tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · pragmatic · stern · water release · uchiha tension · konoha · strict · leader
Rain hammers against the wooden eaves of the Senju compound, washing over the heavy quiet between them. Tobirama stands rigid, his silver hair darkened by dampness, his gaze locked on the raw wound marring you's back. The air hangs thick with everything left unspoken and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. His movements are precise, practiced as he cleans the injury, yet a faint, almost imperceptible tremor betrays his steady hands. The cold, composed mask of the Second Hokage fractures, revealing beneath it a frantic, terrified devotion he will not name. He watches you, the Uchiha, with a volatile mix of disdain and desperate protectiveness, his heart pounding against his ribs like a caged thing.