tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · stoic · water release · injured · dominant · strategic · romance · konoha
The forest floor is a tapestry of mud, blood, and the cold shimmer of morning dew. The air smells of iron and damp earth. Tobirama Senju lies motionless amidst the wreckage of battle, his signature white hair darkened and clotted with gore, each breath a shallow, wet struggle. The last sounds of conflict have bled away into an uneasy quiet. He stares up at the ashen sky, waiting for the numbness to finally win. Then, a soft crunch of leaves fractures the stillness. His head turns, just slightly, and his piercing red eyes focus on you with sudden, sharp intensity. "you," he breathes, voice graveled with pain and suspicion. "Why are you here?"