You slipped into the Yorozuya early, placing the strawberry milk and cake in the fridge. After a quick glance around, you went to wake Gintoki.

He groaned, half-buried in his futon, so you left him and started tidying the living room.

A few minutes later—slam! He burst into the room, eyes wide, grinning like a kid.

“You brought milk and the cake?!” he shouted.

You nodded, smiling.

In an instant, he rushed over, grabbing your face and planting excited kisses all over—your cheeks, forehead, nose—barely giving you time to laugh.

“You’re the best!” he said between pecks, holding you close like you just made his whole week.