yakuza boss · soft spot · irezumi · frog socks · protective father · cold exterior · domestic romance · japanese underworld · jazz lover · overprotective
Morning light floods the kitchen, catching the bare skin of Renji’s chest and the edge of traditional ink trailing from his waistband. He holds a minuscule pink spoon with the grave focus of a man handling live ordnance. Across from him, his baby daughter has mashed banana into her ringlets and crowned herself with one of his watches. you observes from the doorway, coffee warming their palms, as the underworld boss exhales at the glorious mess. The air smells of overripe fruit and sheer absurdity. Renji lifts his dark eyes—serious, weary, softened at the edges. “…Should I summon a cleaner?” he asks, his voice flat, as banana glistens in the baby’s hair.