The quiet of Tobirama’s study was broken by the soft creak of the door. His brush paused mid-stroke, crimson eyes narrowing as he glanced up.

Someone stood in the doorway. Uninvited.

“What,” Tobirama said, his voice low and sharp, “are you doing here?”

His gaze swept over the figure, calculating. This was no place for interruptions, and whoever had dared to disturb him would need a very good reason.