#hakusanta2017

[nollatooru]

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

This is my secret santa present for @flower-dragon, I hope you like it. Your wishlist had snow fun and I merged the silent night with s/o and we got really drunk on eggnog into short comic.

Since you didn’t specify characters I tried to put as many as possible in the first picture. Though Sannan-san was added kinda extra extra when I realized they indeed should be wearing winter clothes :P

Also I have never heard of eggnog before, I hope the knowledge I got from wikipedia was good enough for the comic. PLEASE READ THE COMIC FROM RIGHT TO LEFT. I don’t know what crazy idea it was but when I started to sketch this I just suddenly decited “hey I should do this from right to left”, even though all my rough sketches and plans were from left to right. I used Hijichi pairing as eggnog definitely sounded like something Otori would offer, and he’s mainly on Hijikata’s route.

[yaystew]

Hey hey hello @amikoroyai, I’m your secret Hakusanta and here some okisai fluff just for you  ┬┴┬┴┤･ω･)ﾉ  Merry Christmas

[saitohajime]

Happy holidays @gluecookie I’m your secret haku santa! I hope you like it!!

[amikoroyaiart]

Merry Christmas @kazama-hime ! I was your Secret Santa :D Your wish was “Anything with Ibuki (bonus points if Kosuzu is in there)” so I hope you will like these two on date :D 

[emeraldraindragon]

For @yaystew. I’m your HakuSecret Santa.   Apologies that I’m a little late <.<’’  Merry (late) Christmas! Here’s Heisuke playing with some doggies for you!

[monsterfisken]

A gift for @finrod-finwion! They wanted two people sharing an umbrella. I hope you like it!! Part of the @hakuokisecretsanta

[ellevante]

@alicyana

Have some warm okisai this holiday ♡ 

[childofdemon]

Toshizo - Hakuoki Secret Santa Fic

For @hakuokisecretsanta

Hi @saitohajime, I’m your Secret Santa! I’m sorry this is so late, I had some technological problems that I had to get fixed before I could post this. 

Your prompt was “Hijikata or Souji interacting with cats bc they are totally cat people. My headcanon is that they kept the cat Souji found in one of the drama cds and it totally sleeps in Hijikata’s lap when he writes letters (or shitty poetry)”. I decided to do it with Souji (with Souma and Nomura from Shinkai thrown in because they’re amusing), with a bonus of Hijikata to make up for this being late. I really hope you like this!

On AO3 

Merry (Belated) Christmas and Happy New Year!

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“Nee,”

Souma and Nomura froze in the midst of their argument, the faux-cheerful voice from behind them causing shivers to run down their spines as they hurriedly turned around.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Okita Souji, 1st Division Captain of the Shinsengumi and the two pages’ occasional tormen-, er, instructor, stood before them with narrowed eyes as he glanced down at the cat hanging by the scruff of its neck in Nomura’s tight grip.

“S-sir! This cat, it scattered the leaf piles we’d just finished sweeping, and stole our rag! We’re sorry, we’ll take it out of the headquarters right away!” Souma answered, straightening hurriedly while nudging Nomura to do the same. In Nomura’s grip, the cat let out a particularly loud and distressed yowl.

Okita’s eyes narrowed even further, the smirk on his face disappearing entirely. “Give him to me. You’re hurting him.”

Nomura blinked, and hurried to do as told, practically shoving the black cat at the Captain, who, in contrast, carefully placed it in the crook of his arm, gripping it gently to keep it from falling. The two pages could only watch in awe as it immediately stopped yowling, instead nudging Okita’s chest affectionately and starting to purr.

“Um, sir….?”

Okita looked back up, having given the cat a strangely fond look while taking it in his arms, and narrowed his eyes at them once more.

“Toshizo is my cat. You better make sure you don’t hurt him anymore.”

“B-but we didn’t mean to hurt it! We just captured it!” Nomura protested, making the Captain’s green eyed glare turn to him.

“Cat’s a small and fragile. You have to be careful with them, or you could injure or kill them”, Okita stated, his voice about as warm as a winter night. “I don’t care if it was purposeful or not; if you hurt Toshizo, I’ll kill you. Understood?”

“O-of course sir! We’ll be very careful, sir. We’re very sorry!” Souma hurried to assure, and bowed, trying his best to suppress the shiver running down his spine, as Nomura did the same. They both knew Okita’s reputation well enough to know that that was no empty threat. And it wasn’t like they had meant to hurt the cat; they had no idea cats were so fragile.

Apparently satisfied by their response, Okita turned to leave, the cat still in the crook of his arm, being petted by his other hand gently.

“...Um, Okita-taicho?” Souma asked, opening his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Hm?” Okita paused, turning slightly to look back at them.

“How do you know so much about cats? Beside having one, I mean.”

Okita smirked mischievously. “Back when we still lived at our old headquarters, there was once a cat that broke in and messed up the kitchen. Made us chase it all over the compound until I and Chizuru-chan finally found it. Chizuru-chan scolded me when I grabbed it too roughly, said I could have accidentally killed it.”

They blinked. “Yukimura-senpai did?”

“Mmhm. Just about jumped down my throat.”

“Huh”, Souma said, a considering tone to his voice. He’d had no idea Yukimura-senpai had the courage to scold Okita, of all people. He rather doubted many people could do it. As expected of his senpai.

“...Say, Okita-taicho?” Nomura asked, both sounding and looking confused. “Why do you call the name ‘Toshizo’? Isn’t that Hijikata-san’s name?”

Okita’s smirk widened. “It is. Hijikata-san’s face when he heard Toshizo’s name was hilarious. It still annoys him. Also, Hajime-kun’s reaction was priceless. He still refuses to call Toshizo by name, it’s great fun. Chizuru-chan, Sano-san and the others insist on calling him ‘Tokkun’ though. Spoil-sports.”

The two pages stared at him, and came to the abrupt conclusion that really, they should have expected that answer. It fitted everything they’d learned about the Captain’s mischievous personality during the short time they’d been with the Shinsengumi so far. They shouldn’t be surprised.

“...Right”, is all Nomura could bring himself to say to that, somewhat regretting having asked.

Toshizo, having apparently recognized his name, let out a soft meow and butted his head against Okita’s chest, making the man grin and scratch him behind the ears, even as he turned around again and started walking off, having apparently decided that their conversation was over.

Once he thought the captain was a safe distance away, Nomura turned to Souma and complained:

“Geez, why is he that gentle with the cat when he’s so rough with us?”

“Because I actually like Toshizo”, Okita replied back while continuing to walk away, turning his head just enough to smirk back at them.

“Ack!” Nomura yelped. “Sorry sir!”

Okita let out a laugh even as he walked around the corner, the sound echoing even after he’d disappeared from sight.

Souma sighed. “You know, Nomura, one of these days you really should learn to keep your mouth shut.”

“Shut up.”

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Bonus:

Hijikata sat at his table in his lantern-lit room, writing letters, when he heard a soft meow from the door. Glancing back, he saw Souji’s cat - Toshizo, although he resolutely called it Tokkun like almost everyone else except Souji himself - standing in the open crack of the door, watching him with its green eyes.

As soon as he noticed it, the cat walked over to him, nudging his hand demandingly. Hijikata chuckled with reluctant amusement.

“You know, Souji’s going to come looking for you and accuse me of ‘stealing’ you when he notices that you’re gone”, he commented wryly, even as he lowered his hand to scratch the cat behind the ears.

The cat purred and butted his hand, completely ignoring his words, before jumping up on his lap and curling up with a soft meow.

“Honestly, you’re as stubborn as your owner. Damn fur-ball”, Hijikata said with a sigh, tone filled with fondness despite the words.

He then returned to his writing, occasionally using his free hand to pet the cat sleeping in his lap, making absolutely no move to get it to move.

After all, it wasn’t the first, or the last, time that this happened.

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There we go! I hope you liked this! Also I hope this at least somewhat matches what you wanted. At least it has a cat?

[sabinasanfanfic]

Hakuōki Secret Santa 2017

Merry Christmas, @hidarikiki-no-kenshi! I hope you enjoy your gift!

“Chizuru!”

Chizuru looked up from the shirt she was mending. Souji was standing in the doorway of the room, watching her. Despite the fact that they had known each other for some time, he still made Chizuru blush. His eyes sparkled with kindness and affection, and it was this specific look that made her heart flutter and brought heat to her cheeks.

Souji entered the room and came to stand next to Chizuru briefly before he sat at her side. She stuck the needle through the fabric once more, attempting to pretend that his proximity wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary for her, but he always made her dizzy with joy whenever he sat near her.

“Did you have anything planned for dinner?”

Chizuru shook her head as she pulled the needle and thread through the fabric. “Not yet. Is there something you wanted?”

“I wanted to learn how to make Sukiyaki.”

Chizuru paused and regarded Souji with a curious gaze. “Sukiyaki?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug like it wasn’t a big deal.

“But...we don’t have all the proper equipment! And the meat-“

“Don’t worry about it. I was able to find a table top burner.”

Chizuru raised a questioning eyebrow at Souji. “How did you do that?”

“I just lifted one from Sannan-san’s room.”

Chizuru knew she shouldn’t be surprised by Souji’s action, but she was. She opened her mouth to scold him, but his cat-like smile gave her pause. He was expecting her to react that way, and now she wondered if he really did take the burner from Sannan-san or if he just said he did to get a rise out of her. She decided to let the subject go for now.

“What about all the ingredients?”

“We can go get them, right? I did get permission from Hijikata-san.”

“You really planned this out. What would’ve happened if I said no?”

Souji’s grin turned slightly feral. “I knew you wouldn’t because I’d kill you if you did.”

Chizuru huffed. “You always say that.”

A brief pause. “So...ready to go shopping?”

Chizuru sighed. “I suppose.”

Souji stood. “Great! I already have the baskets.” And with that, he left the room.

Chizuru set aside her mending, shocked that Souji was being so helpful. She wondered why, but knew she wasn’t going to think up an answer that made any sense. Deciding to just go with the flow, Chizuru prepared to go out into the chilly December afternoon. After donning some extra layers, Chizuru joined Souji on the engawa. Together, they walked into town to purchase what would be needed for the supper.

Souji continued to be extra helpful, carrying the tofu as Chizuru shopped for the various vegetables. When it came time to buy the beef, Chizuru flinched at the price. She had never spent so much on meat, and she hoped that this truly was okay. After she had found everything they needed, they began their trip back to the headquarters. Chizuru peered up at Souji, noting that he looked rather content.

“Are you sure this was all right with Hijikata-san?” Souji nodded. “But why?”

“Some of us were talking about how much we wanted hot pot. It’s too expensive to go out all the time to a restaurant, so we decided it’d be better to make it. It should cost less, right?”

I’m not so sure about that, Chizuru thought. She hoped Hijikata-san wouldn’t ask about how much everything cost because she was sure he would be very upset. Not that Hijikata-san was extremely frugal, but he was careful with their budget. She assumed this came from their days starting out as a poor dojo. No one ever went hungry per se, but they rarely had something as nice like Sukiyaki.

Upon returning to headquarters, Chizuru began to sort all of the ingredients and mentally go through the steps of making the dish. Souji stood off to the side, watching the way Chizuru methodically prepared everything. She pulled out the appropriate knives, cutting boards, and pot. She turned to Souji.

“I guess the first thing that needs to happen is that a table needs to be set with the burner in the middle. I don’t know where you have it hidden, so I think you should-“

“Got it, Chizuru-chan,” Souji replied with a fond smile before exiting.

Again with the smile. Chizuru blushed furiously as she turned her attention to the vegetables. She began to cut them and arrange them prettily on a serving tray. Soon, Souji returned, but she didn’t notice. Souji leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching Chizuru work.

He knew it was going to be easy to talk her into making hot pot, and while the end game was to get a really delicious meal out of the whole thing, Souji also wanted to spend a little time with Chizuru without anyone else around or watching. He felt safest letting her see little glimmers of his true self when no one else was around. She never judged him, which was something he was still trying to get used to.

He finally stepped forward, coming up behind Chizuru. He thought it would be fun to startle her, but he was also acutely aware that she was holding a knife. While Chizuru was no expert swordswoman, he knew that she was rather clumsy and could accidentally seriously injure him. The last thing he wanted was an extremely apologetic Chizuru fawning over him if he was cut. Instead, he let out a deep sigh, which still made her jump. She whirled around with the knife held out to defend herself. Once she realized who was there, she relaxed.

“You shouldn’t do that, you know,” she chided softly.

“You’re no fun, Chizuru-chan.”

Chizuru rolled her eyes. “I thought you wanted to help me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said as he settled himself to her left. Chizuru pointed toward the tofu with the knife. “I need you to prepare the tofu.”

Souji nodded, feeling slightly disappointed that Chizuru wasn’t giving him a different task. He hated handling tofu. He walked over to the tofu, scrunching his nose as he removed it and set it on a towel that Chizuru had laid out. He then went digging for another cloth, laying it on top of the brick. He pressed down to remove the excess moisture.

“I would skip out on the tofu if Hajime-kun didn’t get so upset about not having it,” Souji grumbled.

“Well, this is for everyone, right? You don’t have to eat the tofu.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Souji replied as he continued to press down.

Once he was sure most of the moisture was gone, he removed the tofu from the cloths and handed it to Chizuru to cut up. He watched as she arranged the perfectly cut cubes on the tray. He had to admit that she was really good at making everything look so perfect.

“Are you ready to assemble the sauce?”

Yes! This was the best part, and he was glad Chizuru was allowing him to take the lead on this! He stood in front of the stove, his fingers itching to get started. Chizuru began handing him the ingredients one-by-one, instructing him how much to put in to the pot.

“Sake, mirin, and soy sauce. Don’t put in too much soy sauce or it’ll be too salty!”

“Yeah, yeah. Everyone seems to think I over season things. I like salt.”

“Like Saitō-san says, too much isn’t good for you,” Chizuru replied.

“And you sound like Hijkata-san when he’s mothering everyone,” Souji quipped.

Souji poured in the sake, sneaking a little sip from the bottle. Chizuru pretended not to notice, but when he attempted to do it again, she shot him a look. Souji grinned and took a sip anyway. With the addition of the soy sauce and mirin, the sauce was complete. All the ingredients were now on the tray. The only thing left to do was to cook and enjoy everything. Chizuru looked up at Souji.

“Thanks for helping,” she said with a smile.

“Sure, Chizuru-chan.”

There was a brief pause in which they both just stared at each other. Souji could see Chizuru’s cheeks were dusted pink. Chizuru was always genuine in the way she acted around him, and while he would never say so, he appreciated it. It didn’t make sense to him why she would be this way toward him, especially when he wasn’t always so kind to her.

“Would you mind carrying the pot to the table burner?” she finally asked to break the silence.

The pair carefully brought the cast iron pot and tray of food to the main room where the captains gathered for supper. When they arrived, everyone was there. Heisuke, Shinpachi, and Harada were hanging around the table, discussing what exactly was going on. In the corner sat Kondō, Hijikata, and Sannan. Souji met Sannan’s gaze, and he saw a knowing smirk on the man’s face. Souji shot him a cheeky grin.

“I see someone was sniffing where he shouldn’t be,” Sannan challenged softly.

“Trust me, you’ll appreciate the reason why I did it, Sannan-san.”

“Do you even know how to light it?”

Souji shrugged carelessly. “I figured someone would. Like you.”

“Souji,” Hijikata said with a warning in his tone.

“It’s all right, Hijikata-kun. It seems like we’re to have a treat.”

Chizuru nodded as she set the tray on the table. Souji placed the pot over the burner, and Sannan came over with a match. Heisuke let out an excited shout.

“Oh! Are we having hot pot?”

“Oh yeah!” Shinpachi cheered.

“You can thank Okita-san. It was his idea,” Chizuru said with a light blush.

Soon, the captains were gathered around the table and everyone began to enjoy the food. Souji kept sneaking glances over at Chizuru as they ate, glad that he had talked her into making something so good. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad that Chizuru had taught him how to make the dish and that it was well received.  

Afterwards, Souji assisted Chizuru with the clean-up for a little more one-on-one time with her. While they didn’t speak, there was a comfortable silence that settled between them as they washed the dishes over by the well. When they had finished and had put everything away, Chizuru turned to face him.

“Um…thanks for showing me how to make hot pot,” he said quickly.

“Of course!”

Souji looked away from her, unable to make eye contact. “I…I would like to cook with you more often.”

Chizuru giggled. “Of course, Okita-san.”

[flower-dragon]

Dear @eliz1369!

This year, I was your Secret Santa. Trying my best, I drew something for you to celebrate this special occasion -Chizuru x Okita under(?) the mistletoe -  I do hope you like it!

I wish You a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Tagging: @hakuokisecretsanta (Thank you for hosting this event!)

[eliz1369]

Merry Christmas @hidetheremote! It’s a little early, but since you open presents on Christmas Eve, I couldn’t resist ;) I had to laugh when I saw your name appear in my inbox because I literally had just finished talking to you about your birthday present :P I couldn’t decide which of the three I liked best, so I decided to give you all of them and let you pick. 

You captured that moment when Kazama holds Chizuru in chapter 4 so well. It was the perfect modern reinterpretation for your story. 

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

[a-cat-named-cheshire]

AN: This short story is for @impracticaldemon ! I hope you enjoy it and may you have a happy holiday and happy New Year! I also take constructive criticism, so feel free to leave any if you so desire :3 

Fandom - Hakuouki

Ship - SaiChi (Saitou x Chizuru)

Genre - Romance

Prompt - Something featuring cold and snowy weather in a modern setting.

I stood at the gate of our high school, watching my shallow breaths steam and billow up to the clouded gray sky, and waited for Saitou to finish his Kendo Club meeting. My heart was pounding in my chest as I wrung my hands together, both to generate some semblance of warmth and to quell the anxiety rising up in my body. I rose a hand to my cheeks, fully aware that they were pink. Not from the freezing temperatures, but from sheer embarrassment.

“Maybe this is silly,” I thought to myself. “Would this come off as overbearing?”

I continue this form of admonishment until I hear the soft crunch of snow behind me. I spin around and smile as two familiar figures - Okita and Saitou - walked towards me. Okita, with his ever-present grin, was deep in conversation with Saitou, who was quiet and hanging onto Okita’s every word.

“Good afternoon, you two!” I say as the two come within earshot. I notice a glint in Saitou’s eyes when he see’s me and a blush spreads throughout both our faces. 

“Good afternoon, Yukimura,” he replied, as formal as ever.

“Oh-ho-ho. I actually didn’t expect her to wait for you,” Okita remarked, his eyes scanning me up and down. I shudder under his predator-like gaze. Saitou takes off his purple scarf and wraps it around me.

“It’s cold,” he says. “You should have waited where it would be warm.”

“Will you walk me home?” I ask, lowering my eyes to the snowy ground between us. Saitou shifted his stance and I could tell he was just as embarrassed as I was. A silence grew between us, broken only by Okita’s boisterous laugh. I looked up at him in shock as he clapped Saito on the back.

“You’re both going to freeze if you stay out here any longer. Fly away, little lovebirds.” With that, Okita turned and walked toward the train station, leaving Saitou and me in silence once more. As I struggle to come up with something to say, Saitou smiles at me and offers his hand.

“The color purple suits you,” he says, looking down at the scarf on my neck. My blush deepens as I take his hand and the two of us walk down the sidewalk. As we walk, I find myself mesmerized by the warmth of his hand. My heart starts to beat faster and I give his hand a tiny squeeze.

“How was practice today?” I ask, wanting to fill the silence between us. At this point, we’d been dating for a little over than three months, and I often worried that I was boring. Whatever silence that overcame our time together loomed over my head like a guillotine, waiting to fall down and sever the bond of our relationship forever.

“It was exciting. There was talk of going to National’s, and then I sparred with Okita.”

“Nationals!?” I exclaim, my smile broadening. Saitou blushed at my obvious enthusiasm and nodded.

“If we win at Nationals, the school would earn quite the prestige.”

Unable to control my glee, I let go of Saitou’s hand and wrapped my arms around his body, hugging him as close as I could. Saitou stood still for a while before returning the hug, shyly wrapping his arms around me. 

“W-we’re in public, you know...” he stammered.

“Oh, who cares about that now! Saitou, you might be going to nationals!”

My happiness seems to rub off on him as he smiles and nods, “Indeed I might, Yukimura.”

I finally let go of him and skip forward, obviously more excited for him than he is himself. With a chuckle, he follows after me.

“Why don’t you call me by my first name?” He asks suddenly. I stop, aware that we had finally reached the gate to my house. I turn around and twiddle my thumbs, unsure how to phrase my answer.

“W-we haven’t gotten there yet..” I mutter. Saitou tilts his head in confusion.

“What do you mean by ‘there’?” He asks.  My face reddens even more and, once again, silence fills the void between us. 

I mentally groan. “He’s going to think I’m so childish now!” I think to myself. As time passes and Saitou patiently awaits my answer, specks of white drift down from the sky above. Saitou looks up to the sky in surprise as more snow begins to fall. He holds out a hand and watches as a snowflake descends to his palm and melts immediately upon contact. He clenches his fist and I see a spark of resolve in his eyes.

“Chizuru,” he says, as he closes the gap between us. “I hope you forgive me if I’m overstepping your boundaries, but I swore to myself that I would kiss you in snowfall.”

I blink in surprise and am about to speak when all of sudden he leans forward and presses his lips against mine. I’m caught off guard by the sudden intimacy, but soon I manage to calm myself down and reciprocate his kiss. I note the softness of his lips against mine, the growing warmth between our two bodies. 

Slowly, he pulled away from me and our exasperated breaths mingled as our breaths steamed and billowed. His smile was soft and his face was as red as mine, but his gaze did not leave mine. We were silent, but for once I didn’t feel like it was a bad thing. It was then that I finally realized it: our love existed within that silence.

[yumesagashite]

Hi @icanwritethethings I am your secret santa! I apologize for my mediocre art skills haha and not being able to fully draw out your prompts. You seriously has some great prompts! T^T i went with Chizuru and heisuke's child braiding his hair haha. I honestly wanted to color it in but... no time and also I might mess it up if I do. I hope you like it ! Merry Christmas!

[hidarikiki-no-kenshi]

Hi @kurokiorya !! I’m your secret santa for this year! This was my first time writing Souji, so this was something interesting for me to try and I hope you enjoy my Souji. I choose to go for your third prompt and write something with that in mind! I hope what I have written is okay! ^^ And finally, Happy Christmas!!!

Souji x Chizuru Drabble

Souji got up out of his bed ignoring the uneasy feeling in his stomach once again. This damned illness was stopping him from what he wanted to do. It was a pain in the back side and it was eating away at him. He wanted to carry on doing the work he had always done for the Shinsengumi and for, most importantly, Kondou-san, the man he admired greatly and loved. Souji knew what this cursed illness was and a Doctor had confirmed it. However, he’d decided to keep fighting no matter what. He didn’t want anyone to know, not one of the Captain’s or soldiers in the Shinsengumi and not Hijikata-san because they might tell the person whom most of all he didn’t want to know about this damn illness and that person was Kondou-san. He wanted to carry on fighting for the man who meant the world to him. He wanted to carry out the tasks he had as the 1st divisions Captains for him and he also was prepared to become the Shinsengumi’s sword and to kill for him. If it was what Kondou-san wanted and would help the Shinsengumi who followed the Commander, he would do it. He would do anything for him. That’s what mattered most to him, not this illness, no one, would stop him from carrying out his duty for Kondou-san.

Souji dressed himself, even though the raging pain in his stomach was still going on, he wouldn’t let this weakness defeat him. As he bent over to pick up his sword, his hand was detoured into placing his hand over his mouth and him going into a huge coughing fit. Another annoyance which he had to deal with and something which was harder to hide. Once it had calmed down, he pulled his hand away to see drops of blood, his blood that he had coughed up, staining his hand. Quickly, he wiped it up so one would see, limply picked up his sword and carried his ill ridden body towards the door.

“Okita-san!” Chizuru called, whom he saw to be standing outside with a tray of something or other.

“What is it, Chizuru-chan?” Souji questioned, opening his door.

He glanced over the tray, which Chizuru had just placed down, to see a warm broth in a bowl. Clearly she had thought that he’d actually listen to Hijikata-san and stay in bed resting? It was annoying that he had noticed his cough and now he was under the impression he had a bad cold and needed to stay in bed. To him, he didn’t feel this should stop him from fighting. He didn’t want to be stuck in his miserable bed while all the fun was happening outside.

“Hijikata-san said that you must rest! Please go back to bed and get better. You’ll make it worse if you allow the illness to linger on for a long time.” Chizuru-chan pleadingly looked up to him.

How cruel for her to say that. This illness had already signed his death warrant. It was only a matter of time. He wanted to make the most of the time he had left and he wanted to hide his weakness that was his illness for as long as possible, but she was now telling him to waste his time in bed?

“I’m fit enough to fight, it would only be a waste if I laze around in bed now.” Souji icily replied. “I can work through a mere cold.”

“Everyone is worried about you! We all want you to get better.” She bit her lip, clearly she was wondering if she should continue or stay silent and wait for him to reply.

Souji just looked at her worried face, he knew they were worried but he didn’t care. Even if it was Chizuru who was trying to get him to not strain himself, he still wanted to ignore them all and continue his tasks like he normally does.

“Please Okita-san. You don’t want to tell them about that…” She paused, clearly she was aware she was treading dangerously now. Bringing up the direct issue that he had that fatal illness. “I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone, but please, get some rest!”

Souji, although surprised by what Chizuru-chan did next, he stood firm as Chizuru tried to push him back into his room. It seemed that Chizuru-chan was somehow determined to get him to rest.

“I have been ordered to look after you and make sure you rest!” She told him, suddenly raising her voice.

Souji looked at her for a few moments to let what had happened to stink in and then somehow in all of this laughter came over him. “Hahaha, are you trying to blackmail me?”

Chizuru stepped back away from him, her face going red as she realised what she had just been saying. She must have realised, it could have been a form of blackmail. It was amusing to think that she would try that on him of all people.

“Mmm~ Well, I suppose it won’t be so bad to be nursed by a pretty girl for a morning.” Souji teased. Clearly, at this point, Hijikata-san wasn’t going to let him do anything today, so he might as well enjoy Chizuru-chan’s company and let her look after him.

Souji placed his sword down and then made himself comfortable in his room. It seemed that his decision to give in, for this time anyway, had made Chizuru relieved and it showed plainly on her face.

“The foods getting cold. Go bring it inside while it’s still warm.”

“Yes!” Chizuru-chan nodded, and went out to fetch the tray of broth and tea.

End

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