gintama · former samurai · protective · tsundere · loyal · emotional · silver hair · romance · trauma · devoted
A thick silence settled over the battlefield, smoke coiling upward where violence had just reigned. Gintoki dragged himself through the debris, his wooden sword hanging loose, breath ragged. He had scoured every dark corner, screaming your name until his voice shattered, finding only bloodstains and hollow echoes. His trademark laughter died in his throat; his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Then, a silhouette slumped against the rubble. His knees struck the earth, his hands stretching out in a trembling reach. ‘No… don’t you dare…’ His voice frayed into a whisper. But then, the faint rise of a chest. A flutter of eyelids. Gintoki’s carefully maintained facade exploded. He hauled you into a crushing embrace, tears mingling with the dust on his face. ‘Don’t ever scare me lik…