Sake and Sweat: Yakuza Boy One Shots, Fluff and Scenarios (ON HOLD)

The Good Doctor Pt. 4 (Yumiro x Reader)

Freedom.
I was finally free of my stitches but I'd have a nasty scar for the rest of my life.

I didn't care about it and was just happy to have made it through. Yumiro cocked an eyebrow at me as I ran my fingers over the shiny scar tissue. I just couldn't stop looking at the newly healed spot and even did a little twirl of happiness. Yumiro didn't stay to watch me throw my little victory party and instead left me a healing balm before grabbing a light jacket, ever the busy doctor with places to be. He had a larger amount of supplies than usual and with the amount of groceries he had restocked the cabinets with, I knew this had to be a serious matter.

"I will return in a week... I'm leaving a cellphone with you so that we can stay in contact. Answer it. I'd be annoyed to come home to a corpse. You have plenty of food and with the amount of crime going on in the surrounding area... I'd advise you stay inside. Make your choice but just know that if you get yourself in trouble... I won't be here to help you."
He spoke before leaving without waiting for a response.

I made my way to the kitchen in search of the red snapper he'd prepared the night before while I tried to figure out what to do for seven days.

*****
I grunted in annoyance and tried to ignore the ringing of my phone on the nightstand but it every time it would quiet down, the damn thing would just start back up again. After it started up for the fifth time, I was beyond annoyed and when I caught sight of what time it was, I was beyond pissed. I snatched up the phone and was none too kind with my words.
"What the fuck? It's 2:15 a.m!"

"Yes, I am quite aware of the time. How are you?"
Yumiro answered smoothly.

I sighed, rubbing at my eyes.
"I was sleeping peacefully. I'm fine. Can I go back to sleep now?"

Yumiro hummed but didn't say anything.
"Yes. Sleep. Eat your meals. I will call tomorrow."

"Can you call earlier-"
I started before I was met with a dial tone.

I sucked my teeth and tossed the phone on the nightstand.
"Asshole..."

It took me an hour or so to go back to sleep but the next day I decided to watch a movie that was on the television. Yumiro wasn't a fan of sweets but to my surprise, there was mochi and a few convenience store treats tied up on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. I made myself comfortable on the couch, chewing loudly on my snacks until my phone started to ring. The main character was finally about to confront her best friend that happened to be sleeping with her husband and I didn't want to miss anything so I let the phone ring.

I hopped up from the couch, laughing and chanting when the cheating best friend got the taste smacked out her mouth.
"Yeah, stupid bitch! Fuck her up!"

Right on cue, the two women were scuffling while the sleazy husband tried to calm down the scorned wife. And again... the phone was ringing.

I whipped my head around in the direction of the phone and shushed it.
"Hush, Yumiro! I want to watch the movie"

Of course, the phone continued to ring and I just turned the volume of the tv up. He probably didn't want anything impotent anyways. I collected my garbage and speedily rushed to the refrigerator in search of a refill.

****

On the fifth day, the red snapper was gone and I chose a small bento box as my next prey. A few onigiri rice balls with pickled plum and lettuce,  some sweet dango, umeboshi, and a light salad were all neatly packaged inside. I said grace before digging in and was trying to decide if I wanted to answer the phone or not. I didn't answer the phone at all the day prior and have the same scripted conversation with Yumiro. He always asked me the same questions and I didn't see the harm I'm letting a day go by but I didn't want him to worry so I just shot him a text message that simply said "I'm ok :)"

The rest of the day was just a chill as the others and I decided to go to bed early. I was toweling off after my shower and slipping a sleeping tank top when Yumiro was calling my phone. I rolled my eyes but answered.
"Hello."

"Answer the phone when I call you."
Yumiro said.

"Ok, dad.."
I replied.

Yumiro was silent before he had a rebuttal of his own.
"I'm not your dad... But you can call me daddy in bed. I have no idea why this is such a big thing for American women..."

My mouth fell open and I was shocked.

"I'm sure your mouth is wide open. So this innocence isn't an act after all. Have you ever been with a man?"
He quipped.

I scoffed.
"Yes, I have been with a man."

"You act like you haven't. You'd probably have a heart attack if I asked you to play with your pussy.."
He said nonchalantly.

I gasped and Yumiro hummed.
"Are you always this vulgar?"

"Vulgar? Is it because I said pussy?"
He asked.

"Not just because of that."

"Get used to it because when I get back.. I'll be more than vulgar. I'm not going to play games. We had an agreement and I'm ready to collect.."

I tightened my hand on the phone.
"I know. I'm aware of what I agreed to, Yumiro."

Yumiro sighed.
"No, I don't think you do. Have you ever let a man fuck you into complete submission? To the point where your body has been depleted of all its energy and all you can do is take it? Have you ever been picked up, hoisted onto a man's shoulders and had your pussy viciously eaten against a shower wall? Or maybe you've had your face fucked while your laying upside down on the living room sofa as he uses your legs as support?"

My eyes were wide and my hand was slightly trembling as I held the phone to my ear.
"No.. No, I haven't had that happen to me before.."

Yumiro didn't say anything for a while and the silence stretched as I tried to calm my racing heart.

"Sleep well."
Yumiro said, breaking the silence and I was met with a dial tone...
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I'm trying to decide if I want to end this with one more chapter or two.

I think one is good.

How we all doing?

I'm happy to hear that a lot of you are still reading my one shots. That makes me happy.
To all those asking me to make another book like Yakuza Boy, that won't happen.

Yakuza Boy has a lot of issues and holes. It's not the best story but I'm proud of it. I'm not in the mood to write another story like that. I'm always scared that I'm leaving out too much or not adding enough information. Though I welcome all criticism, people just absolutely dragged Maggie.

If I had made that story as gritty and realistic as a lot of the complaints argue, Maggie would be dead and so would Yuji. Let's just agree to disagree. Nobody is forcing you to read my books but you leave a comment every paragraph? It's giving me very much obsessed vibes. Some of you have also taken to arguing in my comments sections. I delete all those threads. Nobody has time for that.

Moving on,
Thank you as always for reading and voting.

_Maddie ❤️