Warning: Ideas taken from a mixed between the manga 19 Days and Gusari's DJ on OiIwa
Disclaimer: I'm sorry bits and pieces of the plot and atmosphere were ripped off and Gintama isn't even mine either so basically,… screw copyright.
Setting: AU, High-School, Childhood Friends. Possibility of OOC is high but I'm in the mood for something light-hearted so maximum fluff ahead.
How-to-read: Take it like a manhwa installation. This means short chapters on the characters day-to-day happenings - tends to jump around a lot so be prepared.
The Whisper Passing Through My Lips
Chapter 2 - Is It Really The Time To Joke?
Gintoki tapped the shoulder of the person walking in front of him. The raven hair turned to face him, and acknowledged him with a small nod as Gintoki waved to convey his morning greeting.
They walked side-by-side and entered the school ground for another new day of learning.
'…you're so quiet today. It's creeping me out.' The dark-haired man called Hijikata, spoke to him for the first time that morning.
With a handsome appearance that would seem as if he would be popular among the girls, the man with the morning low-blood-pressure is an unfriendly existence to those who are not his friends.
The two headed for their classroom together after they changed into their indoor shoes and Gintoki mouthed the words without a sound.
'Are you trying out miming or something? You look stupid… not that your usual look isn't stupid anyway.'
Gintoki took offence and mouthed his complaint in a flurry of silent words.
'Oi, seriously. Don't play that stupid game with me.' Hijikata started to feel irritated.
Gintoki settled down onto his chair and opened his bag to take out a notebook. After finding an empty page, he wrote something and passed it to the person sitting in front of him.
'You seriously can't speak?' Hijikata searched for truth in those dark red eyes after he read those messy writings.
Gintoki nodded convincingly and grabbed the book to add more.
'It's not a cold? And the doctor said that there isn't anything wrong with your throat?'
Gintoki nodded once again.
'Heh. Aren't you supposed to check your brain? The doctor would probably find that everything is wrong in there.'
Gintoki snatched the notebook to scrawl paragraphs of complaint and tore the page to throw it at Hijikata's face. Luckily for Hijikata, he saw it coming and caught the scrunched ball of paper in time.
At the same time, the teacher came into the classroom and any response to their banter was put on hold as they were forced to stand to greet the teacher.