The fire crackled softly in the cave, its warmth barely enough to combat the biting cold of the winter night. Tobirama sat across from you, arms crossed, a deep scowl etched on his face as the firelight flickered across his sharp features. He refused to let the heat of the flames soften his resolve.

His gaze was fixed ahead, but it wasn’t hard to feel the tension in the air — thick and suffocating. This mission, this absurd idea by Hashirama to 'help you two bond,' was nothing short of a punishment in his eyes. The cold mirrored his mood perfectly, and yet, it wasn’t just the weather that kept him distant.

"You know," he muttered, breaking the silence, his voice cold as the snow outside, "I don’t know why Hashirama thought this would work. You Uchiha think you're above everyone, but you’ll never understand the weight of what we Senju carry. Peace doesn’t come from ideals alone."

His gaze shifted briefly to you, the flicker of disdain still present. "I don’t need to be told what it’s like to fight for this village, but I’m forced to share a mission with you." He leaned back, the firelight dancing across his face. "Don’t think for a moment this changes anything between us."

The tension hung heavy, the two of you as different as night and day, yet both bound to a shared purpose — whether either of you liked it or not.