Nirvana

Summary: AU. "Well, fuck you too," he had said it out of spite, despite his eyes sneaking brief glances over her body. Well, maybe he had another thing in mind when he said it. Okikagu.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama.

Chapter 20

"Of course, despite after all that's said and done, you're still making it up to me by being my little slave for the day."

Kagura wasn't even certain if she should inquire of the whereabouts where Okita had retrieved the collar in his hands from before he all too unceremoniously enveloped it around her slender neck. With a speed of lightning, Kagura could only catch a glimpse of the words: "My Cunt" written on the jet-black leather collar before she soon felt the sensation of it wrapping around her nape.

Her eyelids fluttered in a slow, baffled blink at the sudden turn of events. Although, her mind instantly processed what had taken place when her pseudo-boyfriend abruptly wrenched on the metal chain connected to the collar, his yank powerful enough to prompt even her into nearly collapsing to the concrete floor. There was a moderate chiming sound accompanying her movements as his course of action threatened to pull her down to the ground, the small noise giving away the implication of an existing bell complementing the collar around her neck.

It had taken them a half hour to actually lose the wild mob of angry waiters and waitresses chasing them the previous chapter, but when they had actually succeeded in fleeing, Okita had thrown out the suggestion of going to a shopping mall for their first date. Kagura didn't have any better idea, so she simply went with it. Besides, she was planning on purchasing a new Kakarot plushie from one of the stores there anyway.

It took her some time to actually gather her senses when the weird glances sent in her direction as contributed by the other shoppers around them eventually settled in on her. The skin of her cheeks warmed, turning the flesh there a faded pink in both embarrassment and annoyance as she tugged back at the chain. Okita, who had been seizing a hold on shackle the entire time, involuntarily took a few steps backwards when she harshly gave it a sharp jerk.

There was a blur before Kagura winded the rather lengthy chain around his neck in a single swift motion before she promptly tightened the makeshift choker she had made around his nape with it, her actions threatening to choke the air out of him as the shackles dug into the flesh of his scruff.

"Who are you calling slave, you son of a bitch?!" she growled, propelling her right foot against his ribcage multiple times as she brutally tried to suffocate him with the chain.

At this point, the people around them were already whispering about whether or not to phone the police – the concerned murmurs ironic considering that the two murderous idiots fighting in the middle of the shopping mall right now were nothing short of law enforcers themselves.

"O-oi, China. Are you trying to strangle me? Don't make me arrest you for attempted assault on a police officer now," he sounded the ill-conceived jibe despite being in the midst of violent retching as he grabbed at the shackle around him in a desperate endeavor to somehow loosen the tight grip around his neck.

However, when his efforts proved to be futile he then eventually gave up before resulting to sticking his index and middle fingers into both of Kagura's nostrils, shoving the digits deep enough to ignite a sharp stabbing pain all the way to the inside of the bridge of her nose.

"I'll arrest you first for being an idiot, you little scoundrel! Want me to shove my foot up your butt, huh?!" she snarled, the sound feral and menacing – though the threatening growl lost its intended effect as it was muffled as a result of Okita pushing his fingers into her nostrils. Aggravated, she freed one hand in order to clutch a deadly grip around his sand-tinctured bangs. Grabbing a fistful of them vehemently in her tight fingers, Kagura then proceeded to threaten to pull them out of their roots.

"You're the one who said you wanted to do something for me to make it up to me for being a bitch the other day! Now you're complaining?! I'll arrest you for crushing this officer's hopes and dreams of public S and M play, you brat!" he roared back at her, responding in kind in the form of also snatching a tight hold around her vermillion fringe, jerking on the roots of her mane hard enough for a spasm of pain to travel from the top of her head to the back of her neck.

Her response came in an instant. "You should arrest yourself for being a hopeless deviant and a scum of earth, you Himura Kenshin look-alike in The Final Chapter movie!"

Okita's clutch around her bangs reinforced itself as he started shaking her head furiously from head to right. "What was that, you little shit? Think you're hot stuff now that you've got boobs?! Don't make me fondle them, idiot!"

"Is sex the only thing you think about?!" Kagura shouted as she disregarded the throbbing ache in favor of landing a punch to his right cheek.

It didn't take them long before they were soon engaged in a bloody brawl, all the while also spouting some unintelligent insults at each other. Some of the other innocent civilians that were unlucky enough to be in close proximity suffered the misfortune of getting caught in between the messy fight, resulting in a ton of them scurrying away with large purple bruises all over their faces and tears cascading down from their eyes when they eventually managed to escape the monster duo's battle.

Okita let out a hiss as his back collided against one of the benches situated at the centre of the shopping mall, splinters of wood protruding against his back as Kagura quickly straddled him before immediately attempting to pummel a couple of hits at his handsome features – which was now considerably covered with dirt and light bruises.

A wave of arousal coupled with the surge of irritation pooling in his gut as he registered the delicious feel of her plump hips resting on his stomach before pressing up against the hard contours of his form. Well, at least this rivalry between them was never going to change – not that he minded it of course. It was a part of their convoluted dynamic, as twisted as that might sound. If Kagura abruptly halted trying to put him into a coma, he would probably start contemplating the possibility of the world ending.

Still, he was suddenly tempted to rail her senseless right here and now in front of the public eye. But he restrained himself at the last minute, deciding instead on another alternative as he reached his arm upwards to graze her chest.

A loud shriek erupted from her throat as Okita's hand lunged outwards to grasp tightly around the bodice of her strapless mini dress, his fingers curling around the top of her attire before pulling back. Startled by the abrupt gust of air as the action revealed the strapless lacy black she was clad in underneath. Okita's red gaze swept over the sight of her heaving bosoms in the sexy undergarment, the sadist licking his lips in slight anticipation as he noted how erotic she appeared on top of him with her cleavage all bared for his hungry stare. Fortunately enough, the other shoppers had long since decided against continue to hold spectacle their childish brawl in favor of savoring their own meager lives. No one was there to see the exposed flush of the skin on the top of her mounds, no one was there to eye up what was his.

His extreme measure elicited the intended effect he had expected when Kagura sputtered visibly, face a dark shade of scarlet as she pushed herself off of him. The sadist releasing his hold from her dress just in time as she subconsciously let go of the chain in her alarmed state of mind. Okita permitted himself a moment's reprieve as he finally inhaled the bits of air that he had lost earlier before briskly jolting upwards into a standing position.

He was in the middle of dusting off the dirt from his pants when Kagura hollered bloody murder at him, "I'll arrest you first for public indecency, sadist! I'm not gonna be your little doggie for the entire day, you hear me?! I'd rather go for Vegeta's shoulder pads than crawl on the floor for you!"

Okita took a second to note how admittedly endearing she looked as she fumed in both anger and humiliation in the midst of bellowing out her retort, tears of embarrassment peeking from the back of her eyes as a deep tinge of wine red colored her cheeks in a bright blush. Now she was the exact epitome of your stereotypical tsundere. But he didn't exactly deem it as a bad thing; if anything it egged him into bullying her even more.

He feigned hurt as he jutted his lower lip outward in an exaggerated manner of a sulking pout. "This after you promised me that I can have my way with you today? After you said that you'd do anything I ask you to as a form of repentance for hurting my poor feelings?" He expelled a loud, disappointed sigh that rang terribly fake in his ears as he included it in there for added emphasis. Shaking his head, he then added the effect of closing his eyes in a saddened fashion as he went on in a simulated depressed baritone, "I guess you don't feel that bad about it after all. Maybe I should go and cry into my pillow again tonight. Oh, mother, how shall I deal with this broken heart of mine?"

Peeking one eye open, the sadist almost burst out into a fit of amused chuckles as Kagura's gaze downcasted to the floor in slight shame and the blush adorning her cheeks reddened in hue, but he bit on the tip of his tongue to stifle the sound as he discreetly observed her tapping her fingers together in what seemed like a visible, nervous fidgeting fashion. When she lifted her head to peer at him again, Okita swiftly clamped his eyes shut in order not to get his dismayed façade blown, or else he was pretty sure she was going to hang him by the balls tonight if she noticed.

Thankfully, she didn't – and he got to keep his testicles for now.

"U-um, fine then. I'll…do whatever you want. But o-only for today, okay?" she relented, her voice a hushed whisper as she resonated the words out of her in a meek bearing. It was unbearably difficult to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her, sweep her off her feet and kiss her breathless right then and there as he eyed the adorable display of her chewing on the bottom half of her mouth and shyly rubbing her thumbs together.

It was a scene that he could only imagine described in a shoujo manga – yet the woman of his dreams was exhibiting the kind of behavior a female character would whenever they wanted to confess to their crush. Okita suddenly felt like spoiling her rotten and ruining her mind and spirit at the same time, but again, he summoned an ounce of self-control to halt himself from pouncing on her like some kind of feral beast. It wouldn't do to get riled up right now as this was what they could consider their first date – that said, he did have ideas for later though.

He tilted his head in a feigned thoughtful manner as he playfully hummed in what seemed like consideration. A second later, a wolfish grin spread on the corners of his lips as he repeatedly hooked and unhooked one finger in a gesturing manner towards her to come closer. Kagura's bright scarlet blush waned to a faded pink as she blinked in bewilderment, her mind reeling at the feasibility of the schemes he was devising in his head. Despite her confusion, however, she complied without much question as she went and ambled her way slowly but surely towards him regardless.

The minute she was about only one step away from him, Okita's strong arm briskly encased itself around her slim waist. An adorable and tantalizing noise slithered out of her throat in response, sounding in between a startled gasp and an ecstatic mewl as he roughly jerked her petite body flushed against the hard contours of his tall figure.

He relished in the feel of her supple breasts pressing against his alabaster chest through their clothes before he leaned down, craning his head to the side and intentionally blowing a warm puff of air over the reddened shell of her ear as he formed the teasing and seductive whisper, "Then…my first command to you, my lovely little piggie, is to kiss me right here and now. In front of everyone."

Okita was not surprised at all when she instantly fumed in return, and he was more than a little satisfied with himself when the gesture prompted the stimulating sensation of her bosoms driving up against him. But he kept a neutral mask as he drew apart to study her expression, and true enough, she appeared torn between pissed off and giddy at his request. The flush on her cheeks indicated both ire and embarrassment, and undertones of coy innocence lingered underneath the feisty fire in her cerulean orbs.

"Are you insane?" she half-shrieked and half-whispered in a mixture of mortified embarrassment. "There are a lot of people here. You wanna make out and shove your tongue down my throat here, of all places?"

That sounds like a nice idea, the inappropriate line of musing crossed his mind. He opted against voicing it out loud as he quirked an eyebrow at her in a masqueraded posture of innocent questioning. "I never meant to that extent. I only wanted nothing more and nothing less than a chaste little peck. You've got a dirty train of thought, princess," he replied in mock ignorance, purposefully affixing the nickname as he was fully aware of the effect it would have on her.

And true enough, a breath hitched in her throat and a temporary scintilla of raw desire perturbed her ocean blue irises before she cleared her throat in what seemed to be a desperate endeavor to recoup her composure. Okita quelled a roguish grin as she fumbled over her words before huffing an indignant huff.

"Fine, if that's what you want," she finally yielded, tongue darting out to wet her lips as her gaze fell on his mouth. Okita was tempted to bite on the wet appendage, but it drew back into the crevice of her mouth soon after as she paused before eventually leaning up on her tiptoes to confer him a light, featherlight kiss on his full lips. Although, he could only savor the taste of her cherry-flavoured lipstick for a brief milisecond as she swiftly broke off the innocent lip-lock.

She must be messing around with him if she really assumed that would be enough to satiate him. He wanted more.

He pursed his lips into another pout. "Too short, China. Try again."

Kagura groused something that sounded like a savage curse under her breath, nearly squealing as he glided his fingers against her sides in a form of a punishment as a result. The ticklish sensation incited a low moan from the back of her throat before she rapidly repudiated the fire threatening to build in her loins in favor of shooting him a withering look.

"You're too demanding," she tried to sound annoyed, but her voice lacked any venom or bite as the words escaped her in a small pant. "Everyone's looking. That's enough, isn't it?"

"If I remember correctly, today's 'Do as Okita Sougo says' day, no?" His clutch around her waist reinforced ever so slightly as he pulled her ever so impossibly closer to him. He could almost feel the wandering eyes of the bystanders around them, but couldn't bring himself to care as his mischievous scarlet irises locked with her embarrassed blue ones. His voice was at a dangerously low octave as he proceeded, "I decide when it's enough. Now give me a better kiss, or I'll have to show you a better one."

In spite of her constant act of protesting, it was rather obvious that she enjoyed having him boss her around – if the sight of her teeth chewing on her quivering lip and the dazed look in her pools of ceruleans were anything to go by. A trembling breath left her before she obeyed him, inclining forward until their lips brushed against one another again. This time, her mouth remained longer on his as her lips gently, carefully and almost teasingly motioned against his. A few seconds passed before she drew apart again, cheeks terribly hot and eyes heavy and half-lidded as she meekly stared up at him.

The compulsion to tease her grew even more at the cute sight, and he issued yet another husky order, "Again. You can do better than that."

Her right heel suddenly found solace in digging into his left shoe, but he remained unwavering despite the pressure she applied on his poor foot. His fervent ogle fixated sorely on the pink and glossy texture of her lips, his mouth tingling with the budding urge to smother her before he repressed it in a flash as he intended to focus on the syllables bubbling out of her when he perceived the moving of her lips as if she was uttering something.

Kagura's nose scrunched up in slight vexation as she bitterly spat at him, "Stop complaining. You do it then."

Oh, I would if I could. Given that you don't mind me making you grind against my thigh out here in public in the process, the indecent thought occurred to him before he swiftly vanquished it. This wasn't the time to let one of his kinks seep through…not yet at least.

Licking his lips in an attempt to cool down his pooling lust, Okita then recomposed himself before supplying his retort in what he hoped was a casual tone. However, just a hint of asserted dominance retained itself as he breathed, "Well, if I have to do everything, what's the point of asking you to do it then? You said you'd go along with anything I ask of you, so don't get your panties in a bunch over a little kiss. Either that," he paused, a feral and animalistic grin curving at the edges of his lips, his voice dropping to a lower notch as he tilted his head to the side and whispered the suggestive letters into her ear, "or we go inside that women's store and you can let me use your mouth in the dressing room. Pick your poison, piggie."

Let me use your mouth.

Those simple words made her knees quake and her skin prickle. Yes, please. Use me. The thought permeated her mind before she could stop it from rearing its ugly head. Her flesh felt like it was on fire as the coil in the depths of her belly tightened ever so slightly.

She traced her lips with the tip of her tongue before verbalizing what she hoped came across as an exasperated riposte, "Alright, fine. If you really want it that much, I'll kiss you again, stupid sadist."

And with that, she quite literally grabbed at the collar of the snowy t-shirt he was garbed in, startling Okita whose eyes broadened into the size of saucers in muted shock as she slammed her lips vehemently against his. She might have bumped their teeths together, but neither seemed to care as her lips moved fervently against his. Her tongue darted out to poke in between the upper and lower half of his lips, the sensation of her skimming the wet appendage against the entrance of his mouth prompting him to flutter his eyes shut in light euphoria. His still mouth began to meet her motions with equal fervor as he leaned forward to deepen the kiss, the movements of his lips soon matching her hot and heavy ministrations as he parted his lips to permit her tongue access into the insides of his mouth.

Normally, he would have fought back in a battle of dominance, but just this once, he allowed her to take the lead as her tongue skated against the roof of his mouth, trailing along his pearl white teeth and exploring each and every crevice she could before stroking against his. He kept his movements demure compared to the aggressive massages of her tongue against his before she pulled apart slightly to nip and suck on his lower lip.

By the time she finally decided to stop and let go, the poor bottom half of his mouth was already a slightly bruised mess from her little bites and suctions. A thin string of saliva connected their lips, their breathings labored as Kagura eventually broke apart from him. Uncurbed ardour danced in Okita's now clouded red gaze peeking from half-lidded eyelids as they met with her equally passion-filled ones. He permitted himself a fleeting moment to relish in the feeling of her chest heaving up and down against his in accordance to her breathing patterns before he reached his free hand upwards to swipe his thumb over her soft mouth, the lipstick now barely there after the multiple lip-locks they shared. Okita inhaled a small intake of air before crushing her lips with his in a searing kiss for the last time – for now – before swifly drawing apart just as briskly as he had initiated it.

A low bouts of chuckles rippled out of him as Kagura shot him a half-glower, her mouth a thin line in the form of a tight scowl as she huffed, "There. You satisfied now? Was that good enough for you?"

He nudged her nose with his, laughing as she complained that it hurt despite herself leaning closer before he provided a teasing remark in return, "Hm. Good enough, I guess. Could use some work, but that's probably because I'm the better kisser." Or so he said, but his mind was already conjuring up lewd images of her naked and writhing underneath him, hair strewn over his sheets and pillow like a halo as he claimed her over and over again throughout the night. Patience, Sougo. He told himself as he inwardly inhaled a calming breath to somehow ease his carnal desires, if only for a little bit.

Okita feigned a pained wince as she went and proffered him an infuriated pinch at his left arm. "Shut up. You know you liked it," she scoffed at him, though the telltale signs of a gladdened smile lingered at the corners of her lips. "And even after you told me you weren't looking for a make-out session in the first place."

"I wasn't," he supplied the mock defense, "but since you started it, I just played along." That was a lie, they both knew. In part, he was actually anticipating the events to take that kind of turn.

He still hadn't released the grasp he had around her waist, and she still hadn't unclenched her fingers from their grip around his collar – only loosened them a bit to the point it didn't feel as much like she was trying to murder him by strangulation. By this point, after all their bold display of affection, an angry old and bald man was already at their side chastising them over how the younger generation should learn how to keep their hands to themselves.

"Beat it, baldy. This ain't any of your business," both of them blatantly emitted in unison as they shot daggers at the poor old man, who flinched before spinning on his heels and running off to the other direction in tears.

"I'm suddenly hungry," Kagura sighed against his chest as she flopped her head on his left shoulder. The little thing called his heart in Okita's chest began thumping wildly and loudly at the rather romantic gesture and he resisted the urge to embrace the living breath out of her as he settled with nuzzling his nose against the top of her head.

He savored the pleasant scent of her Vidal Hahoon shampoo as the soft tendrils of her vermillion mane tickled his nose and cheeks before forming a snide response, "Again? I'm pretty sure you ate already at the restaurant. Now you feel like eating again? How gluttonous are you really, little piglet?"

His insides fizzled with both warmth and arousal as China cocked her head slightly upwards to graze her teeth against his Adam's apple in what could only be passed as a warning posturing. Her tongue flicked out of her lips to give him a brief, experimental lick at the side of his nape, the girl smirking against his skin as he visibly shuddered before she echoed out a smart wisecrack, "Shuddup. I can eat whatever and whenever I want. Besides, you must be hungry too, right? Let's go and find some food court or something. Was it on the ground or first floor again?"

"Hmm. I forget. Let's just wander for a while, I'm sure we'll stumble upon it like an anime girl with toast in her mouth bumping into some guy when she's late for school." She didn't bother to counter his joke regarding the cliché shoujo manga setting as he split her bangs apart for a brief moment to give her a couple of lingering kisses on her forehead and hairline. A warm smile crossed his lips as Kagura's eyes fluttered close from the gesture before sliding open again when he pulled apart. He then continued, "Now let me guess, I'm gonna be the one paying?"

"Well." She squirmed in his arms when he nuzzled his nose against hers. "I've only got 100 yen in my purse right now. Think it's enough?"

"Considering your ravenous appetite, maybe not," he snorted at her, the taunting barb thrown in her direction accompanied by the sound of his small laughter as it vibrated from his chest. He had expected her to gut-punch him out of anger from the playful provocation, but instead, she abruptly buried her face deeper into the T-shirt her wore, rubbing her forehead against his broad shoulder now as she emitted a lovable small whine from the back of her throat.

Damn her and her cuteness, he mused to himself as male pride and giddiness swelled in his heart at the intensely darling display. But it wasn't as if he actually disliked it, so he conferred her another chaste, featherlight kiss on the shell of her ear.

"Want me to take off the collar, princess?" he husked against her ear as he caught the flappy skin of her earlobe before nipping lightly on it. He relished in the startled gasp and the breathy mewl he earned in return, the tiny noise he elicited from her prompting him to pull back on her earlobe before letting go.

"Yeah, as soon as possible, if you can," Kagura murmured against his shoulder blade. "Especially since there's the words 'My Cunt' on it. I don't want anyone to think I'm some kind of exhibitionist, mind you."

"You're not?" he expelled what seemed to be a mock gesture at a surprised gasp as he supplied this, only to break into a short-lasting fit of jovial guffaws as she conferred him a punch at his chest, though this particular hit was nothing short of light and playful and proffered him no significant damage at all.

A wave of disappointment poured over her as he finally pulled apart from her, his arm loosening its hold around her as he completely drew apart from her to give her a crooked and impertinent grin.

"Sure, but on one condition," he started, purposefully droning out his words. Kagura furrowed her brows into a deep, baffled brown before narrowing her eyes in suspicion at him as she caught on to the glint of mischief in his alluring shade of red orbs.

"Well, what is it?" she carefully prodded after a short pause.

"If you promise me that you'll end each sentence with a nyaa," he stopped only briefly to impersonate a cat before assuming his cheeky tone and the equally impish slant of his lips again, "then I'll take it off of you."

Kagura's cheeks flushed a deep hue of ruby as another surge of embarrassment caused the blood to rush through her head again. She was on the verge of declining the offer, only to halt herself as she considered it a moment. After some contemplation, she eventually concluded that ending her sentence with a cat phrase was a better alternative by a thousand fold in comparison to actually letting herself be dragged around like a dog the entire time.

Although, she probably wouldn't mind it in bed. Probably. But not in public for sure. It was too damaging to her engorged pride.

"Ugh, fine. I'll humor your weird fetishes this time, sadist," she relented, endorsing a reluctant exterior despite inwardly noting to herself that she didn't exactly hate it. Not completely at least.

Okita didn't respond at once and merely fixed an imploring gaze on her. She quickly comprehended the meaning behind the look.

"I'll humor your weird fetishes this time," she sounded an audible gulp, cheeks darkening as more embarrassment showered over her before she meekly echoed the word, "nyaa."

Kagura wasn't sure what was more humiliating – the fact that she had to vocalize such a cutesy, cat-girl phrase, or the fact that it came out of her in an awfully shy voice that was so unlike her habitually brash demeanor. But after feeling him removing the collar from her (and once again making it disappear into nothing in a split second), and seeing the pleased glimmer in his scarlet irises and the wide, toothy grin on his lips, she decided it was most likely worth the embarrassment.

"Okay, that's good." Okita nodded his head once in an affirmative manner. "Now we just gotta find a cosplay store somewhere in this damn shopping mall and get you a pair of cat ears and a tail with a bell wrapped around it. After that, the look's complete."

He found himself doubling over in pain on the floor a moment later when she delivered a punch to his gut that could have rivalled even Saitama's.


A/N: First part of Okikagu date. I was planning on making it one chapter, but after I got started on typing the update, I realize that it would be another over 10k word count lolol because there's plenty more scenes between them where that came from. Hope you guys enjoyed the fluff (and little bit of smexy bits sprinkled in there)!

lightbattery, CheeryLola, JuneyOkikagu, alcaponieeee, Sukonbu.n.co- I'm glad that I managed to get people both hating and curious about Saitou lolol, I've got more planned for him and Shun in that other fic (and yes, it's Corrupting Me Sweetly), and I'm not exactly sure how readers would feel about them as their backstories are more detailed there (they're not full assholes, but they're not complete angels either. Although, again, I'd argue that Shun's most of the time caught in Saitou's bullshit, so he's a bit better lol). And yes, they've got a little bit of layers to them. I actually have a lot of plans for Okikagu (for example, I've got this idea about how they met while they were young and how their relationship develops over the years. It's more of a compilation of moments between them). There's also another compilation I've got planning where if they were put in the modern world, and living together in the current day Covid-19 lolol. I was actually even thinking of a side-piece to Nirvana (again, more of a compilation). Tbh, my brain's been pumping with ideas on moments (both smut-wise and fluff-wise) between them, so yeah, most of my ideas are compilations lmao. Well, ahem, back to the fic, I'm happy that you guys enjoyed the confession scene. Took me a while to think how Sougo would confess lolol, and I'd say that it wouldn't be completely normal. I also had trouble not gushing over the entire course of writing the previous update, had to take a few breaks lmao. Of course, I still gotta add in their shenanigans and antics because Okikagu wouldn't be the same without them. I'm not sure if the fluff in this chapter managed to make you guys squeal and blush, but I'm hoping it did. There's gonna be a bit more fluff in the next chapter so look forward to that too. And welcome back Sukonbu.n.co! I was wondering where you went, hope you've been well dear. Everyone's been busy so I completely understand if any of you don't have the time to review, just knowing that so many people love and support this fic is enough. And I wish you the best of luck with your online classes, alcaponieeee! They're a bit of a drag, but try to focus on your studies too. I'm okay with you leaving reviews so late if you're too busy. It's completely understandable. Again, thank you for all the lovely feedbacks! I'd like to reply more just to show you guys how much I love reading your reviews, and the entire vibe the Gintama fandom gives, but that'd be more than 3k worth of essay so I'll refrain lmao.