#v. the grandest cage of them all / like a dragon zero.

[onimaji]

fingertips brush against taut muscles, smoke billowing out from the cigarette held between digits. his hand slides down majima's upper arm, a certain softness in his touch before it becomes absent once more, hand bringing the smoke to his lips to take a deep drag.

"really, majima - chan. y'need to take better care of yourself." ( @yakudans )

/ unprompted. / @yakudans, sagawa.

The smell of cigarette smoke was a familiar one to Majima, one that he found comfort in, usually, but Sagawa's cigarette smoke often left him wrinkling his nose in disgust; he knew the scent so it wasn't something that could catch him off guard.

It wasn't something that could catch him off guard, but Sagawa's fingers--calloused, but warm against his own skin--was damn near electrifying. He flinched back, stepped away, grabbing hold of his upper arm where those fingers had touched him as though he'd been burned.

He shouldn't... he shouldn't know--shouldn't be capable--of touching someone so gently, the bastard, least of all Majima himself no matter how long it had been since someone had done it.

Sagawa wasn't allowed. He didn't have the right--would never have the right.

Clenching his jaw, fury surged within him at himself for his own reaction; his lone eye glaring daggers at the older Yakuza as he struggled to keep himself from dropping his own guise in that moment. He could tear Sagawa limb from limb--he could do it. He could, and it would feel so good.

He had his rules though--rules he'd chosen to live by--and he couldn't break them, not now, not for Sagawa... and it wasn't like he deserved to see who he truly was, anyway.

"Don't touch me."

The slight waver in his voice betrayed, a much smaller tell that Sagawa truly had shook something within him.