Yakuza x Male Reader

A New Breeze In Kamurochu

???: It is a crisp evening we're experiencing this day, folks! The weather is lovely and there are no chances of rain for the rest of the week.

The soft hiss of static came through the tv as a couple watched through the glass of a storefront. A gentle breeze rustled the trees along the street, the neon signs lighting up the night as everything seemed right with the world. It was then the couple spotted the blurry visions in the glass. A few figures marched down the street, unimpeded as people scattered quickly out of their path, no cars to honk their horns as the seemingly quiet night would not remain this way for long. The figures wore assorted outfits, none sticking to a pattern as a random assortment of tracksuits and fashionable wear and everything in between the group. The group seemingly kept growing, a total of 15 ruffians marching down the street like they owned it.

???: Oi! Where is he?!

One of the figures barked out at the concerned citizens, causing the rest to scatter to the wind before any anger could be directed at them. There was clear anger on the faces of those in the group of ruffians, all of their eyes scanning through the crowded citizens and alleyways for their target. It was then a clear whistle signaled through the air, the group quickly checking around before-

Ruffian #1: H-Hey that's...

Ruffian #6: That's the boss's car!

Ruffian #4: And there's the jackass who jacked it!

The male pointed out ahead of the group, directing their attention to a late 1970's Datsun 240Z and the male sitting upon the roof. His pointed and capped leather shoes revealed a deep black almost bluish tinted snakeskin material, but their attention was brought to the ash falling on the hood of their boss's car. Traveling up, they could see the male was sharply dressed, his black dress pants not sporting even a speck of lint, the light of a lit cigarette glinting off his belt, and finally white dress shirt. The dress shirt sleeves were rolled up, the left hand softly sporting a cigarette of which the male puffed upon while his right hand casually supported the weight of an aluminum baseball bat across the back of his shoulders. The male took a long drag of the cigarette before lifting his face, his sharp (E/c) eyes looked tired from the small bags under them, He pulled his lips free from the cigarette, letting out a cloud of smoke from his lips before tapping the stick, allowing the ash to once more fall upon the hood of the vehicle. 

Ruffian #12: Oi dipshit! Get off of the car and face us.

The male upon the car lifted a finger, asking for a second as she stood up on the roof carefully, dropping the butte of the cigarette on the hood and grinding it under his shoe before hopping onto the street. The group was fuming at this point, on the verge of ripping the male apart for disrespecting their boss. Hijacking the car was one thing, but smoking and disrespecting the elegant car was another thing in their eyes. The male stood up straight, his tall and imposing figure stretching softly as his now freed hand lifted and ran through his (H/l)(H/c) hair, letting it flow back softly out of his face. 

???: I was wondering when you boys were gonna get here. Cruising around in this thing sure brings attention.

The male spoke plainly, tapping the tip of the bat against the rim of the car.

Ruffian # 6: Don't you dare touch th-

???: Oi, did Isay you could speak?! One more out of turn word or even a misstep and I'll teach this pretty car of yours a lesson.

The male warned quickly and loudly, the voice shaking the confidence of some of the group while those at the front remained firm. Though they certainly didn't fear the male, they did fear what their boss would do if the car got damaged. However, they weren't able to relay this knowledge to the younger members of the group, one of which took a few steps forward to see what was transpiring. The male then struck without incident, lifting his arm and bringing it down harshly, the bat in his hand colliding and subsequently tearing through the windshield of the car. The sharp sound of glass shattering caused those watching the event to gasp, whether out of shock from the sudden noise or knowing the following complications of the action.