Happy birthday Katsura! I'm offering ya'll this fic of class president Katsura being teased by fem!Gintoki for this year's 26th June! Hope you'll like it!
Also, this fic was inspired by a fanart by llemonyyyy on twitter, please go and check their art out!
Gintoki sighed as she looked out the window. She'd been sitting here for half an hour, and already she could feel herself losing interest in the class. It was a maths class, too, which didn't make things better. She could do sums and divisions, add and subtract, what else could she need more? Really, maths classes were useless, she was certain of it.
She was taken out of her reverie by the sound of her desk cracking, her teacher's closed fist in the middle of her unopened exercise book. Gintoki almost fell out of her seat, startled. She should have been used to Otose Sensei's methods by now, but she forgot each time.
'Oï, brat, listen to my class or get out, understood?' The teacher screamed in her ear, and Gintoki nodded, cringing away.
'Didn't hear you, brat.' Otose-san insisted.
'Yes, Miss.' She answered sullenly.
She was forced to pretend to listen to the rest of the class, to pay attention to numbers she already knew, and formulas she would never bother to remember. Thankfully for her, though, maths was her last class of the day, and she rushed out of the classroom the minute the bell rang.
She didn't run far, slowing down the minute she was out of the teacher's sight, casually walking down the stairs to the lockers in the entrance hall. She grabbed her boots, putting them on, one arm propped against the locker to keep herself upright.
Once done, she walked outside, stretching her arms over her head, waiting for the straggler. The latter finally arrived, sighing once he caught sight of Gintoki.
'You should pay more attention in class, Gintoki. Otose-Sensei won't always just hit the desk if you keep this up.' Katsura said, pushing his glasses up.
'Yeah yeah, change the record, Zura, you're going to scratch it.' Gintoki answered, leaving the school's entrance, her arms still in the air. She felt the fabric of her shirt pull against her taunt back muscles, and didn't miss the barely concealed look Zura sent her.
It started a few weeks ago, the looks, the change of behaviour around her. Gintoki wasn't stupid, and she was a high-schooler as well, she was quick to understand what was wrong with Zura. Well, it would be more accurate to qualify it as "what had changed", actually.
Zura, the complete airhead, the inexplicable class president, one of her first friends, had a crush on her. Gintoki wasn't quite sure when it had started, actually, but she'd noticed it a month ago. It'd been at a party with their other classmates, in the house of Gintoki's best friend AND enemy, Hijikata.
Sougo had insisted upon playing all together, and unexpectedly, had suggested doing a spin the bottle. The sadist he was fully aware of how wrong the game could turn with a room full of teenagers with raging hormones. The party had ended with a newly formed couple, a girl crying, and two boys sporting a brand new black eye. And the realisation for Gintoki that Katsura had a crush on her. Which was, quite frankly, unexpected.
She'd caught it when the bottle stopped right between her and Zura sitting side by side, and Kondou saying 'Well, since it landed between the two of you, let's forget the other end, just kiss each other!'
Gintoki had shrugged, not really bothered by the idea. But Katsura had recoiled, cheeks turning pink, as he flusteredly shook his arms in front of him, mumbling about how he couldn't kiss Gintoki. The silver-haired teen had raised a brow, surprised by Zura's reaction, eyes studying his face and his body language. He'd sighed, turning towards Kondou.
'Looks like Zura doesn't want to, someone up to kissing so we can move on to someone else?' she asked, already pushing Sarutobi away as she threw herself at her.
After a few seconds of tense silence, too long to Gintoki's liking, the kid she babysat rose to her feet, walking to the group of teenagers. Kagura planted a kiss on the top of her head, patting her on the back a bit too strongly for a 6 years old. 'I kissed Gin-chan, now you can keep playing!' she said, and the whole group cowed at her.
She ignored them as she walked back to her seat in front of the TV after Gintoki ruffled her hair. Even though Kagura had distracted the whole group, Gintoki did not forget Katsura's weird reaction.
It had been a month, and ever since she'd realised it, she picked up brand new clues all the time.
The ogling was the most obvious one. Every time she stretched, revealed a sliver of naked skin, or laid down, Katsura's eyes were on her.
It wasn't exactly a new feeling, as they'd always observed each other, but Gintoki could now see that his gaze had changed. Challenge had been replaced by interest. It wasn't unpleasant, though, and she found herself not bothered by the newfound way Zura looked at her.
Just like with everything else, Gintoki had found a way to make use of this discovery, taking advantage of the opportunity to fluster Katsura whenever she could.
Just like she'd had seconds ago, deliberately leaving her shirt untucked so it would ride up and reveal the naked skin of her lower back for all eyes to see, but even more so for Katsura's.
She watched him look at her, glance at the top of her skirt before a light blush spread on his cheeks, and he looked away, flustered.
Gintoki grinned at the obvious reaction, keeping her arms over her head a little longer than necessary just in case Katsura got bolder and chanced a second look.
The silver-haired girl found Zura's reaction absolutely hilarious. For someone who boasted about not being influenced by his pairs, his reaction quite proved the contrary. It was even funnier with the fact that they'd grown up together. They'd bathed together in the early Shoka Sonjuku years, when Shouyou couldn't afford to use too much water so they had to fit all three in the bath, Shinsuke included.
He and Gintoki would always start a fight, Zura desperately trying, and failing, to keep his hair dry without being pulled into the brawl. And no matter who started it, they'd all get whacked by Shouyou, Zura included.
Zura had definitely seen her naked a considerable amount of times, which only made his reaction funnier.
Gintoki wondered if he reacted this way with all of the other girls, or if she was the only one to make him fluster this way. She would have liked to confirm her hypothesis, but no girl seemed to be interested in Zura, and all the ones she'd asked had actively refused to even try and get closer to him.
Gintoki couldn't understand why. It probably was a starting point in the reason why she suddenly seemed to be so interested by Zura's reactions to her, and for good reason: Katsura wasn't ugly.
He looked after himself, always proper and clean, his long hair neatly arranged, his glasses glued to his face, eyes stern. Contrastingly, he was nothing like his looks.
Despite his appearance, Zura was an airhead, spouting nonsense most of the time, laughing obnoxiously with Tatsuma while scheming during breaktime, always finding new reasons to wage war on the school management and the senior school administrator.
Most students were grateful for that, actually. Not many high schools could boast about having someone wanting to speak up for everyone on school grounds.
Because despite his flaws, Katsura had considerable qualities. He was self-confident and never let anyone walk all over him. He was supportive of his friends, and of strangers as well, and he had a strong moral code.
Gintoki knew, with the exception of Shinsuke, and maybe Tatsuma, that she was the only one this close to Katsura.
Despite all their complaints, Shinsuke and Gintoki held Katsura in high esteem, though they would never say it.
The walk back home went uneventfully, Zura harping on the meeting he'd had with the headteacher earlier in the afternoon, and lamenting Gintoki's absence despite her being one of Matsudaira's favourite students.
It wasn't so much the case, but Gintoki just appeared to be friends with Matsudaira's protegee, Hijikata, and thus the older-man had developed a fondness for Gintoki.
Gintoki bobbed her head left and right, not really pretending to listen to him, though she still couldn't help herself from actually listening to Katsura. Upon walking in front of an ice-cream vendor, she begged him to buy them one, and the dark-haired boy yielded particularly quickly, liking the sweet treats just as much as Gintoki.
The silver-haired girl did not miss the way Katsura looked at her the entire time she ate the ice-cream cone.
Surprisingly, Shinsuke was already home when they got back. Gintoki haphazardly left her shoes in the genkan while Katsura neatly put them away, and she plopped herself down in front of the TV.
'How come you're not in detention tonight?' She asked the other teen, leaning into his personal space to reach for the remote.
Shinsuke grabbed the remote before her, pulling it out of her reach before he clicked his tongue. 'Shut up. How come you're home this late, what were you two up to, huh?' He asked, wiggling a brow.
Both Katsura and Gintoki blushed furiously, the latter throwing herself at Shinsuke, grabbing his hair and pulling.
'Oï, what are you implying here, useless brat?!' She exclaimed, simultaneously pulling his hair and trying to muffle him in the pillows he'd brought from the couch.
Through panting breaths, Shinsuke reiterated his implications. 'You're spending a god awful amount of time together lately, I wonder what could be happening, that's all.' He said, his grin widening as Gintoki's pull increased.
Behind her, Katsura remained silent. Gintoki wondered if it was because he was embarrassed at having been caught, or if it was for another reason. Could he be having second thoughts?
Gintoki wouldn't doubt what she'd seen, knowing very well Katsura was interested in her. But there was a difference between having a crush on someone and actually acting on it.
Gintoki didn't have the time to plunge deeper in the thoughts as she was yanked by the back of her shirt, and was whacked behind the head, making her let go of Shinsuke's hair.
Just like her, the purple-haired boy received a whack and went to grab at his own head, complaining loudly 'Hey, I didn't do anything, she was the one who started it all!' he complained.
Shouyou ignored him, whacking Zura similarly to the two others. 'Sensei! Why? I didn't do anything!'
Shouyou smiled at him as he explained 'Exactly, Kotarou-kun, you let them fight without intervening. This is not what I taught you.'
Katsura opened his mouth to answer, but decided otherwise. Instead he rubbed at his head with a disgruntled air identical to the other two teenagers in the room.
'It's unfair, Sensei, she attacked me!' Shinsuke insisted.
Shouyou looked at him with the same slightly scary smile he always had when he scolded one of them. 'You were teasing her, Shinsuke-kun.'
'Of course I was! They think they're slick but I've noticed the way they look at each other! Don't you think they could've told me something, at least?' Shinsuke exclaimed.
Shouyou's smile widened, more genuine this time. 'I've noticed too, Shinsuke, but you shouldn't rush them. Would you like them to start asking about you and the young Kawakami-kun?'
Shinsuke and Gintoki both froze, though for different reasons.
Gintoki wasn't surprised to hear that Takasugi had noticed that something was going on with her and Katsura, but Shouyou? She knew the older man was attentive, but she thought she'd been discreet. Shouyou knowing meant that she wasn't, and that other people could have very well picked up on it as well. She couldn't imagine it.
People seeing her tease Katsura? People thinking she was hitting on him, answered to his advances and actually sought them? Ugh, how disgraceful. She would never be able to show her face out in high school if it truly was the case.
Maybe she should already try to convince Shouyou to change schools, try to move away from town? They'd done it so many times when she was younger, the older man surely would see no objection, right?
And here she was, criticising Katsura for being so melodramatic.
Had it been any other time, Gintoki would have latched onto Shouyou's sentence regarding Bansai, but she was way too focused on her own situation to laugh at Shinsuke's.
From the corner of her eyes, she watched her two friends scramble out of the room while she remained alone with Shouyou, musing.
She made a move to leave, too, but Shouyou's voice stopped her. 'Are you going to leave me alone too, Gintoki?' He asked, sounding genuinely dejected at the idea of being left alone by the teenagers, and Gintoki inwardly groaned. She couldn't measure up when Shouyou tried to move her to pity. She could never resolve herself to leave him alone.
She clicked her tongue, sitting back down in front of the TV. 'I'm not going anywhere, old man. Come watch TV with me?' She offered grudgingly, patting the pillow next to her.
Shouyou beamed, sitting next to her happily, content spending time with her whenever he was off work. Gintoki didn't talk about it, but she loved the alone time she could get with Sensei too. He understood her better than anyone else, and eased her worries when they got the better of her.
They watched some ridiculous TV show together until it was time to eat, and they reunited together with the two other boys. No matter how mad they could be, they'd never miss a meal with Sensei. It was one of the unspoken rules of the household; Do not let Sensei alone; Do not let Sensei eat alone; Do not let Sensei cook.
Contrary to what Gintoki had expected, the meal went uneventfully, Shinsuke not making the same mistake of teasing Gintoki and Katsura again, while the long-haired boy happily recounted his day to Sensei, at great length.
When the meal was over, the teens cleaned silently while Shouyou packed their lunch for the next day.
When everyone was put away, Shinsuke snuck out, throwing a last petty look to his friends before he jumped out of the window and headed straight for his best friend's house.
It left Katsura and Gintoki alone in their shared bedroom, the silver-haired girl grateful for Shinsuke's absence. It would have been too awkward otherwise, she knew it.
Katsura offered her to play Mario Kart, surprising Gintoki, and she accepted. They played together as if nothing had happened, Zura making comments here and there about Gintoki's performances, while still losing anyway.
Though she was winning, Gintoki wasn't fully focused on the game. She knew Katsura was scatterbrained, but she couldn't believe he hadn't been thinking about Shouyou's earlier words.
Tired of playing, she groaned as she set her controller down, flopping back down on her futon, stating 'I've had enough of the game, it's not funny when you're so bad at this.'
Zura finished the last race without her, only setting his controller down once the results appeared on the screen.
He sighed. 'I didn't know you'd noticed me watching, sorry.' He said, out of the blue.
It caught Gintoki by surprise, and she straightened up, assessing him.
'Why are you apologising?' She asked. 'If you thought you were doing something wrong from the start, why did you keep doing it?' She prodded, not in the least upset by his ogling, but taking the opportunity to get the worms out of him. Zura rarely opened up.
The dark-haired boy was sheepishly looking at his hands resting on his laps. He wasn't fidgeting. 'I thought you might think it weird, for me to think you're pretty, after we've spent such a long time together, with Shinsuke and Sensei….' He admitted.
Gintoki had thought about it, after she'd taken notice of Katsura's affection, and she hadn't really found it bothersome. She'd always considered him and Shinsuke as comrades, as her best friends, but never quite like brothers. She was the only one in the three of them to consider Shouyou as a father-figure, on top of being a teacher, after all.
Still, Gintoki thought Katsura didn't need to know all of that right now. Instead, she decided to tease him even more.
'Why, Zura, would you think I'm single right now, hm? Maybe I already have someone and I'm not interested in dating you?' She threw carelessly.
Katsura sucked in a breath, his eyes widening significantly.
On the inside, Gintoki was thrilled. She had not expected such a direct reaction. She licked her lips, enjoying the sight of Katsura's shocked face, his pink cheeks, lips slightly parted.
She decided to keep probing. She scooted closer to him, her face close to his as she added, 'Why do you think I spend so much time with Hijikata, huh?' expecting him to get all jealous and gloomy. Katsura didn't need to know that her best friend was as gay as one could be.
Instead of the sad reaction she expected, Katsura looked at her with delight, as if she'd just vowed to destroy the government with him. 'You're dating him?' He asked excitedly.
'What?' Gintoki answered, confused.
'You're dating Hijikata' –Katsura started, before whispering– 'but you're flirting with me…?' He said, looking oddly content by the conclusion he'd drawn. This certainly wasn't what Gintoki had expected upon starting this conversation.
'What? You'd like that?' The silver-haired girl asked.
Katsura straightened his glasses. 'Huh, no, no. Of course not. Cheating is not an exciting thing, but... If one cannot properly take care of his girlfriend... I shouldn't be slayed for stepping in and doing what should be done….' Katsura answered evasively.
Gintoki snorted. Of course, Katsura would have a weird cheating kink.
'Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not dating Hijikata,' she said, shattering his daydreaming, Zura's shoulders hilariously dropping as Gintoki spoke , 'but-…'
She stopped herself, watching Katsura look all dejected, and she vigorously shook him by the shoulders. 'Oï! Are you listening to me?'
'Yes, yes, I'm listening.' Katsura answered half-heartedly.
'Oï! You're not even looking at me, asshole!' She exclaimed, waving her hand in front of him.
Gintoki clicked her tongue before she grabbed Katsura by the collar and smashed their lips together, Zura's arms flailing behind him in surprise.
She almost immediately pulled away, her grip still tight on his collar as she said 'I'm telling you I wouldn't mind dating you.' She said, cheeks growing pink as she spoke.
Katsura's eyes widened. 'Really?' He asked.
Gintoki nodded. 'Yes, you dumbass. No matter what you're thinking, I'm not going around school flashing my nape at random people.'
Something seemed to cross Katsura's mind, and he asked. 'But would you? If, say, someone was to ask you about it, would it bother you to….?'
Gintoki squealed as she pushed his face away with her hands. 'Ughh you're disgusting, I'm taking it back! I don't want to date you anymore!'
Too late for her, as Katsura's hands reached for her hips, pulling her close, their noses touching.
'Too late, Gintoki.' He said, happiness so clear on his face, 'you're my girlfriend, now.'
Gintoki huffed. She really hadn't thought things through, huh.
She certainly had not expected Katsura to be immune to this type of teasing. She'd have to redouble her efforts to fluster the class pres, now, as she certainly wouldn't let him get off lightly.
Still, with his hands tight on her hips, pressed together on the futon, Gintoki found that she didn't mind that much dating Katsura.
Happy birthday Katsura!
I really wasn't sure how to write this fic because I was inspired by a drawing with girl Gintoki, but I don't personally like genderbending much, especially to turn a gay relationship into a heterosexual one. After talking about it with the lovely Meeko she encouraged me to keep it this way, so here it is! Many thanks to her, because I certainly wouldn't have finished writing this fic (and in time) otherwise!
I really do love the idea of Katsura class pres, and Gintoki lazy highschooler. I loved to imagine Gintoki starting to tease Katsura the moment she found out he was into her. Poor boy… (he loves it tho).
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