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Standing on top of a roof while smoking and moping around brought Majima rather unpleasant memories, he could almost imagine the civilians walking the streets turning around and looking up just to stare at him, but he wasn't in Sotenbori, and that whole mess was already over long ago.
He was a free man, well, as free as any Shimano dog could be. That aside, he had a shit ton of money to waste, his own shit-for-brains men, and a certain stoic buff man he liked to stalk. So, what more could he possibly need?
More of that stoic buff man stuff , Majima thought, puffing out a cloud of smoke. And that was the problem; dressing up in all sorts of costumes to goad Kiryu into fights seemed fun and harmless at first until he started getting to know him better.
Don't get him wrong, he absolutely loved fighting Kiryu, he wouldn't stop his Majima Everywhere Operation until Kiryu goes back to his peak, nothing changed about that plan. But, he couldn't say that it was as fun as before, because his brain thought it was a fantastic idea to constantly think about him.
Getting all up-close and personal fighting with Kiryu made him aware of the way Kiryu's muscles moved, the way his eyes widened whenever Majima managed to dupe him into yet another fight, the way Kiryu scooted away from him whenever he was defeated because maybe he pulled that Pretends To Be Unconscious trick way too many times, but it was cute. Kiryu was cute, and he wanted him to touch him in non-violent ways, too.
Goro Majima? The Mad Dog of Shimano? Wanted to get his cheeks tenderly caressed with the same hands that sent him to a doctor the other day? More likely than you think, and it was fucking embarrassing . Kiryu got him acting like a schoolgirl having her first crush after he got a taste of the Girlfriend Treatment Kiryu dished out on him at SHINE last week.
"I'm fucked, aren't?" Majima laughed to himself again.
Maybe if he didn't go through with meeting him as Goromi, he wouldn't be standing there on a roof acting all depressed. But, fuck, how could he have known Kiryu would play along so well the entire conversation? Kiryu had her feeling special for a moment there, only to remind her she was actually trying to fight him when he refused that second date offer. He knew Kiryu wouldn't actually agree on a date with Goromi but Kiryu humored her long enough to ignite a small sense of hope. Goromi was indeed very heartbroken, she wasn't lying to Kiryu.
Majima looked through the pockets of his jacket. Ah, shit, be ran out of cigarettes. Time to go back.
He turned around, and suddenly, in the corner of his eye he noticed the devil himself, Kiryu, just standing there and observing him. Fan-fucking-tastic, exactly what he needed. When did he even get here.
"Kiryu-chan? Thought ya were a fucking ghost, next time don't stand in my blindspot so ya don't scare me again. Might just have to fight ya as compensation for the mental scarring!" Majima said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He offered a fight, but being in a three meter radius of Kiryu was the last thing he wanted, or else he would do something he would regret just to shut his brain up.
Is that how it's like to be Kiryu and have Majima chase after him when he was just going out to buy groceries…? Majima getting a taste of his own medicine wasn't fun. It was more than terrible, he wished he could just crawl into a hole and die. Why did Kiryu appear now out of all the 4 days he left him alone.
Looking unconvinced, Kiryu folded his arms. "You look like you need a hug more than a fight right now, Majima-san."
Oh, please don't do this to him.
Majima giggled. "What? Ya wanna hug me? C'mere, big boy." He opened his arms wide with his infamous creepy grin.
Don't play along this time.
"Only if you want one."
"M-Maybe…" Majima fake-stuttered and pouted while hugging himself. Half of him wanted Kiryu to do it, the other half wanted Kiryu to be put off and tch him while leaving.
Kiryu didn't do anything for a moment, he seemed to be weighing the pros and cons in his mind. Probably thought Majima would attack if he got any closer.
Kiryu started walking towards him, stopped midway to eye him suspiciously, while Majima kept the same pose and fluttered his eyelashes. Then continued when Majima didn't pull out his tantō.
"Uh," Majima dropped his arms at his sides, "Ki-"
Kiryu then pulled a dumbstruck Majima into his arms. "I don't know what's making you sad, but," his arms tightened around him, "I hope this makes you feel better?"
It took Majima a couple of seconds to register the fact there was no space between him and Kiryu. Chest to chest. No weapons were involved (if Kiryu's guns were excluded), no tiger drops, and no Majima sitting on Kiryu while pressing his tantō to his cheek situation. Just Kiryu trying to make Majima feel less sad.
And boy, was it not helping his situation at all.
Just when Kiryu started loosening his arms to pull away, Majima finally reacted and stopped him by wrapping his arms around his torso and resting his chin on his shoulder. Almost blushing in embarrassment at how desperate that might've seemed to Kiryu.
It was... nice. "If yer here to comfort me, don't half-ass it." He closed his eye and took in Kiryu's scent. Kiryu smelled like he showered before coming here. With a hint of cheap beer.
Kiryu made a sound of acknowledgement but didn't say anything.
"Say," Majima said, still hugging him, "What brought ya here?" He asked.
"I got a text from N-"
Majima immediately guessed who it was. "That fucking snitch…"
"Don't be like that, he cares about you."
"Yeah, yeah, so he texted you instead of hugging me himself like a man? How very caring of him. Bet he'll piss himself if he ever tries to."
Kiryu laughed. "Would you even let him comfort you?" He lifted his hand and placed it on Majima's nape, slowly stroking his hair, which prompted a surprised noise from him.
His eye shot open . Oh, you fucking bitch…
"Only you, Kiryu-chan," Majima lifted his head and whispered, his breath hitting Kiryu's ear, "get to hold the Mad Dog of Shimano like this and get away with it."
Noticing Kiryu's sudden tense muscles and the color seeping into Kiryu's ear, a lightbulb went off in Majima's head.
His very last surviving braincell was screaming at him to stop whatever he was attempting to do, but Majima was never one to follow orders so easily. Besides, if shit hit the fan, he could always write it off as trying to start a fight, Kiryu experienced first-hand how far Majima was willing to go for one of those Super Mad Premium Kiryu fights.
"Yeah? What else can I get away with?" Kiryu asked.
Majima frowned. He should've been happy at whatever Kiryu was trying to imply there, but something rubbed him the wrong way. He was talking like how he talked to Goromi at SHINE.
"Hey," he suddenly grabbed a handful of Kiryu's hair and yanked it back, "if this is your idea of a joke, it ain't very funny." The previous teasing attitude was gone, and replaced with annoyance.
"I'm not messing around." Kiryu said.
"Hm…" Majima eyed him up and down. "Can't say I believe ya. Why don't ya prove it with yer actions, then." He released his hair, and braced himself for disappointment.
But that disappointment never came, instead it was Kiryu's touch on his face. A gentle hand stroking his cheek, while the other managed to snake around his waist when he wasn't paying attention.
"May I?"
"?"
Kiryu done fucking did it, he broke Majima, he even hit him with that may I shit. He fucking knew Kiryu would be the type to be all romantic, but he wasn't ready for it. Goromi wasn't here, Kiryu wasn't in some pretend-customer mode, it was just Majima and Kiryu in each other's arms at Majima's favorite sad spot, with Kiryu asking Majima if he may kiss him.
"You...you may not!" Majima already let Kiryu have the satisfaction of catching him off-guard, and this was going too fast for him, even if it was exactly what he was fantasizing about earlier. He was going to drag this out for as long as he could and enjoy every second of it.
It was Kiryu's turn to be caught off-guard. "Didn't you…?"
Majima wriggled out of his arms quickly. "Take it slow, Kiryu-chan, you don't get to touch a man's goods before taking him out on a dinner first."
Kiryu laughed. "A dinner, huh? Alright."
"Make it a couple of dinners, then, and none of that cheap restaurant shit, I'm emptying your wallet on sushi and booze." Majima repeated his previous actions of hugging himself and batting his eyelashes.
Kiryu smiled some more. "I see that you cheered up now, I'm glad. Let me know whenever you're free, okay?"
"Expect a text from Nishida in the next couple of days. So long, Kiryu-chan!" Majima smooched the air and disappeared from the roof just like that.
Kiryu chuckled again, "You're as unpredictable as always, Majima-san. And…" He patted the wallet in his jacket, "it seems your time has come to an end."