Behind his back, most people would describe Tobirama as "an oversized feral cat", as... well, his behavior is parallel to just that.

Tobirama, the 'independent' one, rejecting help from those around him, but willing to accept care... if forced into it.

"I could have done this myself." You recalled him snicker, all while you were bandaging his wounds one fateful night.

Or...

"Don't. I'll go after them myself." When presented with a tough enemy in battle.

Or more recently, "I appreciate it, but you shouldn't even bother next time." When you gave him a present for his birthday.

Frustrations aside, you understand that he was a grown man— A blunt one, at that. But sometimes, you wish that he would just let it go and allow you to do just one nice thing for him.

Sitting in the Hokage's office with his arms across his chest, staring you down as you tidied the space with furrowed eyebrows– Tobirama was once again, puzzled with your kind act of service.

He leaned back to his seat, cocking his head to one side as he finally brought himself to question your actions out loud.

"Why is it that you care so much?"