kiss it better
sakata gintoki x nurse!reader
a/n: this is my first fic ever! I hope you enjoy :)
word count: 1,141
c/w: none! just toothrotting fluff.
It was yet another excruciatingly hot day in the land of Edo, and Gintoki was not exactly having the time of his life. He lay on the couch, fully sprawled out and lazily fanned himself with that week's JUMP manga. He let out another guttural groan and threw a shoe at shinpachi, hitting him in the head.
'' Oi, be of use and go find us something to cool ourselves with."
Poor Shinpachi rubbed his head, scowling at him. "Broke as you are, you're the one with the funds here you know?"
Having given up on the possibility of negotiation, gintoki picked himself up and made his way to the door.
"Where are you headed?" kagura questioned.
"I'm getting us some ice lollies, it's all we can afford anyway."
And so, gintoki headed out on the street, dragging his feet in a lazy demeanor and looking for the ice lollipop vendor. After eventually finding him, he bought a few, popped one in his mouth and started making his way back home.
Something brought his journey back to a halt though, or rather, someone.
There you were, moving boxes in to the house across the street, with some help from the moving truck drivers. You were clad in your scrubs, indicating that you were either heading to, or coming from work. The beads of sweat on your forehead and slightly disheveled hair suggested the latter though.
You and the workers were wrapping things up as gintoki got closer to passing your residence. He noticed that you rushed into your house and came back out with a plate of what seemed to be....homemade strawberry shortcake.
You offered some to the workers and flashed them a bright smile. They eagerly accepted, got in their truck, and rode away.
You noticed a curious pair of eyes set on you, and turned to acknowledge them.
"Hey there, you live around here?" you asked, greeting him with a wave.
"Huh? oh yeah yeah, right around the block actually, I run the odd jobs place." He said, staring into the sky and scratching his head, trying to feign nonchalance.
"I've heard quite a few things about you guys." you announced
"Our reputation precedes us, that could be either a good or bad thing." Gintoki pondered.
"Good things." you continued, almost as if you could read his mind.
"Ha, I see, though I find that hard to believe..." His mind drifted to his less-than efficient partners and their lackluster resumรฉ. "So you're a nurse, right?"
"What gave that away?" You joked "but yes, I am one, now if you excuse me, I have to get myself out of these scrubs. It was nice meeting you...?"
"Gintoki. Sakata Gintoki."
"Pleasure, I'm (name)"
Days passed by since gintoki's encounter with the new captivating neighbor. He often found himself thinking about you and the delicious treats you'd bake from time to time, they were so aromatic, he could smell them when he stepped outside. He also found himself thinking about the warm smile you'd flash people and wondered what it would feel like to be a cause for one.
Gintoki then thought of what he felt was the most brilliant idea he's had in a while. "KAGURA." he shouted.
"What?" Kagura entered the room with sleepy eyes.
"I need you to injure me."
"Is that because you want the nice lady down the block to treat you? She's way out of your league and wouldn't settle for you, you also carry with you the stench of poverty whereve-"
"Can you do it or no? Goddamn it." His patience was clearly running out.
"Fine..." Kagura then knocked gintoki out clean, with a quick hit to his left ankle. Even though he was in tooth-gritting pain, he was still a man on a mission, so he made his way out the house and towards the direction of your house.
"ARGHHHHH" He winced, holding his head up in pain and limping.
you were taking your bag out of your car, preparing to head inside when you heard someone shout in what seemed to be agonizing pain. It was your neighbor Gintoki, limping around with a swollen, almost futile ankle.
"Oh my god, Gintoki are you alright?" You hurried to him, holding him by his side and heading towards your house.
"Yeah it's no biggie, just a minor injury." He answered. You helped him into your house and slowly helped him descend into the couch.
"How'd this happen?" You questioned him with concern all over your face. "Just some rascal with his motorcycle." He made up a lie on the spot. "Hmm, that's odd...there are no skid marks on the ankle."
"Yeah...I guess it was a new motorcycle..." He looked around, trying to sell his lie.
You went to work straight away, helping treat and wrap up his ankle.
Afterwards, you served him a slice of pie you had made the night before, which he enthusiastically annihilated.
"Don't do anything to strain your ankle, and you should be fine soon!" You smiled at him, glad that he was now okay.
"Yes ma'am. Thanks again for the pie, do I owe you anything?" Not that he had any business asking, as he didn't have shit to his name.
"Nope! service on the house! take care now." You sent him off, not thinking much of what just happened.
Meanwhile, Gintoki marched home, feeling triumphant over this little encounter. He already had a few ideas of what was to come next.
Over the next few weeks, he'd fake several minor injuries just so he could see you, and get a little treat out of it. At first, you were unsuspecting of him, thinking he just had a streak of bad luck, but eventually started catching on to his tactics.
One day, he stumbled in your house holding his head and groaning.
"I have the meanest concussion right now..."
"Sit on the couch, I'll treat you in a minute."
Having figured out his cunning scheme, you were planning on confronting him, but not in a direct way. You took a cold compress and started making your way towards him.
"You know...for someone with a concussion, you seem to have found your way to the couch quite easily." You inched closer, still holding the compress to his head.
"Uh..uh yeah I suppose it's a mild one." he started to look around, avoiding eye contact.
You slowly put the compress down, still looking him dead in the eye and inching closer yet again. You then pressed a firm kiss to his head, right where you were holding the compress, and watched him turn into a blushing mess.
"This should help make you feel better for now, and the next time you wanna visit, know you don't have to be 'injured' "
Gintoki just sat there, for about five minutes. Dumbfounded, and not knowing how to respond.














