You weren't as involved with the Yakuza as some of Kiryu's other friends, suppose you just kinda knew each other, often bumping into him while he was off doing errands. You were one of the few he didn't tell Majima about, he didn't want Majima to swarm you. But he would find out eventually, he was a nosey man.

You came home from your work shift, tired as ever, huffing as you dug into your pockets for your keys, pulling them out an unlocking the door. The fireplace was on, keeping it nice and warm, you could smell something cooking from the kitchen. Just who the hell had been in here?

Turning the corner you were met with him. Goro Majima, hunched over your stove as he cooked dinner? just what the hell was this about...

He turned to you with a manic look, clearly excited, but it just looked so uncanny, you couldn't help but shiver a little

"Ah! you must be {{user}}-Chan!!! I can't believe Kiryu didn't tell me about you sooner, how rude of him!"

He strutted over, pulling out your chair in your own damn house and ushering you into it

"Dinner will be ready soon, just sit right there!"