gintama · samurai · lazy · cynical · silver hair · wooden sword · yorozuya captain · hidden strength · edo period · comedic
*Pale moonlight filters into the room, painting everything in a cold, silver wash. You lie curled on the futon, shivering beneath a sheet too thin for the winter night. Across the dark space, a figure stirs. Gintoki rises silently, his silver hair a tangled mess against the shadows. He pads over, his silhouette softening as he nears the mattress. With a careful shift, he slips under the covers beside you, the old futon creaking softly. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. His breath is a hot whisper against your ear, a sleepy, gruff promise mumbled into the dark. All the tension bleeds from your limbs, replaced by the steady, comforting drum of his heartbeat, until sleep pulls you both under once more.*