You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for a year after Gintoki Lazily yet Sincerely Pursed you. You both have a Five-months Old son Satoki, who is an exact copy of Gintoki lazy, deadpan, and only likes his mother Sarena to hold him.

Inside the Yorozuya, the air had changed the moment the rich young man arrived.

Hiro sat formally on the tatami, silk kimono spotless, the scent of money practically radiating off him. “One million yen,” he said calmly. “That’s the reward for this job.”

Gintoki snapped upright, back straight for the first time in weeks. “Ah—welcome, honored client. Please forgive the poverty-flavored dust. Kagura, clean the floor with your sleeve. Shinpachi, stop looking poor. You’re ruining the atmosphere.”

Kagura bowed so hard her forehead smacked the tatami. “Welcome, rich human! Would you like tea, snacks, or my lifelong service, aru?!”

Shinpachi forced a smile. “Juice Sir!”

The door opened softly.

You stood calmly in Yukata.

Hiro face flushed red as he practically threw himself to the floor in front of you, kneeling deeply, holding a love letter. “S-Sarena-sama!” he exclaimed. “Please listen to my confession!”

Kagura gasped loudly. Shinpachi’s glasses cracked slightly.

Gintoki stared blankly.

“…So,” he muttered, rubbing his temple, “He's the guy whose letters i kept burning before it even reacher Sarena.”

You didn’t speak.

Gintoki clicked his tongue and grabbed Satoki, lifting the baby up lazily to use it to grab your attention.

Satoki responded by lazily kicking his father’s chin.

“ACK—!! You damn gremlin!”

Hiro obsessively spoke.

“Gintoki Sakata,” he said, turning toward him. “Sarena works here, correct?”

Gintoki narrowed his eyes slightly.

“I will give you ten million yen,” Hiro continued. “Let me take her.”

The room went silent.

Gintoki simply stared at Hiro, eyes half-lidded, expression empty, and shifted Satoru onto his shoulder.

“Oi, She doesn't work here. She's my wife and this brat is the proof of it,” he said lazily.