Gintama x Reader One Shots

Okita Sougo x Reader: Scars

Edo was having its biggest heatwave in years. (F/N) was, as usual, crashing at the Shinsengumi compound. She sat in Okita's room with her face buried in a book, electric fan at full blast. He sat outside on the porch with a handheld fan, watching with a bored expression as she stewed in agony on the floor.

"So hot..." she groaned.

"Doesn't your family have air conditioning?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I want to be here. I hate you marginally less than everyone else in the world."

"Then stop complaining."

She shot him a glare, and he sighed, getting to his feet and walking inside.

"Mind if I strip?" he asked. "This uniform is miserable."

Her face turned red. "I...I guess. As long as you keep your boxer shorts on, it's fine. Yeah."

She heard the rustle of him taking off his clothes, and forced herself to focus on her book. The next time she looked up, he was sitting beside her in his boxers, still fanning himself. Though she did her best to maintain her self-control, she found herself staring at him not only because of how attractive he was (though he was certainly attractive) but because of the amount of scars that criss-crossed his body.

Come to think of it, I've never seen Sougo-kun in short sleeves, much less like this...

"Like what you see?" Okita asked, smirking.

(F/N) buried her face in her book, trying to hide her blush. "I would ask you to stop being a cocky asshole, but I think that's a kind of high bar for you."

"And I would ask you to stop being an emotionally-constipated bitch, but I think that's a bit of a high bar for you, as well."

"What--what are you talking about? I'm not like that at all!"

He ignored her, and went back to fanning himself. (F/N) sighed, and tried to keep her eyes on her novel. It didn't work.

"You have a lot of scars, don't you?" she said at last, closing her book.

"Yeah," he muttered. "So what? Is it bothering you or something?"

"No." She scooted closer to him. "I was just wondering where you got them."

"In fights, obviously. I'm a cop, in case you hadn't noticed."

"You know that's not what I meant," she muttered. "Do you not remember which fights they came from?"

"Maybe," he replied. "Which one are you curious about?"

She looked over his body, mostly just for the sake of looking over his body, and pointed to one on his arm. "This one."

"That one's pretty recent," he told her. "I got it when Itou Kamotarou rebelled against Kondo-san."

"Can I touch it?"

"I don't see a look don't touch sign. Do you?"

She huffed. "You don't have to be so rude about it."

She ran her fingers over the skin. It felt more or less like normal skin, and she found that strange.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"Of course not. It's a scar."

"Well, I don't have any scars, so I wouldn't know!"

"Don't you have a scar on your—"

"That's enough out of you!" She pointed to a mark on his chest. "What about this one?"

"That's from sparring with China Girl."

(F/N) chuckled, running her fingers over the skin absent-mindedly. "Wow. She was really out for blood, wasn't she?"

"That's enough about China."

"Why do you hate Kagura-chan so much, anyway?" Her eyes trailed down, and she spotted an ugly, circular scar on his leg. "What about this one?"

"That's a bullet wound. I got it when I was kidnapped by some Joui along with China and this other girl."

"Kagura-chan told me about that," (F/N) told him. "That was really stupid."

"I thought I said enough about China."

"Sorry." She reached out to touch the wound. The skin was rough, more what she'd expected a scar to feel like. "This one must have hurt a lot."

"Maybe it did. I don't really remember."

(F/N) sighed. "You're so determined to keep up that tough act."

"I could say the same of you."

(F/N) blushed. "I—I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, yeah?"

Suddenly, he caught her chin, and kissed her.

(F/N) froze. Okita was kissing her? Why? Was he teasing her? That had to be it.

He drew away, and she scowled.

"What's wrong with you?"

He smirked. "What? Isn't this what you want, Tsundere-chan?"

Wham.

~o0o~

Hijikata sighed, taking a draw from his cigarette. "So how exactly did you get a concussion from a book?"

Okita scowled. He was in the infirmary, lying in a hospital bed with his head wrapped in bandages.

"Girls are crazy," he muttered.

Hijikata crossed his arms. "Somehow, I doubt this was the girl's fault."

Hello! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been traveling a lot and the wifi isn't reliable. Hope you enjoyed the story!

-Marguerite Partello