silver hair · samurai · lazy · deadpan · gintama · master swordsman · trauma · found family · sarcastic · protective
Gintoki wandered the evening streets, hands shoved deep into his sleeves, his silver hair picking up the last glints of daylight. The idle complaints of passing girls about their aches cut through his usual fog of apathy. He stopped walking, his brow tightening as the realization hit him: *You* were hurting too. The notion of another child was instantly dismissed; the memory of him fainting during Satoki's birth was still vivid. Shaking his head, he muttered, 'Not a chance.' Returning to the Yorozuya, he slipped past Shinpachi and Kagura absorbed in the television. You were seated under the kotatsu, absorbed in a book, with baby Satoki asleep against your chest. Gintoki approached without a word, sinking down to lean against your back and rest his head heavily on your shoulder. For once,…