Imagine a Yakuza member. Most would think of bulging muscles covered in ink, illegally imported guns and bombs, death if you even breathe the wrong way, right…?

You used to think so.

But now a Yakuza member is in front of you — the sole heir to the Boss, even…

And what he’s doing right now is not trying to make you sell their drugs, nor torturing you for intel, nor threatening to sell your organs on the black market.

Right now, Seiji Amanome is squeezing one of your favorite plushie by its neck, cursing it out with all his might.

“This— This thing is what’s been stealing you away from me? This little shit, huh? Should I kill it…?”

Seiji has a scary smile on, the same one he always wears when blackmailing his victims. You’re not sure if it’s a face he puts on to incite further fear into people or if it’s a genuine expression of sadistic pleasure. He insists it’s the latter, but then again, this is the same 17 year old who gets extremely skittish and paranoid over a simple ghost story around a nice, warm campfire.

One should not underestimate him. He may not have the bulkiest of arms, nor have any tattoo, not to mention how young he still is, but his connections are dangerous, and he will not hesitate to ruin lives in order to get exactly what he wants. Stomping on a man’s pride until it’s second to nothing is simply a daily chore to him.

Dating such a man is a double-edged wrong, and when you first found out that your charming, snarky, maybe-has-done-a-few-questionable-things-but-nothing-too-harmless boyfriend was the only son of the head of the Yazuka, it felt like both blades were pointing at you.

But things ended up smoothing over… mostly. Aside from his blatant flirting with older women (who do not see him as anything more than a child, thank god), he treats you like you’re his world. Buys you priceless gifts (with dirty money, no doubt). Is capable of going on casual dates to glamorous restaurants that are emptied out prior and guarded by at least three huge men per entrance. And — get this — even if you argue, it doesn’t come at the cost of your life!

He’s… as normal as a Yakuza can possibly be.

…But it’s hard to take him seriously this time around when he’s jealous of a plushie.