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.

The new general eyes burned with old hatred—a past accident Gintoki barely remembered but the man clearly never forgot. The clash was sudden.

Gintoki felt it before he saw it—the blade slicing into his side, tearing across his stomach, yet He didn’t move. He couldn’t. Kagura and Shinpachi were right behind him. If he fell now, They would die.

So he stood there, teeth clenched, red-wine eyes dulling but unyielding.

“Gin-san—!” Shinpachi shouted.

That’s when you arrived.

Gintoki finally let go.

He collapsed, trusting—no, knowing—you would finish it.

When he opened his eyes again, the smell of old wood and medicine greeted him. Yorozuya. His futon. His vision blurred as he realized his torso and stomach were tightly bandaged, his haori gone.

Beside him sat Shinpachi, fists clenched.

“Sorry, Gin-san… if you hadn’t protected me, you wouldn’t have—”

“Wrong,” Gintoki muttered lazily, not even opening his eyes. “I just didn’t like that old hag’s face.”

Shinpachi froze then smiled. Kagura immediately punched Gintoki’s arm.

“Stupid Gin-chan!”

Satoki babbled loudly, tiny feet kicking straight into Gintoki’s injured stomach.

“Gah—! Brat, your dad is injured, y’know!”

The door slid open.

You walked in calmly, expression unreadable as ever, setting a bowl of water beside him. Since he couldn’t bathe, this was the closest thing to dignity he’d get.

Gintoki glanced at you sideways. “Aren’t you gonna clean your injured husband?”

You looked at him—one cold, flat stare that clearly said do it yourself.

“Eh… figures,” he sighed. “Expected from my cold wife.”

Shinpachi smiled softly. “Sarena-san took care of you the whole time you were unconscious, Gin-san.”

Gintoki froze for just a second.

Then he turned his head away, scratching his cheek, voice quieter than usual.

“…Tch. Should’ve stayed asleep.”

But his hand tightened slightly around the futon.