few years now. I used to work for a corporate, but it was exhausting. But one day a friend of mine reached out to me about a hostess club that was hiring, and I haven't had second thoughts since."

"I can understand wanting to get out of the rat race. Do you have any plans in the future or are ya comfortable where you're at?"

"I've always wanted to start a business of my own. So in a couple of years, I'll have enough money to go back to college."

"An entrepreneur, huh? You have some good ambitions. I like that about ya. A go-getter!"

"Thank you. You're the first person that I can talk about goals or plans without dozing off." You laugh.

Then you lean towards him with one hand supporting the rest of your body. "I have to say out of all the clients I've had, you're the most interesting one."

"What makes you think I'm interesting?"

"It's your outfit for one. I've never had a client who's dressed differently. All of my past clients were older businessmen, so it's nice to see a bit of change."

"You really like my style?" He chuckles. "I have gotten stares from the way I dress. Yer the first person that's complimented my outfit."

"And your personality... I like it."

There were so many more compliments you wanted to spill out of your mouth and how much you wanted to profess your feelings to him, but you held your tongue.

Majima raises a brow. He was already getting a kick out of you serving up compliments to him. "What's with all the compliments?" He chuckles. "I ain't ever heard a woman pour her heart out to a man before."

The temperature of your body grew by his comment. You took one last swig from your glass to calm your anxiety and hoped it would relax you for the rest of the session.

"I know we just met this evening, but there's something about you that... attracts me." You fold your now clammy hands into your lap.

His face softens. The affinity in your words is starting to become obvious to Majima. He wanted more.

"Ain't you the sweetest hostess." He coos. "I guess it's my charm that's gettin' ya worked up."

You didn't realize his hand was accidentally laying on top of yours, lightly brushing the back of it with his thumb. He leans in a bit closer to hold your chin with his free hand. Your heart was pounding again. A man you've met for the first time, a high-ranking Yakuza, is making you fall hard for him.

Something inside you wanted to take things a bit further. Confidently, you moved you hand slowly up Majima's thigh making his breathing hitch.

Those innocent eyes, soft pastel lips, the dress that hugged your body close to your skin allowing it to flaunt your curves. And the amount of skin you were displaying from your legs was starting to make him feral.

"You really know how to get a man going." His voice dips low and seductive. His hand then moves from your chin to cup your cheek.

Something about his voice is driving you even more aroused, and his touch is only fueling it more.

As your hand caresses upwards towards his crotch the tight, twitching feeling in between his thighs is starting to get to him.

He wanted to run his hand up underneath your dress to get an arousing reaction out of you. He wanted you to quietly whimper out his name the further his hand went inwards into your thighs, but he knew better not to.

Instead, his gloved fingers teasingly tip-toes along your exposed thigh sending sparks of lust within you.

If nobody was present in the club, you'd let him have his way with you.

His lips are now close to yours. You could smell the combination of the faint smell of tobacco and the sweet tasting champagne that lingered on his tongue.

His goatee tickles your cheek as he leans into your ear.

"As much as I'd love to roam my hands underneath that dress of yours, I'd like to get to know more about ya." His voice vibrates in your ear.

You could feel him grinning ear to ear. He slowly pulls away with his lips purposefully brushing your cheek. The hand that once laid on top of yours was brought to his lips to place a kiss.

"I may be a Yakuza, but I know better to not take a woman home on the first night. It wouldn't be polite of me." He lowers your hand.

He was right. It wouldn't be the polite thing to do, especially it being the first time the two of you have met. But it was hard to push the provocative thoughts of yours in the back of your head.

He leans back into the booth chair, draping an arm over your shoulder and bringing you close into his embrace.

"I have to say with you in this club, you make it twice as good."

You lean your head on his shoulder and your hand finds its way back on his thigh. "I'm glad you've had a great experience, Majima-san. Or should I say Majima-chan." You laugh.

He smiles at your comment.

"Since you mentioned about opening up a business, I can help ya out."

"That'd be great..."

#yakuza #yakuza oneshots #yakuza x reader #goro majima x reader #goro majima #majima goro #my creation

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itz-wanderer · 1 year

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Could I submit a request for how Daigo, Ryuji, Nishiki and Majima would react to their partner being stressed out from their job as a club hostess? ♥️

Hello! Thank you for requesting and sorry for taking so long, my school life has been hard these weeks and I have a lot of exams coming so I hope you understand.

Anyway, here it is! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

When their s/o being stressed out as a club hostess (Daigo, Ryuji, Nishiki, Majima)

Daigo Dojima

- Considering how serious he’s with you, he notices it right away when you start stressing out because of your job. It’s usually him who get comforted but now it’s his turn to comfort you. He might not the expert on saying comforting stuffs but he definitely shows how much he loves you by his expression and his act of service.

- He’ll tell you if something is really bothering you, you can always talk to him, to get it out of your head. Especially when there’s a customer who doesn’t bother understanding the no-touching policy. He’ll protect you by himself but he probably going to ask you first because somehow he knows you can handle it by yourself.

- He hates of how attractive you are in everyone’s eyes, so it’s not shocking when you get those kind of customers, but since he’s often to go into one cabaret to another, he might be spending more time in the cabaret you’re working now, only to keep an eye on you.

- He might even request you everytime he comes to your cabaret club because you’re only his. It’s only him who can touch you the way he wants. When you both alone in a private place, he enjoys cuddling with you, him being the big spoon so he can hold you close to him. Just so you know, he’s very giving and all he wants is just you to be happy.

Ryuji Goda

- Just like how Daigo is, he’s not very good at comforting people, he’s completely at loss for words on how to comfort you, it’s like he’s freaking out inside on how to deal with this, he just doesn’t know what to say, he doesn’t know how to make someone feel better.

- So all he can offer is physical affections and to be your personal guard. If he finds out there are customers who don’t respect you, expect him waiting for them outside the club. That day will be the last day you’ll hear of the man. Yeah, don’t play with his girl. That’s how much he can be protective over you. Ryuji is there doing the best to protect you from any harms.

- He will frequently bring you to expensive restaurants for dinner once you’re back from your workplace. He’ll be holding your hands the whole dinner time to remind you that he’s always there for you.

- Since he finds out you’re being stressed out from your job, it’s quite often for him to pull you into cuddles, he just likes the feeling of you laying your head on your chest while he caresses your back, it gives him a calming feeling and he hopes it does for you too. In the end, Ryuji loves you and he wants you to be always happy.

Akira Nishikiyama

- Nishiki is the lovely, crazed in love kinda guy who would do the cringiest and cheesiest things to make you smile. You were the only person who knew about this tacky personality of his. Though, you knew he was a Yakuza, you could never believe he could act this cute!

- He will be just at the door in an apron waiting for you to get home and when you enter he drops the cheesiest and most typical line of a couple “Okaerinasai, anata! Gohan wo taberu? Ofuro ni suru? Soretomo, wa.. ta.. Shi?”

- This made even you blush!! cause you still were not used to him saying lovey-dovey things like that but it surely made you forget all the stress from work when you both just start laughing listening to him saying that!

- On some days where work was being too tough on you and he notices it on your face the moment you arrive, he would select one of your favorite romantic movies, order pizza and just be standing with a blanket around him with his hands stretched out waiting for you to hug and cuddle with him.

- Forehead kisses were your favorites cause he always pecked at yours like a woodpecker every now and then. If only you had the guts to tell him how those gave you butterflies in your stomach.

- You were pretty sure he noticed cause your face would just flush bright red when he kissed you making him worry, thinking you got a fever from either staying in the bathtub for too long or not wearing a scarf on your way home and catching a cold. But yea all these gestures were a part of your life which you always looked forward too at the end of the day.

Majima Goro

- Majima would be the person who would welcome you to a home which has been cleaned, with the dishes done and the dinner ready.

- He will make sure that you don't have anything to stress about once you're home from your stressful job. He might as well just surprise you with a candle light dinner at home if he feels like you have been overworking yourself and missing out on taking some time out for yourself. And moments like these act as the most effective painkiller for you!

- He never gets jealous of your work, considering you have to serve other men because he knows that only he has your heart and no one could steal it away from him. And he is aware of how tough it is to handle men who visit these clubs.

- If a man even tries to hit on or touch you, you would learn the next day that he was beaten up by someone in a black suit the same night in a parking lot. You sure felt it was strange cause these incidents only happened when you accidentally slipped out these bits of stories when talking to Majima. More or less you could have guessed that it just might be him who did it but his expressions never faltered and looked fake.

- He always greeted you with a smile when you arrived a little too late from work, you would notice him silently dozing off at the dining table with the food being covered and his arms crossed trying to take a light nap while a mosquito tries to buzz around his ear waking him up every other minute.

- You could watch him all night dozing off, with his guard down, which was a super rare occurrence. But you made sure to cover him up with a blanket at times when he looked exhausted from his work but still did all the chores around. All you did was just heat up the food and ate it while sitting right in front of him wondering what deeds you might have pulled off to fall in love with a man of this caliber.

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immortal-pnkcake · 6 months

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i said it's his turn to have his own bar

a little bit of silly thoughts about he-lives-and-has-his-own-establishment under cut if you're interested!

hey if other people can have their bars he could've too (if not. you know. literal impossibility to bring his character back.) so once me and my gf was talking about him so i'm roughly retelling and translating what we had in mind

so yeah he could have his own little place tucked in somewhere safe and i was thinking maybe okinawa? cause. idk. vibe wise he would fit there. anyway his place is not so popular with regular folks cause this guy IS a weirdo so yeah most of the people don't understand the appeal.

local yakuza tho! they enjoy the place. he has this policy of "until you're not making too much noise and not taking it outside you're free to do whatever you want but you HAVE to pay if you break something and everything that happened here stays here and vice versa." he was hoping there will be fights but nah. there's just a lot of youngsters exploring themselves and taking "everything stays here" as an excuse to kiss their homies and that kinda stuff - cause i don't think being openly gay helps your status as a yakuza - so they have this little retreat with a weird uncle who won't snitch on them passionately kissing each other and whatever.

he is very much reminiscent of his past cause OF COURSE he misses it. he made it after he was shot in 80s but it has done damage to his body and he COULD TECHNICALLY GO BACK but man! if i can't kick asses and be a menace why should i go back and be a poor excuse of a yakuza! he went on his own terms so he is not obligated to live in secret. he just decided that if he can't live up to his own name then the man who could must take it.

oh yeah he uh. pretty much invented this whole nishitani title thing. he was just "yeah yeah don't care give this damn name to the motherfucker who is worthy to call himself that!" so pretty much he has some name on paper but to folks around he's just and uncle with no name they just call him The Uncle

he is a funny character to have around but sometimes he becomes a wet sentimental rag and rumbles about how he had it ALL and gave it all for a man who DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE'S NOT DEAD ohh i think he would love to see mad dog majima. delight to his eyes it's a fuckin bummer he can't give him a proper fight

haha anyway- yeah. must i say i miss this bitch dearly. the weird uncle of all gay people of okinawa

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yakuzacanons · 10 months

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Please, more Majima content 😭 I want some age gap headcanons where the reader is 22 and he's 42, making people around them question why the young lady is with a man twice her age. Maybe they're walking together in public and Majima overhears some judgemental and nasty comments made about him and the reader comforts him through it because he gets uncomfortable and self-conscious 🥺

Ahhhh I love this, as someone in a similar age range in comparison to Majima and him being my absolute favorite, this idea makes my brain go brrrrr in the best way. Thank you sweet anon, headcanon is under the cut, hope you like it! It's a long one so I apologize in advance but I had so much fun making it hehe.

Majima will honestly never understand why you picked him. He'll always be asking himself how he got so lucky. At the same time he'll also wonder if he really deserves it. He will try not to let it bother him but it's always something in the back of his mind.

The most common comments are things like "Isn't he a little too old for her?" or "What's she doing with a man like that?". You get some weird glances from strangers. This makes Majima tighten his grip around your hand or around your waist, an obvious tell that he's trying not to let it get to him.

He will try to not engage in physical violence as a response because he knows that's not the solution and he doesn't want you to see him as just some violent beast. Instead, he'll spit out some retort before grabbing your hand and briskly walking away, clearly still upset.

He will try to not bring it up to you whenever he feels this way. Majima already feels that he's a bit of a burden in more ways than one: his age, his job, even the fact that he's missing an eye feels burdensome in his mind. How could someone ever love a man like this? Secretly, he worries that all these factors will drive you away one day so he doesn't want to add fuel to that fire by bringing you down with how he feels about the age gap.

Eventually, his feelings will boil over. You'll find him looking dejected, probably smoking out the window, unable to sleep. If you ask what's going on, he'll immediately know that you know and that's when he'll break.

Majima won't necessarily cry, but he'll sigh deeply and say something like "I just want ya to be happy. Sometimes I wonder if I can give ya the happiness ya deserve. Maybe I'm just bein' selfish... keeping ya all to myself." He'll turn to hide his face in embarrassment, ashamed of how he feels.

Once he feels your arms wrap around him, holding him tight with your face pressed against his back, his heart will just melt. It's true, he does think he's being selfish. Sometimes he wonders if everyone else is right and if you'd be better off with someone younger, someone your age. But damn if it didn't feel good to have you right there next to him. In that exact moment, his worries just wash away. He feels like he can do anything, be anyone. That's just the effect you have on him. Your presence alone makes him feel like a man reborn.

He'll close his eyes and exhale before putting out his cigarette and turning around to face you. Regardless of how you choose to console him, he'll still ask if you're sure this is what you want. Secretly, Majima yearns the most to be wanted and loved. Once reassured he'll just pull you in and hold you tightly, so close to him that it's almost suffocating.

The truth is Majima can't stand the thought of letting you go. The Mad Dog has been so independent by necessity for so long that he's terrified of letting that guard down, letting anyone in, needing anyone at all. You changed that and it feels so good that he's scared to lose it, scared to lose you. Your tender reassurance calms him, it puts the Mad Dog to sleep, and for once, Majima feels like he can breathe deeply and fully.

All those years ago, Majima swore he'd live his life for him, do things his way. When you came into his life, it was the first time since Makoto that he felt he really had something to lose. That's when the thoughts of other people started to get to him. Truthfully, you love his fearlessness the most. You admire his boldness, his loyalty, how he never stands down, the way he tries everything once and does anything for those he loves. You'll remind him of this, reminding him that it doesn't matter what anyone thinks. Age gap or no age gap, you're his and he's yours.

#majima megaphone moment #goro majima #majima goro #yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #ahh this one was long but I had so much fun hope you like it anon!

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overdevelopedglasses · 6 months

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The Simple Things

1507 words

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro

Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Sawamura Haruka

Majima is visiting Kiryu and the Morning Glory kiddos. Everything's going well. That is, until Majima comes face to face with a spider.

Chaos ensues.

Inspired by this post!

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On a peaceful afternoon at the Morning Glory Orphanage in Okinawa, Kiryu sits on the floor of his room, fiddling with some of his old Pocket Circuit cars. The children have shown interest in having a friendly race, and who is Kiryu to not let them indulge? The familiar car designs bring with them a heavy load of nostalgia. While his most prized car, the Cool Striker he customized for his hardest race, was kept safe on a shelf well out of anyone else's reach, his numerous other cars from both the 80s and the 2000s have been disassembled. An assortment of tires, bumpers, gears and motors were strewn all over the floor, as Kiryu rebuilt the cars to be as balanced as possible. The process, while different from building for optimization, brought Kiryu back to simpler days. Times where he didn't have all of this weight on his back.

He's grateful for this time alone, which he was only getting because Majima had come down to Okinawa for a visit. While the kids were initially all intimidated by the man, Haruka especially, they quickly warmed up to him once he showed that he didn't bite. It's a serene kind of alone, one that lets Kiryu lose himself in monotony and peace, and not have to worry about a kid drowning in the ocean. He sets down the newly customized Golem Tiger next to the other finished car, and picks up the frame for the third car, quietly humming a small tune to himself.

A scream pierces the air, and Kiryu's blood runs cold. All of the kids were outside on the beach today, so unless Majima just screamed like a little girl…

Dropping the parts onto the floor, he rushes out into the main room, and sees… well…

Majima is standing on the main dining room table, staring at the closed door of the kitchen.

"Nii-san?"

Majima's head whips over, and Kiryu internally braces himself for an attack.

"KIRYU-CHAN!!!!!"

Majima's shout carries fear, which is very unusual for the Mad Dog. Kiryu is unfazed, but definitely concerned.

"What do you need, Majima-san?"

"I was comin' in to get the kids some of those tiny ass water bottles," Majima explained, no longer yelling but still a bit shaken, "and when I went in the kitchen… Oh god, Kiryu-chan, I almost lost years off ma life! Please, I will owe you for this, but can ya-"

“Is it another bug?"

A silence falls between them.

“.....maybe."

Kiryu sighs.

“What kind?"

Another moment of silence.

“A spider."

Kiryu turns and walks towards the landing of the building.

“DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, KIRYU-CHAN!" Majima cries out, fear reentering his voice.

“I'M GETTING SOMETHING. JUST KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE BUG." Kiryu shouts back as an attempt to calm him down.

“I DON'T WANNA LOOK AT THAT SHIT! ARE YA CRAZY!?"

“NII-SAN!"

“FINE!"

Kiryu opens a cabinet in the landing of Morning Glory, pulling out his trusty can of Multi-Bug Kill Spray, and walks back into the dining room to find the kitchen door open, and Majima pointing at the floor.

“Ya little fucker… yer done! Ya hear me!? Goro Majima wins this one!"

“I wouldn't call this a win, nii-san." Kiryu replies, setting the cap of the spray on the table next to Majima's foot.

“Don't bust my balls in front of the spider!" Majima retorted.

“The spider doesn't care." Kiryu said flatly.

“I care!" Majima's outburst causes Kiryu to chuckle a bit.

“Alright, where's this…. Uh..?" Kiryu trailed off, noticing the spider was no longer where Majima was pointing. In fact, it seems to have disappeared.

Majima's eye went wide.

“Ohgodwheredafuckdiditgo." Majima said, spinning around frantically.

"Are you sure it was real?" Kiryu asks, really hoping he didn't have to deal with a spider infestation.

"My little shits try to prank me with those fake ass spiders ya get with those dumb prank books, so I know when one of those fuckers is fake… that shit was real, Kaz." Majima says with a shaky breath.

"I believe you, Majima-san. We just have to find it now."

Kiryu trepidatiously walks into the kitchen, scanning every surface for the creature. Nothing.

"Do you see it out there?" Kiryu called out.

“No.” Majima replied, his voice now unusually small and coated with fear.

“Come back in here, then.”

Kiryu walks back into the dining room, and Majima meets him there. An idea flashes through Kiryu’s brain that he wishes he didn’t think of, but now he can’t let it go until he checks.

“I hate to say this… but stand still, and spread your arms out just a bit.”

“Haw?”

Majima seems confused, but obliges with Kiryu’s order. As quick as he can, Kiryu looks Majima up and down, trying not to linger in one spot for too long. He even lifts Majima’s jacket at places, ensuring the creepy-crawly wasn’t taking refuge directly on the Mad Dog and Majima hadn’t noticed.

“Ya checkin’ me out, Kiryu-chan?” Majima's slightly less fear-coated voice attempted to tease the dragon.

“Do you want to know what I’m actually doing?” Kiryu replied, repositioning one of Majima’s sleeves.

Majima falls silent as his eye goes wide, his flirtatious remarks falling away as what Kiryu assumes is a newfound fear fills him. He chuckles at Majima’s misfortune, but desperately doesn’t want to give him room to catch him off guard.

“The spider isn’t on you, nii-san.” Kiryu says, trying to feign confidence, and stepping back from him.

“Well.. it could be on you, Kiryu-chan.”

“What?”

Before Kiryu can protest, Majima starts to examine Kiryu up and down, taking noticeably a bit more time than Kiryu did with him. He silently thanks his past self for taking a shower that morning. Silence feels the space, and Kiryu becomes hyper-aware of every movement from Majima, and can almost feel his eye wandering around his body. Kiryu swallows, trying to erase whatever is happening from his own mind.

He feels his shirt lift slightly, as Majima's warm breath hits his lower back, and Kiryu has to fight an oncoming rush of redness to his face. Majima giggles quietly, noticing Kiryu’s fists clenching.

“Ya like that, Kiryu-chan?” Majima says almost against his skin, making the fight even harder for poor Kiryu.

“Now’s not the time, nii-san.” Kiryu says through gritted teeth. He wasn't even sure what was happening, just that it couldn't happen now.

The two then hear a loud stomp, and both men practically jump out of their skin. Kiryu feels the back of his shirt fall into place as he turns towards the entrance to Morning Glory. His heart immediately slows as Haruka enters the space and sees him staring in her vicinity.

"Hey, Uncle Kaz! Are the pocket cars done yet?"

"Hey, Haruka. Uh…. Not quite. There's only a couple more left, but I got a bit distracted by a bug." Kiryu looks behind him, and sees Majima's eye wide, practically pleading with him. Kiryu resists the urge to smirk. "Majima was helping me find the bug, but we seem to have lost it."

Majima's eye goes back to normal, gratitude filling it. Kiryu smiles ever so slightly, and cocks an eyebrow to say 'You're welcome.'

“A bug? You mean the big spider?”

Kiryu sees Majima’s eye go wide again.

“Did you see it, Haruka?” Kiryu asked his daughter, shifting his focus back to her.

She nods, and holds up a shoe that Kiryu only now notices is in her hand. “Don’t worry, I killed it. I have to wash the bottom of my shoe though.”

Kiryu lets out a small laugh as Majima sighs next to him.

“Nice work. Just don’t leave any spider bits in the sink.”

“I won’t.” Haruka then turns to Majima. “Oh, Uncle Goro. Taichi and Mitsuo were asking for you.”

Kiryu sees Majima go through many different emotions at once.

“Oh… uh, I’ll be down there in just a second, Haruka-chan. Just have to… y’know, actually do what I wanted to do up here.”

Majima and Kiryu exchange an awkward glance, as Majima clears his throat and walks into the kitchen.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Kiryu looks down at his daughter.

"No. I think that's the first time he's heard you call him that. Must've got to him."

Haruka nods. "Makes sense. See you in a bit, Uncle Kaz!"

Haruka runs into the kitchen. Kiryu sighs, and chuckles to himself.

How did I get so lucky?

Shaking his head, Kiryu walks back into his room, and decides to pay attention to the voices he can hear through the thin walls of the orphanage.

“You wanna see the spider?” one says.

“HELL NO! Get that shit away from me, Haruka-chan!” the other shouts.

A chorus of female giggles echo into Kiryu’s ears, and he smiles. Sounds like he’ll have to invite Majima back to the orphanage, especially if he’s getting along with Haruka enough for her to tease him.

Though, he makes a note to check for spiders if Majima agrees to come back.

#my writing #ao3 #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #haruka sawamura #kazumaji #link in title #*rings bell* come get your food kazumaji nation #first fic since Tojoctober! a fun one to write too :)#glad the energy from tojoctober carried beyond the month #more will definitely be coming!#Just decided to put the ao3 link in the title... makes more sense :)

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macatt4c · 6 months

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another day, another oc insert!

Rare Occurrence

Rating: General Audience

Relationship: Majima Goro & Original Female Character

Tags: One Shot, Yakuza 1 Spoilers, Father-Daughter Relationship, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Stabbing, Hospitals, Swearing

Word Count: 2,027

-> [AO3 LINK] <-

Ever since she waltzed into Kamurocho (as well as his life) nine years ago, Goro Majima made it a point to be the only person to take his daughter to and from the train station before and after school. Sure, he could easily order one of his subordinates to drive her around, but this was his daughter, his sweet baby girl who had a huge target on her back just by existing. It was his duty as her father and protector to ensure her safety when she wasn’t at school or home. That being said, there were occurrence where there was no way he could be there, so naturally, he sent his most trusted man to go in his place.

This most trusted man was obviously Nishida.

The sight of her father’s second-in-command waiting for her in front of an unmarked car was (ironically) not a strange sight for fifteen-year-old Renko. She knew Nishida quite well and trusted him just as much as Majima himself did (although the patriarch would never admit such a sentiment), but his appearance in what had mainly been her father’s place in her daily routine was setting off all the alarm bells in her head.

“Welcome home, Young Miss.” Nishida greeted Ren with a respectful bow of his head. “I hope your day was pleasant.”

Ren didn’t hesitate to voice her concern when she finally stopped a few steps in front of him. “Where’s my dad?”

The nerves were practically crystal clear on Nishida’s face. His eyes were averted to the side and his body language was tense, as if he was bracing for some sort of physical attack.

“The boss is a bit tied up at the moment.” He responded, just barely meeting her eyes. “So he sent me to collect you instead.”

Ren furrowed her brows. “’Tied up’? Can you be more specific?”

“Uh…” Nishida hesitated before quickly turning on his heel and opening the backseat passenger door. “He wants me to bring you home without delay. We should get going.”

Even a blind person could see how obvious Nishida was trying to avoid the question, but Ren followed his request and climbed into the back seat. Nishida wasted no time in getting in the driver’s seat and pulling the car from the curb.

“Are you just not going to tell me what’s going on?” Asked Ren, the concern from before now starting to turn into anxiety.

“Not out in the open.” Nishida responded, staring ahead at the traffic before him. “Nishikiyama Family wandering about.”

Ren nodded. As much as Majima stretched himself thin to shield her from his true career as a high-ranking Yakuza, she wasn’t stupid. The man doesn’t have a single discreet bone in his body. I mean, was he genuinely trying to convince Ren he was just some self-made entrepreneur when he walked around in only a tacky snake-skin jacket and outdated leather pants?

“How bad is it?” Ren asked, now leaning forward as close to the driver’s seat as she could get.

Nishida pressed his lips into a thin line, still hesitating to disclose anything to the teenager. Maybe Majima ordered him to keep his mouth shut so her asking all these questions was making him go through some internal conflict?

But finally, when Nishida did speak the truth, Ren half wished he just kept his mouth shut.

“Your father’s in the hospital.”

Ren froze in her seat. Her dad? In the hospital? He hadn’t gone since before Kiryu-san was sent to prison (ironically because the former was doing something stupid in a failed attempt to impress the latter). Had something happen when she was in school? He was fine when he dropped her off. Or at least, he seemed fine. He didn’t have any major health issues as far as she was aware. But then again, if Majima was suffering from something, would he even tell her in the first place?

“He’s not dying or anything like that.” Nishida continued, most-likely to break the tense silence growing in the car. “Just got stabbed in a fight.”

“He got stabbed?” Ren’s voice rose to a volume that made Nishida flinch. “What the fuck was he doing? Scrapping with street kids for pocket change?”

“Language, Renko-san.” Nishida sighed as he pulled onto the street that would lead them to his boss’s apartment. “But no, he got ambushed by some members of a rival family. They thought they could get more recognition for pummeling and humiliating the notorious Mad Dog of Shimano.”

“So what did my dad do?”

“Took them all by himself. One against… five, I think? He managed to take them all down when an extra one came out of nowhere and got him in the gut with a blade.”

“Shi- Shoot.” Ren corrected herself just as Nishida gave her a look in the rear-view mirror. “When did all of this happen?”

“About three hours ago.” The car then made its final stop on the curb in front of luxurious-looking apartment building. “I am actually supposed to go pick him up when he gets discharged later, so you will have to stay home by yourself for a bit.”

Ren looked at the Yakuza with a confused look. “How do you know he’s getting discharged so soon?”

Nishida held up his phone. “Been getting regular updates from the guys still at the hospital with him. Luckily, the blade didn’t hit anything important and he just needed a few stitches.”

Ren’s shoulders slumped almost comically in relief. “Good… that’s good.” She then grabbed her schoolbag from the floorboard and shimmied her way across the backseat to the door facing the sidewalk. “Please call me when you’re on your way with him, okay?”

Nishida smiled warmly. “Of course. Take it easy until then, alright?”

“I’ll definitely try. Thanks, Nishida.” And with that, Ren slipped out of the car and made her way into the building.

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It was a bit past midnight when Ren was awoken by a loud commotion coming from the living room. Rubbing her eyes, she threw on a sweater from a nearby chair and made her way out of her room just in time to catch a glimpse of an all-too-familiar snake-skin jacket. Sure enough, Majima was bracing himself against the kitchen counter when she came out into the main space, but there was a pained grimace on his face until he saw her, in which he forced his typically carefree grin.

“Renko-chan~!” Majima greeted his daughter with an attempted sing-song tone. “What are yah doin’ up so late? I thought yah conked out by now.”

Ren wasted no time approaching her father, smiling. “I was, but you woke me up.” She then scanned her eyes over his body for any visable signs of that day’s events. “Are you okay? Are you in any pain?”

Majima huffed, waving a hand dismissively. “Perfectly fine. Ya should have seen the poor bastards that jumped me. Had them crying for their mamas before I even broke a sweat.”

“I’m sure you did, dad.” Ren was now moving toward the stove. “Are you hungry then? Or maybe you want some tea? I can heat up a kettle and there’s leftover takoyaki in the fridge we can split.”

This quick succession of questions seemed to sober up Majima enough to frown at his daughter. “Since when do ya offer to make tea and share meals? You’ve always refused to touch the stove and threaten to claw my eye out if I even think about touching yer food.”

Ren shuffled her feet and scratched at her collarbone, a peculiar habit Majima knew she did when she was trying a hide something. “Well, you just got home and who knows what kind of garbage they tried to feed you at the hospital. I know you hate what they got and you love takoyaki. Besides, after all that’s happened today, I’m fine with sharing it.”

Majima was frowning now, but it wasn’t an angry dad frown. It was a concerned dad frown, and a frown Ren knew very well. Majima was always concerned about her, scared that something bad was happening and she was refusing to tell him. He had the same frown when she didn’t tell him about how she had been catcalled by some guys on the street (what led to him escorting her everywhere) or when she lied about how she was being bullied by some girls in her class (which then resulted in her switching homerooms). If she didn’t tell him about what was going on in her life, how was he supposed to fix all the bad things?

“Were ya worried about me today?” Majima asked, dropping his voice into its natural lower tone, something he did during the rare moments it was just them two at home.

Ren felt the pain in her throat before her eyes welled up with tears. She let out a soft hiccuping sound, making Majima push himself off the counter and make his way around the counter to pull her into a tight one-armed hug. He didn’t care if the contact was making his still-sensitive stitches throb, all he was focusing on was how his little girl was tightly grasping his jacket and the soft weeping emanating from her.

“It’s alright, kid.” He attempted to soothe her while pressing his cheek into her hair. “I’m still here. Nothin’s gonna take me out anytime soon. I promise. You got nothin’ to worry about.”

The two of them stayed like this until Ren’s weeping dissolved into soft breathing and she finally pushed herself away from his chest. Majima’s heart ached at the sight of strands of black hair sticking to his daughter’s red tear-stained face.

“Please stop getting into stupid fights.” She managed to murmur, looking up weakly at her father. “I don’t wanna come home and hear that something worse happened.”

Majima didn’t speak immediately. He couldn’t promise to not fight anymore smartass punks that decide to go toe-to-toe with him, but maybe he can tone down on seeking them out for an adrenaline hit? It’s just been so long since he’s actually had a decent equal brawl that left his heart racing and feeling what it was really like to be alive. His dear Kiryu-chan has been in the slammer for five years now, and there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t miss him (of course, he would never admit such a thing to anyone, even his own kid).

After a few more moments of silence, Majima sighed. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll stop pickin’ fights, but only because it bothers yah so much. Don’t want yah losing sleep over your old man tryin’ to fighting everyone on the street.”

Ren took a deep breath before a soft smile formed on her lips. “Thanks, dad.”

“Anythin’ for you, kid. Now, you should really head to bed. Got a big day ahead of yah.”

Ren groaned. “It’s just another boring day at school.”

Majima scoffed. “Haw? You think ‘m sending yer ass to school tomorrow? Nah, yer stayin’ here with me for the day. Need someone to look after me while I’m healin’ up.”

“But I really shouldn’t miss anymore school-“

“Oh, so yah want to go to school tomorrow?”

“I didn’t say that.”

A few chuckles were shared between the father and daughter before Ren finally let out a long yawn. She didn’t even try to deny it before she was pressing her forehead into Majima’s chest, which made him chuckle again and give her head an affectionate pat.

“Goodnight, dad.”

“Night, kid. Sweet dreams.”

And with that, Ren stepped around her father and shuffled her way back down the hall and into her bedroom. Once Majima heard the sound of her bedroom door clicking shut, he slumped against the counter once again, letting out a long exhausted sigh.

He didn’t like making his little girl upset, but this kind of shit came with the job. If he had sent her back to Osaka when she first showed up…

He shook his head, dismissing the thought. No, he was gonna do better. He had to do better.

Anything for his kid.

#ao3 crosspost #fanfic #fanfiction #oc fanfiction #oc insert #yakuza x oc #yakuza oc #yakuza #yakuza kiwami #majima goro #goro majima #goro majima x reader #majima goro x reader #fluff #sngst #macthedrag0n

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ymiwritesstuff · 2 years

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Tainted by Crimson

Yeah I couldn't help myself, I had to write more for Majima lasdjaslkdjs. This one like I said earlier, has an entirely different feel compared to the last one, lots of angst, fluff, hurt & comfort. I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please enjoy!!

Yakuza 0

Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: After spending who knows how many hours alone in your less than glamorous apartment, he finally comes home to you in the way you were least expecting.

Notes: Angst, fluff, mentions of violence, aftermath of violence, blood, swearing, serious injuries, comfort, no spoilers

Also posted on AO3!

There was an eerie silence all over the apartment, the sounds of the radio fading away as the device slowly ran out of batteries. It was inevitable, the damn thing had been playing broken tunes for some time now. Slowly, you turned to look at the time. It was late, so late you could see the moonlight seeping through the curtains, providing some illumination. Perhaps you should have turned on a lamp or two.

The bowl of ramen on the small coffee table in front of you had gone cold hours ago, you didn’t think you even touched it once. You had no appetite, not when worry troubled you so. It jabbed at your insides uncomfortably and killed all chances to think of anything else, much to your dismay.

You hugged your arms in an attempt to calm yourself. Every small sound around you fell on deaf ears, yet the occasional and distant police siren that passed caught your attention almost too well and did little to ease your anxiety. Your mind traveled to the worst places when you heard the piercing noise, and you chided yourself for that. However you couldn’t help it, you had been waiting for too long.

Usually, you would be in bed at this hour, enjoying a much-needed sleep after a long day. The thought of the comfort awaiting you just a few steps away was appealing, painfully so, as it felt like it was barely out of your reach, the only thing in your way was your own stubbornness. You wouldn’t sleep, not yet, despite your eyelids growing heavier by the minute.

Tonight was different, it seemed. And to some extent, it frightened you. Some part of you always expected something like this, nights on which he would come to you later than usual. But you had no clue just how much it would affect you. Your uneasiness kept you awake and for a moment you wished you didn’t know just how much danger he was putting himself in day by day. You were sure he wasn’t telling you everything and perhaps you were somewhat grateful for that.

Still, you worried for him. Especially when surrounded by the utterly grueling silence you only wished to be filled with his charming laughter. Despite that, you knew there was little to worry about. He always came back fine, maybe with a couple of bruises from street fights he seemed to quite frequently get into here and there, but he was always in one piece, wearing that silly, slightly sheepish smile on his face.

More than anything, you just missed him. That’s why you waited. You wanted to go to bed with him, as you could not stand the feeling of empty space next to you during the night, it was too similar to the one you were experiencing now.

Your gaze shifted once more, this time towards the opened window to your side. You had wrapped your arms around your knees and leaned your head on them. As you watched the night your thoughts flew. The thought of laying down was inviting, and that was what you subconsciously tried to simulate with your position. It was comfortable but not comfortable enough to bring you to sleep. Although feeling the entire day’s worth of exhaustion weighing on your entire body, sleep was difficult to resist.

Maybe if you just rested your eyes for a bit, it would help ease the overwhelming tiredness. Your poor eyes were already struggling to stay open, you’d just have to allow them to close themselves for just a few moments and that would most likely give you some energy back whilst you waited. A yawn emerged and with it, your eyelids began to fall slowly. And you let them, just for a bit. Just for a tiny, little-

The front door rattled and your eyes shot open. Immediately you straightened yourself, got up, and headed for the source of the sound, all of your previous fatigue suddenly fading away. It felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders. He was finally here, and you couldn’t help but smile as you stopped in front of the entrance.

The door opened slowly, unusually so, but you failed to notice it, as you were far too ecstatic to throw yourself in the arms of the man you had been waiting to arrive for hours.

However, your smile fell and your previously joyful expression got replaced with one filled with woe as soon as you laid eyes on him.

Majima looked back at your frozen form, regret filling his entire being as those worry-filled eyes of yours pierced right through him. His hand was on his stomach, clutching it in pain and your gaze immediately noted how his white shirt had become stained with blood. You did not even dare to guess whose it was.

“Shit..” He croaked out, voice broken, and rueful. “Thought you’d be sleepin’..” He attempted a chuckle, but it scattered into a cough. Between his lips, he held a cigarette, and with its small flame, you could see the bruises tainting his face and the trail of blood under his nose. He was barely standing, holding onto the door for support, his one remaining eye just slightly open. He had abandoned his coat and let it fall to the ground.

“Goro…” Your lower lip quivered at the sight of him, it broke your heart. You didn’t know what to say, the shock of what you were seeing was far too much for you. He looked so exhausted and weak, it was overwhelming. This wasn’t real, he was supposed to be fine, and he promised as much. The reality, however, was staring right at you, taking the form of the damaged man.

Majima noticed the way your gaze became glossy and how your form began to tremble. Guilt latched itself to him. He shouldn’t have come at all, seeing you like this pained him far more than the injuries ever could.

“Hey, hey. Don’t-” He tried to approach you, but found himself hissing in pain as soon as he tried to take a step further inside. It burned all over. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been in this much pain, but what troubled him the most was that he knew he would fail to convince you that he was fine. Deep down even he knew he wasn’t.

Majima’s stumbling seemed to wake you up, as you were quick to grab onto him, helping him stay up. You looked at him worriedly, brows frowning at his brutal wounds, but soon came to the realization that this was no time for you to be crying. Hell, if someone was to cry it should’ve been him. He was barely conscious. You forced yourself to extinguish the tears that threatened to fall out, and promptly began leading him to the bathroom.

You heard him groan next to you, but that was as far as his protests went. He seemed to have swallowed his pride, for the time being at least.

“What happened?” Your voice was quiet, just barely able to lift your question into the silent air. Truthfully, you did not know if you even wanted to know what had caused him to come home to you practically looking like a corpse, but the question came out regardless. He sighed, more so out of frustration as he recalled the events.

“This ‘n that. Buncha fuckers jumped me, got kicked a few times, one of ‘em had a gun-” You snapped your head towards him at that. “I got no extra holes in me, I promise.” He raised one of his hands defensively. You sighed in relief. A bullet wound would have been significantly more difficult to deal with.

Once you made it to the humble bathroom of your apartment you helped him sit down. Under the light, you could see the extent of his injuries better. The poor man was clearly fatigued, you could see it in the way his body was barely able to stay up. You would have to make this as quick as possible.

You pulled out a single stool from a corner and dragged it in front of him before walking to the door of the bathroom and briefly glancing at him.

“Just a second.” He somehow managed to grin slightly.

“I’ll be here, doll.”

Scoffing a little at his comment, you headed for the kitchen. Somehow, your past self knew you would need ice packs and other supplies one day, maybe for a sprained ankle or wrist, or in this case, the nasty bruises and cuts that laid upon Majima’s body. Your face dawned a grimace just thinking about it. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what had caused them.

Sorrow stuck to you as you thought about it. All of it. What he was doing, how he got into more and more fights as time went on, and how you wouldn’t have the slightest clue about what to do if something happened to him. He was strong, incredibly strong, you had seen it firsthand more than enough times. Yet he tended to be arrogant, too confident in his strength, and now that you had seen the results of what you were most certain was him biting off more than he could chew, you never wanted to witness it again.

After collecting the necessary items, bandages, towels, and whatnot, you stepped back into the dimly lit bathroom. Immediately a smell infiltrated your nose quite fiercely. Smoke. He was still smoking. His head was leaning back as he exhaled the toxic vapor from his mouth. Majima looked surprisingly peaceful, the half-burnt cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, the faint smoke surrounding him disappearing slowly.

You wondered what was going through his head and how he was able to remain so calm, despite his body being in immense pain no doubt. You frowned. You could only hope your help would ease his discomfort even a little bit. It would be challenging, given the quantity of his wounds, but you knew where to start.

Majima’s half-lidded eye shot open when he felt you snatching the cigarette from between his lips, and he could only watch as you pressed the stub against the sink, killing the flame and some light from his expression. It was understandable, though. You hated this habit of his after all. Still, he let out a noise that could only have been interpreted as a whine of sorts.

“How cruel…” He complained, but you caught the usual jesting tone in his voice. You knew it was merely his way of trying to make the situation seem less alarming. It was somewhat working, as you cracked the tiniest smile at his words.

“You gotta hold this to your head, okay? It should help with the swelling.” You sat down in front of him and gently took his hand and placed the cold ice pack on his palm, helping him guide it to the bruise on his head. His face twisted slightly at the tingling sensation. Your warm hand lingered on top of his for a moment, helping him press the pack to his wound. A treacherous yawn escaped your mouth and Majima was quick to catch it with his eye. His gaze fell.

“Man, ya really shouldn’t be doin’ all this. I was really hoping you’d have dozed off by now.” He sighed heavily, feeling the guilt of being treated by you at an hour like this. If only he had been more careful with the fights he picked. You shouldn’t see him like this.

You ignored his comment and tilted his head up, just enough so you could wipe off the dried-up blood from under his nose with a towel. Majima let out a breath he had apparently been holding at the feeling of your soft hands on his face. The action was familiar for both of you, you had treated some minor wounds like this in the past, except those times, he did not flinch as you cleaned him up. Someone must have truly wanted to kill him. The thought made you frown.

As you continued examining and cleaning his face, Majima couldn’t help but stare at you and note just how concentrated yet exhausted your expression was. It was clear that you had spent a lot of your energy staying up and waiting for him, but you were still selflessly offering your help despite the fact that even a blind man could see that you yearned for comfort in your bed.

With your brows frowned, you worked your magic, making sure to wipe off every little speck of dirt and blood on that handsome face of his. Some strands of his raven hair had become loose, so with your finger, you gingerly brushed them to their place. You always started with his face, which might not have been the most practical order of doing things, but you just despised seeing his face so… Ruined. It sounded harsh, even to you, but every time he came to you even with only a single bruise on his temple, you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

He had already lost an eye, you wouldn’t stand for any more injuries to his face.

You leaned back just a bit to see the result of your work. You were more than pleased to see Majima’s face mostly rid of the blood and mud that had tarnished it. Your eyes ran over the bigger cuts on his face and you ran your finger over one of them. He flinched and you were quick to apologize. It wasn’t too alarming of a cut, thankfully. Time would heal it eventually.

Something in the corner of your vision caught your attention and you soon found yourself looking at Majima’s upper arm and the crimson stain on his sleeve. Your eyes widened, how had you not noticed it? Majima exhaled deeply, he was hoping you would not pay attention to the massive cut on his bicep, alas, nothing escaped your watchful yet caring eye.

Fueled by worry once more, you unbuttoned his shirt carefully, sliding it off him and making contact with the skin of his shoulders with your hands. The wounds revealed themselves like a snake coming out of hiding, and you felt an uncomfortable prickle in your core once you looked at his stomach that he had been clutching earlier.

“Oh…” Your voice broke, and your shoulders fell. Majima could only look away as the expression on your face hurt him more than the clump of darkened bruises did. You swallowed a sob, trying to keep yourself calm despite the horrible view in front of you.

His midsection was littered with marks left by someone’s fists and heels, the impacts leaving him with bruises that looked so harsh, you truthfully weren’t quite sure if they would ever fade. You clenched your fists, frustration spreading throughout your being as tears threatened to pool in your eyes once again.

“You idiot…” If you hadn’t been so overwhelmed with emotions, you would not have let those words slip so carelessly, but you subconsciously threw them out there, immediately feeling something similar to guilt. Majima merely stifled a chuckle.

“Ouchie.” Your eyes had fallen to your feet, so you could not see the joking smile on his face, but you could hear it in his voice which had thankfully regained some of its volume. You were aware that your insult coated in worry for his well-being would not affect him in the slightest, however hearing it from his mouth relieved some of the tension that had dawned.

With a long sigh, you composed yourself, aiming your attention back at the cut on his upper arm. Even with the slight distance between you two, you could deduce that it was rather deep, though most of the blood had dried up, fortunately. You briefly glanced at the bottle of disinfectant you had brought with you. The fun part was about to commence.

“I have to clean that,” you announced, to which Majima sighed softly. He straightened himself and placed the partially melted ice pack into the sink, satisfied with its assistance. He was already feeling better, even though the work you had done so far wasn’t that excessive. That’s what the next part was for. It was to be expected, the slash on his bicep burned and would no doubt get infected if it was left untreated.

You stood up next to him and poured some of the liquid on a cloth, glancing at him every now and then to make sure he had not drifted off. You assumed he was even more tired than you, so you did your best to make tending to him as fast as possible.

“This’ll probably sting a bit.” Your warning was an obvious one, and Majima was well prepared for it.

“S'alright. Used to it.”

You hummed quietly and pressed the cloth to his wound. There was an immediate, sharp burn and you noticed Majima adjusting his position to cope with the sting while muttering a swear or two. You gave him an apologetic look and continued cleaning his injury, all the while scanning his body for more wounds like this one. There was one on his upper back, right behind his right shoulder. It was a less severe cut, but one that needed to be cleaned nonetheless.

Majima closed his eye, the uncomfortable tingling of the disinfectant slowly fading as he was more focused on the feeling of your tender touch. It brought him comfort, it drowned the pain his body was under. One hand held his arm with utmost carefulness, while the other tried its best to get rid of all the bacteria that had emerged without causing him any more discomfort. He smiled to himself. Perhaps he should get himself injured more often.

Content with the sanitation of his possibly most urgent wound, you carefully stepped behind him while sliding your hand along his shoulder as you moved. Your eyes glued themselves on the beauty that was his tattoo, the intricate design always fascinated you, and you often lost yourself in it. You worried that the ink had gotten damaged in the fierce struggle, but the cuts looked shallow enough, much to your relief.

As you held your hand on his bare shoulders, the tense feeling of his muscles made you frown. He never seemed quite relaxed enough.

“You need to go get yourself a massage one of these days.” You pressed your knuckles into his flesh for a few seconds before preparing to clean his wounds once more. He huffed at your comment, letting out a short chuckle.

“Why’d I go anywhere when you’re right here?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, pressing the damp cloth against his skin.

“You know my hands aren’t strong enough to turn bricks into dust.” Majima turned to glance at you at that, unusual warmth in his brown eye.

“Well, they’re the only ones I want touchin’ me.”

Something shifted in your chest at his words, stopping your process for a moment. He rarely spoke so earnestly from his heart, it caught you off guard. Though his words alone weren’t the most unusual, they still came out in the way you were familiar with, however, the way he said them was different. You don’t think you had ever heard his voice be so soft. It reminded you how vulnerable he must have felt.

Majima noted how the movement of your hand slowed down ever so slightly, the pains in his body seemingly fading away at your touch. He was sure they weren’t completely gone, but his mind that had calmed down significantly whilst you were with him no longer detected them. His eyelid was getting heavier, and you saw it.

“Hang in there for just a little more, okay love?” Keeping your hand on his shoulder, you moved to his side, kneeling next to him. Majima glanced at you and flashed you a small grin, you couldn’t help but mirror it.

You were almost done. The only thing left to do was to wrap some bandages around his arm, just in case the cut decided to put up a fight later on. Your eyes drifted to the vile bruises on his stomach and they soon filled with condolence. As they were, you could not do much to them. Not at this hour anyway. You had not predicted him having such marks on him, so you didn’t bring anything that could treat them, nor were you sure your apartment even had anything. You sighed quietly. You would have to make a trip to the pharmacy later.

Holding onto his arm once more, you lifted it up ever so slightly so you could wrap it up easier. You were certain that mere bandages probably weren’t enough, but unfortunately, you had no experience in stitching, whether it was fabric or skin. You made a mental note to yourself to ask him to go see a proper doctor in the following days.

Majima watched as his wound disappeared under the soft bandages and observed how your skillful hands worked. He was grateful, so incredibly grateful. You treated him so well, yet he couldn’t help but wonder if it was truly deserved. Time and time again, he came to you wounded, and every time he felt shame. The very first thought that entered his mind every time a violent fight was done was how you’d react to the sight of him upon his return. He hated that he knew exactly how your face would twist into a worried frown.

But in spite of that, you always helped him.

He was more than convinced that tonight, you couldn’t take it anymore. The nature of his injuries was far too ferocious, and if he were honest with himself, he was not sure how he was still standing. This would be crossing the invisible line you had hidden in your mind, he had thought. Too overwhelmed with concern, you would not be able to deal with it anymore. He knew you worried, perhaps too much, and when he fueled that emotion with his unintentional carelessness, it pained him. It almost felt like a betrayal.

Apparently, that was not how it was for you. Because although you did hurt to see him like this so many times, you pushed the feeling aside in order to take care of him. Weeping would not help anyone, let alone him, so you quelled your tears.

You let out a breath that you did not even realize you were holding as you finished your work. Running a finger over the freshly wrapped bandage you made sure it would stay on for the night. It was snug, but not too tight. You smiled in satisfaction and returned to your seat in front of the man you loved.

“There.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and carefully lifted his heavy head that had slowly been drifting down. “Almost back to normal.” You allowed yourself to let out a small laugh to which the corner of his mouth thankfully lifted upwards. He looked beyond exhausted, ready to drift off at any moment.

Majima then placed one of his hands on your wrist, holding onto it carefully. His hand was cold, quite the contrast to your warm one, but it still warmed your heart. Your eyes drifted to his darkened knuckles, and the dried specks of blood made you frown. Lifting yourself up slightly, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his forehead, right on top of a bruise that was on the smaller side. You could practically feel how his taut body abandoned all the tension and it brought you some joy, as it at least told you that he was presumably feeling less horrible and that your help had done its job to at least some degree.

You retreated from him, but held onto one of his hands, slowly running your thumb over his battered knuckles. The silence between you had turned into a tranquil one, rid of any possible tension that might have been there earlier. You were glad he was alright.

Majima looked at you, losing himself in the soft look in your eyes. Your gaze, framed with comforting warmth, dug itself into his most vulnerable places, spreading that warmth throughout his being. He hardly felt cold anymore. He could barely stay awake, and he wanted nothing more than to let his weary head fall and drift off to sleep.

“Do you need anything to ea-”

Before you had time to finish your careful question, Majima leaned forward, so suddenly you had close to no time to react. You caught him, and he rested his poor head on your shoulder, loosely wrapping his arms around you. He was so relaxed, you could feel his weight on your arms as you held onto him. Worry stuck to you until you heard him yawn softly.

“M'tired…”

His voice was but a whisper, so distant and faint, you could barely hear it despite him being practically glued to you. Your hand instinctively traveled to the back of his head, sliding his hair tie off and letting his raven locks cascade down his bare back. You hugged him, perhaps too securely. It had been far too long since you had embraced each other so, and though his condition was far from ideal, you were happy he still found the energy to hold you. It had been a selfish wish in the back of your head, one you did not think would be fulfilled tonight, yet here you were.

You were grateful, but so was he, incredibly so. Majima could not help but think just how lucky he was. He did not how it had happened, but somehow he had been blessed with an angel taking the form of the person he clung to at this moment.

Finally, the tears you had been holding back fell down your cheeks. But you smiled. Gone were the feelings of frustration and worry, you had blocked those off for just a moment. Right now, you wanted to enjoy the embrace you had been missing.

With your hand on his head, you closed your eyes, letting out all negativity that had plagued you in a single breath. Tonight, you would sleep well.

And so would he.

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