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For your NSFW hcs on Kamui, if Kamui’s GF was an amanto species which could also regenerate would Kamui be more rough and manhandle her more? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Also do you have any thoughts on Kamui’s opinion of condoms? I love your writing eheh

First of all, apologies because I don’t even know how long it took me to get on this request .-. Perma Takasugi brainrot and continuing Gintama at the same time, don’t mesh too well with handling requests ;-; But as I said, sooner or later I take on all requests so here I am! plus i have a soft spot for kamui T-T And thank you so much for your kind words!

Warnings: Sexual content, obviously!

Kamui with Amanto S/O (Sexual HCs)

Kamui dating a fellow Amanto is something I can see him doing with far more ease than him going for a human, unless we are talking about specific cases of him being utterly enchanted by one. An Amanto girlfriend who regenerates, and at the very least possesses some sort of strength would be a better match for him, in my opinion.

At first, I can see Kamui challenging you or attempting to test your limits in non sexual ways. If he thinks fighting you would be a worthy experience, he’d be on your ass 24/7, urging you to spar with him. The prospect of fighting someone he can’t easily defeat because of their regenerative powers excites him to no end, but what happens if you aren’t particularly interested in fighting him?

He’d grow obsessive, of course. Even if he saw you only for your strength in the beginning, he starts orbiting around you more and more, noticing more than one way in which you appeal to him. From the way you carry yourself, to the way you smile, or even what your favorite snacks consist of, he takes mental notes on each and every little thing you do, until he realizes that he is interested in you.

The “Fight me” talks will shift to “Go out with me”, with Kamui being particularly insistent. He isn’t someone who easily takes no for an answer, and so no matter what kind of argument you bring up as to why dating him is a bad idea, he’ll counter it in no time. He’ll visit you every single day, courting you until you finally say yes. The longer it takes for you to accept his advances, the more exciting things will be for him. He loves such cat and mouse games.

Even if the two of you become a couple and things go rather well, Kamui won’t stop asking for a duel, though sooner or later he’ll come to realize there are other ways for him to test his strength and your limits. *drop careless whisper or another sexy track idk*

It wouldn’t surprise me if he went hard from the get-go, but I think he’d prefer to gradually get rougher. He wants to experience every step of the way, to find every single way to break you. Even if Kamui is an impatient guy, when it comes to his prey, he takes his time to savor it.

Now I’m not an expert in Amanto sexology or whatever, but I would imagine their stamina to be significantly higher than that of humans, and their refractory period to be shorter if not inexistent, meaning that he has no issue going for multiple rounds over and over again.

The way I see it, I don’t think that it really matters to him whether you are submissive or dominant.

If you are more on the sub side of things, he’ll absolutely love manhandling you. You can bet on him skull-fucking you whenever you go down to him, making sure that you gobble it all up, or there will be consequences. He won’t hesitate to bend you over, pounding you until the line between pleasure and pain gets blurred.

“I told you to drink it all. If your mouth is incapable of doing this one simple thing, then perhaps your other holes will be more obedient.”

When it comes to using bondage, I’m a bit torn on whether he’d enjoy using it in the bedroom or not. In a way, seeing you all weak and defenseless at his disposal does satisfy him, but wouldn’t it be more exciting if the one to overpower you was him and him only? Who needs binds and ropes when he can keep your wrists clamped with one hand, when he can have your knees squashed between his and the bed? He loves being the one to handle you and giving you the illusion of being able to run away just adds more to his little “hunting” game.

I mentioned above that Kamui doesn’t mind it whether his partner is sub or dom, and this is why he’d find equal amusement in someone who doesn’t just take it. If you put up a fight, if you get him to struggle, in his eyes, that’s just another worthwhile challenge. He won’t start punching and kicking the shit out of you, but a bit of “harmless” brawling hurt nobody. The second you get underneath him, he’ll grace you with another of his not-so-innocent smiles, informing you of his victory.

“My, Y/N, it looks like you’re out of shape! Or is it because you’re trying to get me to do all the job? Either way, that won’t do it, but don’t worry, I’m more than happy to fuck some of that fighting spirit back into you!”

He is so cocky when he wins, I swear, but if you ever manage to win (or he wants to see what it’s like on the other side of the moon by losing on purpose), he’ll be equally satisfied. Really, he has no issue with you getting on top of him or attempting to test his limits by edging him, though if it turns out that you aren’t up to the task, he’ll definitely tease you about it.

“What’s the matter? It feels too good? Don’t tell me you want to forfeit your victory!”

From time to time, he’ll definitely roll his hips against yours on “accident” and then "apologize" for it by doing it again. Even if your strength excites him, knowing how he is the only one who can make you so weak, turns him on infinitely. Making a prey out of a fellow hunter is the ultimate satisfaction, so by all means, struggle and squirm. Have him fight for dominance, do everything in your power to offer him a stellar game and he’ll be glued to you no matter what.

Now when it comes to actually using force in the form of spanking or whatever, I can only see him using that as a form of punishment, but even then he’d try to keep his strength in check. Playing rough with you is fun and all, but sending you flying across five buildings as if you are Nobunobu isn’t sexy in the slightest. He’d much rather test you by seeing how much pounding you can take, how many times he can fuck your holes until you beg him to stop, how fast it takes for your body to erase his bites and bruises, how he can really bring your regeneration to its limits only to try again later. He’d definitely be rough, but never abusive.

To answer your question about condoms, I don’t see him being a fan of them for many reasons. For once, sex with him doesn’t end with one round. He’d have to buy an entire condom factory if he wants to do it often with you, and I don’t think Shinsuke would appreciate going bankrupt over Kamui’s sexual exploits. He must already be paying a shit ton of money to afford his eating habits.

Another reason being that he’d much rather see his “artwork” in all its glory. Your bruises, scratches, marks and, of course, his cum dripping out of you. To him the sight of your fucked up state is simply proof of a good time. He might even entertain the idea of fucking it back into you for the sake of watching it pour out all over again, which brings us to the third reason.

Kamui definitely has a breeding kink. It’s not that he’s in a rush to becoe a father, rather that he loves the idea of creating a strong child. If someone with your regeneration and his strength were to give birth to one, then such a child would be a force to be reckoned with. Even if his intention isn’t to actually make you pregnant, he will never stop entertaining the idea.

To conclude, nope. Kamui never considers condoms, leaving you to be the one to care about contraception. He won’t mind if you go on the pill, though he’ll most likely convince himself to ignore that fact. Besides, isn’t risk-taking all the more exciting?

Final thoughts: Kamui would definitely step up his game with an Amanto girlfriend, though he wouldn’t go full Undertaker on her. Light sadism is in cards, but abuse isn’t. Overall, as long as you are able to take it, he won’t hesitate to give it to you, turning sex with him into a fun experience of the one pushing the other to its limits.

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A/N: You have no idea for how long this one-shot has been waiting in my drafts! б（＞ε＜ ）∂ I’m just so happy that I’ve finally managed to finish it! Hope y’all enjoy<3

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 “𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴” 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘪 𝘟 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⚠️𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7.4𝘒

Walking through the empty halls of the Harusame ship all by yourself was something that most humans, and even other amantos, would see as far too dangerous to even consider. After all, the Space Pirates Harusame, were viewed as the largest crime syndicate in the entire universe. Still, the mere knowledge did not stop you from pursuing a spot in the mentioned organization.

Your eyes scanned the surroundings in search of some form of entertainment until your sensitive ears picked up on some familiar noises quite far away from where you had currently stopped. The longer you listened however, the more you began to notice just how similar they sounded to ones of a goat screaming at the top of its lungs. And of course, not wanting to miss out on the fun, you lazily began to walk in the direction in which the training room was located.

Whistling in sync with your steps, hands still in your pockets, you swiftly kicked open the closed doors that were separating you from the commotion. An awestruck expression crossing your features as you sat down on a bench near the exit, while lifting your left leg over the other. Your palms, placed on each side of the bench, as you tilted your upper body over your thighs in the process. Everything about your posture, expressing just how excited this scene was making you.

Right before your eyes was a certain vermillion haired amanto performing a literal mass murder, considering the amount of yatos that were jointly attacking him. And despite being completely alone, the commander of the 7th division still somehow managed to completely overwhelm all his subordinates.

You had always been fascinated by the young commander, despite his psychotic reputation. The way his long vibrant hair would flow elegantly through the air, accompanied by that bloodthirsty expression that would sometimes make your knees feel like jelly. It was a beautiful combination of spring and winter, warmth and cold, fire and water, vermillion and blue. And you would become so entranced by it that your surroundings would cease to exist.

Soon, you'd forget about the numerous unconscious bodies that would lay across the open field. Gaze solely fixated on the male's oblivious figure. And as animalistic as Kamui was, even he would always fail to notice your presence unless you wanted him to do otherwise.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The commander's voice suddenly echoed through the large training room, forcing the sound of careful, yet still noticeable, footsteps into an abrupt stop. Obviously that question was meant for Abuto, as the addressed male shakily turned his attention toward his superior. The visible beads of sweat that were trailing down his forehead and neck, making it all the more apparent.

Had you been like any other human being, or as your fellow amantos liked to describe it: not lacking a fist-sized organ that pumps blood throughout the entire body, the first emotion that you were supposed to express would probably have been concern. Maybe even worry or anxiety, but certainly not amusement and anticipation.

"Commander, don't you think it would be better for you to have a rest first? That looked pretty intense." The male was obviously trying to avoid the younger yato's demand. Though, from your perspective, his attempts seemed to be futile.

Not that you cared. Quite the opposite. A small part of you felt slightly curious over how long this man would possibly be able to stand against the 7th division commander. You have heard stories about Abuto and knew that he was stronger than an average yato. Obviously not Umibōzu level, but still decent.

As far as you were concerned however, you were more interested in whether Kamui had already surpassed his father or not. Since you up until this day, did not have the luck to meet the man in person. 

Though, based on the information that you've obtained, he was definitely not weaker at this point. And watching as the young amanto completely destroyed the unfortunate man without even batting an eyelash, made you subconsciously wonder just how strong his father must have been to have a son with such promising abilities.

Boredom was a dangerous disease and once you caught the infection it would be almost impossible to find a cure. Because once it had infiltrated your body, no matter what you do and how entertaining you had considered it at the beginning, everything would from that point on seem equally boring.

It was much like a never ending circle. And for some reason, once you had found yourself looping within it, there was no way out of it. You'd never get the same thrill from the things you once loved and will have no other choice but to find something new to keep you afloat. And perhaps, this little in-between moment, was the most dreadful part of it all. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

To you, that vermillion haired amanto was a way to evade this circle. He was entertaining to watch, as well as you found certain similarities to stop you from falling into a hole of complete self despair. His presence, as well as existence in whole, made you believe that you were not the insane sociopath that everyone else claimed you to be. Sure the two of you never spoke, but just watching was enough for you to understand that you were not alone in this godforsaken universe.

It was an unhealthy obsession. You knew. But then again. Everything about you was unhealthy. And you have lived this way your entire life. This abnormality, one of the main reasons that you've managed to survive thus far. So what was the point in changing if it would help you achieve nothing?

Though, recently you have come to notice a familiar feeling of dread invading your senses. Perhaps watching was not enough anymore. You needed something else. Something more intense. Until a light bulb suddenly appeared, making your eyes sparkle in realization. Perhaps what you needed was to actually participate. To exist in the commotion. Or even better. To create.

Keeping this in mind, your eyes began to travel around the dining hall until they fixed themselves onto a rather noticeable figure with a mountain of food placed on the table. You still had no idea what was likely to catch your, or anyone's, attention at all. Was it the food or was it the amanto shoving everything down its throat? What you did know however, was that eating was probably the only thing about the 7th division commander that you did not find too attractive. Amusing, yes. Appealing, no.

But, since you had finally found your target, which was not all that hard you might add, you decided not to dwell on those thoughts and simply continue with your current mission. Abuto was the first to notice your appearance, though you were pretty sure that his superior had too, but simply chose to ignore you.

The older yato arched an eyebrow at you as a silent way of asking why you had decided to approach them. But, instead of answering, you simply waved a hello while letting a fox-like smile present itself on your face, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Is it alright if I sit with you fellas?” You asked airly, gazing at the vice captain since you had figured that the commander probably wasn't going to engage in any type of conversation with you. Yet, at least. Not waiting for an actual response, you simply made yourself comfortable at the empty seat beside the younger yato. Which, of course, earned a sweat-drop from the other.

Abuto eyed you carefully, knowing exactly who you were. He had heard a lot of the other amantos speak about you and your reputation wasn't one to take lightly. As an information broker, it was no wonder you were constantly perceived as a sly and questionable individual who still somehow managed to climb his way towards the top of the hierarchy of the Harusame Pirates. Becoming one of the most valuable and trustworthy assets for their leaders.

Which was why the older amanto couldn't help but wonder why you had decided to join them. Had the Elders begun questioning their loyalty and decided to send you to confirm their suspicions? Obviously, the man was probably overthinking this. But due to your reputation it wasn’t strange that he had a hard time trusting your intentions. Since not even once, after joining the Space Pirates, had you tried to strike a conversation with the two.

Kamui, on the other hand, did not seem to be too bothered by your presence. Firstly: Abuto was pretty sure the younger male had no idea who you were. And secondly: knowing the other amanto, he probably deemed you far too weak to be acknowledged. Which wasn't all that strange, considering how skinny you were.

Though, it was quite hard to pinpoint whether that really was the case, noting the baggy clothes that you were wearing did everything but show off any possible hidden muscles. And let’s not forget the glasses that made you seem even more harmless if that was possible. In other words: you looked like a stereotypical computer geek, but with a very shady past. 

"Do you mind if I touch your hair?" Abuto could swear he almost choked as those words left your mouth. His attention, going to your figure straight away making him even more baffled. Your right cheek was resting on the palm of your hand with your elbow placed on the table. The same smile that you wore ever since you had approached them, still present. 

Everything about your posture screamed relaxed. Which was anything but normal, since you were speaking with the 7th division commander of the Harusame Pirates. And if your previous actions had made him question your sanity, then one could only imagine what Abuto must've felt when you reached out for the other male's braid. 

The blank look Kamui was giving you, doing nothing to calm the older man’s nerves. He could only hope his superior wouldn't do anything rash. Everyone knew just how valuable you were for the Elders and Abuto was sure that they'd choose you over them any day.

"Say Abuto, who is this? I can't smell any ounce of fear emitting from him." The vermillion haired boy asked cheerfully, which caused a shiver to run down the vice captain’s spine. Abuto smiled shakily at the duo, fake coughing a few times, before speaking. 

"This is [Last name] [Name], he's the go-to guy when you need info regarding a mission or a target." You saluted as the male finished his short explanation. Expertly hiding your disappointment at the commander's reaction. Sure, his smiling face was cute. But you were hoping for something different. Or rather said: unexpected. 

A slight pout was starting to make itself visible on your face as you continued to play with the male's braid. Kamui was looking at you in a curious, yet slightly annoyed, fashion, while Abuto had now decided to solely pay attention to his food. You figured that was because the younger amanto was almost done with his mountain and was afraid that he would most likely eat up Abuto's if he would not finish his meal soon. 

An idea soon entered your mind as you observed how the other male's gaze wandered toward his braid every once in a while. The action was barely noticeable, had you not been watching him so intently.

You remembered his reaction when you touched his hair. His long silky hair that you were definitely not jealous of. A smirk tugged its way at the corner of your lips as you thought about your next move.

"Your hair is so soft and it smells so nice." You stated, lifting his braid tentatively, letting it almost touch your nose.

"What shampoo do you use? You see, my hair is nowhere as soft as yours, far too messy and coarse. So I’d like to know your secret.” Your calculated gaze did not fail to notice the small twitch of the other boy's eye. Kamui was obviously having a hard time dealing with you. Though, you couldn't help but wonder why he still had not made a move to kill you, since he had never been one to keep his temper in check. As far as you know, that is.

Abuto, on the other hand, was doing his best not to get dragged into the crossfire. He could already sense the change in the atmosphere and had an idea of what this was going to lead to. What he did not understand however, was the reason behind your actions. Were you suicidal? No, there must have been another reason. But none of the explanations that he had come up with regarding your behavior made any sense.

So instead, he was trying to make himself look as small as possible. Hoping that he'd find a safe moment to escape undetected. The last thing he wanted right now, was to deal with an angry commander who's probably going to go on a rampage if you would not stop soon. Which you obviously were not planning to do.

“Do you mind if I unbraid your hair? I'd like to know what it feels like to brush it." Your amusement was increasing by each passing second as you watched his composure crumble right before your eyes. You just needed to choose the next words more carefully. Find something that would surely trigger his anger. You had already managed to gain a reaction that nobody else has had the luxury to witness. But you were far too greedy to let such a great opportunity go to waste. 

"Though, I guess I can understand why you make sure to braid it before going out in public. Now that I think of it, you would kinda look like a girl if you had ever decided to let your hair loose." If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under by now. Kamui narrowed his eyes at you harshly, fists turning white over how tightly he was clenching them. A smile that was similar to yours, slowly creeping up on his face, albeit strained. 

"I dare you to say one more word, pest." The young amato's voice was strained, the last word sounding very much like a hiss coming from a snake. His pale, slender-like fingers, wrapping around the silky braid, tugging it away from your grip rather harshly. 

The vice captain swallowed thickly, not sure of what he should do. Obviously, he could not tell the younger male to leave, since Kamui would never listen to him. Even when the boy was in a good mood, would his attempts always remain futile. And telling you to stop was definitely going to be a pointless persuasion. He just hoped his commander wouldn’t kill you. Abuto really didn't want to deal with the aftermath of both males' stupid actions. 

"Oh, I know! You probably keep it braided because it reminds you of your mother. I've seen the way your father looks, you surely are nothing ali-" 

Abuto was sure he could feel his soul leave his body as he watched the way your scrawny looking figure smashed into the nearest wall. Leaving a bunch of very thick and deep cracks to surround your body in the process. He didn't know what he should be more scared of. Your lifeless body or the dark aura surrounding the young commander that was currently sitting opposite of him. 

"Commander! Do you have any idea of what the Elders will do to you once they'll hear about this?" Kamui, however, was not listening, far too occupied by his own thoughts. 

How the hell did you know about his mother? The only person who's ever had the luxury to have this knowledge was Abuto. And even that was solely because the two of them had met at an unfortunate time. Though, his thoughts came to a halt, as the dining hall was soon filled with a loud, piercing sound. 

There you were, lying on the floor, while crouching your stomach as you died from uncontrollable laughter. At first, Abuto thought it was out of agony. Perhaps you were just in a state of shock. However, his conclusion was proven wrong as he saw no indication of you being in any pain. 

The other amantos were just staring at you with sweat-drops, while those that were closer to you merely rolled their eyes at your antics. Most members of the Harusame were already aware of your high pain tolerance. As well as some yatos that got to experience it first hand. 

They were no strangers to your addiction to chaos. You just loved to cause problems. It was like a drug to you. Which was why no one got surprised by the words that soon left your mouth. 

"Was that really all you got? I bet your sister could do better."

The following few weeks were quite interesting to say the least. Ever since the incident, Abuto couldn’t help but notice that you had become almost a regularity in their everyday lives. Whenever you and the 7th division commander would pass each other in the hallways, you'd always find a way to get under his skin. While Kamui would respond to you with a very inventive threat. 

The whole interaction was quite amusing to watch. It wasn't every day you'd meet a person who'd manage to irritate Kamui so easily. If anything, it had always been the other way around. Though, there was also a part of him that couldn't help but feel worried. A nagging anxiety that some day Kamui would finally snap. It was a miracle that he up until this day, still had not even laid a finger on you. 

Though, whether he liked it or not, Abuto knew that sooner or later that day would come. The day when all hell would break loose. Which was apparently today. All because of just how imaginative you were when it came to creating new insults. As well as being aware of the amount of personal information that you have somehow managed to obtain. 

And now here he was. Standing at the entrance of the dining hall, which was for the first time in history, completely empty. Well, except for the two figures that were currently occupying the entire space. 

Not even once since he had met Kamui, had the male ever seen him so angry. That must have been the reason as to why none of the other amantos had the guts to enter their so-called 'battle arena'. And if Abuto didn't know any better, it could almost be perceived as if the two of you were dancing. Well, ignoring all the flying chairs that were thrown in your direction. 

Abuto was surprised over how agile you were. Not even once since your 'battle' had started, had Kamui managed to land a proper hit on you. You were so swift in your motions, that you almost looked like a leaf floating in the air. Graceful. Yet there was something in the way you were moving that reminded Abuto of a very skillful thief. Metaphorically, of course. 

You were taunting him. Obviously. But the vice captain couldn't help but wonder what you must have said to receive such a reaction from his superior. The only topic that could ever evoke such strong reactions from the commander was his family. Unless it wasn't all the pent-up emotions that had finally reached their limit. Which made more sense, since Kamui wasn't one to react to repeated insults, always becoming immune to them after their first usage. 

The same could be said about you. Not even once had Abuto noticed you remain on one single topic for too long. As if you knew they would have no effect on him. Which Abuto thought was indeed the case, considering just how well you had read the vermillion haired amanto’s character so far. 

Too engrossed in his own thoughts, Abuto failed to notice at which point Kamui had finally succeeded in disarming you. He was pinning you on the floor, his left hand keeping yours securely over your head, while the fingers of his right hand were tightly wrapped around your neck in a choking position. His hands, squeezing the captured parts of your body so harshly, they would surely leave deep blue imprints later on. 

Kamui then placed his left knee between your legs to make sure you could move as little as possible. The young commander had a dark look on his face, representing his inner seething rage. Still, you couldn't help but feel slightly aroused by it all. 

You felt hot. As if you were lying in a bathtub with overheated water. The state you had currently found yourself in, making you feel as if you were boiling from within. And if he had noticed the way your body was reacting to this provocative position, he made no attempts to show it. 

The male, however, had found himself in an entranced state as he looked into your [e/c] eyes. Your dazed expression, accompanied by that soft pink blush that was coating your cheeks, making you look irresistible. Something that agitated him even more. You were despicable, yet here he was, staring at you with such longing that he still managed to skillfully mask thanks to the continuously growing irritation. 

A soft laugh escaped your lips as his inner turmoil had been completely see-through thanks to the mirror that was a pair of beautifully blue eyes. And soon that fox-like smile found itself back to your face as you cruelly spoke. 

"Show me your crying face." The amusement was clearly displayed in your mischievous [e/c] eyes as his dominant form had suddenly begun to shake. You could vividly see the mixture of anger, confusion, hurt and sadness. And despite this, you still did not feel any ounce of pity. Only pure fascination that was mixed with slight disappointment. 

"Oh, come on. I bet you look really pretty when you cry." Bafflement was the only thing you received from that. And realizing that this would probably get you nowhere, you decided to take advantage of his eased grip as you managed to slide yourself away from his hold. 

Though, before you had walked through the other exit, you spared one last glance in his direction and oh boy did you not regret doing so. Even though there were no tears trailing down his cheek for you to witness, you felt your mouth open slightly without actually realizing it. Because the lifeless expression on his face was definitely something to behold. And you doubt that you've seen anything prettier so far. 

More weeks soon passed, albeit rather slowly. At least, that was the way Kamui had experienced them go by. He did not know what the reason behind this was. Or that was what he kept telling himself. Deep down inside, he knew the reason for this unexpected depression that he's been going through during this whole period. 

It was you. Or rather: your sudden absence. Kamui did not know how, but somehow, in the span of several weeks, you managed to crawl yourself into the yato's sun sensitive skin. Like a parasite, slowly killing your host, while absorbing their energy until they were left completely empty. Treating them like a vessel. And despite your damaging existence, you still had the ability to make him completely reliant on you.  

He missed you. 

And watching you from afar, practically glaring holes into your skull, appeared to be far more painful than having to endure all those jabs that you kept throwing at him on a daily basis. Abuto watched his commander in amusement. If the man had been confused regarding the younger male's behavior before, then now everything was starting to make sense. The pout that was ever so present, only confirming his suspicions. 

"Tell me, Abuto. How does this pest still manage to torment me even now that he has stopped annoying me?" Said male raised an eyebrow at the vermillion haired amanto's words. Kamui did not face him while speaking, but simply continued to stare at your carefree attitude from his spot. 

"I think what you mean is: ‘Tell me, Abuto. Why can't I stop thinking about [Name]?’" Abuto stated smugly, wiggling his eyebrows as a way to emphasize the last seven words. His grin only widening at the glare that he received from his superior. Kamui was obviously struggling to come up with a response to the older man’s implication, which only left him more frustrated in the process. 

The younger yato had no idea why his subordinate would even imply something like that. The mere thought of him liking you was ridiculous. No, scratch that. It was utterly disgusting. You obviously had some serious mental issues. Which was something not to take lightly if even Kamui stood by those beliefs, considering the fact that he was anything but normal. 

"One more word and I will kill you." Kamui threatened darkly, an eerie smile appearing on his face that would almost seem innocent. Though, it soon turned more taunting as he watched the other male's smirk falter just the slightest bit. 

"Look. As much as you might not want to admit it, there must be a reason as to why that guy is still walking, no breathing, after everything that's been transpiring for the past few weeks." Abuto was trying to seem as unaffected as possible while speaking, the remains of his superior's last threat still lingering in the back of his mind. Which wasn't too hard since he was quite used to them by now. However, that did not mean he didn't fear for his life each time they were expressed. 

The vermillion haired yato grumbled under his breath as a way of admitting defeat. No matter how much he would try to deny it, even he understood that Abuto was right. The older yato visibly relaxed at his superior's passive reaction as he let out a barely audible sigh. His previous tenseness, not all that surprising, since he had already lost an arm after angering the commander once. 

Kamui frowned as if deep in thought. He couldn't find the reason behind this sudden attraction to you. It just didn't make sense. You were a man. Or a boy, or… Whatever. What mattered was that you were not a woman. Which also meant that you could not bear children. So why did he feel so drawn to you? 

The young man was by no means homophobic. Yatos never had a taboo for homosexual relationships. Sure, they did have a tendency to view it as unmasculine, but there was never any hostility. It just never really became a topic of discussion. Rather, what bothered Kamui was the fact that he simply could not understand the logic of this sudden revelation. What's the point of same-sex attraction if you can't procreate? 

Abuto sighed, starting to get fed up by his superior's stubbornness. If only Kamui would put this much effort into thinking whenever he was ready to jump into a fight. That would have saved the older man so much trouble. But no. The only time he had decided to make use of his brain was when he had begun to question his own sexuality. 

"What's the point in contemplating the merits of it if you never even intended to settle down?" Kamui pursed his lips at Abuto's inquiry. He was right. Woman or not, the young amanto had never planned to find himself a partner to begin with. So really, where was the point in racking his brain for answers? Answers that he did not have. That nobody had. It would just be time consuming.

Precious time that he could have opted to use for something more productive. Like pursuing a certain very annoying human. Which Kamui at that moment had decided to do. Although, there was still a small part of him that feared for rejection. After all, the way you had just stopped interacting with him, made him feel like an old toy that you had simply grown bored of. 

But whether that was really the case or not, the yato had decided that he would simply work for your affection. Because it was no secret that Kamui was a true predator. And once something has caught the attention of the predator’s blue eye, he will go to any lengths to obtain it. 

A startled sound escaped your throat as your owlish gaze met a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes which belonged to the culprit that had caused the sudden loud bang. The door that he had just forcefully kicked open was now lying on the other side of the room, with a permanent imprint of his boot. Great. That was probably going to hit on your salary. 

"Ever heard of knocking, dear commander? Or were you that eager to see me shirtless?" You felt the corner of your lips tug upward at the unimpressed look the eighteen year old had sent you. Perhaps you had underestimated his self control. However, you were also pretty sure that Abuto must have had some influence on this as well.

“You've grown on me too much to think you could just leave without any forewarnings.” You didn't say anything. Only tilted your head to the side in an innocent manner. However, Kamui knew better than to take your gesture seriously. 

Kamui roughly pushed you onto the white mattress before climbing on top of you. The knowing glint in your [e/c] eyes accompanied by that cheshire grin only irking him further. Eyes fixated on your handsome face, the vermillion haired amanto wanted nothing more than to slice that kissable throat of yours. 

His predatory eyes were roaming the upper part of your body. Had the previous incident not happened, the amanto would have been surprised by the amount of muscles that were present before his blue orbs. What did surprise him, however, was the amount of scars littering your [s/c] skin. 

His gaze falls on one peculiarly large and ugly scar located at the lower part of your abdomen. Pursing his lips, he can't help but feel a tinge of curiosity spark within his core. Wondering what exactly must have happened as well as how you had got it. No matter how annoying it was to admit it. He wanted to know more about you. You were just that alluring. 

You could feel his free hand trace the ugly part of your skin surprisingly tentatively. The unspoken question lying heavy in the air. His face was merely inches from yours as his carnivorous eyes watched you with an underlying emotion that you could not pinpoint. The intensity of these unknown feelings were however strong enough to force a shudder to run down your bare spine. 

That gorgeous smirk that was ever so present did nothing to calm the erratic beating of your heart. And f*ck. He knew what he was doing. Knew of the effects that his actions had on your body. You were sure of that. Because the second those thoughts entered your mind, the knee that was located between your legs began to slowly tease your lower region. 

"Did you really think you could play those sick mind games with me and remain unpunished?" You shivered as his hot breath fanned across the oversensitive skin on your neck. His words were doing wonders to you as you found yourself melting at how his voice had suddenly gone a few octaves deeper. The death grip on your wrists only fuelling your growing excitement. 

Kamui was leaving small butterfly kisses as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. The action, leaving tingling sensations on your loved parts in the process. You bit down an upcoming moan as you felt his teeth sink into your exposed neck, sucking on that particular spot as your [s/c] skin turned into a lovely shade of purple. Clearly he knew what he was doing. 

“It was…Hah…It was worth a try.” Came the breathless reply as you felt his free hand caress the exposed parts of your body. A shiver running down your spine at the way he was looking at you, admiring the love marks that were now littering your [s/c] skin.

And it was indeed worth it. Because had you known that all it took to gain the bloodthirsty amanto’s attention was a few insults, you would've done it ages ago. Minus the broken door.

It was still worth the trouble, however. Kamui was obviously more valuable than some cheap, metal garbage. Though, that did not mean that you would give yourself to him on a silver platter. If he wanted to have you, he’d have to work for it. What’s the fun in getting a taste of the long awaited dessert if there was no struggle to obtain it?

"Ah, ah, ah... Not so fast, tiger~" You'll make sure to prolong his torture, though it would be even better if he were to join in on the fun. To keep dancing around the edges just to see who'll be the first to break. Reaching the point when separation will be too painful to keep the charade ongoing.

Kamui, on the other hand, released a frustrated groan as you managed to slip away from his grip. Yet again. Left eye twitching every now and then as you stretched yourself right in-front of his annoyed, yet prying, eyes. He huffed at your obvious teasing, but did not make any further attempts, giving you the space he assumed you needed.

Finally facing him, you couldn't help but internally coo at the childlike pout that he was currently displaying. Having a hard time believing that this face belonged to one of the most dangerous yatos out there.

"Say, [Name]. How did you get that scar?" The male questioned, tilting his head in an innocent manner that displayed nothing but childlike curiosity. You arched an eyebrow briefly, silently requesting for him to elaborate. The yato simply jerked his chin upwards, gesturing at the large scar that had caught his attention ever since he had barged into your room not long ago.

Humming as if deep in thought, you silently reminisced about your past. Granted, you weren't one to waste your time sulking about the "unfairness" of the world. Life was unfair and you were more than aware of that.

You knew just how much your “precious” childhood had f*cked with your brain. Although, there were times when you couldn’t help but wonder if you already had been like this long before things turned out the way they did. If the reactions your fellow orphans had during one of your many breakdowns were anything to go by.

“How do you think I got it?” Kamui could easily detect the teasing glint in your eyes as you let him trace his fingers delicately across the more sensitive area. Though, if one were to pay closer attention a hint of surprise would be spotted within your [e/c] eyes. Which the young amanto did, and it didn’t confuse him.

Kamui had obviously enough self awareness to know that it was hard picturing him treating another living being with any form of caution or gentleness. It was something completely unimaginable. Scratch that. It was unfathomable.

"I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking." Although Kamui was smiling, you could still sense the slight annoyance seeping out. For being such an impatient guy, you were quite impressed over how well he managed to hold himself back from actually killing you at this point.

Then again, it's not like killing was something he pursued anymore. At least not when it came to you. Which you still doubted would last in the long run. If anything, you're pretty damn sure that no matter how interested he is at the moment, one day Kamui will eventually snap. Not that you care. You'd gladly take anything the male has to offer. No matter how weird, and even masochistic, that may sound.

"I did it." The evident confusion etched on his face was so endearing you couldn't help but snicker at him in amusement. It truly amazed you how a literal manslaughterer could look so much more innocent than those people who practically fainted at the sight of blood.

“I was the one who inflicted it.”

If there was one thing Kamui had learned through his travels, it was that humans were not to be taken lightly. Despite their seemingly fragile nature, there was just something about this species that made them stand out. Although he still failed to pinpoint what exactly made them so different. They were not abnormally strong, nor did they have an excessively high intellect. Yet there was this something that kept them separated from the majority.

The vermilion haired amanto had long ago realized that samurais were strong individuals, capable to stand on par with rather strong opponents for very long vasts of time. That was it however. It was only after Kamui had met you as he began to realize that not only samurais stood out among the earthlings. After all, you had particularly no affiliation to these warriors.  

“I guess I’ll just have to accept your advances, don’t I?” Kamui could feel his left eyebrow twitch at the confused look that you were giving him. Obviously, he was aware of how insincere the currently portrayed expression you were carrying really was.

“Oh? Dear commander, there must have been some kind of misunderstanding I presume, since not even once had I attempted to actually ‘pursue’ you.” The shit-eating grin that you were sporting caused the amanto pout as he sent you an unamused glare. Huffing, the male simply walked up to you, wanting to see what it was that you’ve been occupied by so far. It had already been a day since your last confrontation.

One day and not even once had you taken the initiative to approach him, which made him later on realize that you were probably just playing around with him once again. A part of him kept on wondering just how bored you must’ve been to choose him as your plaything out literally anyone else on the ship.

“So you’re just not interested?” By now there was nothing left of the expression that practically screamed “tantrum throwing child” and only plain curiosity, albeit still with some childish wonder. Or maybe even confusion, which you could not help but find adorable.

You always knew that Kamui lacked some certain knowledge when it came to feelings such as love and romance in general. However, it still kinda surprised you at times, since you were aware that the 18 year old was not stupid. Just uninterested in such topics. Maybe even found them useless to a certain degree.

Smirking in his direction, you spoke. “If you want to have me, then you’ll have to work for it.”

Kamui grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumbled and fell against his chest, feeling his hot breath on your neck. For a moment, neither of you moved or spoke, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally, Kamui spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You're playing with fire, [Name]. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

You could feel his muscles tense as he spoke, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to be uncomfortable. But you refused to back down. Instead, you turned to face him, your gaze meeting his.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Kamui. I'm not a child, and I'm not naive. I know you're dangerous, and I know you could hurt me if you wanted to. But I also know that you won't."

Kamui's eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger in them. But it was mixed with something else now, something you couldn't quite identify. "You're making a mistake, [Name]. You don't understand who I am or what I'm capable of."

You smirked, leaning in closer to him. "I understand perfectly well. You're a scared little boy who's never learned how to love. And you're so desperate for someone to see you, to understand you, that you'll lash out at anyone who tries to get close."

For a moment, Kamui was silent, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find some flaw in your argument. But then he laughed, a bitter sound that made your heart ache.

"You think you know me so well, don't you? You think you have me all figured out."

You shrugged, not willing to back down. "I know what I see, Kamui. And what I see is a boy who's hurting. Who's been hurt so badly that he doesn't know how to let anyone in. But I'm not going to give up on you, Kamui. I'm going to keep pushing, keep prodding, until you finally let me in."

Kamui's grip on your wrist loosened, and you pulled away from him, a small smile on your face. "You wanted to know about my scar, right?” The amanto furrowed his eyebrows, but decided to let you continue.

You smiled at that, finding this newfound obedience very amusing. “The foster care system has always been pure and utter shit. Well.. At least the one where I had been forced to spend my entire childhood at.” Kamui tilted his head, while giving you a curious look.

“You think only members of the Yato clan have issues?” There was a brief pause that followed your question and when you realized that Kamui wasn’t planning on saying anything, you continued.

“Sometimes the best defense could be self harming. Not because you hate yourself, but because those bastards will find no interest in you afterwards.” Had anyone else been listening to your monologue, concern would perhaps have been the most probable reaction you’d gain. Kamui, on the other hand, did nothing but watch you, eyes glinting with a hint of intrigue.

“So you scared them off by acting like a maniac.” He summarized with a deadpan expression. Perhaps that wasn’t the conclusion that most would have made based on what you told him. But the vermillion haired amanto had to a certain degree grown accustomed to your ways of thinking.

You were by no means an open book. However, the 7th division commander did still manage to find a specific pattern that you went by. This was simply the way your brain worked.

Kamui's eyes followed your every move, trying to decipher your motives. You had played with him before, but he couldn't deny that the thrill of the chase was addictive. He had never met someone who challenged him like you did, and for some reason, he found himself wanting more.

"You know, Kamui, I don't think you're ready for the game I have in mind," you teased, a sly smile on your lips.

Kamui's eyes glinted dangerously. "Try me," he challenged.

You leaned in, your lips dangerously close to his ear. "If you want me, you'll have to show me what you're made of," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin.

Kamui's grip on your wrist tightened again, but this time it was different. It was almost... possessive. "I'll make you mine by the end of this sick game you've created," he growled.

You chuckled, unfazed. "You're going to have to work for it, Kamui. I'm not going to make it easy for you."

Kamui leaned in closer, his smirk widening. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured.

As he pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. This game was dangerous, but you were willing to take the risk. "As long as you make it entertaining, I'm in," you said, a challenging glint in your eye.

Kamui's eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, there was silence between you. Then, with a low chuckle, he spoke. "Game on."

#kamui yato #gintama yato #gintama #gintama kamui #kamui #yato #kamui x reader #kamui x male reader #yato kamui #yato kamui x reader #x reader #x male reader #gintama x reader #gintama x male reader #space #space pirates #harusame #fanfic #one shot #gintama fanfiction #abuto #reader #male reader #x you #x y/n #insert #y/n insert #self insert

[fluffygin]

Gintama crêpe

#gintama #sakata gintoki #katsura kotarou #yato kamui #hijikata toushirou #okita sougo #takasugi shinsuke #kagura yato #shinpachi shimura

[cicadadust]

Doodles of my two most lovely guys ever, but outfit swap! I swear I'll properly draw one of them again soon instead of just doodles 😫

It would be an absolutely horrible idea to put them in a room together. Though I really need to work on my Dungeon Meshi x Gintama Au.

#fanart #chilchuck #Kamui #chilchuck tims #Kamui Yato #yato #Dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #Gintama #ダンジョン飯 #銀魂 #チルチャック #神威 #outfit swap

[ghostiekins]

Yato Family + The Flowers left at Kouka's Grave

#gintama #kagura #kamui #kouka #kankou #yato family

[zurajanaizurakoda]

Am I funny yet?

#gintama #katsura kotarou #sakata gintoki #ginzura #the santa one is an autogenerated bot and that makes it funnier #the last one is my favorite by far #kagura gintama #kamui gintama #pls don't tag yato sibs as a ship

[doki-doki-imagines]

Greetings! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Can i silly request the sadist trio (gin, sougo and kamui but u dont have to do all 3 if u were to pick 1 i would be okay with just gintoki lol) with an s/o who's pretty short in stature and definitely not a fighter by nature and one day they find out their s/o is strong enough to pick them up? Lolol like maybe they save them from peril by catching them bridal style or they're just happy to see them and they end up picking them up in a spinning hug on impulse but in both situations they would have an airheaded ":D" smile on their face lololol! Thank you ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^

Gintoki Sakata:

-His new discovery is your ruin.

-“Oh-oh so you can lift me up? I expect to be lifted up every day, is it clear?”

-Gintoki wasn’t joking, he always comes up with a dumb excuse like “my bones are old” or “I worked so much yesterday, all my muscles are sore can’t even walk”.

-All of this because not only he is a lazy ass, but also because Gintoki loves leaning his head on your shoulder or feeling your arms around him.

Okita Sougo:

-“Oh I didn’t know I was in a relationship with a gorilla” he says while you turn off the stove.

-Sob, he is always so nasty; next time let the boiling hot oil hit him instead.

-Endless teasing, from your short stature to your newfound strength, you can’t win against sadist Kaiser.

Kamui:

-So, he can fight you? If you can lift him up it means you also have enough strength to fight him, right? Right???

-He’ll match your airhead smile for all the wrong reasons.

-For real, now he wants to spar with you and we both know you will never win, not even in your best dream.

-You’ll have to run as far away from him as possible; let’s see if the strength in your legs is the same as the one in your arms…

#gintama imagine #gintama reaction #gintama x reader #gintoki sakata #sougo okita #kamui yato #gintoki x reader #sougo x reader #kamui x reader #I'm sorry if they are too short #but I hope they are good enough #also I love the gintama requests because you have so much personality when requesting #so nice

[courtesanofdeath]

Top 10 Favorite Gintama Characters: #8

✦ Kamui ✦

#IM SORRY SHINPACHI #gintama #gintamaedit #kamui #kamui yato #kamui gintama #gintama kamui #anisource #dailyanime #shounenedit #animangaboys #bluee #he is baby #i just love gremlins who are a menace to society that's all #really wished he had more screentime before SA #he also deserves a spinoff series/movie along with abuto and his whole squad + kagura and umibozu #i love the yato clan sm #gintama10

[byakkun0]

#gintama #takasugi shinsuke #kamui #kamui yato #takasugi #gintama fanart #my art <3 #銀魂 #高杉晋助 #神威

[anoctore]

#gintama #my art #kamui yato #kamui #now im in gintama phase (AGAIN) #sorry no homestuck posts till i get hyperfixation again

[peaches764]

Bebop Kamui-kun!

#gintama #kamui #kamui yato #i still can't draw hands #or backgrounds...

[lilac-5ky]

Can I make a request for Kamui falling in love with a human? He thinks humans are weak so I feel like some of the things he’d do/say would be super backhanded. But maybe he’s also really protective of them like them almost getting hurt or some rando flirting with them

A/N: At first, I considered doing this in the forms of headcanons, but I feel like I expanded heavily on Kamui hcs before. Because of that, I thought why not include the elements you suggested in a scenario? And thus, this was created. Hopefully it's still in the range of what you asked for, I tend to get a bit carried away when I come up with ideas.

Warnings: Nothing except of a bit of violence and mentions of blood? Like it's really nothing extreme, imo.

Kamui falling in love with a human (x fem!reader)

kamui eating has to be one of the most adorable things in the universe.

“This must be the place, right?” Kamui pondered out loud as he gazed up at the sign. There was nothing written on it, just like Abuto had suggested.

It was rare for his vice captain to be tipping him off regarding the local delicacies of Edo, let alone handing him a free meal ticket for one of its restaurants. If Kamui didn’t know any better, he would assume that this was a bribe or an attempt to throw him off, but either way, he wasn’t the one to turn down a hearty meal. Besides, Abuto was rarely as enthusiastic when it came to food. If anything, he had managed to spark his interest as to what was so great about this particular Katsudon restaurant.

Taking a final look at the coupon in his hand, he pushed the door open, an enticing smell capturing his nostrils the second he walked in.

The restaurant appeared to be rather small; four tables and five bar stools, all of which were taken with the exception of one stool. Lucky me, he thought to himself as he took a brief look at the customers. They were exclusively humans, men between their 20s and 50s, whose plates were filled to the bream, none of them seeming interested in consuming the food that was in front of them. Curious as he was, Kamui quickly noticed how something else had taking hold of their attention, that being the girl who stood behind the counter; you.

It wasn’t as if there was anything extraordinary about you at first sight. Your clothing was plain, a kimono paired with a stained apron, both bearing rather dull patterns, while your features weren’t particularly beguiling to him either. Just an ordinary girl, just another human weakling, yet everyone seemed to be enthralled with you. Perhaps after visiting Yoshiwara so many times, he had grown immune to the charms of women. Or so he’d like to think.

“Welcome!”

Immediately the men that were dining turned to face him, shooting him a glare in unison. He didn’t need to hear it to understand that they were irritated by his presence, along with the fact that they were monopolizing your attention no more.

You were smiling at him, a warm and genuine smile that he happily returned, as each step of his brought him to the vacant stool.

“Hello! Is this the best Katsudon in Edo?”

“Oh, I don’t know if it’s the best but it is our signature dish. Would you like a portion?”

“Actually, I have this free meal ticket?” Kamui said, sliding his coupon across the counter. “My associate is a great fan of your cooking, he was the one to recommend your restaurant.”

“I am deeply flattered.” You exclaimed, placing the coupon in your apron’s pocket. “Your friend must be Abuto of the Yato tribe, right?”

“Looks like he made quite the impression for you to remember his name.”

“He is one of our regulars, pops by at least three times per week.”

“So that’s where he’s been slacking off.” Kamui stated with a chuckle. He would have never expected of Abuto to take a liking in humans. If anything, he was a renowned Yato supremacist, with Kamui being the one to occasionally seek entertainment in the mundane lives of the people in Edo.

“Don’t be too harsh on him, he seems to be working a lot. He always complains about how his idiotic boss forces him to do horrible things and about how he is the one running after him to clean up his mess. Amanto also have it tough.”

“My my, is that so? I never realized how much he was suffering. That boss of his must be truly horrible.” Kamui exclaimed, faking a surprised expression while making a mental note to scold Abuto when given the chance.

“It would appear so.” You agreed with him, oblivious to his act. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Sake, please.”

“Okay so, one portion of Katsudon and one bottle of sake for…?”

“Idiotic boss will do!” He didn’t bother hiding his own laugh upon noticing your reaction. Your eyes widened involuntarily, the tray nearly dropping from your hands. Even though it wasn’t your fault that Abuto had ran his mouth to a stranger, Kamui couldn’t help but humor you about it.

Still, despite his comment, you went back to the kitchen, without giving him as much as an apology. Rather than being offended, the smile remained on his lips while he watched you work in the background. As expected, humans were ever amusing.

After about ten minutes or so of pretending to ignore the glares of the customers while waiting for his food, Kamui leaned over the counter, eager to take on his plate from your hands. To his surprise, unlike the regular portions they served at human restaurants, the plate you gave him was twice the size he would expect. He had grown accustomed to always ordering for second and thirds, but for once, he found himself rather satisfied with the quantity of the food. Plus, it smelled delicious.

“I’ll dig right in!” He exclaimed in appreciation before taking the first bite. This wasn’t his first time eating katsudon, yet this had to be one of the most palette appeasing dishes he’d ever tried. The cutlet remained perfectly crispy despite having absorbed the umami filled broth. The rice was fluffy, while the sweet and savory onion sauce added a whole new depth to the dish. It was so delicious that Kamui found himself closing both his eyes, enough to forget all about Abuto’s baseless claims.

“So? Best katsudon in Edo or not, mister Idiotic Boss?”

Although you so blatantly reused the nickname Abuto had given him, there was no malice in your voice. Maybe it was because of the katsudon, maybe it was because of how warmly you smiled at him, but either way, Kamui didn’t feel particularly bothered by your comment. It was quite the contrary, he was intrigued that a mere earthling like you had the guts to humor him, even when knowing what a Yato was capable of.

“Can I get one for the road?” He asked with his mouth full.

Chuckling, you nodded at him, earning yourself a thumbs up from the boy who went back to eating his food.

While Kamui dined, he couldn’t help but notice how the attention of the rest of the customers had fallen back to you. It wasn’t that they didn’t consider him a threat anymore, rather that they were more interested in the way you moved around, tending to each of their whims ever so cheerfully.

The store was filled with drunken voices, the demands of the men growing louder over time. From asking for seconds and refills, to requesting you to keep them company at their tables. The greed and sleaziness of such men never ceased to amaze him. He had seen such sights in red light districts before, countless of times. It wasn’t anything new or surprising. When it came to such behavior, Yato and humans weren’t any different, he realized, his mind wandering to the deceased Night King.

“Oi, missie, pour us some more sake.”

“Come sit with us, we don’t bite!”

More demands followed, with the men laughing among themselves. Despite their vile requests, the smile on your face remained, not wavering for a single moment. Why was that? Normally no woman with pride would take such behavior, yet rather than talking back at them, you simply fulfilled their commands with enthusiasm. Could it be kindness or was it plain ignorance? He wasn’t sure, but the more he looked at you, the more he came to understand why they seemed so enraptured.

Suddenly, the sound of a plate falling to the floor broke through the laughter of the room, forcing Kamui to look behind his back. An assortment of broken glass had sprawled all over the floor, with you standing before it. One of the men -assuming the one who’d thrown it- was holding onto your arm, persistently asking for you to clean him up.

“Our Y/N is so clumsy! Look at this mess, it’s only right for you to wipe me clean.” The man’s tone was rather sickly, his hand dragging you closer to his crotch while you meekly nodded and smiled.

Although your expression hadn’t changed in particular, Kamui could tell that the man’s behavior was frustrating you. Even when you didn’t pull away, you weren’t giving in. Sigh, why did women have to be so troublesome?

Without giving it much thought, Kamui grabbed onto his nearly empty plate, hurling it towards the man’s head. A loud clang followed as they collided, pieces of red painted glass scattering all over the floor. The man howled in pain, dropping onto his knees with his hands holding onto his head.

“I’m so sorry!” Kamui exclaimed with his widest smile as he walked towards the table. “My, I am so clumsy! Should I clean that up for you?” He asked, peering down at the man.

Blood was dripping down his forehead, two crimson streams cascading his cheeks. Had he thrown it without holding back, perhaps the thing to break wouldn’t have been the plate but rather his skull.

The rest of his company, two men in their late 40s, had risen up along with the customers from the other tables. He didn’t need to look around to feel their killing intent, yet he kept acting oblivious, scratching the back of his head while feigning innocence.

“H-how dare you! You stupid brat, I’ll make you-”

Before the man could finish his sentence, Kamui kicked the chair towards him, the wood snapping in little pieces the second it came to touch with his body. Inducing another cry from the customer, Kamui could barely hold himself from laughing.

“Oopsie! What was that chair doing here?” He exclaimed while tilting his head. “I’m afraid I didn’t hear you, what was it?”

Instead of answering back to him, the man kept squirming pathetically onto the floor, unable to form anything other than whimpers, while the rest of the customers had taken it upon themselves to defend his honor. None of them seemed to be carrying a sword, least of all a gun, yet they had Kamui fully surrounded. He wasn’t itching to fight such weaklings, but looking at them he wasn’t left with much of a choice.

“Wait!” You caught him off guard as you jumped between him and the angry crowd. Everyone -including him- had shifted their attention to you, waiting to see what you could possibly have to say.

“Everyone, how about you go back to your families tonight? Mister Fujimoto, I bet your wife must be worried sick and uh… mister Asakawa, doesn’t your son graduate from school tomorrow? It’d be a great shame to end tonight on a bad note. Besides, next time you visit, how about a round of drinks? On the house, of course.”

Surprisingly enough your words managed to somewhat appease the customers. One by one, they returned to their tables, packing their things before leaving the restaurant. Irritated murmurs followed as the two men escorted their injured friend outside, incomprehensible slurs directed to Kamui as well as you, echoing on their stead.

Once everyone but you and him had remained, you allowed yourself the freedom of sighing out loud. He didn’t seem neither bothered nor relieved by the course of events, but that was expected from a Yato. Situations like this must be a regular occurrence in their daily lives.

“I can see why Abuto is so fond of this place. It certainly is entertaining.” Kamui pondered in a gleeful tone. “Well then, I guess I’ll be taking my leave.”

Waving you goodbye, the redhead made his way outside the door while you stood in place. Although it wasn’t as if you appreciated the mess he had created, part of you couldn’t help but feel rather thankful. It wasn’t too often that a customer defended your honor, be it in the form of violence or not. Letting him go like that would only leave you with a bitter aftertaste, and so, you ran after him, catching up as he was about to cross the street.

“Wait! You should take this.” Searching through your apron, you got hold of the coupon he had previously given you. “It’s not much of a thank you but… if you ever find yourself in Edo again, be sure to pop by for a free meal. These guys only visit at night after work, so-”

“Mhm, understood!” Kamui said as he took the ticket, a bright smile beaming on his face. “Until next time then!”

The next time turned out to be way sooner than you’d thought it’d be, with the boy visiting your restaurant come first morning light. You found him waiting by the door, a smile on his lips while holding an umbrella over his head, ushering you to open the door. Once you did, the two of you made your way inside. Kamui grabbed a seat by the counter, while you went to the kitchen, turning the machines on one by one. Unlike the previous night, he didn’t have much to say, merely ordering his food and eating it in silence. Once he was done, he waved you goodbye and walked outside of the restaurant.

The next morning, around the same time as the previous day, Kamui was once again standing outside the door. He ordered the same food, ate in silence, tipped you off and then left.

The morning after that, he repeated the same ritual. Walked in, ordered, ate, paid, left. Over and over again, he’d follow the same steps, becoming a regular in no time. While the two of you didn’t do much talking, you’d find yourself anticipating the mornings you’d spend together. Despite his nature, there was something about him, a certain quality that manage to brighten up each day. He was unlike the typical customers who liked your food because of you. He seemed to genuinely be fond of the taste, even when he was now having it on a daily basis. Part of you wanted to point him to other dishes, yet whenever you did, he’d brush you off, ordering one more portion of katsudon and sake instead.

One day, he didn’t come. He didn’t come and… although it made no sense for you to feel this way, you were rather saddened by his absence. You knew better than to worry about him, but you couldn’t help but wonder what happened to him. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen Abuto in quite some time either. It wasn’t like you to get this attached to customers, but Kamui, whose name you didn’t even know at the time, had managed to capture your attention.

That day, you kept catching yourself looking outside the window, time and time again, awaiting to see the familiar shade of vermilion poking past the frame. Was he even eating well? He probably was, it’s not as if he had nothing to eat before meeting you. Still, you wondered about his well being all the same.

No matter how much you waited, the boy never turned up, not on that day and not on the next day, either.

It wasn’t until a week later that you got to see him again. Another morning visitation, with the sun having barely dawned, yet there he was, same as always, eagerly waiting for you to open business.

Once the two of you were settled inside, Kamui on his preferred stool and you in the kitchen, he didn’t have to place his order for you to start working on his usual katsudon dish. Preparing it in no time, you handed him his meal, only this time, instead of sake you opted for a warm cup of green tea. You expected him to frown at the choice, but to your surprise, the boy simply chuckled before taking a sip.

That’s right. Sake is bad for your stomach this early in the day.

Since it was only the two of you in the store and you hadn’t seen him in quite some time, you took the freedom of sitting beside him, a notion he didn’t seem to mind.

At one point, Kamui turned around and you couldn’t help but notice a red stain poking the corner of his lips. That was unusual, you thought to yourself. There wasn’t any ketchup or anything of this color in his food.

“You have something on your face.” You pointed out, your finger hovering over his mouth in a circle, directing him towards the stain.

He put his fork down, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, before looking down at it.

“Oh? That must be blood.”

It wasn’t an unexpected answer coming from him. After all, despite having the appearance of a regular human, he was still a very capable warrior, one whose mere existence was a synonym of battle.

“Whose is it?” Both you and him were taken aback by your question. Usually you weren’t too nosy but for some reason, you couldn’t hold back your own curiosity.

“Just one of my underlings’. His expiration date came a bit too early than anticipated.” Kamui answered truthfully, digging his fork back into the cutlet.

“It must be hard on you. Having to kill off your comrades and all.”

“Not really. I have no use for weaklings in my team. If they consider themselves worthy of being Harusame, they should at least have the courtesy of being better than the average human mercenary.” He paused briefly, gulping down his bite. “Act the part too.”

That’s right. To someone like him, all humans were weaklings. Even if he walked among the streets of Edo, even if he visited your restaurant so often, you shouldn’t forget the gap between you. But even so, the boy hadn’t given you a chance to be scared of him. Surely, there was that incident on his first visit, yet all he did was for your sake. Even if you hadn’t said much to one another, he was returning all of your smiles. Such a person could never intimidate you.

“Some more tea?” You ask him, filling his cup with glee, unfazed by his explanation.

“Mhm, thank you!” He exclaimed, bottoming its contents up. “Say, Y/N. Why are you not afraid of me?”

“Why would I be? You tip well.”

Despite your attempt at a joke, Kamui stayed quiet, awaiting for a more serious answer. He had placed both his fork and cup down, intertwining his fingers below his jaw.

“Because, you have your own circumstances that you can’t explain, don’t you? Even if the things you do are questionable to some, they don’t define you. Everyone has their own inexplicable situations. The least we can do is be kind to one another, especially when we are unable to see the full picture.”

“You really think that even us Amanto are worth of such kindness? Even when we can annihilate your kind without blinking twice?”

“Even so, yes. Everyone is capable of both giving and receiving kindness. You should know that, after all, you are a very kind person.” Your comment was enough to take him aback, the boy blinking in surprise. “Erm… what I mean to say is that, you are always smiling. I bet that even when you killed your comrade, you did smile, right? That’s a form of kindness too. No one would want for the last thing they see to be a gloomy face.” Even after you finished talking, he was still looking at you wide eyed. “Oh, I’m sorry, idiotic boss, I may have said too much-”

His laughter broke your sentence in half, the boy throwing his head backwards.

“No, it’s fine. Your little speech was quite commendable up until you called me idiotic boss again.” You were about to apologize again, but he shook you off. “Don’t worry about it. Thanks to you I’m considering changing my official title.”

“You had such a thing? What was it?”

“Admiral Nincompoop.” He said in an excitable manner, one that made you wonder whether he was joking or not.

Either way, you couldn’t hold back a chuckle, sharing a laugh with him. It felt rather nice being in his present, having an actual conversation and what not. It certainly was a breath of fresh air, especially when comparing him to your regular customers. You would have never guessed that getting along with an Amanto would be such an easy task, yet you two seemed to be on the same wavelength.

Once you managed to calm yourself down, you noticed another stain on his cheek, only this time, it appeared to be nothing more than rice with onions. Grabbing a napkin, you took the liberty of wiping his face clean, a gesture that made his eyes widen once again. He looked just like a child, you noted to yourself. A very cute yet messy child, who was unable to eat without getting food all over their face.

“I see what Abuto meant by having to clean up after your mess. You are quite the sloppy eater.” Even after pulling the napkin out of his face, he was still looking at you in awe, as if he was stunned. “Now eat up! Don’t want your meal to go cold, do ya?”

After that morning, you found yourself thinking about Kamui more often than before. You wouldn’t go as far as to call it a crush, more like a harmless interest. There was no denying that the boy had a certain charm to him and soon enough, you were noticing certain things about him that you had overlooked. For example, how his eyes sparkled each time he talked to you about his exploits, or about how his loose strand of hair perked up whenever he got excited. The more he visited and the more you observed him, the more he managed to endear himself to you, whether he intended to or not.

He kept visiting you on a near regular basis, with the exception of the times he was traveling with his crew in space. Whenever he came back, he had a bunch of stories to share with you, from his interactions with a mercenary group consisting of earthlings, to the details regarding his battles, all of which had effortlessly been won by him. He’d share all of these stories with you, having no issue when it came to answering your questions, and although your relationship was still fairly shallow, you could tell that the two of you had begun to form a bond. Or at least you hoped so.

It appeared as if things were going well for you, but you couldn’t help but notice how ever since Kamui became a part of your life, your regulars gradually stopped showing up. At first, you thought nothing of it, but soon enough, it came down to you not having a single customer to tend to. The nights that were filled with drunken laughter and excessive noise turned into nothing but a distant memory, with the quietness in your shop resembling a cemetery, more or less.

It was one on of those nights that you caught yourself frowning, your chin buried in your palm as you gazed onto the door, awaiting for someone, anyone really, to enter. If this kept on going, it wouldn’t be too long till you went bankrupt.

Suddenly, the bell behind the door begun to ring, making you spring from your current position in excitement.

“Welcome dear custom-” Your sentence got cut short upon noticing a familiar set of blue eyes staring at you. “Oh, it’s you!”

“Oh? Are you disappointed perhaps?” Kamui asked with a chuckle as he made his way inside.

“No, of course not! I just didn’t expect to see you twice in one day.”

“Don’t you humans have more than one meal per day?”

“That’s right but… Nevermind, I’m just not in the best mood I guess.” You admitted with a sigh. Normally you wouldn’t dare complain to a customer about such personal issues, yet oddly, you felt like you could share your burden with him, even by a little bit.

“Is that so? What’s weighing you down?” He asked, taking a seat at his regular spot.

“Well” You paused, following him towards the counter. “For starters, don’t you notice anything different about this place?”

“Hmm?” He looked around him. “Oh, you mean how there are no disturbances anymore? I took care of that.” Kamui went on in a cheerful tone.

“Wha- What’s that supposed to mean? What did you do?”

“Nothing that can’t be undone, if that’s what you are asking.” Peering at your expression, Kamui couldn’t hold a chuckle back. “Y/N, has anyone told you that you have a beautiful smile?”

“What? I-”

“I’m quite fond of that. Your smile is something I really like but, If I’m being honest, I don’t like seeing you smiling at others, not when you could be smiling at me. So, from now on, you should only be smiling for me.”

For a moment, his words managed to leave you dumbfounded, unable to truly process what he meant by that. He seemed serious, his compliment coming out like a near threat, despite the smile on his lips.

“If someone heard you, they’d get the wrong idea.” You exclaimed in a low voice, not letting yourself believe for a minute that he could actually mean what he said.

“Oh? Which is what?”

“That you are interested in me.”

“That might be the case.” Kamui said in a rather nonchalant tone.

“But… why?”

“Hmm for starters, you are a great cook. You know how to joke around, you are considerate and you look like someone who could bear healthy children.” Wait, what?!? “Even if you are nothing but a fragile earthling, we get along well. Surely, you might get to suffer a horrible death but, if you stick with me, the only heads to roll will be the ones to roll before you. In other words, be mine.”

His sudden confession had taken you aback. There was always a chance that he could be joking, yet everything about the way he spoke was so earnest and genuine, that you couldn’t dispute his claims. Not that you wanted to do so either, but giving him a clear cut answer was near impossible at the moment. You knew for a fact that you also had taken a liking in him, but going out with someone like Kamui would probably not end up well for you, just like he’d suggested. Even so, why couldn’t you decline?

“Kamui, I don’t really know what to say.”

“There’s no need for you to say a thing. Frankly, you don’t have a choice either. Even if you don’t feel the same right now, soon enough you will. You’ll come to understand that once I set my eyes on something, I never back down until I succeed and my eyes are set on you, Y/N. Go out with me. Tonight.”

“But what about the store? It’s not time to close down, what if a customer walks in?”

“I told you, I took care of it.”

“But what about the ingredients? They will spoil if they remain unused.”

Other than half hearted excuses, you had no way of refusing him. He made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t requesting or asking you for anything, he was simply demanding. Confidence oozed from both his stance and his words, the kind of confidence that was enough to convince you to go through with this madness, as your heart begun to race.

“Don’t tell me that’s the issue.” Kamui said, chuckling ever so softly. “Well then, cook for me!”

“What? How could you possibly stomach all this?”

“You are forgetting that us Yato can eat pretty much through everything.” He stated, leaning over the counter. He grabbed a napkin, placing it inside the hem of his shirt while taking hold of a fork and a knife between his knuckles. “Get to work, I’ll be waiting till you are done.”

Looking at his determination, you decided that there was no way out of this. He really meant it when he said he wouldn’t be backing down.

Well, looks like it can’t be helped anymore. Without any further a do, you walked into the kitchen, wrapping the apron around your waist, as you got down to work.

By the time you were done, you had enough food to feed at least the Shogun’s entire army. Everything from soba noodles, natto and yakitori, to katsudon, gyoza and donburi were sprawled across the counter. Despite Kamui’s claims -and the way his eyes gleamed so brightly upon gazing at all the different delicacies-, you were still doubting his ability to stomach everything. Yet once he got down to it, cleaning plate after plate without receiving any help, you couldn’t help but wonder, whether he truly hadn’t reached his limits yet or whether he was doing all that for you. Either way, you could only watch in amazement as he devoured everything, his rhythm slowing down after gobbling near 17 plates up.

His movements grew sloppy, more food falling onto the counter and his face, rather than his mouth. You tried to stop him, telling him that there was no need for him to keep going, but he wasn’t having any of that. He kept on going until there was nothing left, until he could barely keep his head up anymore.

“Kamui?” You asked, walking closer to him. The tip of his braid had fallen inside the soup’s bowl, while his face had dropped inside the rice pot. His eyes were shut while he kept slurring words between his teeth, words that you couldn’t really make any meaning of.

“Kamui?” You repeated his name, only this time you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I finished it all so you should… go… out… with… me…” He managed to grunt with his eyes still closed. Although you’d clearly heard his voice, there was no denying it. He had fallen asleep.

“What a stubborn boy you are.” You mumbled as you brought your hand to his face, brushing a couple of grains off his cheek.

His fair skin felt soft to the touch, softer than anything you had ever touched. Before you knew it, you found yourself caressing him ever so gently, your thumb dragging circles along his cheek. He looked so cute and peaceful while sleeping, that you had no choice but to sit there, taking in his image while admiring him. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

To your surprise, Kamui let you do as you wanted. Even when you fished his braid out of the bowl, lightly running your fingers through his disheveled hair, he didn’t do as much as complain, merely ‘mhm’-ing in agreement.

You pushed the plates out of the way, propping your chin onto your elbow while you kept watching over him, a smile widening upon your lips.

“I don’t know about smiling to others no more but… I think from now on, I’ll be smiling for you a whole lotta more.” As expected, there was no reply coming from his side.

Leaning closer to him one final time, you lowered yourself before his ear, whispering your final answer to him.

“Yes. I will go out with you, idiotic boss.”

A/N: I feel like Kamui is the kind of impulsive person who wouldn't need to be egged on after being the slightest interested in someone. He'd waste no time and he'd just go for it so yeah, hope this was fine ^^

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Kamui, Gintoki and Hijikata (separately) reaction to their partner scratching affectionately their head? Or being more cuddly than usual? Thanks!

A/N: Sorry for making you wait! I hope this suits your tastebuds. ;)

Ft: Hijikata Tōshirō, Kamui & Sakata Gintoki (Gintama).

Hijikata Tōshirō

➵ At first, Hijikata might be a bit taken aback by his partner's sudden displays of affection. He's used to being the one in charge and doesn't always know how to respond when someone shows him kindness. But deep down, he appreciates the attention and secretly enjoys the feeling of his partner's fingers running through his hair.

➵ Hijikata might try to hide his softer side from his partner, but Gintoki sees right through him. Whenever Hijikata's partner scratches his head, Gintoki can't help but tease him about it. "Looks like you're getting soft, Hijikata-kun," he'll say with a grin. Hijikata will scowl and tell him to mind his own business, but he secretly likes the attention.

➵ At times, Hijikata's partner might catch him off guard by being more cuddly than usual. Hijikata is used to being alone and doesn't always know how to react when someone wants to be close to him. But he's secretly grateful for the companionship and will let his guard down when he feels comfortable around his partner.

➵ When his partner scratches his head, he might let out a soft sigh of contentment. It's a small gesture, but it means a lot to him. He'll lean into their touch and close his eyes, letting himself relax for a moment. But he'll never admit how much he enjoys it, not even to himself.

➵ Sometimes, Hijikata's partner might catch him off guard by being too affectionate in public. He's not used to PDA and doesn't want to draw attention to himself, but his partner doesn't seem to care. Gintoki might see them and make a joke about it, but Hijikata will just scowl and tell him to f*ck off. Deep down, though, he likes the attention and the feeling of being wanted.

➵ And sometimes, when his partner scratches his head, he'll involuntarily let out a small moan of pleasure. He'll quickly catch himself and clear his throat, trying to cover up his embarrassment. Gintoki might overhear and tease him mercilessly about it, but Hijikata will just scowl and tell him to sh*t up.

➵ If Hijikata's partner is particularly persistent in their displays of affection, he might start to get flustered. He's not used to being the one on the receiving end of so much attention, and he doesn't always know how to handle it. He'll start fidgeting and avoiding eye contact, trying to find a way out of the situation without hurting his partner's feelings.

➵ On rare occasions, when Hijikata is feeling particularly vulnerable, he might initiate physical contact with his partner. He'll never admit it out loud, but sometimes he just needs to feel someone's warmth and reassurance. He'll wrap his arms around his partner and hold them close, relishing in the feeling of their bodies pressed together.

➵ When Hijikata's partner is being cuddly, Gintoki might make jokes about them being a couple. Hijikata will bristle at the implication and tell Gintoki—how many times has he told that sperm haired a**hole to quit bothering them already?—to go and jump off a building. Deep down, however, he'll feel a flicker of something warm in his chest. He'll quickly squash the feeling, though, telling himself that it's just silly sentimentality.

➵ Despite his tough exterior, Hijikata secretly enjoys being taken care of. If he's feeling stressed or overwhelmed, his partner might offer to give him a massage or cook him a meal. Hijikata will grumble and protest, but secretly he'll be touched by their kindness. He'll never admit it out loud, though, not wanting to seem weak or needy.

➵ Overall, Hijikata might act tough and unapproachable, but he secretly craves the attention and affection of his partner. When they scratch his head or cuddle with him, he'll try to hide his softer side, but he can't help but feel grateful for the companionship.

You were sitting on the couch with Hijikata after a long day of work, absently scratching his head while he read a book. He seemed to be enjoying it, but you could tell he was trying to hide it.

"What are you doing?" he grumbled, swatting your hand away.

"Just giving you a little scratch," you said, smiling at him. "You seemed tense."

"I'm fine," he said, but he didn't push your hand away when you started scratching again.

As you worked your fingers through his hair, you noticed his breathing start to slow down and his eyes start to droop. He leaned into your touch, letting out a small sigh of contentment.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you teased.

"I'm not enjoying anything," he said, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

After a few minutes, you stopped scratching his head and instead wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. He tensed up at first, but then relaxed into your embrace.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Just cuddling," you said, burying your face in his neck. "Is that okay?"

"I guess," he said, but you could tell he was secretly enjoying it. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, his chin resting on the top of your head.

For a while, you just sat there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. Then, Hijikata broke the silence.

"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"For what?" you asked, looking up at him.

"For... this," he said, gesturing to your embrace. "I... I appreciate it."

You smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss, which he eagerly returned. As you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

"Don't tell anyone about this," he said, but you could tell he was joking.

"Your secret is safe with me," you said, grinning at him.

As you settled back into your cuddle, you could feel Hijikata's breathing start to slow down and even out. You knew he was falling asleep, but you didn't want to disturb him. You stayed there, wrapped up in each other's arms, until you both fell asleep on the couch.

Kamui

➵ Confusion and Discomfort - Kamui is not used to receiving affection from anyone, so when his partner starts scratching his head or cuddling with him, he might feel uncomfortable and unsure of how to react. He might pull away or try to escape from their grasp, not because he doesn't appreciate their affection, but because he's not sure how to handle it.

➵ Appreciation - Despite his tough exterior, Kamui is not completely devoid of emotions. If his partner scratches his head affectionately, he might feel a sense of warmth and gratitude. However, he may not show it openly and may only nod his head or give a small smile to acknowledge their gesture.

➵ Embarrassment - Kamui is not used to being the center of attention or receiving affection, so when his partner starts cuddling with him or scratching his head, he might feel embarrassed or self-conscious. He may try to shrug them off or play it cool, but deep down, he's secretly enjoying the attention.

➵ Protective - If Kamui's partner is being more cuddly than usual, he might become protective of them. As a member of the Yato clan, Kamui has a strong sense of loyalty and will do whatever it takes to protect those he cares about. He might wrap his arms around them tightly or give them a reassuring pat on the back to let them know he's there for them.

➵ Vulnerability - Kamui is not used to showing his softer side to anyone, but when his partner scratches his head or cuddles with him, he might let his guard down and show a more vulnerable side. He might open up to them about his past or his feelings, something he would never do with anyone else.

➵ Surprise - Kamui is not used to people showing him affection, so when his partner scratches his head or cuddles with him, he might be surprised at first. He might even ask them why they're doing it or what their intentions are, as he's not used to this kind of attention.

➵ Gratitude - Despite his tough exterior, Kamui is not completely emotionless. If his partner scratches his head affectionately or cuddles with him, he might feel a sense of gratitude and appreciation. He may not show it openly, but he would remember the gesture and repay it in his own way.

➵ Conflicted - Kamui's upbringing as a member of the Yato clan has taught him to suppress his emotions and never show weakness. As a result, when his partner scratches his head or cuddles with him, he might feel conflicted. He might enjoy the affection, but at the same time, he might feel like it's a weakness and try to resist it.

➵ Self-conscious - If Kamui's partner scratches his head or cuddles with him in public, he might become protective of his reputation. Kamui is feared and respected by many, and he wouldn't want anyone to see him in a vulnerable state. He might gently push his partner away or give them a warning look to let them know that he's not comfortable with public displays of affection.

➵ Acceptance - Despite his initial confusion and discomfort, Kamui might eventually learn to accept his partner's affectionate gestures. He might even come to look forward to them, as they provide a sense of comfort and warmth that he's not used to experiencing. Over time, he might become more open and expressive with his own emotions as well.

➵ Overall, Kamui's reactions to his partner's affectionate gestures would be complex and varied, reflecting his conflicted nature and stoic exterior. However, as he grows closer to his partner and learns to trust them, he might become more open and vulnerable, showing a side of himself that few have ever seen before.

You and Kamui are laying in bed, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet. You've been together for a few months now, but Kamui is still not used to physical affection, and he's been keeping a bit of a distance between the two of you. But tonight, as you're both lying in bed, you suddenly feel the urge to show him some affection.

You turn to him and start to scratch his head gently. "Hey, Kamui," you say softly. "I just wanted to say that I really appreciate you. You're so strong and brave, and I feel lucky to be with you."

Kamui tenses up at your touch, his muscles going rigid. He's not used to this kind of physical intimacy, and he's not sure how to react. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice a bit cold.

You can sense his discomfort, but you don't want to stop. You continue to scratch his head, hoping to break down his defenses a bit. "I'm just showing you some affection," you say. "I know you're not used to it, but I just wanted to let you know that I care about you."

Kamui's body relaxes slightly at your words, but he still seems uncertain. "I'm not sure I understand," he says. "Why would you care about me?"

You pause for a moment, looking into his eyes. "Because you're important to me," you say. "I love you, Kamui."

At the mention of the L-word, Kamui's eyes widen in surprise. He's never heard those words before, and he's not sure how to react. But as you continue to scratch his head and show him affection, he starts to relax a bit more. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, allowing himself to be vulnerable for just a moment.

"I...I love you too," he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile and continue to scratch his head, feeling grateful for this rare moment of connection with the stoic Yato. You know that he's not used to physical affection, but you hope that with time and patience, you can break down his defenses and show him just how much you care.

(I accidentally ended up extending this! 😭 I was just so sad!)

As you scratch Kamui's head, you can feel his hair starting to loosen up. It's a strange feeling, being so close to him like this. Kamui is usually so closed off, so distant, that you never thought you'd be able to get this close to him. But here you are, lying next to him in bed, running your fingers through his hair.

"I know you're not used to this," you say softly. "But I just wanted to show you that I care. You're such an amazing person, Kamui. You're so strong and brave, and I feel lucky to be with you."

Kamui doesn't say anything in response, but you can feel his body starting to relax. You continue to scratch his head, hoping to break down his defenses a bit more.

"You don't have to be so tough all the time," you say. "It's okay to be vulnerable. It's okay to show your emotions."

Kamui opens his eyes and looks at you, his gaze intense. "I don't want to be weak," he says. "I don't want to be vulnerable."

You understand where he's coming from. Kamui was raised in a violent, chaotic environment, where weakness was not tolerated. But you also know that he needs to learn how to let his guard down, at least around you.

"You don't have to be weak," you say. "You can be strong and vulnerable at the same time. And you don't have to do it all at once. It's okay to take it slow."

Kamui considers your words for a moment, then closes his eyes again and leans into your touch. You can feel his breaths slowing down, becoming more relaxed. It's a rare moment of intimacy, and you cherish it.

"You know," Kamui says after a few minutes of silence. "You're the only person who's ever shown me this kind of affection. I don't know how to react."

You smile and keep scratching his head. "It's okay," you say. "You don't have to react. Just let me show you how much I care."

Kamui doesn't say anything in response, but he keeps his eyes closed and lets you continue to scratch his head. It's a small gesture, but it means a lot to both of you. You know that it will take time for Kamui to get used to physical affection, but you're willing to be patient. You love him, and you're not going anywhere.

Sakata Gintoki

➵ Gintoki's initial reaction to his partner scratching his head affectionately would likely be one of discomfort or annoyance. Although he may secretly enjoy the physical affection, he would likely try to play it cool and act nonchalant about it, making sarcastic comments or snarky remarks in response.

➵ However, as his partner continues to scratch his head and show him affection, Gintoki may gradually warm up to the idea and become more receptive to their gestures. He may even find himself leaning into their touch and letting out a contented sigh, although he would still try to mask his vulnerability with humor and sarcasm.

➵ If his partner were to become more cuddly than usual, Gintoki would likely become even more uncomfortable and unsure of how to react. He may try to push them away or create some distance between them, but deep down, he would appreciate the intimacy and affection. He may even become more affectionate in return, teasing or poking fun at his partner to cover up his true feelings.

➵ Gintoki's tough exterior and sarcastic wit may make it difficult for him to express his emotions openly, but his actions and subtle gestures may reveal his true feelings. For example, he may find himself unconsciously reaching out to touch his partner's hand or shoulder, or he may become more protective and affectionate towards them in private.

➵ Ultimately, Gintoki's reaction to his partner's affection would depend on the circumstances and his mood at the time. While he may try to play it cool and act aloof, his partner's affectionate gestures would likely have a positive impact on him, reminding him of the importance of human connection and emotional intimacy.

➵ Gintoki may try to hide his vulnerability by responding with sarcasm or teasing his partner. He may make jokes about being a "tsundere" or act like their affection doesn't affect him, but his partner would likely see through his facade and recognize his true feelings.

➵ Although Gintoki is not one to express his emotions openly, he may find himself feeling more comfortable and at ease with his partner's affection over time. He may become more receptive to physical touch and gestures of intimacy, even initiating them himself on occasion.

➵ Gintoki's past experiences with loss and betrayal have made him somewhat guarded and distrustful of others, but his partner's affection would likely help to break down some of his walls and build trust between them. He may even become more open and vulnerable with his partner, sharing more of his past and his fears with them.

➵ His loyalty and protectiveness towards his loved ones are two of his defining traits, and his partner's affection would only strengthen these qualities. He may become more invested in their well-being and happiness, going out of his way to make them feel loved and appreciated.

➵ At the end of the day, Gintoki's reaction to his partner's affection would likely be a mixture of humor, sarcasm, and genuine warmth. Although he may struggle to express his emotions openly, his partner's affection would be a source of comfort and security for him, reminding him that he is not alone in the world.

You were sitting next to Gintoki on the couch, watching TV together. As the show went on, you found yourself absentmindedly scratching his head, running your fingers through his silver hair. Gintoki tensed up at first, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"What are you doing?" he asked, pulling away slightly.

You smiled at him, continuing to scratch his head. "Just giving you some affection, Gintoki. You looked like you could use it."

Gintoki grumbled something under his breath, but you could tell that he was secretly enjoying your touch. He leaned into your hand, letting out a contented sigh. "Whatever. Just don't make it a habit, okay?"

You chuckled, continuing to scratch his head. "No promises, Gintoki. I kind of like it."

Gintoki rolled his eyes, but he didn't pull away this time. Instead, he leaned back into the couch, letting you scratch his head in peace. As the show continued to play in the background, you could feel him relaxing more and more, his muscles untensing beneath your touch.

After a few minutes, Gintoki finally spoke up again. "You know, I'm not used to this kind of affection," he said quietly. "It's kind of nice, though."

You smiled, continuing to scratch his head. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, Gintoki. You deserve some love and affection, too."

Gintoki snorted. "Yeah, right. As if I need that kind of weakness in my life."

You shook your head, still smiling. "You're not weak, Gintoki. You're one of the strongest people I know. And everyone needs a little love and affection sometimes."

Gintoki didn't respond, but you could see a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You continued to scratch his head in silence, enjoying the warmth and intimacy of the moment. Gintoki may have been a tough and sarcastic person on the outside, but beneath his rough exterior, you knew that he was a kind and loving person at heart.

(Here's a scenario where Gintoki's partner is being more cuddly than usual. As you can see, I got a little bit excited writing about him.)

You were lying in bed with Gintoki, cuddled up against his side. Normally, he wasn't one for cuddling or physical touch, but tonight was different. He had his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you could feel his breath warm against your neck.

"Are you okay, Gintoki?" you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

He didn't respond at first, but you could feel him nodding against your shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said quietly.

You could tell that something was bothering him, but you didn't press the issue. Instead, you continued to stroke his hair, letting the silence stretch out between you. As you lay there together, you could feel Gintoki's body relaxing more and more, his breathing slowing down.

After a few minutes, Gintoki finally spoke up again. "Thanks for being here, [Name]," he said softly.

You smiled, kissing the top of his head. "Of course, Gintoki. I'll always be here for you."

Gintoki didn't respond, but you could feel him snuggling closer to you, his body warm against yours. You continued to stroke his hair, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. Even though Gintoki was a tough and sarcastic person on the outside, you knew that.

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Second cloud study! This time with Kamui and Takasugi Shinsuke! Let's go villain gang! But ahh, one day I hope to achieve clouds like the huge ones in wild west paintings

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