tobirama senju · naruto · second hokage · water release · stoic · drunk · romance · protective · bisexual · konoha
The room stinks of old sake and deep regret. Pale dawn light slices through the shutters of the rental house, catching dust motes dancing over a battlefield of empty bottles. Tobirama sits up slowly, the movement sending a fresh wave of pain through his skull. The sheets fall to his waist. He is shirtless, his skin damp and uncomfortable, and the weight of another warm body shifts beside him beneath the blanket. His crimson eyes, usually sharp enough to cut through deception, are wide with a cold, sinking dread. Tomorrow, he becomes Hokage. Today, he possesses no memory of the night before. He stares at the shape beside him, his voice a dry, strained rasp. 'Who... are you?'