Gintama Is Love!

She/He Gave Me... (Sakata Gintoki)

(Y/N) hummed lightly as she walked out of her house, then she spotted Gintoki running over with a small bouquet of yellow flowers in hand. A huge grin was displayed on his face, lips stretched out in a genuine smile.

(Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat, an ever so faint smile appearing on her lips as he drew nearer and nearer. Her hands clasped together in anticipation—

"Gin, I—"

Then, he went past her.

"Tsukuyo, sorry to make you wait!!"

(Y/N) frowned and turned around to see Gintoki bashfully handing a flustered and red faced Tsukuyo the bouquet he held in his hands. Her (E/C) eyes narrowed softly, a pain stricken expression shadowing her face as she quickly turned around again.

"I-Idiot! Who told you to give me flowers?!"

"Then, you don't want it?~"

"I-I never said anything! You already gave it so I have no choice but to take it!!"

The couple's small banter made (Y/N)'s scowl run deeper. "I'm such an idiot," She pressed her palm to her forehead and sighed.

"How could I forget he made a decision already?"

(Y/N) looked up, remembering the way he happily ran over with that yellow flower in his hands. Gently, she lifted a hand to her chest— feeling it tighten as an unbearable sadness envelops her heart.

".....But, how could he forget I was the first one he gave those flowers to?"

When we were 9 years old, he gave me a flower.

"....I'm (Y/N). Since, we'll be living together as Shoyo-sensei's students— I hope we'll become closer!!" A young (Y/N) happily stated to a young Gintoki who was crouched at the corner of the room.

He casted his red eyes downward, his grip on his sword tightening as he hugged it closer to his chest, his lips forming a tight line— a sign that he didn't want to talk to her.

(Y/N) slightly frowned at this, he was still a bit cold and unresponsive as Shoyo said he would be. But, for a cheerful and friendly girl like (Y/N), that can't be!

Leaning down slightly, she grinned at him. "Don't hesitate to ask me for something, okay?" She says before she skipped away. Gintoki only looked at her retreating figure with a calculating gaze.

A week later, while (Y/N) and Gintoki were hanging out in the courtyard. (Y/N) felt a small tap on her shoulder— turning around she sees Gintoki's hand covered in dirt as he held out a lone yellow flower to her.

"....What's this?" (Y/N) asked, when Gintoki shoved the flower into her hands. She looked up, shifting her gaze from the flower to Gintoki and saw an incredibly rare look of emotion on his face.

Gintoki's head was slightly turned to the side, with one hand behind his back and the other ruffling his messy silver locks he spoke,

"It looked so bright and looking at it made me happy....it reminded me of you,"

(Y/N) lightly gasped before she smiled warmly at Gintoki. Hugging the delicate and fragile flower to her chest she grinned widely.

"Thank you, Gintoki! I'll take care of this forever! I'll try to make you happy for the rest of your life too!"

Finally, Gintoki's heart started opening up to her.

Gintoki watched Tsukuyo look at the flowers with a smile on her lips. He smiled softly, one corner of his lips lifting upwards at the sight.