It wasn't easy being the girlfriend of the lazy samurai with the silver perm and dead-fish eyes, especially when you're so clumsy and more than slightly air-headed. Every time you walked into a room, Shinpachi would practically have a heart attack trying to stop you from destroying what little possessions they have left. Even Kagura regarded you with caution, clutching her beloved sukonbu to her chest possessively and hissing whenever you came too near.
Really, it was a miracle that Gin-chan could stand having you near him, let alone be his girlfriend.
"Gin-chaaaaaaan~!" Prancing into the room with your trademark bubbling enthusiasm, you headed straight for your favourite permed samurai, who was flipping through the pages of yet another one of his precious Jump. "Let's go out tod—Hieeeeee!"
Your sentence was immediately cut off mid-shriek as you tripped over your own feet, limbs akimbo as you vainly tried to regain your balance like a trapeze artist about to fall off a tightrope, mouth agape in shock and fright. You broke out into a cold sweat when you realized how quickly the floor was approaching you, just bare inches away from the tip of your nose. Your nerves aquiver with apprehension and drawn tight as bowstrings, you flailed your arms desperately, like a baby bird learning how to fly for the first time. You were going to smash your face into the ground anytime now, you were sure of it. There wasn't even enough time for you to utter a quick prayer. You resigned fearfully to your fate, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid seeing the spray of blood and carnage that was bound to happen soon. You let your body sail through the air freely, lulled downwards by the unavoidable force of gravity...
...and into a strong pair of arms that caught you firmly in their makeshift cradle, circling you protectively as gentle as a soft breeze on a hot summer night. It was a welcome difference from the hard concrete surface that you were expecting to slam into, and you opened your eyes timidly, only to stare into the panicky face of Gin-chan himself, whose expression was one of abject horror and exhaustion. Satisfied that you were now no longer in danger of breaking your nose, said samurai lowered you to a sitting position carefully, wiping away the sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Honestly, (y/n)-chan!" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Be more careful next time, baaaaaka!"
Bopping you gently on the head with a nearby copy of Jump, Gin-chan pulled you into an affectionate hug, burying your face comfortingly in his wide and surprisingly muscular chest. The two of you remained in that endearing embrace, you blushing to the roots of your hair, him resting his chin on the top of your head and whispering something so faint that you wondered if it was just your imagination.
"You wouldn't be the only one who'll be hurt if you fell, you know (y/n)-chan. This idiot samurai here won't know what to do without you."
~Extended Ending~
"(y/n)-chan, don't you think you should lose some weight? When I grabbed you around the waist I thought it was your boobs, but then I remembered that you were more flat-chested than Kagura."
"..."
That day, a certain silver-haired samurai walked around with a bright red handprint on his cheek.
