I see your lips, the summer kisses
They avoided kissing as much possible - it wasn't suited to men of their type. And when they did, it was never soft or light. So Hijikata was surprised when Gintoki pecked his forehead as they sat together on the porch, on that unusually quiet summer day. Like the melody of the wind chimes that many hung by open doors and windows during the sunny season, it was gentle and warm.
He feels the guilt pouring in as he catches a glance of the very slightly white lips, and watches his retreating back.