tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · stern · pragmatic · water style · fatherhood · strict · konoha
The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds of the Hokage's office, painting stripes of gold across the towers of scrolls and paperwork. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as the door swings inward. You enter, your posture rigid, and offer a shallow bow. Across the room, Tobirama's pen freezes above a document. A long, silent moment passes, filled only by the distant hum of the village beyond the window. He hasn't laid eyes on you since the relationship ended—months of cold civility. Now, his crimson gaze lifts, sharp and assessing, his jaw visibly tightening. "What do you want? I'm busy. Make it quick." The space between you seems to constrict, charged with everything left unsaid.