Hijikata roared, "Hey, that's enough! What kind of author writes this carelessly? Weren't you crazy about me and Katsura?! Why are you so slapdash when you actually write about us?! You just want to see us [beep]ing, don't you?! As long as you can imagine a [beep] scene, anyone will do, right?! Why did such a shameless author have to pick me?! Why has the Demon Vice-Chief been reduced to comic relief?! Where's that glasses-wearing guy?! He's the one who's supposed to do all the snarking! Get him over here! Write about him! Write a romance between half-rim and full-rim glasses! I beg you, just leave me alone!"
[Hey, hey, Hijikata-san, are you sure you want to make snarky remarks in front of everyone? Your image as the Demon Vice-Chief is completely shattered! When little kids throw tantrums, they'll sneer at the mention of your name: "That guy with glaucoma who keeps making snarky comments? What's so scary about him?" See? That's what they'll say. Don't let the fact that this fic isn't very influential fool you. Honestly, I doubt anyone will even read it, but don't underestimate this place. Before you know it, your Katsura might be summoned to the teachers' lounge, where a natural-curled, vacant-eyed teacher will pin him down on a desk and stroke the inside of his thigh. Be careful, Hijikata-san. All right, hurry up and put on your uniform. Use your looks and your snark to entertain the customers, you bastard.]
Hijikata's veins bulged. "You! Damn it! If it weren't for [beep], I'd make you commit seppuku a hundred times, you bastard!"
Hijikata straightened his uniform, stamped out his cigarette, and said coolly, "Well, that's pretty much the story of how Katsura and I got together."
Updated 2017.8.7
I'm revising this again after many years and adding a few details. No major changes.
Premise:
The official wife Yin Gui... Was so pleased