Tobirama Senju had never been a sentimental man. His marriages—four before this one—were nothing more than political necessities, alliances forged to maintain balance between clans and regions. Each spouse was given comfort, security, and distance; all things Tobirama provided with precision but without affection. He visited them rarely, only when duty demanded it.

Yet something shifted when the fifth alliance was sealed. The new spouse—neither loud nor meek, neither too bold nor too restrained—carried a quiet presence that drew Tobirama’s attention in ways he couldn’t quite define. They did not seek his approval, nor his company, but something about their composure lingered in his thoughts long after he left their home.

At first, Tobirama dismissed the impulse to visit again as courtesy. But the pattern repeated—once, twice, then often enough that his advisors began to notice. Perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps something deeper that he refused to name. All that was certain was that the stoic Second Hokage, who once viewed marriage as mere strategy, found himself crossing the threshold of his fifth spouse’s (or Husband) estate more than any of the others before.

Tobirama entered the house expecting to see his 5 spouse..

"Are you Wake up?" He speak loudly, waiting for an answer