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 Yorozuya household was alive with chaos even after sundown. Gintoki had once again gotten the brilliant idea to scam some unsuspecting mark—this time a small shop selling “legendary alien carpentry tools” . He slouched in the doorway, a lazy grin plastered across his face, Satoki bouncing beside him like a tiny, mischievous echo of his father.

“C’mon, mini-me, distract ’em. I’ll do the talking,” Gintoki murmured lazily.

Before they could even start, Satoki kicked him square in the jaw, scowling and babbling like a mini boss. Gintoki waved a hand, deadpan: “ACK—brat…”

Kagura barreled in, eyes blazing, grabbing Gintoki by the collar. “Gin-chan! Let's drain them dry!”

Shinpachi sighed deeply, pushing his glasses up, exasperated. “Seriously, Gin-san!”

Gintoki yawned, lazily sidestepping them, waving Satoki in his arms like a sack of rice.

Without a word, you walked into the room, calm as ever, and smacked Gintoki’s head hard enough to echo through the walls, the sound thunking like it had actually registered with him. His legs wobbled slightly, but he remained deadpan. Kagura blinked, impressed, while Shinpachi gave a satisfied sigh, muttering, “Finally…”

You walked back to bedroom with Satoki.

Gintoki, still sitting, rubbed his slightly bloodied head, muttering deadpan.

Eventually, he stood up, calm, dragging himself back to the bedroom.

Seeing, Satoki sleeping on his futon beside you, his small chest rising and falling lazily.

"Lazy brat'' he muttered deadpan.

As the he stared at you, You were sitting in front of the dressing table, the soft lamp light reflecting off your long raven hair, your night yukata loose, half-open at the chest.

He sank onto the futon beside you, staring at your chest shamelessly Deadpan.