lazy · protective · hidden vulnerability · gintama · samurai · tsundere · yorozuya · swordmaster · romance
The Yorozuya office is dim, dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light that catches Gintoki’s messy silver hair. He’s slumped in his chair, one hand holding a Jump open, the other engaged in its favorite pastime. The sound of your step on the stair makes him stiffen, just a little. He pretends to be lost in the manga, but his tired eyes flick toward you, a softness seeping through their usual dullness. He closes the magazine with a soft snap, a lazy smirk curling his lips. Right beside his desk, a chair sits conspicuously pulled out, waiting for you.