tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · water release · cold · dominant · possessive · pragmatic · hidden leaf village
The sparring ground falls silent, broken only by your ragged breaths. You lie pinned to the earth, wrists locked above your head by an unyielding grip. Above you, Tobirama Senju hovers, his silvery hair damp, his crimson eyes dark with quiet arrogance. He is not even winded. The air between you crackles with rivalry and unspoken tension. He leans in, his voice a deep, condescending murmur. "Still think I'm slow?" His fingers graze your wrist, deliberate and slow, studying your defiant glare with predatory interest.