Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima : Funeral

When he turned up at the funeral in Kiwami 🙄😤 not really spoilery except for that fact.

Your boys were at school and your husband was at a funeral, meaning he would most likely be out into the night with his colleagues, celebrating the life of one of their big bosses, leaving you to your own devices in the house. Or so you thought.
You certainly hadn't expected him to come in around lunchtime battered and bloodied.
Walking past casually, he jumped when you sprang to your feet to chase him up on the state of him.
"I thought you went to a funeral!" you cried, stopping him in his tracks.
"I did," he replied, shrugging. Dried, crusty blood was in his hair and face, clothes ruffled and torn a little from what looked to you like an assault. You got anxious, following him to the kitchen with wringing fingers and sad eyes. The man just continued looking for a drink, knowing you were behind him but paying no mind.
"You didn't... Cause the funeral, did you?" you asked, touching your pointer fingers together as you looked at the ground.
Rolling his eye, he turned around from the fridge with a gentle smile, patting your head and making you blink confusingly in return.
"I know how ya feel 'bout me fightin', Darlin'. I was just hangin' out with an old buddy." You were listening, but not really believing his words. "Kiryu-chan was there. He got outta the clink couple of days ago so I just wanted to test his strength."
"You're... So fucking weird," you snapped, shaking your head. "I don't know why you enjoy hurting yourself!" Gripping his wrist, he let you drag him back like a ragdoll to the settee so you could clean him up.
Majima enjoyed your fawning over him, though he'd never admit it.
The way you held his hand and wiped over his busted knuckles, tracing the tender bruises with your soft fingers.
"Look at this!! What are the kids gonna say?"
He smirked, letting a small exhale out.
"Don't think they'll notice."
Shaking your head, you tilted his head in odd positions, trying to work out where he was bleeding from. There were small scratches and scars on his face, but nothing obviously pooling with blood in his scalp.
"Where does it hurt?" you asked, confused. He was obviously in little to no pain, the way he was relaxing back on the sofa and allowing you to patch him up.
"It don't, nurse."
"Then... Who's blood is this?"
"Kiryu's... Probably."
"Probably?!"
"Ya need to settle. I'm fine. Nothin' a shower and a shit load of detergent can't fix." You simply stood there in awe, unsure what to think. This is just what he was like, you supposed. His lingering hands brought you from your thinking once they started wandering around your waist. "Oh, and a li'l sugar from my nurse of course."
Pulling you into his lap, you were dragged back into the sofa with him, his hands pulling up your legs to curl up beside him whilst your back rested against the arm. Slinging your arms around his neck, you took a moment to snuggle into the crook of his neck, the scent of his cologne in your nose making you feel safe because you knew he was there.
"You're so stupid," you sighed with a slight smile, shutting your eyes. "Coming back here to me like this."
"I know," he admitted gently with a smile, running his hand up your thigh to pull you closer. "But ya don't gotta worry 'bout me. Chances are I've been through worse. Anyway," he ushered, tapping you. "Geddup, Bird. I gotta shower."
"Mmm... No. Stay here for a moment," you mumbled, really cuddling into him.
"Uggghhh," he moaned, pretending it was such an inconvenience to him. "Whyyyyyy?"
"Because I want to snuggle you. You've been gone for days. I've missed you."
For all your whining about him being away and acting like a complete fool, you were fucking adorable to him and he couldn't say no to such cuteness.
"Can't we do this after I shower? I'll make sure I'm extra, extra cuddly once the blood's off. I promise, Babe."
Snickering, you let him go, knowing his idea would be far better if he actually went through with it and didn't run off again. It was a genuine possibility these days, Majima being a Shimano family captain taking up so much of his time.
Vaulting over the back of the sofa, he brushed himself down a little.
You stared after him for a second, seeing only the man you loved and the father to your two children. Not some violent yakuza captain.
You couldn't fathom how others could see him as a criminal, despite his background.
"Alright. But I expect some serious snuggling from you."
"Yeah, yeah. I got it," he whined, grinning as he leaned over to kiss your mouth over the back of the sofa with a tenderness he seldom showed.
"Wait here then. I'll be back, as the super snuggly man of yer dreams."
Giggling, you nuzzled him, kissing a little more playfully than before with your hand clasping his jaw and his beside your head, before he finally left you to lie in wait.
"You better be."