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Being a foreman was tough work, but as far as civilian jobs go, it’s not the worst he’s had. He’s certain it’s not an average foreman job, he doubts any other foreman’s have to help command battles and keep a fellow ex-yakuza from spilling too much blood all over his own materials. Still, it’s satisfying work. He sees the appeal of slowly seeing a project fill in the gaps, even if they’re nowhere close to being done.
Thankfully, his duties don’t include that today. Majima had greedily taken him away into the lavish office he took over from the Florist, and was having him help with the coliseum work. Schedules, check ups, consequences for unsportsmanlike behavior. He made no attempt at hiding it was just because he wanted to be around Kiryu, see him smack some of the rowdy dudes around, but that didn’t stop Kiryu from joining him in the busy work he didn’t have to help with. He wanted to be around Majima too.
“Run an illegal fightin’ ring, and ya still have fuckin’ papers to fill.” Majima complains, scratching down names that likely only he could read in his hand writing.
“The Florist ran things pretty cleanly, all things considered.” Kiryu commented, filing away the latest finished schedule. He thinks he recognizes his own name somewhere in there, and undoubtedly the smile with one eye in his competitor's column meant another fight with Majima.
The Mad Dog leans back in the large office chair, made for a man opposite of his body type, “And now so do I, it just ain’t fair, Kiryu-chan! I ain’t made for this kinda stuff…”
Kiryu chuckles, “That’s how I feel sometimes, too. You’ll get used to civilian life, in your own way.”
Majima scoffed, then returned to his work. In place of conversation, Kiryu studies his expression, a bit worried he said something wrong. He knows how less than thrilled the man is with being a blue collar worker now, for a variety of reasons the man hasn’t opened up to him about. He doubted he ever really would. There was plenty he had opened up about, but anything about his former experience living clean was kept pretty tight lipped.
It was horrible, he broke free, and that was that. Kiryu was sure there was more, but he knew better than to push him.
However, in his thinking, his eye catches something. Not his expression, not anything to hint at what worries him under the surface, but something about his lips. Something on them. They’re the same color as usual, Kiryu knew that much, but they were… shinier. Glossy.
“Ya gonna keep starin’ at my lips or are ya gonna do somethin’, Kiryu-chan?” Majima’s teasing voice snapped him out of his studying, and he realized those shiny lips were now tilted up in a smirk.
Kiryu fumbled for a moment, then found the words he wanted to say. He could push on something small like this. “Are you wearing lip gloss, nii-san?”
The smirk falls, and for a moment, the dragon worries he pointed out something not supposed to be pointed out. Majima’s eye looks away, and in a rare moment of humility, he sees his pale cheeks go a bit pink. “...Yeah. Felt like it today.”
That was certainly out of the ordinary. Well, not the lip gloss part, but his reaction to it. He had expected him to tease more, say something about kissing him, or maybe something dirty. Majima didn’t often get shy. Who cares if he wore a bit of lip gloss? He did drag to work sometimes, and his men would have to deal with it, because someone wanted to see her foreman do some heavy lifting.
Oh. Kiryu knows who gets shy about her makeup.
Majima shifts under his stare, trying to keep up the tough act, “What about it?”
Still, it’s not confirmed. He smiles, warmly, in a way that fills Majima with a sense of dread, “Nothing. Just curious.”
“Psh, weirdo. Why ya so focused on my lips, huh?” Majima recovers easily, propping his chin up with his palm and looking entirely too much like a cat for someone with the reputation of a dog, “Wanna come kiss me stupid over the paperwork, handsome?”
“Not yet.” Kiryu hums, looking back down at the few more things he had to help file away. He searches for an excuse to continue looking into this, like a small puzzle. What fits as a way to get closer to Majima and see if it’s not actually him sitting across from him?
He feels in his pockets, and finds an empty pine candy wrapper. Sure, that’ll work.
He pulls the wrapper out, feigning remembrance, “Oh, I have to throw this away. Excuse me.” He stands and comes around the desk, finding the trash can underneath. Majima shifts the chair away to give him some space, but is caught when a strong hand suddenly comes to his thigh. Kiryu uses it to brace himself as he leans over and tosses the wrapped into the trash can unsuccessfully. An intentional miss, of course. He presses down on that thigh further when he kneels down to pick up his trash, putting it in the bin properly.
“K-Kiryu-chan, ya fuckin’ perv!” Majima cackles, the blush on his face deepening as he’s basically openly felt up under the guise of innocence he knows this man doesn’t have. Well, sometimes he does, but he knows groping hands when he feels them. “If ya wanted to grope me, ya could have just asked! That’d be way more fun than all this!”
Kiryu chuckles, a deep and quiet thing that he knew made Majima go crazy. But it made someone else go even crazier. “It’s not polite to interrupt a lady working, is it?”
“Lady?” Majima quietly echoes, taken aback. He stares up at Kiryu as he rises, eye wide and wanting him to go on.
When he stands up, he realizes he can look down the man’s abnormal choice of shirt from this angle. Normally there’s a simple gold chain there, but under the loosened collar were two longer gold necklaces, solid instead of chains. That confirms it for Kiryu. He’s not with Majima at all.
“I’m sorry for not noticing you sooner, Goromi.” Kiryu’s quiet apology, given in a tone that said he wasn’t really as sorry as he was proud that he figured it out, is enough to nearly make the woman in hiding swoon.
Goromi opens and closes her mouth like the fish behind them, in shock he had noticed at all. She wore different clothes than usual, sure, but she certainly wasn’t wearing any of her own clothes. It was a simple suit Majima had owned in the back of his closet, mostly for funerals or really important yakuza business. No tie or suit jacket, just a simple white button-down and black trousers. Everything that was Goromi was carefully hidden, but the man that was usually denser than dirt had found her.
Finally, she comes up with some kind of answer, the most pressing question in her head that’s a quiet admission she was caught, “How the hell did ya figure that out so fast?”
“Well, the lip gloss was my first clue.” Kiryu began to explain, “It’s true that you could have just wanted to, but you were shy about it. Goromi always gets shy when I point out specifics with her makeup.” Her gloved hand comes to her lips, not touching the shiny gloss that ratted her out. “Second, that wasn’t just to feel you up. I wanted to see if I could feel your fishnets under your pants, since I doubt they’d fit as well under tight leather than slacks.” He was even thinking through groping her? She thought he was just being bold. “Third… You’re wearing the necklaces I bought you on our last date.”
Thoroughly defeated, Goromi sits back, silenced for once. She’s silent for a bit longer than he expected, and suddenly Kiryu remembers who they are. Who they were. He wanted to ask why she was hiding, but when she ran a fighting ring full of convicts, it was easy to understand why from that angle. There was no doubt she could handle it, but that got tiring, didn’t it? “Um… I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to know, I just…”
“Ya got excited, ya always do, Kiryu-chan.” Goromi’s voice is sweet, soothing to his anxieties. She motions for him to sit back down, which he dutifully follows, much more willing to follow her silent command than Majima’s. “It’s fine, I don’t mind you knowin’. Hell, I’m glad ya did, that means I don’t gotta keep it all to myself.” Her voice doesn’t change too much, still in her lower register, but the mannerisms all change within a few seconds. She’s crossing her legs over top of each other, leaning over her desk in a way that makes her necklaces even more visible, and she’s holding up her head with the back of her hands instead of her palms.
Kiryu is glad she isn’t upset, but feels a bit awkward in his seat now. Seeing all her mannerism brought back brings him joy, of course, but the fact she’s hiding is concerning. Understandable, sure, but still concerning. He has questions, and she can read them on his face, so she does another hand gesture for him to get on with it.
“Have you… done this before?” He decides to start with. Not too invasive, still a peek into her thought process.
“A few times, yeah.” Goromi nods, willing to explain, “Pretty soon after we started goin’ out, I’d put like, pink lingerie on under the leather. Wasn’t the comfiest, but it’d help me feel a little bit better.”
“Is that part of how you realized it wasn’t just a joke to you?”
Goromi chuckles, “Yeah, figured a cis man don’t feel comfortable like that. It wasn’t a sex thing, I just felt… good. And when my men would call me a guy on those days, it wouldn’t feel good. I’d wear an actual shirt those days too, that should have been part of how ya figured it out!”
Kiryu scratches the back of his head, “I thought you just had some decency today.” He deadpans, earning a faux offended guffaw.
“Well ya wouldn’t be thinkin’ that if ya saw what was under it!” Goromi recovers, sending his imagination running wild behind those eyes that tried to stay stoic. She ate it up, pushing it further, “Ya wanna take a lil peek, Kiryu-chan~? Only cause we’re alone back here.”
She was still so confident, lewd, even when she’s dressed up like her counterpart. Kiryu doesn’t know whether to encourage it or save it for later. The lack of blonde hair, makeup, and dress didn’t stop her for a moment, huh? He cleared his throat, not knowing if he could stand being flashed and control himself, “L-Later, I… want to see it fully, instead.”
“N’awww, I wanted to see if I could get yer rocks off in public!” Goromi loudly whines, thoroughly disappointed, “I’d let ya bend me over this desk, let anyone who opens those big ass doors see the big bad dragon in the ring fucking the demon of it~”
“Goromi.” Kiryu sternly stops her, before his pants get any more uncomfortable. She cackles, letting the topic go as he forcefully changes it. “Anyway. How about we make the most of you being out tonight, Goromi?” He tries to go into that suave boyfriend voice she likes so much, the one he used to make her swoon, “Let’s go out on a date. I’ll take you back to your place and you can dress however you want for the night. After dinner, you can show me what’s under that suit. Deal?”
And swoon Goromi did. The promise of a happy ending certainly helped, and when Kiryu used that way too sexy deep voice of his, she could feel her legs already spreading. Food was also great. The best part, though, would be being able to dress as she wanted instead of how she should for the day. Her button-up would be a chrysalis for the butterfly that dances in the night.
“Ya got yourself a deal, Kiryu-chan~!”