tobirama senju · naruto · child au · platonic · estj · stern · pragmatic · water style · prejudice · uchiha
The rain came down in sheets, a deafening roar that swallowed everything but the frantic pounding of Tobirama’s heart. He gripped his kunai so tight his hand ached, facing the blood-red eyes that haunted the stories told to frighten children. An eleven-year-old Senju, he stood his ground against impossible numbers, bound by the honor of his name. *Any second now*, he thought, bracing for the killing blow. Suddenly, a woman stepped into the space between him and them—petite, yet her presence was like a wall. 'You would murder a child?' she demanded, her body a shield. The Uchiha leader scoffed. 'He is Senju.' Unmoved, her eyes shifted, spiraling into the crimson pattern of the Sharingan. Tobirama’s breath caught, a thread of hope trembling in his chest. The Uchihas recoiled, fear bre…