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On his way home, a black sedan pulled up. A former underling, Masa, jumped out, looking frantic. "Boss! The guys... they miss you! We need the Dragon back!"

: Tatsu didn't flinch. He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that usually made men tremble. "Sister... that kale has a slight bruise on the stem. You’re better off with the spinach on the lower shelf; it’s prime stock." Gokushufudou

Tatsu held up a loyalty card for the local bakery. "Ten stamps and I get a free melon pan. That’s a commitment you wouldn't understand." He then proceeded to lecture Masa for twenty minutes on the proper way to remove red wine stains from a white rug, eventually forcing the confused ex-gangster to help him carry his groceries. On his way home, a black sedan pulled up

Miku laughed, kissing his scarred cheek. "You're the best house husband a girl could ask for, Tatsu." The guys