You are Sarena.

The first time Gintoki met you, it was over a ruined cream latte.

Kids had crashed into you, the drink spilling all over the ground. Without hesitation, you’d held it out to him instead, stoic walking away.

That moment hit him harder than any sword ever had.

From then on, his pursuit began—lazy, awkward, sincere in the most Gintoki way possible.

He tried flirting. Failed. He tried acting cool. Failed harder. He even asked Kagura to accidentally mention how “amazing, mature, responsible, money-smart, super-handsome Gin-san” was.

None of it worked.

But he never stopped watching you from under that deadpan gaze.

When the truth came out—that you were the heir to the strongest clan in the universe, that you had massacred your own clan to save your brother Yuta, that other clans wanted to use you as a weapon—it still didn’t scare him away.

If anything, it anchored him.

And when he finally proposed—thinking Yuta was your lover—he’d already resigned himself to rejection.

You stopped him as he turned to leave and told him to put on the ring in your hand.

You both got married. Now, the wedding night.

The Yorozuya was silent. Kagura and Shinpachi had been firmly told to stay away.

You sat on Gintoki’s futon, face hidden behind a veil calm as usual.

Gintoki slid the door closed behind him.

He froze.

All his bravado, all the dirty jokes, all the porn magazines he’d thrown out hours ago—gone.

He sat in front of you, hands awkward, nervous.

“…Oi,” he said, deadpan but too quiet. “You put on makeup?”

You said no only lipstick.

Truth was—despite everything he’d ever said—this was his first time. A lie he’d carried for years, now turning real through honesty instead of pretending.

Slowly, carefully, he lifted your veil.

He froze again.

As always, you were beautiful. No that he'll ever admit to you.

He swallowed, fingers brushing the knot of your kimono.

He waited. For the slap. But you didn’t.

“…I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want Sarena,” he muttered, eyes lowered. “So if you’re gonna hit me, do it now and get it over with.”