Gintama x Reader One Shots

Sakata Gintoki x Reader: Ice Skating

"Wait—wait—wait—wait. (F/N)-chan—what are you doing with that? What is that? Is it some kind of torture device?"

"No, Gin, this is called an ice skate. It goes on your foot. Now shut up and let me put it on you."

Currently, (F/N) was at an ice rink with the legendarily uncooperative Sakata Gintoki. The reason they were at the ice rink was a long story, but it had to do with a tailing job, a game of rock-paper-scissors, and Gin being a sore loser. Their tail was at the ice rink, and so were they.

(F/N) sat Gin on a bench, and knelt in front of him, lifting his leg and slipping his boot off. Then she slipped his foot into the ice skate, and put the blade on her thigh while she laced it up.

"Why can't I put my own skates on again?" Gin asked. He was blushing for some reason. "I can tie my own shoes, you know."

(F/N) sighed. "Because you would put them on too loose, and then your ankles would give out and you would fall to your death! Now shut up!"

She finished tying Gintoki's skates, and took her own seat on the bench so she could lace up her skates. As she did so, Gintoki took a few experimental turns around the room in his ice skates.

"(F/N)-chan," he complained, "these are too tight! They're cutting off all my circulation!"

"Good. Get a blood clot and die."

As soon as she was done, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the rink. The cold air hit them in a wave as they walked past the audience seats towards the ice. To (F/N)'s relief, their target was still on the ice.

"(F/N)-chan," Gin said, hesitantly putting his toe pick to the ice. "You've done this before, right?"

"I was a competitive skater as a kid," she answered. "Now get on the ice already! I'm itching to skate!"

She pushed him, expecting him to slide, but instead he fell flat on his face.

(F/N) burst out laughing.

"Hey!" Gintoki snapped. "This isn't funny, you super sadist!"

She gracefully stepped onto the ice, and slid over to him. He was still lying on his stomach. His face was bright red, and there was blood dripping from his nose.

"Here," she said, taking a tissue from her pocket and dabbing his nose with it. "It'll be a hazard if too much blood gets on the ice."

"Please tell me this tissue isn't used."

"It is."

He raised his sword, and she backed away. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Please don't kill me!"

~o0o~

"No, no, no!" (F/N) scolded. "Don't use your toe pick! That'll make you trip!"

"Then why is there a toe pick?" Gin demanded. "The poor toe pick! Allow it to serve its evolutionary purpose!"

"Its 'evolutionary purpose' is for jumps. If you'd like to try a jump, feel free. I really feel like watching you break your neck right now."

She turned to skate away, and listened to the slick sound of Gin's blades against the ice as he followed. She counted to three, and he fell flat on his face.

"Seriously," she sighed, sliding to his side and bending down, "I brought these tissues 'cause my nose always runs in the cold, but you're using them up faster than me."