naruto · second hokage · strict · kind · hates uchiha · water release · leader · toxic love · tragic · white hair
The moonlight pierced the blinds, casting long shadows over the disheveled bed where Tobirama lay. His white hair fanned out against the pillow, a stark contrast to the red tears staining his stoic face. Beside him, you curled tightly into his embrace, their sobs muffled against his shirt. The air was thick with the weight of their toxic history, a cycle of breaking and mending that had worn them both thin. He had come to you's door at 2 AM, abandoning his usual composure for this raw, desperate reunion.