Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima : Comfort

I've received some pretty bad news the last few days about my own health, had to be sent for emergency tests and shit, which are still ongoing, then I had to leave work early all of a sudden yesterday, because a member of my family has fallen really ill and my parents have had to leave to see them (they live like over 200 miles away)

I honestly feel so fucking numb. I need the comfort of mafia pirate man, and I hope this brings comfort to those in need of it too💔

I think Majima would be quite a comfort in his own weird way, I'm also gonna write Majima bathtime since I'm not working for at least a few days now

You'd been asleep on your sofa for at least a week. Your pyjamas were getting a little stale, and you hadn't gotten up to do anything except eat very occasionally or use the bathroom. Tissues flooded the floor, marked with tears and food stains.

With no contact for a few days, Majima had grown worried about you and let himself in, flicking the lights on and off with a shout first.
"Y/N?" he yelled through, readying his bat as he strutted through your hallway. "Ya home?!"
"In here," you mumbled from the living room, groaning under your duvet. Poking his head round, he didn't know what to expect, but he found a soft looking lump, bundled up in blankets.
"We ain't playin' sleeping dolly cases. Whatcha doin' under there? Eeehh??"

God. That stupid voice he did. It actually made you shudder with a small laugh.
"C'mon, Baby! Lemme see that beautiful face-uh... Oh."
Ripping back the covers, your cheeks were red raw from sobbing, tears still falling from your eyes.
"Ahh! Ya don't gotta cry! It's just me! I'll uhh, put this down." Swinging the baseball bat, he placed it lightly against the sofa, kneeling on the ground at your head and taking your hand into his own. "What's up? Did something happen? Say somethiiiiin'!"
Telling him your woes, he was attentive, swallowing everything you were saying.

"I feel empty as fuck. Numb. So I've just been sat here. Thinking."
"Well... Uhh... When'd ya last eat? That'll make ya feel better, won't it?! Get some food into ya, ay Cutie?" You were silent for a second, pouting as you tried to think back to your last meal. Majima glanced at the forgotten pizza box on the table, deciding it looked at least two days old. "Actually, don't answer that. I'm makin' ya some food, even if I gotta feed it t'ya. Wait here, I'll go fix ya something, okay?"
"Good luck with that. I haven't been shopping in over 2 weeks."
"Don't underestimate me, Darlin'! Majima'll do what he gotta to put a smile on yer face!"

Looking around your kitchen, there was practically nothing of any worth in it. Your dirty dishes from the week before were piled high, there was no clean cutlery and you had no fucking food. You were right. He decided his first point of call was pasta or rice, of which he found about two spoonfuls.

Okay, so that was out the window. You had crisps, and bread. He could make you a crisp sandwich, but you had no butter and the bread was out of date. Condiments were overflowing. Sauces, stock cubes and spices were plentiful where you hadn't used them.
"Fuck, girl. Yer gonna be wastin' away with these cupboards."
You had no milk, a tiny bit of cheese and some lanky looking vegetables in your fridge.
Ooh, but he found some eggs!! He decided it felt okay, but filled a bowl with some water and placed the egg inside, anyway.
"Now, which is it? The egg is fresh if it sinks, or if it floats?" Pressing a finger to his forehead, he thought long and hard. "Well, chickens don't fly... But chickens probably float in water... And eggs turn into baby chickies so... If they float... Guess they're chickies and not eggs." He frowned, thinking his logic through again. "But... Baby chickies don't fly, either. Fuck this. I'll smell it. I can make a single egg fer her. Brilliant."
Majima wandered over to your sink, checking over what was dirty. Pulling out your drawers, he found a wooden spatula, which would do for stirring, but now he needed to find a saucepan. He was emptying your cupboards when he realised you were only going to be eating a single egg, of which he couldn't actually work out whether it was fresh or not. Tapping his forehead against the counter, he was back to square one.
He wasn't feeding you just egg. No way.
Abandoning the egg, he fiddled around in his pocket, jingling change and finding about 1,000 yen. He was going to buy you something from the corner shop and make you eat it. Plan B. Great.
Striding back through to the living room, he picked up his bat and patted your head gently.
"Well, yer right. Ya got fuck all in. I'm goin' to the store."
"You don't need to do that-"
"NO buts. The only butt is yer ass on that damn sofa. I'll be quick. Move and I'll bite ya. They don't call me the Mad Dog for nothin', Sweetheart."
Of course, you agreed, allowing him to go and buy you some food. The nearest convenience store was only a street away, and Majima's long legs walked there pretty fast.