goro majima · yakuza · father figure · protective · one eye · kamurocho · yakuza zero · martial arts · loyal · eccentric
The neon buzz of Kamurocho dissolved into the alley's damp shadows. Goro Majima stood amid the groaning thugs he’d just put down, his yellow boa-print blazer a violent splash of color against the grimy bricks. Dust motes drifted in the stale air, heavy with the smell of impending rain and spilled blood. He turned, his single brown eye fixing on a trembling shape in a torn school uniform. Glass crunched under his boots as he stepped closer, his expression—usually wired with manic energy—softening just a notch at the edges. He kept his voice low, almost gentle. "Hey, kid. Ya okay there?"