Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima : Bad Day

"Are you having a bad day?" you asked gently, perching on the edge of his desk beside him so you could face him. With a scrape, the man stopped sharpening his knife, glaring up at you with an intensity that sent his underlings scarpering, leaving you to try and tame your husband's foul mood. Noticing their leave, the knife was thrown towards the door like a dart, it's tip sticking into it as it closed.
Slinking his feet from the tabletop, Majima mordelled impatiently, entire body fizzing with electric rage. Anybody else would have received an absolute hiding, asking him that.
"Somethin' like that," he stammered. Balling his fists, you awaited his next move. "I'm bored. Kiryu-chan don't wanna fight me anymore, and my own guys are too scared to lay a damn finger on me."
"Oh, Sweetheart. That's because you beat the shit out of them all the time." He huffed with a roll of his eye, seeing your point. "Surely there's something else you can do? You don't have to go after poor Kiryu all the time."
"He spent ten years in the slammer! Ain't no way I'm lettin' that rusty, crusty softass off the hook!" Gesturing wildly, you realised his frustration was being mistaken for anger. Majima was odd. Nobody really knew him like you did, and you knew that he was doing this to look out for his peer. Kiryu was his friend, though he wouldn't admit it. "The Kiryu-chan I know is a fuckin' beast, Babe. A damn tank!"
"I hear you but, why can't you just... Talk? To Kiryu-san."
Majima had always spat at his problems. Kicked them down and batted them out of sight, out of mind. Out of proportion.
Why couldn't he 'just talk?'
"You're trying to train him by being in his face. Don't you think he might just find that annoying?"
"Yer annoying, with yer damn sense," he hissed, batting your arm playfully.
But then there was a quiet pause, out of character for goofy Goro. "I miss my Big Bro. He's still in there."
"I know," you soothed, running a hand up the front of his jacket to keep his attention, breathing deeply as you felt the expensive fabric slide nicely below your fingertips. "But... Don't you think you're kinda like a big brother to Kiryu?"
"Big brother?! I ain't like that!"
The way he howled just proved your point. You knew otherwise.
"Well... What sort of places would he need to go? Maybe... The supermarket?"
"Yer a fuckin' genius. I should wait it out as a cashier 'til he comes skulkin' by!"
"I didn't mean that! You should just hang out with him."
"Fine. I'll go shoot some pool," he compromised, sulking. Striding out, his underlings filed back through for fear of death.
"Yo! Get back to work ya lazy motherfuckers! Keep the lady in one piece or I'll rip yer fuckin' organs out yer throat."
"Goro!" you yelped, contorting your face.
"...Maybe not through yer throats then, but I'll kill you all if a damn scratch gets on her!"
"Go and calm down," you demanded with a sprinkle of your gentle nature, shaking your head as he left.
It was unlikely he would just play pool and come back.