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It wasn't often Majima got a day to himself, let alone being able to spend it with his lover. He enjoyed doting on her whenever he could, one might even say that it could be one of his favourite past times.
Then why the fuck was he in bed alone?
Majima's eye cracked open, exposing itself to the bright room. The steel-grey eye darted around the room cautiously, searching for signs of occupation. He stirred, bare legs sweeping through the bed sheets, cooling with every newly discovered area. A huff, and he was propped up on his elbow; groggily looking about. The blue of the morning sky painted the white walls of the apartment walls, adding to the suprising chilliness of that particular June morning.
Majima sat up, looking out the window. The bustle of greater Tokyo was steady, with civilians treading on their way, trains taking their baggage to the next weighted stop, and cars synchronously flowing through the streets. He loved it here, wouldn't trade it for the world. Being able to share this life with her, the foreigner who somehow survived the streets of Kamurocho long enough to find him, it was unthinkable.
He swung his feet out of bed, settling them on the cold flooring. His body ached as a shiver ran through him. His last fight had left him pretty battered and bruised. Majima hoisted himself off the bed, limping towards the bathroom. He poked his head in, finding no one in.
Where the hell is that gal?
He came in further to the bathroom, eyes falling on the gaunt figure in the mirror. His body resembled that of a leopard, spotted with bruises and welts. Majima was the first to admit; He loved a good thrashing with Kiryu, but he could understand the concern of his girl. He had pretended to feel perfectly fine around her, to not notice her stirring when he arrived in the early hours of the morning, gasping quietly when he removed his jacket while undressing. He frowned, how the hell could he take care of her if he could barely take care of himself.
Majima sulked out of the bathroom, grabbing a pair of boxers to wear before roaming the rest of the house.
Real shitty way to start my day, feeling sorry for myself an' all that
He walked out of the hallway, brooding as he entered the kitchen. He was completely caught off guard looking up.
Y/N puttered around the small kitchen, quietly humming as she cooked. Majima watched in amusement; he had always known her as a driven, unconventional, and modern, so to find her doing something like this was a surprise.
As she turned, her eyes darted to the entryway, eyes settling on her partner. There was a pregnant pause between the two before Y/N smiled.
"Good morning, Goro-chan" she chirped, tilting her head slightly.
His heart leapt, causing Majima to suck in air through his teeth. His aches melted from his body, pushing him forward.
"What's all this, Y/N-chan?" His eyes scanned over her work in a much-needed distraction.
"I took you not leaving by six this morning as a sign that you were staying home, so I decided to make us some breakfast." Motioning to the food, they watched together, the savoury smell of fish first catching Goro's attention. He glanced at her, a small grin tugging the side of his face. God, he loved her, like no one else before. He almost couldn't keep it to himself.
"Yer too good for me... You know that right?" he settled his jaw in the crook of her neck, hugging her from behind. He held her tight to him, almost like he would wake up from this perfect dream.
She sighed blissfully, "Nonsense. Now go throw on some clothes- the rice is almost done."