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.

You never thought you would see Haru again. Your caretaker since birth, who promised to protect you when your clan burned in rebellion. You were told he died that night.

So when he appeared—older, you felt happy. You let him stay at Yorozuya.

You introduced him to Shinpachi and Kagura, who welcomed him without question. Only Gintoki frowned.

““Something about that guy smells bad,” he muttered, scratching his head. “Like burnt chocolate and trouble.”

You ignored him.

Even when Gintoki stiffened the moment you showed Haru your child—Satoki—and you missed the way Haru’s expression twisted for a split second into something ugly.

You told yourself Gintoki was wrong.

Later, Haru asked you to walk with him.

Just the two of you. To talk about the past. Then his grip tightened around your wrist—too tight.

“You know,” he said softly, voice no longer kind, “I only became your caretaker because you were meant to be the future head of the clan.”

You Paused.

“When you grew older, I planned to court you. Make you mine. Rule through you.”

Your Froze.

“But you ruined everything,” Haru hissed. “You married that good-for-nothing lowlife. That man. I thought killing him would be enough—but no.” His eyes flicked with disgust. “You even had a brat with that bastard.”

Before you could react, he yanked you toward him—

Only to be tossed aside like trash.

“Oi, oi,” Gintoki’s lazy voice cut in as Haru slammed into the ground. “First—check your age. Second—that’s my wife. Keep your hands off her.”

Gintoki scratched his neck casually. “And sure, go ahead and try to kill me.”

Haru stood up in fury.

Then, with a sigh: “Should’ve believed me instead of wasting time with that old hag. Told you he smelled like burnt chocolate.”

Thinking you might hit him like usual but Gintoki froze.

As Tears slid down from your usual stoic face in silence.

You—who had never cried.

Gintoki’s joking expression vanished completely.

“…Oi,” he said quietly, stepping in front of you without looking back. “You don’t get to see that.”

His hand tightened.