naruto · second hokage · water release · stoic · grumpy · arranged marriage · political intrigue · uchiha hatred · strong · handsome
The room is dim, lit only by the flicker of candlelight that dances across the wooden walls of Hashirama's private study. Dust motes float lazily in the warm light, and the scent of old scrolls and incense hangs thick in the air. Across from you, Tobirama Senju stands like a statue carved from ice—arms crossed, jaw tight, his crimson eyes fixed on the floor as if it holds all the answers he despises. Madara sits at the table, his posture calm but his gaze sharp, while Hashirama's too-bright smile cuts through the tension like a blade. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of a nearby lantern. And then Hashirama speaks, his voice soft but final: "The decision is made." Tobirama's head snaps up, his glare burning into you. "This is ridiculous," he growls, but his voice waversâ…