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ymiwritesstuff · 1 year

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What They Call You | Goro Majima, Kazuma Kiryu & Akira Nishikiyama

Hello, I'm here with some headcanons for some of the Yakuza boys bc I love them all and my brain is craving content for them AAAA! Anyway, here are some headcanons of what they'd call their s/o, hope you enjoy!! ❤️

Notes: Fluff, some mild suggestive themes, spoilers for Yakuza 1/Kiwami during Nishiki's segment, mild angst

Goro Majima

Darlin' - This one is the default for him, the one his s/o will hear the most. It just flows off his tongue effortlessly, he hardly even realizes he is calling you that in the first place. The drawl of his Kansai-ben also really adds to the experience, making the pet name feel extra unique and exclusive.

Doll - This is the one he uses when he really wants to sweet talk. And oftentimes he pairs it with remarks about how pretty you are in his eyes. There is some slight silliness in it but for the most part, his overly honeyed words and compliments are almost always accompanied by this pet name.

Baby/Babe - Putting these two together because I feel like he'd use both in the same situations. Though I feel like "Baby" would be more so used when he and his s/o are intimate. In general, though, he uses one of these to surprise you, as you are so used to his usual "Darlin'". When one of these leaves his mouth, he's silently asking something of you. Usually, it's sexy time.

Princess/Prince - 100% most used when he wants to tease his s/o or is in the process of pampering them with lavish gifts or an unusually affectionate kiss. With this one, he just wishes to let you know how highly he thinks of you and how important you are to him. It leaves you with warmth on your cheeks almost every time.

Kazuma Kiryu

Your Name - Listen, Kiryu isn't too big on pet names, simply because to him, there isn't anything better to call you than your name. It's just much more special to him than any other nickname could be. He likes your name, so why wouldn't he use it? Sure, his s/o might feel like it's somewhat serious and not as light-hearted as it could be with traditional pet names, but really, Kiryu just wants to let you know that your name is all that he needs to call you, because nothing else would be able to convey his feelings better, in his opinion.

Dear - Now, despite what was said in the previous paragraph, there are still some times when this man will use a pet name. This one in particular is used if he and his s/o are married. He's a traditional, gentlemanly husband, so he uses the most traditional pet name there possibly is. Admittedly, he felt strange saying it at first, but it quickly became second nature, and he soon grew to love calling you that.

Beautiful - This is pretty self-explanatory. Whenever Kiryu uses this one, he is simply describing what he sees. To him, his s/o is the most beautiful thing there is, and him saying this out loud, is a verbal confirmation of it that admittedly leaves you somewhat flustered.

Cutie Patootie - He tried this once after seeing it on the internet. Bad idea. You almost died laughing. Never again.

Akira Nishikiyama

Babe - Nishiki's default. This one is rather broad, as he uses it with anyone who happens to strike his fancy if he is not already seeing someone, so it doesn't feel as exclusive when he and his s/o do get together. However, he somehow is able to make it sound special and different compared to how you used to hear it before you officially started dating. The charming smile he so often wears is surely a partial reason for this.

Sweetie - This one is saved for his s/o. It's a lot more tender and dare I say, sweet, perfect for when you two have been together for some time. Usually, you'll feel a kiss on your temple or cheek right after hearing him call you by this pet name. It warms your heart and you cannot help but smile a little. He is always genuine whilst addressing you in this way, and you know it. You hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes.

Sexy - To absolutely no one's surprise, Nishiki is a flirt, and he knows it. Whenever he is in a teasing mood, expect him to whisper sensual compliments to your ear along with this pet name. He is fully aware of what he is doing and needless to say, this is a word he calls you a LOT during intimacy. Usually, it's mixed with praise or, you guessed it, more compliments on how amazing and hot you are to him.

Mine - SPOILERS FOR YAKUZA 1/KIWAMI! When he calls you his, it's usually out of fear, though anyone can see the underlying possessiveness in his eyes. Deep down, he doesn't want to lose you, not after having already lost so many people dear to him. His sister, Kiryu, he absolutely can't deal with loss any longer. You see the change in his behavior, hear the sternness of his voice, and hear the hunger in his tone as he claims you with his words. Pre-Kiwami Nishiki would never say it in such a way, hardly at all if we are honest, but he has changed, and he is desperate to have you stay with him. So he holds you tight, vigorously telling you how you belong to him.

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generatia · 10 months

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. °•★|•°∵[An Honest Mistake]∵°•|☆•° . *

Majima has a teeny little slip up and calls you by the wrong name when you wake up... Oops [Read More]

Inspired by Mistaken Makoto by Akimama on Ao3 * . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

You hurriedly put on your clothes as best as you could hopping down the hallway, pulling up your skirt and zipping it in swift motion with as much force as your angry body could muster, underwear and tights were long forgotten and left in the bedroom, deemed unessential as you made your exit. Desperately you tried to escape the muffled shouts coming from behind you through the door which you had previously slammed shut so hard that a few pictures on the wall had fallen. Anger wasn’t good enough to describe the sensation that was now enveloping your whole body, fire burned within your chest and your eyes started to swell up with tears, god you were pathetic, crying when you should be bursting with unfathomable rage.

The door behind you suddenly swung open, knocking down any remaining pictures that held. You had already managed to button up your blouse fully, tucked it into your skirt haphhazardly, and were navigating towards the front door, handbag in hand shaking furiously. “Darlin’ please, just let me explain.” Majima practically flew out of the door, sliding on the floor almost losing balance as he desperately trailed behind you in his underwear. Not a word as you put on your shoes, one hand rubbing the tears from your eyes.

Majima had caught up and was now practically grasping onto your arm, pulling and tugging to try to get your attention, crouching so that he was almost on his knees. “Darlin’ it was nothing but an honest mistake, I was tired, stupid, please…” Words were pouring out of his mouth at record speed, the jumble was sometimes hard to decipher as you pulled your arm away placing a hand on the handle of the door ready to vacate the apartment that suddenly didn’t seem like home anymore. Majima slid past you and placed himself in front of the door so that you couldn’t open it, arms sprawled out.

“Out. Of. My. Way.” Stern words, very unlike you. At this point he knew he royally fucked up, your tone was almost emotionless and detached. He never saw this side of you, it made his spine shiver.

“Baby please, it was an honest mistake.” Very, very bad choice of words. The moment that string of words had etched itself into your brain it felt like the world around you was crumbling, you felt like your knees were about to buckle and you could drop down to the floor with the earth crumbling beneath you, falling into a deep dark pit of nothingness. At this point you would rather disappear than have to face him. You looked up at him, his face was contorted with a mix of emotions, fear, regret and pity. Whether the pity was for himself or for you, you didn’t know, but what you did know is that you were seconds away from kneeing him in the crotch if he didn’t move. You took a deep breath in and closed your eyes, placing your fingers on the bridge of your nose squeezing gently.

“An honest mistake... No Goro. An honest mistake is when you buy the wrong type of bento, an honest mistake is when you forget to take out the laundry after it's done but what an honest mistake isn’t is when you call your girlfriend by another woman's name when you wake up.” You didn’t raise your voice at him, instead you opted to talk in a calm and collected manner, this in turn made his fear ever more apparent by the way he was plastering himself across the door. His body seemed to tremble as he attempted to put one hand on your cheek which you immediately swatted away at breakneck speed hoping that your message of wanting to be left alone would finally reach him but he was unrelenting, a fighter through and through.

“I know I ain’t got an excuse fer what I did but -” “You’re right, you don’t. Now get out of my way.” Your eyes were locked in a battle against his, your eyes full of fury and hellfire while his were timid and despondent. He was fighting a losing battle and yet he kept going thinking that maybe he could find the right words that could sway you to his side.

“[Y/N]...” The cutesy nickname was gone, his tone somber and full of regret. You let go of the door handle and backed away from him for a moment, you stood there assessing him. How could this man try and appease you at a moment like this, in your mind no words could make up for what he did. The agony you felt in your chest had spread its tendrils throughout your whole body making it ache, not often did you feel such anger it was making you sick to your stomach, feeling like you could wretch at any point.

“Goro, I need you to move before someone gets hurt.” You pinched the temple of your nose and closed your eyes momentarily hoping that once you reopened them this whole thing would turn out to be just a bad dream but, things weren’t that simple. Majima still stood his best in front of the door blocking your path, a stubborn and foolish man. “Can ya just hear me out? I ain’t asking for much.” Something about the way he said those words had finally tipped you over the edge, it was due to no fault of his though, from here on out you were guided by blinding anger. Anger that you could no longer control.

“No.” A snappy and short response. “I am tired of hearing you talk. I’m tired of seeing you. I’m tired of feeling like a replacement.” You stomped your heel against the wooden floor like a toddler, your vain attempt at anger seeming more pathetic than threatening but your words seemed to cut deep. Deep enough for even Majima to be stunned briefly, his eye widened in surprise.

“Huh?” Is all that escaped his lips.

“It’s her isn’t it… God I should’ve known.” You rolled your eyes, a maniacle grin spreading across your face. Majima hesitated for a second, carefully thinking what to say next but he himself was clueless.

“What the hell are yer on about? There is no one else.” He protested with a hint of bewilderment in his voice.

“Makoto.”

Silence. A long, uncomfortable, looming silence had filled the air. Both of you just stood there staring at each other, basking in the tension of the situation wondering which one of you would have the guts to speak up.

“So that is her name…” “How…” Majima leaned against the door for extra support, his knees buckling from shock sending him stumbling back a little bit before his back hit the cold polished wood of the door. He was no longer reaching out to you with his hand, instead it collapsed to his side.

“Remember that night, the night you came to me hurt and on death's door. The night Nishida dragged you in here? No, how could you…” You adjusted your bag strap further on your shoulder, your hands instinctively clasped together in front of you so that you could fiddle with your fingers, a sign of anxiety. “That night when I was tending to you, you spoke her name. At first I thought it was just an accident that I had misheard you trying to tell me something but I was wrong. You kept calling out her name during the night, at that point I had my suspicions but chose to let it go. I can’t ignore it any longer.” “It ain’t like that.” His voice was quiet, he put his hand behind his head scratching at a spot, averting his eye away from you. This was one of the few moments you saw the anxious side of him, the side he kept under strict lock and key for no one to see. It was a strange sight to see the man who was hailed as the mad dog of Shimano be reduced to that of a pup. Still, with newfound determination you decided you weren’t up for any more talking and pushed your way past him to the door finally making your way out of the apartment. As you were one foot out the door you felt a grip on your arm, a firm and tight grip bordering on painful. “Will I see you again?” His head was pressed against the side of the door, his good eye looking downwards fearing to meet your fiery gaze.

“I…I need time.” His grip loosened swiftly and his hand once again fell to his side. Without looking back you had made your way to the elevator at the end of the hallway choosing to ignore the tears that have now spilled over your reddened cheeks leaving watery trails that connected at your chin. It was a cool sensation compared to how warm your skin had felt, your whole body was on fire. It took all of your strength not to break down completely in the elevator, the ride feeling long and tedious. Were there always this many floors? Once you reached the bottom floor the dreadful walk of shame back to your shoebox apartment had begun.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . * Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/generatia/726459247440871424/an-honest-mistake-chapter-2?source=share

#yakuza x reader #majima x reader #goro majima x reader #light angst

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woofwoofwolf · 11 months

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Majima fic idea

It starts with Majima bringing readers dead body home, requesting that she be properly honored in death before committing suicide. From there the fic tells of them meeting up until reader dies.

#I'd love to write this but #i have never finished a fic in my life #the adhd is too strong in this one #I've just started writing fics that I don't publish bc I know i won't finish them and i can't do that to ya'll #Majima goro #majima goro x reader #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #reader insert #y/n #angst #tw

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atanx · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma & Nishikiyama Akira, Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Nishikiyama Akira, Majima Goro Additional Tags: Crack, Angst, by which i mean crack devolving into angst picking back up into crack again, Zombies, Reconciliation, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, ah yes canon divergence my beloved <3, Past Suicide Attempt, the kazumaji is very implied BUT ITS THERE

Summary:

Kiryu pushes through a crowd of people just standing there like complete idiots, knocking a lady to the ground while doing so. He's not getting caught, no matter what he has to do to avoid it. He runs out onto a bigger street - in his panic, he's not even really noticing which one it is - and hears more zombies drop down from rooftops and chase after him. He rounds a corner, running so fast that he almost slips and bumps face-first into a man's chest. Kiryu is about to push the man over and trample over him in his frantic escape and fuck the consequences when he hears a familiar voice- "Oi, what the fuck do-" Kiryu's eyes meet Nishiki's and they both freeze in shock.

#guyyyyys i wrote somethiiiing :D #ah fuck im so tired anyway dunno what possessed me to write this but i did #and then it devolved into angst because of course it did #just realised i should have added the fix it tag on ao3 oh well #nishikiyama akira #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #yakuza #rgg #yakuza kiwami spoilers #yakuza kiwami #yakuza fanfic #my stuff #if tumblr doesnt save all my changes again i will kill myself \j

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suguruslut · 1 year

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(Yakuza Kiwami 2 spoiler)

Ryuji didn't get any credit for taking out Takashima and it pisses me off😡😡 Terada this, Terada that, WHAT ABOUT RYUJI WHO ACTUALLY KILLED HIM THANK YOU VERY MUCH BIG TIDDY MAN

#yakuza series #ryuji goda #yakuza #yakuza kiwami 2 #kiryu kazuma #Terada #omi alliance #kansai #dragon of kansai #golden dragon #yakuza games #gwen rants #crime #japan #haruka sawamura #majima goro #jin goda #angst #death

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sentrysapper · 1 year

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lines r from a fic I never finished 🔥🔥🔥🔥

#nishida #majima #majima goro #yakuza kiwami #hes speaking to majima #in case that wasnt clear #yakuza majima #nishida yakuza #doodle #angst #light angst #drawing

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mejomonster · 2 years

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I am SO glad back in December when I had the random urge to get Yakuza 0 I also splurged and bought 1-5 as a present for myself cause I figured if I liked it (and my heart said I Bet I Will) then I'll want the rest of the games when I'm done

Boy past me, mejo dude, ur a hero, an icon thank u for ur insight it was an excellent choice u really were looking out for me. I finished Yakuza 0 last night and am THRILLED I could immediately start yakuza kiwami ovo)/

#yakuza kiwami #lb #rant #i know uvu thank u past me. anyway if u have any of my gaming tastes #YEP i can recommend yakuza games! excellent! fun! majima goro is God Tier honey pie apple of my eye #kiryu is the funniest noblest goddamn thug ive ever fucking seen its endearing #i got to be in thriller with michael jackson then disco with him in this game #then make him work in my real estate company #like??? idk what to say its an endearing mix of bizarre comedic small slice of life stories that are #balls to the wall bizarre. with heavy angst action intense yakuza murder thrillers #and u know me i love action and xomedy angst and heart #also a lot of mush in this tbh. very heartfelt leads.#also the minigames are fun as hell. then the main game ganeplay is action fighting #think like Nier Automata or Drakengard 3 or Devil May Cry #simpler in a lot of ways but very smooth for what it is wnd fun #my favorite modes are Majima with a BAT and kiryu as a dragon

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tovaras · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Dojima Daigo, Sawamura Haruka Additional Tags: Angst, Mental Anguish, Mental Health Issues, Established Relationship, Mental Breakdown, Suicidal Thoughts, Recovery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

After a series of unusual texts, Kiryu goes missing from Okinawa without telling anyone why.

While Kiryu is suffering alone, believing everyone hates him, someone else is desperately trying to find him.

Sorry that this chapter came out some so late, sometimes life just hands you a curveball and you got to try not to get hit in the face with it.<br /> This chapter, as well as the previous one, was edited by my wonderful friend: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/coraregina" rel="nofollow">Ao3 Coraregina</a><br /> They had their work cut out for them and they did a bang-up job!

#Yakuza #ryuu ga gotoku #kazumaji #Kiryu Kazuma #Majima Goro #My fic #Angst #Fanfiction #Fanfic

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dilfkuza · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro Additional Tags: Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 3 (Video Game), Morning Glory Orphanage | Sunshine Orphanage (Yakuza), Domestic, Angst, Longing, Canon-Typical Violence, Fighting Kink, kinda? tagging to be safe, KazuMaji Week 2023 Summary:

The worst part of summer coming to an end was having to say goodbye to Majima.

Kazumaji Week Day 2: Changing Seasons

#kazumaji #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #kazumajiweek2023 #yakuza #i keep saying i'll give them a happy retirement in Okinawa and everytime i am a liar :)#btw theres no actual sex in this just fighting. but its all the same to them anyways #this is the one i wrote in the middle of the night and got mad at myself for btw bc it started cute and then i happened #i NEED to write them being sappy and cute next or else!!!!!#(it says as it primarily produces angst content)#cy writes

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gazkamurocho · 3 days

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“The year is 1988. The young Goro Majima is a prisoner in Sotenbori and is forcefully working as the manager at the biggest and most successful cabaret in the city: The Grand.

During his captivity he discovers a way to momentarily forget his predicament. By freeing himself as ‘The Queen of The Night’, Goromi.

Together with his new-found love, Kazuma Kiryu, the two of them have fun and enjoy each other’s company as much as they can because their time together is limited and it’s almost coming to an end.

Kiryu will make sure to give Goromi and Majima a night they will never forget.”

It's finally here! The first look on the opening sequence of 80s Goromi doujinshi ❤ (title still in the works~)

More info about this project under the cut!

Different from my usual comic strips, this is a long doujinshi and the total page count will be something around 40~50 pages. Besides Kiryu and Majima, we will also have characters like Sagawa, Yuki-chan, Youda and the Sunshine Club girls making an appearance. The plot, script and scenes are all ready and I’m storyboarding and drawing the pages as I progress through the script!

This is also a R-18 adult doujinshi. There’s a lot of fluff, angst and fun interaction with the other characters but a good chunk (mostly half) of the comic will be dedicated to hentai (so rejoice you horny ones fdsjkfhdj). (For those who are curious about the spicy parts, it’s my established 80s Goromi and Y0 Kiryu’s dynamic: Goromi is the top and dominant one and, as a good and obedient boy, Kiryu will obey all of her orders and will do anything to please his queen. 👀 So basically, Goromi will destroy Kiryu dhsfksd)

I’ll be sharing the first 4 pages and then some random ones to the public, but after those, all new pages will be exclusive to my patrons on Patreon! I’m gradually posting over there WIPs, behind-the-scenes and new pages as I make them. I’ll always let you guys know on my social media when I post a new finished page on my Patreon!

I expect half a year or a year for the whole doujinshi to be finished. But the more support I have on Patreon, the faster I can make this doujinshi!

Once finished, I’ll make the complete doujinshi available for purchase in one of my online shops! Yes, this will be a paid comic. I’m pouring all my love for Kazumaji and 80s Goromi in this doujinshi but it also takes a lot of time and dedication to give life to this project so I hope you guys understand that decision. ❤ Of course, all the patrons who support the comic on Patreon will have the whole doujinshi available to them from the get-go.

It will first be available as a digital PDF but I’m also planning to release it in physical format down the road.

Making long comics has always been my true passion, ever since I was a little kid. And I also have other long adult doujinshi planned. If everything goes smoothly, this comic will be the first one of a series of Kazumaji doujinshis! ^^

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sikeade · 1 month

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you ever just? hit em with an angst doodle !!!!

#nishimaji #nishitani #nishitani homare #majima #majimagoro #majima goro #yakuza 0 #yakuza #angst #rgg #i miss og nishitani

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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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yyxandere · 5 months

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Ok but what if like darling made the yanderes ((from any ace attorney or yakuza character)) the second choice like y'know if darling doesn't get with the first person / first choice they'd go to the yanderes (?) I feel so bad to think of it but like H!$(2)?2{¢ - 🍎 anon

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🍎Anon, you just love your angst huh😭😭 {{{(>_<)}}}

They would be so devasted, they are willing to bare their entire heart for you, but only when you don't have another choice, always the second, it hurts yet, they are desperate for you and are willing to accept the fact that they are your second choice anything to be with you.

YAKUZA

Kiryu Kazuma, Goro Majima, Saejima Taiga, Shimabukuro Rikiya, Makoto Makimura, Reina, Tatsuo Shinada, Kiyomi Kasahara, Ichiban Kasuga, Eri Kamataki, Issie Hoshino,

ACE ATTORNEY

Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Maggey Byrde, Dick Gumshoe, Adrian Andrews, Iris Fey, Apollo Justice, Wocky Kitaki, Vera Misham, Athena Cykes, Juniper Woods, Robbin Newman, Raymond Shields, Sebastian Debeste, Katherine Hall, Espella Cantabella, Ryunosuke Naruhodo, Susato Mikotoba, Rei Membami, Albert Harebrayne,

No. They will not accept this. They ruined people's lives, careers,s and many more just for you, and all they get are you taking them for granted?! Disappointed and rage aren't even enough to tell how much they felt when they found out those facts. No one takes them for granted and that logic also applies to you. They will make you crave for them they will ruin your life, and when you reach rock bottom you will see them as your only choice.

YAKUZA

Akira Nishikiyama (Kiwami), Tachibana Tetsu, Goda Ryuji, Yoshitaka Mine, Takumi Someya, Ryo Aoki, Joon-Gi Han (6), Mitsuru Kuroiwa,

ACE ATTORNEY

Miles Edgeworth, Matt Engarde, Dahlia Hawthorne, Kristoph Gavin, Alita Tiala, Ga'ran Sigatar Khura'in, Simon Keyes, Mael Stronghart, Barok Van Zieks.

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macatt4c · 5 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

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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.

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