Maybe a Fake Gintama

However, just as Kawaki finished speaking, a sword was inserted into the wooden floor about a centimeter away from his toes.

"It was really dangerous! It almost stabbed me! Ahahaha!" Kawaki rubbed the back of his head and laughed foolishly. Then, he reached out and pulled out the sword in front of him, throwing it at Takasugi.

Then, he extended his index finger and said earnestly, "Don't casually throw away your things. You must take good care of them. This kind of habit is really bad, and you must correct it..."

Ignoring Kawaki's chatter, Takasugi sheathed his sword and stepped out of the door.

Tsukuyo leaned against the door and reminded Takasugi coldly, "Although I don't know what your purpose is if you dare to attack Yoshiwara..."

"I am different from that idiot," Takasugi said without looking back, "I don't want to say the same thing many times..."

Takasugi's figure walked further and further away...

...

"Hey, be careful of being chopped again." Tsukuyo stepped into the room and reminded Kawaki, who was looking out of the window with his back facing her.

Tsukuyo could still remember, at that time(Benizakura Arc), the terrifying scar on Kawaki's kimono. Although there was not even a scar on Kawaki's back, the large amount of blood on his clothes could not fool people.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough... What are you referring to?" Kawaki took Tsukuyo's kiseru and took a light puff. Then he turned his head and asked gloomily.

"Sometimes, I really want to smash your head open and see what kind of structure it is..." Tsukuyo gritted her teeth and muttered. Then, she walked over and took back the kiseru in Kawaki's hand, "Also, you really are not suitable for literary arts. Give up early, idiot."

"F*ck! I remember now!" Kawaki slapped his forehead, "So Tsukki, you were referring to that incident!"

As he spoke, Kawaki waved his hand and continued with an indifferent expression, "That matter has already passed so long ago. Takaji and I aren't people who hold grudges. Besides, at that time, I also beat him back. I hit him hard with my fist."

"Really?" Tsukuyo curled the corners of her mouth, her face full of disbelief.

"Of course!" Kawaki was still indifferent, "There is no conflict between men that can not be resolved with one punch."

"Hmph, who cares?" Tsukuyo turned around and said, "However, it's best not to put Yoshiwara in any bad situation because of him. If that happened..."

"It won't, It won't," Kawaki patted his chest and promised, "Takaji is not that kind of person. He has always been a man of his word since he was young. Although he is a little bit arrogant, when it comes to this kind of thing, if he says he is not interested, he is not interested."

"Is that so?" Tsukuyo took a puff of smoke and spat it lightly, "Forget it. I am not interested in your affairs, but there is only one thing. I will protect Yoshiwara. No matter who the enemy is, even if he is your friend..."

"Um... Although I didn't eat garlic for dinner, you better wipe your kiseru's mouth..." Kawaki weakly raised his hand and reminded her.

Tsukuyo finally reacted. She turned her head, threw the kiseru at Kawaki with a red face, and shouted, "I'm giving it to you! Bastard!"

"Uh..." After this attack, a big bump appeared on Kawaki's head, "It hurts! You stinking woman!"

"Who cares about you? And I clearly didn't say that I would lend it to you, bastard! It was clearly you who took it without my permission!" Tsukuyo rolled her eyes and scolded.

"You obviously agreed at that time!" Kawaki held the big bag on his head and retorted.

"I did not! You good-for-nothing otaku!"

...

"Tell Hyakka not to let Bakufu's spies approach casually." Kawaki finally became serious, "Especially around my room."

"Do you think I'm an idiot like you?" Tsukuyo said grumpily, "I've already given the order."

"Well, thank you." Kawaki grinned.

"Pay attention to yourself, don't accidentally hang up somewhere." Tsukuyo turned and stepped out of the room, "I don't want to lose some Hyakka members because they want to take revenge for you. Hyakka exists to protect Yoshiwara, not to protect trash like you."

"Understood!" Kawaki replied.

"And..." Tsukuyo stopped, "Give me back my kiseru."

"Eh? Didn't you say you were giving it to me?" Kawaki looked at the kiseru in his hand and asked doubtfully.

"Giving it to you is a waste," Tsukuyo replied, "It would be better to throw it into the trashcan and be recycled."

"That's true..." Kawaki smiled and then threw the kiseru to Tsukuyo.

Watching Tsukuyo walk away step by step, Kawaki turned to look out of the window again, his eyes full of indescribable emotions...

After a long time, Kawaki finally thought of something. He quickly turned around and shouted, "Hey! Wait! Where am I going to sleep tonight Hey! Someone tell me! Don't tell me I'm going to sleep on the streets! Hey!!!"

...

The next day, morning.

After Tsukuyo woke up, she washed up and came to Kawaki's door according to her usual habits. She opened the door habitually and was ready to wake this idiot up.

However, just as she opened the door, Tsukuyo heard a loud noise. She looked up and saw that Kawaki, wearing pajamas, had flown out of the bedroom. The bedroom door was broken. Kawaki collided with the living room wall and fell unconscious.

A few seconds later, Takasugi, who was dressed neatly, walked out of the room expressionlessly.

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard!" Kawaki, who had woken up, stood up, pointed at Takasugi, and shouted.

"I should be the one asking this," Takasugi retorted with a cold face, "Why are you in my room, idiot?"

"That's obviously my room!" Kawaki retorted.

"This has been my room since yesterday." Takasugi retorted again.

Tsukuyo, who narrowed her eyes and looked at the two of them expressionlessly, finally could not help but ask, "What exactly is going on?"

"Oh, actually, I really couldn't find a place to sleep last night, so I went back to my room." Kawaki scratched the back of his head and explained with a smile, "I thought I would have a long talk with Takaji like I did when I was a child. I didn't expect him to sleep so soundly. In the end, I had no choice but to sleep in the room."

Tsukuyo glanced at Takasugi, whose veins were popping out on his face, and then looked at Kawaki, who was laughing foolishly at the side. She suddenly thought of something, and the kiseru in her hand fell to the ground. Then, Tsukuyo quickly turned and walked out of Kawaki's room.

"Sorry, I will forget everything that happened today." Tsukuyo's voice came from outside the door.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Kawaki finally reacted and rushed out, arguing with Tsukuyo's back, "It's not what you think! Although when I was young, Takaji and I did take a bath together in the river and had the experience of being honest with each other! But it's really not what you think! At the very least, yesterday, I had a new quilt laid down! And my pajamas are also well-worn! The BL development you think is completely impossible!"

Tsukuyo continued to walk forward with a red face as if she had not heard Kawaki at all.

Seeing this, Kawaki had no choice but to catch up with Tsukuyo again. Standing in front of Tsukuyo, he said with a face full of sincerity, "I like the Great Oppai! You should be clear about this!"

After hearing this, Tsukuyo stopped and looked at the face in front of her with an expressionless face. Two veins instantly popped out on her forehead. Then she squatted down slightly and back throw Kawaki without any explanation.

"What kind of rogue remarks are you talking about in the morning?!" Tsukuyo cursed.

"It's all your fault, Tsukki, for overthinking." Kawaki rubbed his waist and stood up. He curled his lips and complained. Then he pointed to Takasugi, who was watching the show at the door, and shouted, "Takaji, don't you know how to defend me? You bastard!"

"If you dare to come to my room again... I will kill you." After leaving this sentence, Takasugi turned around, entered the door, and closed it.

"Ah?!" Several "#" characters instantly appeared on Kawaki's face, and he shouted, "What did you say, you bastard! Who exactly occupied whose room? Tell me clearly, bastard!"

...

Breakfast time.

Seita lowered his head, not daring to move even with black lines all over his face. Tsukuyo did not feel uncomfortable as usual, and Hinowa was also smiling as usual.

Kawaki constantly swept the breakfast on the table and, at the same time, secretly took the food from the plate in front of Takasugi from time to time.

Takasugi did not respond and continued to chew slowly.

"Is this Kawaki-san's friend, Takasugi-san?" Hinowa smiled and looked at Takasugi-san, "I wonder if the food I cook suits your taste?"

Takasugi nodded softly, which was considered a response.

"Then you have to eat more," Hinowa said with a smile, "According to Kawaki-san, Takasugi-san seems to be the kind of man who works day and night."

Hinowa sighed and looked at Kawaki. She sighed and continued, "Speaking of which, it would be great if Kawaki-san had Takasugi-san's ambition~."

"Ahahaha," Kawaki put down the bowl and chopsticks, laughed, and continued, "No, no, I don't have such a great goal and ambition like Takaji."

"That's true..." Hinowa covered her face and smiled.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a joyous atmosphere... Except for Seita, who lowered his head and dared not speak, and Takasugi, who was chewing slowly with an expressionless face.

'What kind of situation is this?!' Seita's little heart was pounding. He raised his head and carefully looked at Takasugi before quickly lowering his head again, 'This man is too dangerous! How could they laugh while he was emitting that kind of aura? I clearly felt that I would be killed the next moment! Why are mom and sister Tsukuyo acting like they usually do? I can't understand at all! Pay attention to the atmosphere, you bastards!'

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