The sunburned hands I used to hold
Hijikata was never a fan of summer, and was even more annoyed with it when Gintoki slyly moved away when he tried to hold his hand. He had spotted the reddish tinge, and for the first time found it odd that someone like him had such fair skin.
He left without a word and returned with a small bottle, forcefully taking Gintoki's hands and rubbing the medicated cream into it. Almost as if it was blushing, the fair, calloused hands were beautiful.