I'm basing this off of this pic I saw of some Italian Mafia groups giving out free food to others during this whole Corona virus situation and I just instantly thought of Jyushimatsu heheheee
I have no idea what this turned into towards the end it's 3 am plz excuse me T^T
Enjoy!
(October 2020: I want to delete this so bad)
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Sighing wearily, you watched as your TV screen flashed the same headlines over and over again:
'CONTAGIOUS VIRUS SPREADING ACROSS THE GLOBE'
'"STAY INDOORS" AUTHORITIES TELL THE PUBLIC'
'GLOBAL PANDEMIC CAUSES HIGH DEATH TOLLS'
The screen then goes black, and you toss the remote away from you. You're starting to feel queasy, now that the reality of the situation began to settle in.
You'd always thought that someday, if you were ever to be written about in history books, the stories about you and your survival would be legendary, and badass, and you would be some kind of symbol for strength or whatever.
Now, though, you didn't want to be apart of those future history lessons anymore. You wanted this to be over.
You felt as if your sanity was chipping away a lot quicker than it used to the longer you stayed cooped up inside. Out of your own paranoia, you didn't even go out to get basic necessities, like food for a meal. You had them delivered to your doorstep, instead.
It's bad enough that your WiFi was continuously acting up, causing you immense pain and suffering when you couldn't watch a single YouTube video or anime episode without it buffering. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry - which, to be honest, wasn't any different from any normal day.
You faintly picked up on the ticking of the clock on your wall, yet you didn't bother to check what time it was. What was the point in checking? Your entire schedule for the day was completely thrown off by now, anyway. Your sleeping pattern was already on the verge of falling apart, and now you're awake at 5am like it's no big deal and waking up at 4pm because your body is exhausted.
Groaning sadly, you slung an arm across your eyes to block out the evening rays glinting into your eyes, and the other over your stomach in hopes of suppressing the painful pangs if hunger.
When your food was going to arrive, you had no idea. You just hoped that the takeout delivery service held true to their word when they said they were 'literally, like, ten minutes away.'
'You better be, Jason, or else someone's ears are gonna hurt after I'm done complaining.'
Just as you thought that you'd end up dying from starvation (even though you were nowhere close to that happening and you were just being a dramatic bitch), a series of loud thumps coming from your front door echoed throughout your home, causing you to jump up violently and fall out for your seat.
"Ah, fuck.. I can't believe you've done this, Jason..." you mumbled under your breath as you stood back up, rubbing the side of your hip that had collided with the ground.
The knocking came again, and you sped up s little to reach the door. Opening it just enough for you to peek your eyes through, you opened your mouth to spill a few complaints, just as you had planned, until you froze completely in your tracks.
Eyes blown wide, you were just about ready to slam the door in this person's face, but you also knew better than to do that. Mostly because you were afraid of the consequences that could come with doing that. I mean, you can't just ghost a Matsuno.
"Hello!" His loud voice boomed suddenly, and you flinched hard. You instantly recognised which one of the crazy notorious sextuplets he was. Your neighbours would never shut up about then, anyway.
He was the muscle-hustle of the six, always carrying with him a silver metal bat to show his authority and strength. Despite his aloof appearance and wide, permanent smile, he could easily knock the soul out of a person with a single hit of his fist. Messing with any of the sextuplets is a no brainer, but this guy in particular was the one you should always be wary of.
Jyushimatsu Matsuno. The fifth eldest sextuplet of the Matsuno Mafia.
"I've come with your food, miss!" The yellow-clad man spoke again, producing a bag from, supposedly, out of nowhere and shoving it into your face. Stepping back, you opened the door a little more to peek around and see him clearly.
"A-Ah, uhm... Thank you, M-Matsuno-san..." giving him an extremely nervous smile, you carefully took the bag from his sleeve-covered hand, bringing it close to you.
Before you could bid him goodbye, your curiosity got the best of you, and you asked before you could stop yourself:
"How come you're out here making deliveries?"
You quickly put a hand over your mouth, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. You're not supposed to question them! You're not supposed to interact with them at all! They're all bad news, no matter how goofy and stupid they are. They're part of the Yakuza, they're the ones in control!
"I-I'm sorry, j-just forget I asked-"
"Helping!"
A pause. "...Huh?"
"I'm helping! With giving food!" Jyushimatsu suddenly began to wave his arms, much like an octopus, before grabbing his bat and raising it above his head, chanting:
"MUSTLE! MUSTLE! HUSTLE! HUSTLE!"
You watched, very much confused with his mannerisms. He... He wasn't how your neighbours had described him at all. Then again, you shouldn't really believe the things your neighbours come up with. Especially Karen. Now Karen was a downright lying bitch.
"Miss!" Jyushimatsu suddenly called, and you stiffened up straight, responding with a meek 'yes!' The brunet stared at you for a moment, his wide eyes seeming to observe you. The more he stared in silence, the more uncomfortable you began to feel. Why was he staring at you..?
You watched as his eyes slowly began to unfocus, each brown orb moving to the opposite corners of his eyes, making him look... extremely ridiculous. His slicked back hair began to slowly fall in front of his face, yet he made no move to brush them back. And was he... was he drooling?
You were now concerned.
"..Um-"
"You're pretty!" He exclaimed out of nowhere, like John Cena, and waved a hand as a goodbye gesture before sprinting away at an inhuman speed, kicking a little bit of dust into your face.
You were left dumbfounded, and very flustered. That was so... random! Was he really in the Yakuza? Was he really the brawn of the group? He just seemed like an overly energetic ball of sunshine, as well as an overall oddball.
Even so, you couldn't help but smile lopsidedly at the encounter. You had to admit, he did clean up nicely...
"Oh? Was that a boyfriend of yours, [L/N]? What's his name?" You heard a snarky voice drawl from across the street. Looking up, you instantly glared at the woman who had interrupted your thoughts.
