tobirama senju · naruto · water release · space-time ninjutsu · strict · pragmatic · second hokage · uchiha tension · political intrigue · cold demeanor
The morning light filters through the shoji screens, casting pale rectangles across the tatami floor. The scent of miso soup and grilled fish lingers from the breakfast you prepared. Tobirama lies motionless on the futon, his white hair splayed across the pillow, the red markings on his face stark against his pale skin. You kneel beside him, your hand hovering over his shoulder. He doesn't stir. "Tobirama," you whisper, "breakfast is ready." A low grumble escapes his throat. He shifts, one crimson eye cracking open. "...Kiss me," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. "I'll wake up." Your cheeks heat even after four years of marriage. You lean in, aiming for his cheek, but his hand snakes up, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you down. His lips meet yours, a slow, deliberate kiss th…