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"I thought we reached an agreement that this was my spot?" Hijikata kicked the Yorozuya away from the right side of the futon for emphasis. Gintoki didn't budge. Hijikata tsked and gave another kick just to spite him. The resulting whine of pain was expected and appreciated.
It was a nice spot, Hijikata realized some time ago, it's nearer to the wall, away from the intense sunlight before it hits the eyes early in the morning, it was softer too, and most importantly it doesn't reek of that faint tangy strawberry smell that numerous trips to the laundry couldn't wash off. Hijikata wouldn't give up the spot he bartered with a deluxe parfait so easily.
"Oi, Gintoki." Hijikata placed his bare foot on Yorozuya's lower back and gave him a shake. The lethargic body swayed from side to side and soon Hijikata dug his heel, at that the Yorozuya came to, those red eyes glared at him and Hijikata answered that threat with a fierce glare of his own.
Gintoki raised his head, he groaned, and briskly scratched his head. With a lazy grunt he rolled over to lie on his back and spread out his limbs to cover the expanse of the futon.
"It's my futon. I can change the rules when I feel like it." Gintoki's smug grin morphed to a yawn, and he scratched his stomach under his shirt. Hijikata's resolve waned for a moment, an impolite behavior like that shouldn't be endearing.
"And this is my house," Gintoki continued, acting all high and mighty in his turf. "It's hard enough to sleep with you abusing my door," then Gintoki frowned, his eyes momentarily stared at the light on the ceiling, then back at Hijikata. "You bought snacks, right?"
Hijikata pursed his lips. Is it a symptom of a mental illness that his patience threshold for this idiot is a mayonnaise bottle higher now? He's gone soft.
"The snacks are on the table. Lazy perm."
So the perm was awake the entire time, that prick.
Left him outside unwelcome, that dick.
Hijikata gritted his teeth. He's been banging outside the door for half an hour! He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled a heavy sigh. He's too tired for this. It was a mistake thinking that this house would be a refuge from all the accumulated stress from work. And so what if it was that moron's futon? Hijikata was the one who bought it. It's fucking Uratex too!
"I'm not leaving this bed, so bring the snacks in here." Gintoki said noncommittally as he cleaned his ear with a pinky. He always turned into a spoiled brat whenever Hijikata was around. Well, when is he not?
"Don't care. Move." Hijikata ordered, the sternness of his voice was assuaged by a tired yawn that followed.
Gintoki pouted but moved aside without protest, something the very tired Hijikata should appreciate, if not for the fact Gintoki moved on his spot. The stressed vice commander sprawled himself on the unoccupied part of the bed regardless.
"Oi, Hijikata-kun, change into your pajamas, you smell like shit." Gintoki pinched a portion of Hijikata's haori and made a lazy motion of taking them off.
Hijikata grunted and made a fist, more than ready to sleep and more than prepared to knock out Gintoki if it promised a peaceful slumber.
Gintoki paused. "You're docile today." Gintoki placed a concerned palm on Hijikata's forehead, and Hijikata leaned into Gintoki's hand, too weary to salvage his pride. Gintoki's hand moved upwards and grazed his sable bangs, fingers frolicked on his tawny hair and Hijikata knew he would be on the verge of sleep soon if Gintoki continued those calming strokes.
"You sick? I don't know how to handle a cute Toshi, I might die."
To be quite frank, Hijikata was feeling merciful today, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into his pillow.
"Let me sleep. Work's a bitch today."
"Poor bakufu dog." Gintoki cooed, but Hijikata heard the fondness in that voice before the scathing remark. Hijikata felt otiose hands rummage his haori and carefully take them off.
"Sleep well, Oogushi-kun." Then Gintoki tucked him in, the warmth of his careful hands seeped into Hijikata's clothes and further inside his chest, these tender feelings at first sneaked in at the back undetected but now shyly invited inside.
Hijikata hid his smile under the covers.
"Did you buy me Uji-Gintoki-don?" There was a shuffle on the bed as Gintoki talked and Hijikata took the now free strawberry scented pillow next to him.
"Um, yeah." Hijikata noted that the door was slowly turned open.
"But make it yourself," Hijikata continued, "The azuki beans are in the freezer."
If Hijikata had enough curiosity to peek behind him, he would've noticed the giddy smile and rosy blush on Gintoki's cheeks as the perm closed the door and the lights.