AN: I'm not quite sure where this came from. I was…I was watching something that definitely wasn't Gintama. In fact, it was Prince of Tennis. I opened up MS Word with the intention of writing Prince of Tennis, and somehow Gintama happened. What the hell? And it turned out to be sap and fluffy. And it's like the most drabble-like thing I've written—ever!
Rated T for one cuss word!
The Little Things
In a relationship like theirs, the big things mattered little. It was all about the little things. Because of who they were and who they are, being discrete sometimes was important.
A 'forgotten' receipt tucked away in pockets with ridiculous little notes scribbled on the back that made little sense.
There was a sword maintenance kit stashed away underneath the Yorozuya desk.
And no one in Shinsengumi wondered why there was suddenly a mini fridge in the captain's room. Especially not after someone checked the contents—and paid in full for his snooping—and found frozen sweets in the freezer compartment.
There were no official dates and no romancing. There definitely weren't any sweet words exchanged under a tree while sitting on a park bench.
Nope. Instead there were impromptu training sessions and run-ins during Shinsengumi work hours where a silver-haired man would trade barbs with a young captain.
Then there were the smirks and half smiles tossed at one another when no one was looking; the overt glances that spoke a million words.
And let's admit it. Those mean a lot more than a stupid fucking date.