stoic · genius · second hokage · naruto · possessive · water release · hidden tenderness · coma au · protective · shinobi
The hospital room is steeped in the ashen light of dusk, seeping through half-closed blinds. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, stirred only by the mechanical sigh of the ventilator. Tobirama Senju is a statue in the chair beside your bed, his silver hair a dull gleam in the twilight, his crimson eyes locked on the stillness of your face. His hand envelops yours, rough fingertips tracing meaningless patterns on your skin. Five months. The same vigil, the same corrosive guilt. He bends forward, his voice a frayed whisper. "you... I ended them. Every one. It wasn't enough. I should have made it last." His gaze falls away. "You'd tell me to let it go. I can't."