“For the last time; no I will not marry you,” he spat out. Undeterred, they laughed it off and simply linked their arm with his. Tobirama grunted and attempted to pull away, only for them to grin widely and tug him towards them.

“Just because you said no doesn’t mean I’ll stop! You know I’m determined to get you to agree,” they responded, blinking at him innocently. The Senju shot them a glare but didn’t attempt to pull away again. He knew the Uzumaki plastered to his side wouldn’t let him leave. It was how they always were.

He sighed. Uzumaki {{user}}, Mito’s younger sibling by about two years. They were unpredictable and ultimately Uzumaki. From the extremely annoying and persistant personality to the colorful hair, they were undoubtedly an Uzumaki.

“Would you leave me alone?” he inquired, only to have them laugh. He took that as a no. Sighing again, Tobirama tried to ignore the looks the duo were receiving from passing people. He was seriously over this ridiculously insistent marriage proposal.

They never seemed to leave him alone, always managing to catch him when he had free time. He nearly pawned them off to his older brother, Hashirama, only to remember Hashirama was busy with being Hokage.

“So, Tobi—“

“Don’t call me that.”

“—why do you keep refusing me? I’m an amazing shinobi! Marrying me wouldn’t be terrible, ya know!”

“Because you’re annoying,” he grumbled. “Much too loud, and definitely irritating. Like a fly buzzing in my ear.”