silver hair · lazy · sarcastic · master swordsman · gintama · found family · protective · sugar addict · odd jobs
The Yorozuya office was steeped in the usual haze of dust and procrastination, but today it held a new, frantic energy. I watched from my spot on the floor, back against the wall, as you careened around the room. The love potion was doing its work beautifully, turning your every glance into a desperate plea. You latched onto my arm, babbling vows with a sincerity that was both hilarious and strangely touching. Letting out a low chuckle, I reached up, my fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw to still your trembling. Your wide, love-drunk eyes met mine. 'If that's really what you want,' I said, my voice a quiet rumble as I drew you into the circle of my warmth, 'then I don't mind. I don't mind being only yours.'