Gintama x Reader One Shots

Kamui x Reader: What the Captain Wants

'What the Captain wants, the Captain gets,'  that's what Abuto told (F/N) the day she joined the Harusame's Seventh Division. She still remembered how she'd looked at him that day—arms crossed, eyebrow raised. Like, seriously? Your captain is a teenage idiot and you just let him do whatever he wants? No wonder this place is a train wreck.

Little did she know that someday, she'd come to understand why Captain Kamui got everything he wanted, and it was for two very specific reasons:

One, he was terrifying.

Two, he was annoying as hell.

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"(F/N)-chan, I want something!"

She sighed, crumpling the magazine in her hands. Just bear with it, (F/N)...remember your paycheck...

"What do you want, Captain?" she muttered, deciding to skip the obvious questions like 'what are you doing in my room' and 'how did you get in here when I'm absolutely certain I locked the door?'

"I don't know," he answered, pointedly ignoring her irritation, and plopping down next to her on the bed like he owned the place. "That's why I need your help."

(F/N) sighed. "My help? Really? Why don't you just annoy Abuto-san? Or better yet, figure it out yourself."

"But Abuto told me to ask you for help!"

(F/N) gritted her teeth. Damn Abuto...he would pay for that...

"And besides," Kamui continued. "You're so smart, I'm sure you can figure it out!"

(F/N) hesitated, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, and silently cursed herself. The damn brat...how dare he figure out how weak she was to flattery...

"Okay, fine," she muttered. "If you don't know what it is you want, let's try to narrow down the list. Do you at least know if it's something you want to have or something you want to do?"

"Hmm..." He thought for a moment. "I think it's something I want to do."

"Okay, then, let me think..."

She drew back, looking him over from his big blue eyes to the bottoms of his boots. If this was Kamui, and he wanted to do something...

She reached over, and poked him in the stomach.

"Chances are, it's this talking."

Kamui stared down at her hand, and his eyes lit up.

"Oh, yeah! You're probably right!"

"Great," (F/N) said, turning back to her magazine. "Now go along and get something to eat. I'll stay here and—"

"Come on!"

Before she could even finish her sentence, he grabbed her wrist, and began tugging her towards the door.

"What the—why do I need to be there?"

"Because I need you to cook! Duh!"

She let out a growl. "Kamui, you goddamn moro—I—I mean, with all due respect, Captain, you know how to cook for yourself."

"Well, yeah, but your cooking tastes so much better than everybody else's!"

(F/N) stared at him, but before she could get carried away by his flattery again, he continued.