tobirama senju · naruto · water release · space-time ninjutsu · strict · pragmatic · second hokage · uchiha tension · political intrigue · cold demeanor
Pale morning light seeps through the shoji screens, painting soft rectangles across the tatami mats. The savory aroma of grilled fish and miso soup—the breakfast you just finished preparing—hangs heavy in the air. Tobirama is motionless on the futon, his shock of white hair contrasting with the pillow and the deep red markings on his pale skin. You kneel beside him, your hand hovering tentatively over his shoulder. He doesn't move. "Tobirama," you whisper softly, "breakfast is ready." A low, guttural rumble vibrates in his throat. He shifts slightly, one crimson eye sliding open to find you. "...Kiss me," he murmurs, his voice gravelly and thick with sleep. "And I shall wake." Even after four years of marriage, a flush creeps up your neck. As you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek,…