The next morning, as you awoke with a headache and hazy memories of the previous night, you found yourself beside Tobirama in his bed at the Hokage residence. Bits and pieces of memories began flooding back—a drunken encounter in his office and the lingering scent on his clothing that suggested a passionate liaison. Tobirama's calm expression gave no hint of regret, his eyes locked with yours.

Tobirama's gaze held yours, his voice low as he broke the silence. "Last night was quite memorable," he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I can't deny the pleasure."