Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima : Nightmare

Last week I was having quite a few surreal nightmares and this is something I wrote to comfort myself then.

He thought he was past this. The tenseness in his gut. The searing pain, muscles tired from pulling on his bonds. The blurred vision, the way hot blood seeped into his skin and stained his soul. The look in the bosses eyes.
The guilt. Eating away at him after all these years. He had no idea what became of his brother. No way of contacting him.

But now, he was alive. He was awake. His heart battered against his chest, ears ringing an absolute racket inside his mind. Sweat soaked him, matting his hair, but leaving the sheets dry, surprisingly.

In these moments, you were all he had.
His mindless gaze wondered over to the back of your head, hair all mussed up from sleep. You were so calm, steady breaths like a metronome keeping time during sweet music. How the hell he didn't wake you, he didn't know.
Kissing your shoulder, he murmured into your skin, focusing on your homely scent and the ends of your hair prickling his nose.
"I wake ya, Doll?" he whispered gently. No answer. A chuckle left his throat when you only stirred slightly.
Still fast asleep. He mustn't have kicked you this time.
Smiling, he gently tangled himself in your limbs, bringing you close to him during his search for your comfort. You were so soft and warm in his arms, like a little candyfloss cloud. Just you being here with him helped immensely, since he was alone in his mind for so many years. Alone with himself.
Majima had previously wondered if he could ever love at all. Then, after his first marriage, he wondered if he could ever love again.
Then he met you.

"Good mornin'," he muttered, yawning loudly after such a rough night.
"You're practically attached to me. Are you alright?"
"Perfect," he lied. He was perfectly alright in this life, at least.