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A soft breeze gently swirls up some scattered cherry blossoms, their scent tickling Gintoki's nose.
It is warm today but not unbearably so, especially not under the shadow of the giant tree they are seated under.
He’d first seen it on a walk with Sadaharu, had watched the giant white menace pee against it which makes him realize there is a very real possibility they are sitting in his piss. Or anyones, really. They would smell that, right?
He shakes his head to get rid of the thought and continues concentrating on the task at hand一his hands are running through long, silky hair, clumsily braiding it in the way he'd practiced on Kagura's hair before.
He doesn't tie the braid when he's done. Instead he undoes all process and restarts, unwilling to stop running his fingers through Zura's hair.
He doesn't seem to mind. Gintoki isn't even sure he is still awake, considering his even breathing and the lack of words they are exchanging.
They are often like this, when they are alone. Sitting in comfortable silence without their usual banter when in company of other people一or that weird creature Zura is usually accompanied by.
Zura turns his head, eyes dropping down to his hair before he looks directly at Gintoki.
“You can't be serious,” he says, apparently dissatisfied with the result of Gintoki's hard work.
He'd never said he was good at it. In fact, he hadn't said anything when he'd seen Zura sit under the huge tree. He'd just sat down next to him, offered him one of the dango he'd bought earlier, which Zura had gladly accepted, before he wordlessly started playing with his hair.
“I always am, when it comes to you,” Gintoki says and watches Zura's frown morph into a smile.