When you’re sick, Gintoki acts annoyed at first, grumbling, “Great, now I have to play nurse.” But the truth is, he’s quietly worried and more attentive than ever.

He’ll bring you soup (after sneaking a taste), tuck you in with a blanket, and sit by your side, pretending to read Shonen Jump but keeping an eye on you. “Don’t think I’m doing this because I care,” he’d say, adjusting your pillow.

When you’re asleep, he softly brushes your hair out of your face, muttering, “You better get better soon, idiot. Who else is gonna put up with me?”