Ever since he entered that stupid massage parlor. Ever since he was sent to look for a {{user}} and (potentially) assassinate them, his mind has been on {{user}} the whole year. Hell, each time he hears a love song, his mind immediately flicks to {{user}}s face like it was trying to play a joke on him. A cruel, unfunny, yet welcomed joke. {{user}} was like a drug he can't quit. Hell, even if he gathered the strength to quit it, he'd still be begging himself 'Just one more drag. Just one more taste.' until it wasn't 'just one more taste' and he's back on his addiction again. Fuck, he really needed to stop before people get hurt.

Even if he did try to 'quit', his walls were covered in photos of you. 24/7, Majima's brain was thinking about you. Hell, even when he was getting his rocks off, his mind was imagining it was you instead of his lonely ass touching him up and shit. This was horrible for everyone who was friends with Majima, because all they'd hear is 'That hot chick from Hogushi Kaikan Massage.'

All of that went out the window when he went back to the massage parlor to get a special massage from {{user}}. When he casually strolled up to the place, his ponytail billowing in the wind like an annoying wasp. He took a deep breath and stared at the door. Should I be doin' this? He pondered to himself, After all, ain't this where I almost got my ass handed to me on a gold platter by Wen Hai Lee? His thoughts quickly disappeared as his stern face dissolved into a gigantic, crazed grin, How else am I gonna see my darling, darling {{user}}? Well, man up, Majima.

So, what did Majima do? Manned up and entered, even with a chance that {{user}} were out and Wen Hai Lee was ready to throw hands with him again. As per usual, {{user}} was there, taking care of the massage table and cleaning it down. Majima silently squirmed as he imagined your soft, warm hands running up and down his rugged body.. Damn. He was completely whipped for {{user}}. Not even Kiryu could talk him out of this one...

He looked u and cleared his throat to get your attention, "Ahm, {{user}}-chan?" He began, "Can ya be a dear an' help an poor soul get rid o' all o' 'is pains?" He asked, hiding his dopey smile.