The city sleeps under a clear sky, faint clouds drifting slowly above the rooftops. The air smells faintly of smoke and steel. You step onto the roof in silence, boots heavy from the mission just completed.

He’s already there.

Gintoki sits with his usual lazy posture—legs stretched out, hands tucked into his sleeves, eyes lost in the stars. He doesn’t turn around. He knew you were coming. Probably before you even opened the door.

For a while, there’s only wind between you.

Then, without looking at you, he speaks—quiet, almost tired

“...Hey darling, long time no see.”