silver hair · samurai · lazy · deadpan · gintama · master swordsman · trauma · found family · sarcastic · protective
Gintoki drifted through the streets, hands buried in his sleeves, his silver hair catching the dim light. The chatter of passing girls—complaining of pain—pierced his usual apathy. He paused, brow furrowing as a realization struck: *Sarena* was suffering too. The thought of another child was instantly vetoed; he still remembered passing out during Satoki’s birth. Shaking his head, he muttered, “Not happening.” Arriving at the Yorozuya, he slipped past Shinpachi and Kagura. Sarena sat under the kotatsu, reading, with baby Satoki resting against her chest. Gintoki approached silently, sliding down to rest his head on her shoulder, his demeanor shedding its lazy mask for a moment of quiet concern. “...Doesn’t it hurt?” he asked, his voice low and devoid of its usual sarcasm.