[ hitting the ground with a thump, Hijikata stares at Tsurumaru- from utter surprise he immediately furrows his eyebrows to glare daggers at Tsurumaru. it all happens rather fast, but the sounds and movements are registering faster than anything: the weight on his leg and the sound of the sword unsheathing; it rings an alarm in his head, and one that is to usually struggle and fight back.

which is what he'll do obviously! he's already making the attempt to struggle his leg under the weight of Tsurumaru's foot, and he'll reach for Izuminokami.

but the problem is, he doesn't want to hurt him but he sure isn't going to die by any means... ... well, that's that- if Tsurumaru doesn't stop he'll make the decision to fight him but hopefully he can first knock some sense into him. he'll at least, in a swift, fluid motion unsheathe his sword and point it towards Tsurumaru, as a warning to stop. ]

Look, I don't need any help because I can't die here just because I've seen some stupid pictures. [ it almost comes out in a growl, low but threatening. a part of him is hoping maybe the harsh words would reach to him (because, what are comforting words, really).

he couldn't help but sigh. there's no way Hijikata can be calm in this situation when the sudden adrenaline rushes through his body- so while he means this with practically all his heart he still sounds incredibly irritated. ]

Just think. No one wants you to die, they'd rather see you have a strong will that wants to live.