hello! could you write headcanons for takasugi who's in love with a female samurai who happens to be katsura's little sister ? (she also loves him)
hope your blog will be successful :)
Thank you so much! Sorry for being late, I’ve been a bit busy. This request was adorable but I’m afraid I might have shifted my focus on “protective brother” Katsura instead than Takasugi’s feelings. I also apologize, this isn’t my best work. Writing Takasugi is extremely difficult. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)
When you told your brother Katsura that you wanted to become a samurai he was outraged. Not really because you’re a woman but because he wanted to protect you. You’re one of the most important people in his life and his only family left so, obviously, he didn’t want you to get hurt.
He had to change his mind when he saw how stubbornly dedicated you were and at the end of the day he couldn’t help but admit that you were a better samurai than many others, both for your sword skills and moral code.
You met the other members of the Joui 4 when you were fighting the Amanto and Gintoki and Sakamoto mistook you for Katsura.
"Oi Zura, on your left!" warned Gintoki
“That’s not like you Zura, since when are you this distracted?” said Sakamoto with his obnoxious laugh.
You can imagine their surprise when Katsura popped out of nowhere to slash some Amanto that were going to attack them.
Sakamoto and Gintoki stared at the two of you like lost puppies.
Oi, Kintoki. Why are there two Zuras?
You obviously waited until the end of the fight to explain them that you were his sister and not some twisted clone. That’s when you met Takasugi. He heard all the ruckus and approached his group of misfit friends to understand what was going on.
He was very surprised to learn that you were Katsura’s sister. While you two looked similar, your personalities seemed very different: you were calmer and more serious than Katsura and weren’t nearly as chaotic as he could be.
You bonded over being the quiet ones in a group of loud people.
You were always together, even in battle. It was like you two were in your own world covering each other’s back like a twisted dance of blood and ashes.
That didn’t mean that you didn’t get along with the other Joui, you were actually everyone’s little sister.
If the first time you met Gintoki and Sakamoto they mistook you for Katsura, with time they started mistaking your brother for you which caused some pretty funny misunderstandings.
Y/N on your back!
I’m not Y/N, I’m Katsura!
One time, however, they went to tease you about your crush for Takasugi (they might look stupid, but they can be surprisingly sharp when they want to) only to find out they were speaking with Katsura.
Well, well Y/N-chan… where is your beloved Takasugi?
Yeah, when are you going to confess your undying eternal love for him?
Katsura had no idea you had those kind of feelings for his comrade so when he found out, he freaked out. Bad. How could he not understand it sooner?
For a long time, he started following you and Takasugi around to see if what his friends said was true.
It was.
He noticed the way you looked at Takasugi but, also, the way he looked at you. Katsura knew Takasugi was a cold man, ruthless even, yet he couldn’t deny that the man cared about you. He noticed that his brother in arms’ eyes weren’t as sharp and menacing when he was around you, that he was unusually gentle and caring.
He tortured himself for a while, unsure what to do, until one day he couldn’t do it anymore So, much to your displeasure and embarassment, he acted.
Takasugi! I will not tolerate this anymore. You cannot see my sister anymore unless you take her as a bride. You have no idea how painful it is to see you two pine for each other like this, I want grandkids!
Katsura… You’re my brother not my father, you can’t have grandkids from me.
Then I want to be an aunt or an uncle!
At that very moment you didn’t know whether you wanted to kill your brother or yourself, but when Takasugi replied you were quite happy he spoke up.
I think I’ll hold you to that, Katsura.
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