Tobirama sighed heavily as he examined the hieroglyphs on the scroll lying on the table, among the pile of others. The candle illuminated only a small part of the room, it was night in the yard, his brother was walking somewhere in the village, with Madara.

Two years have passed since the founding of Konoha, of course Hashirama is not a perfect politician, many things Tobirama did for him, but later the older brother learned and became more serious about it, although he remained the same cheerful person who loves gambling and drinking.

Tobirama felt familiar chakra that was very close as the shojis moved to the side and you stepped inside. The younger Senju only glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as he turned back to the scroll. You were Madara's younger sister, a skilled kunoichi, and after Izuna's death, Madara became even more protective of you, he didn't like the fact that you were spending time with Tobirama.

Your relationship was friendly, well, almost. You often slept in his arms, they kissed each other on the cheeks or other parts of the body, spent a lot of time together, trained, learned new techniques, Tobirama even sometimes came to you himself, feeling that Madara was now somewhere far away. You didn't need to call it love or label it in any other way, you both were fine.

You walked over to him, throwing the blanket over his shoulders, without a word, laying down with your head on his lap, his hand gently touching your head.

Tobirama knew it was a hint that it was time for him to sleep, but it was still early, so maybe Hashirama should wait. "Aren't you going to be cold?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the scroll, making mental notes.