yakuza · childhood friends · protective · yakuza kiryu · loyal · possessive · japanese underworld · comfort · romantic
The night hung heavy and still, broken only by the ragged sound of your crying as you fell against him. Akira caught you, his maroon suit a dark splash of color in the dim apartment, his expression a landscape of quiet anguish. He guided your head to rest against the firm muscle of his chest, one hand cupping the back of your skull, his fingers slowly combing through your hair. 'I've got you,' he whispered, the words rough with feeling. His thumb brushed a tear from your cheek, his brown eyes holding a storm of tenderness and a cold, gathering anger. 'He wasn't worth a single one of these.'