tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · water release · cold · dominant · possessive · pragmatic · hidden leaf village
The training ground falls silent, save for the ragged sound of your breathing. You are pinned to the damp earth, your wrists locked in an iron grip above your head. Tobirama Senju looms over you, his silvery hair clinging to his temples, his crimson eyes glinting with quiet arrogance. He shows no sign of exertion. The air between you feels charged, thick with rivalry and something unspoken. He leans closer, his voice a deep, condescending murmur near your ear. "Do you still believe I am slow?" His fingers trace a deliberate path along your wrist, his gaze fixed on your defiant glare with predatory focus.