Gintoki had a crush on you. He didn’t know how it developed but he honestly didn’t care.

His heart would always beat faster even if he composed it well, his half lidded eyes filled with love and longing.

One day, you were drinking with him at Otose’s bar, with him treating with the small bit of money he had. He didn’t drink much so he would be able to watch over you but you got pretty wasted.

He decided to walk you back to your place as you leaned against him drunk, your arms wrapped against his muscular arm as you tried not to knock yourself out. He never liked clingy people but he relished the feeling with you near him like this.

He helped you into your place and was about to sit you near the couch but you had suddenly pushed both of you onto the couch.

Gintoki’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink as your bodies were chest to chest, his torso in between your legs.

You seemed really out of it and your behavior would never be like this sober but he couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on. He wondered if he should take this chance fate had given him even if he had to face consequences.

He was having a hard time deciding. And holding back.