AUTHOR'S NOTE: Heyya! This drabble comes kinda late haha. But I think it is my favourite so far haha. Hope you like it.
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We finally reached the 10th chapter so I was thinking the next 10 chappies will be like a prequel where they like each other in secret. I think it will be fun! Looking forward to sharing it soon.
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Now onto the story!
His mouth stinks of tobacco.
I hate tobacco but not him.
So don't blame me for ravaging that mouth!
~ Gintoki
It is already midnight, yet the lamp in Hijikata's room is still burning. The vice chief is leaning against the wall, reading the scripts from the stack of reports submitted by his captains. He flicks his cigarette on his ashtray and clips it between his lips again. He looks at the stack and realises he is not close to half of reading it.
A sigh escapes him and he looks down on his stomach where lies the head of his lover who snuck into his bedroom. His excuse is that he just bought the new Jump Issue and refused to go home because he would be nagged by his landlord. This permed head always delays his rent payment.
Hijikata does not usually interfere how Gintoki handles his finances but at times, Hijikata offers a good share of nagging in Otose's place. After all, with him busy on the reports tonight, Hijikata has the right to tell him to leave. Gintoki frowned like a child and chose to rest his head on Hijikata while reading, proving that he would not disturb the vice chief.
No one likes to see their lover upset. Especially Hijikata.
So he just let him.
Taking one more report, Hijikata scans through the writing. The Jump magazine suddenly falls on top of Gintoki's face. Hijikata puts down his report and squeezes the man in between his legs.
"Oi," Hijikata speaks softly. "If you wanna sleep, move to the futon."
Gintoki mumbles under the magazine. A sign rebelling the vice chief.
Hijikata clicks his tongue. "Don't be stubborn. You're gonna catch a cold."
"Don't want."
Blue eyes twitch in anger and he snatches the Jump magazine. "Get up, lazy ass. My legs's gonna freeze-"
Ignoring his rant, Gintoki turns around and hugs Hijikata's waist instead, burying his face onto Hijikata's stomach. When Hijikata feels a nibble, he slaps the magazine on the permed head.
"Teme, don't make me angry in the middle of the night," Hijikata grits his teeth.
"Let's turn in now. Sleep with me," Gintoki talks to the belly. "You don't get overtime pay anyways."
"Uruse. What do you know about administration?"
"Give it up already."
"No."
Gintoki faces the side and takes a deep breath. "Then I'll just sleep here."
"Oi."
Hijikata watches the man drifting to sleep. His back expands and contracts in a gentle rhythm. The vice chief is enthralled at how easy the silverhead falls asleep. He bites his cigarette, intending to carry Gintoki to the futon. When he notices his stack again, he grimaces thinking that he will knock it in the process of getting up.
Deliberately Hijikata knocks his head back on the wall and scowls. He takes off his cigarette and twists it inside the ashtray painfully.
He does not have other choice. He just needs to continue reading.
Grabbing the box of cigarettes, Hijikata opens it quickly that he accidentally drops all the sticks into the ball of permed silver hair.
"Ah, shibata," Hijikata slaps his forehead and stares at the mess. "He'll get mad if he finds out."
Hijikata starts picking up one and to his surprise, it gets entangled. He inhales sharply, gobsmacked at how the silver locks twirl and swirl like vines in a forest. He pulls it higher but stops immediately when Gintoki fidgets. Hijikata cusses and thinks of the sword at his side.
Giving him a haircut should be a fair deal for being stubborn. Hijikata stretches an evil grin.
The silverhead should really consider rebonding his hair. It is an obvious symbol of his laziness. People cannot take him seriously with this mop hair.
On another thought, Hijikata has never seen Gintoki's hair from this view. He is staring at the mess of silver hair longer than expected. He suddenly recalls of silver locks hanging over the closed red eyes when he was asleep, making the older one appear vulnerable.
It surely takes alot of trust for a former Joui to lose his guard and sleep soundly next to the vice chief.
There are other times his perms are mesmerizing to watch. It is beautiful to look at when the perms are whipped against the wind, or collecting a pool of sakura petals. It was hilarious when the perms expand into afro due to explosion nearby.
Hijikata snickers thinking how the cowlicks defy wetness, stubbornly protruding like firework, be it after shower or making love.
His favourite is when the perms become good leverage to pull the head for a kiss.
As sweet memories play in his mind, he slips his hands into the hair and he bends down to dive his nose in midst of curls. He takes an elaborate sniff, smirking to himself that it smells like tobacco now. His cheeks are brushed against the flicks, grazing smoothly like a bag of wool.
A long sigh is blown, some flicks flutter.
He cannot believe this ball of silver perms belongs to him alone.
Only he can kiss Gintoki's scalp like this, sink his face in the depth of curls like this, play his hair with his fingers like this.
"Seriously," Hijikata whispers. "Kawaii."
Totally captivated, the vice chief has completely forgotten about the reports.
Next morning, Gintoki grumbles before waking up. He realises he is still on the vice-chief's body. Not losing time to make his way out, Gintoki stands on his hands and looks at Hijikata sleeping soundly while leaning against the wall. He smirks that the stack of reports has not lessened at all.
Gintoki leans in and presses a tiny kiss on the lips.
Hijikata's commitment to his work is undeniably admirable.
But he should not disturb his sleep. Carefully, Gintoki rises to his feet and walks to his kimono that is hung on the wall. Getting ready, with his sword in place, Gintoki gives a quick yawn and heads to the door.
Something is disturbing him. That smell of tobacco is stuck on him. He sniffs his black shirt, not finding the source there. When he lifts his gaze at the mirror, he gasps.
"Mayora!" Gintoki takes the pillow from the futon and throws at the vice chief. "Wake up, Teme!"
"What the hell, Yorozuya?" Hijikata rubs his eyes and yawns. "How many times I tell you not to make so much noise-"
His collar is grabbed and their faces inch close. "What did you do to my hair?! Why are they cigarettes and ashes on my hair, baka?! Since when did I allow you to make my perms as your ashtray, huh?!"
Hijikata nervously smiles, feeling embarrassed that he played with his hair. "Calm down. It's not that anyone notice the difference between ash and your hair."
"Don't joke with me!"
Exited the bedroom, Gintoki marches into the corridor with a wrapped towel over his head. Sougo is nearby and cocks his head to the side, confused.
"Are, Danna. What are you doing here?" Sougo drawls. "Did something happen to your hair?"
"Uruse!"
Gintoki disappears down the corridor while Sougo checks on the vice chief.
"Hijikata-san, can you believe this? Yorozuya was here- Hijikata-san?" Sougo pauses when Hijikata walks past him.
"Continue reading the reports on my behalf. I have something important to do."
Sougo chuckles at the side as the vice chief walks down the corridor with lolipops sticking into his dark green hair.
A sigh, Hijikata emits but a smile makes its way on his face.
He has more ideas to play with the perms now.
Aww two idiots in love! I can really picture them together, Gintoki lying on Hijikata and Hijikata secretly playinh with Gintoki's hair teeheehee
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