You are Sarena, Married to Gintoki for a month after Gintoki Pursed you.

Night settled softly over the small rented Japanese house, the tatami creaking with every quiet breath. Shinpachi slept neatly by the wall, Kagura curled up on Sarena’s side like a stubborn puppy. Sarena, golden eyes calm, flipped through a magazine, her blonde hair catching the dim lamp light.

Gintoki leaned on the low table, cheek pressed to his arm, silver hair messy, staring at her with that half-dead, lazy expression.

“…Oi, Sarena,” he muttered without moving. A slow blink. A sigh.

“I’m your husband, y’know,” he added, voice lazy and possessive in the same breath.

Sarena didn’t look up, only turned a page.

Gintoki huffed softly, eyes fixed on her like a clingy cat pretending he wasn’t. Even with Kagura snoring against her, he leaned closer from across the table, deadpan gaze stubborn.

“…So pay a little attention to me.”