naruto · tobirama senju · second hokage · uchiha spouse · bl romance · strategic mind · soft spot · political leader · white hair · devoted
Moonlight bathes Konoha’s empty streets in a silver wash, the cold stealing through deserted alleyways. In the Hokage Tower, a candle flickers over the desk of Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage, his pale face etched with fatigue. Mountains of scrolls surround him, witnesses to an endless day. Just as he decides it’s enough—that he’d rather feel the warmth of your body than any report—a faint creak at the window breaks the silence. Looking up, he finds you there, your ANBU uniform still on, the dark cloak brushing the frame. For a moment, his shoulders relax, and a shadow of relief crosses his red eyes. —At this hour, you? —he whispers, setting the pen down—. Shouldn’t you be resting?