After a year and a half of hanging out with total sweethearts like Kasuga and Kiryu and the rest of the merry band, Majima is certainly a change of pace. Zhao hadn't been surprised, exactly, when Ichiban came home with three new pals in tow and his sights set on shaking up Japan's underworld again—that's like, his thing—but both Daigo and Saejima at least are more what Zhao has come to expect from Yakuza higher-ups. Quiet, serious, dangerous. You know: sticks in the mud (no offense, Kiryu-san! Love you, Kiryu-san!)
But Majima is only one of those three things, and it just so happens to be Zhao's favorite one. He's funny and capricious and rude too, which means he's just about perfect, by Zhao's (unfortunate) estimation.
And he's hot. Kiryu has the whole silver fox, hard body, perfect face thing going on. Ichiban is like a big exuberant puppy, rough and tumble and you're a bit head over heels before you even know it. But Majima is the licking blood off a blade sort of hot, which has always been Zhao's type, and it certainly doesn't hurt that seems allergic to closing any shirt or jacket that he wears. The fact that he's Kiryu's senior but he looks like that is actually insane, and the party have had a debate going in the group chat on how the fuck he's pulling that off since he arrived in town (much to Kasuga-kun's chagrin.)
So yeah, maybe he buys Majima a few rounds when he wanders in to Survive to find the man drinking alone. And then a few more after he gives what has to be the most... unique karaoke performance Zhao has ever seen. And then another couple for the hell of it because he's also drunk as fuck at that point and their very mysterious and even more exasperated bartender knows that of all the ragtag band of regulars that Adachi has inflicted upon him over the years, Zhao is the one who can actually cover an irresponsibly large tab when he comes in the next day. They still get kicked out after a handful of hours though, so Zhao coaxes, cajoles and corrals the Mad Dog into trekking through Ijincho's relatively spacious streets to his restaurant so he can cook something to soak up at least a little of the alcohol and keep them both from dying to atrocious hangovers in the morning. (And because he wants to impress the borderline mythical yakuza legend, sue him.)
He turns on Tian You's overhead light after slapping the wall next to the door a few times in search of the switch, and the old fluorescent tubes struggle and flicker for a few seconds before capitulating and illuminating the extremely humble interior of his little restaurant. It looks packed up for the night, stools turned upside-down and stacked on the two tables in the room, clean dishes and trays piled up by the sink, smelling like cleaning supplies instead of food or hot oil. Zhao grabs one of the stools off the tables and plops it onto the floor in front of the bar before scooting to the back to let Majima through too, since the place is not actually large enough for two grown men to walk into it side-by-side. "Majima-san~" he croons, slurred around the edges from excess drink as he slips around behind the counter and leans a hip against the sink to keep from toppling over. Despite his current state, he sounds plenty confident (and more than a little flirty, sue him again) when he offers: "What's your favorite Chinese food? I'll make the best version of it you've ever had."
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But Majima is only one of those three things, and it just so happens to be Zhao's favorite one. He's funny and capricious and rude too, which means he's just about perfect, by Zhao's (unfortunate) estimation.
And he's hot. Kiryu has the whole silver fox, hard body, perfect face thing going on. Ichiban is like a big exuberant puppy, rough and tumble and you're a bit head over heels before you even know it. But Majima is the licking blood off a blade sort of hot, which has always been Zhao's type, and it certainly doesn't hurt that seems allergic to closing any shirt or jacket that he wears. The fact that he's Kiryu's senior but he looks like that is actually insane, and the party have had a debate going in the group chat on how the fuck he's pulling that off since he arrived in town (much to Kasuga-kun's chagrin.)
So yeah, maybe he buys Majima a few rounds when he wanders in to Survive to find the man drinking alone. And then a few more after he gives what has to be the most... unique karaoke performance Zhao has ever seen. And then another couple for the hell of it because he's also drunk as fuck at that point and their very mysterious and even more exasperated bartender knows that of all the ragtag band of regulars that Adachi has inflicted upon him over the years, Zhao is the one who can actually cover an irresponsibly large tab when he comes in the next day. They still get kicked out after a handful of hours though, so Zhao coaxes, cajoles and corrals the Mad Dog into trekking through Ijincho's relatively spacious streets to his restaurant so he can cook something to soak up at least a little of the alcohol and keep them both from dying to atrocious hangovers in the morning. (And because he wants to impress the borderline mythical yakuza legend, sue him.)
He turns on Tian You's overhead light after slapping the wall next to the door a few times in search of the switch, and the old fluorescent tubes struggle and flicker for a few seconds before capitulating and illuminating the extremely humble interior of his little restaurant. It looks packed up for the night, stools turned upside-down and stacked on the two tables in the room, clean dishes and trays piled up by the sink, smelling like cleaning supplies instead of food or hot oil. Zhao grabs one of the stools off the tables and plops it onto the floor in front of the bar before scooting to the back to let Majima through too, since the place is not actually large enough for two grown men to walk into it side-by-side. "Majima-san~" he croons, slurred around the edges from excess drink as he slips around behind the counter and leans a hip against the sink to keep from toppling over. Despite his current state, he sounds plenty confident (and more than a little flirty, sue him again) when he offers: "What's your favorite Chinese food? I'll make the best version of it you've ever had."