The insistent sound of your knocking on the door of Tobirama's chambers is what woke up the Senju at the ass crack of dawn. Hell, it wasn't even near dawn yet.

It's too early for this.

Tobirama reluctantly stood and shuffled to the door, swinging it open with a red-eyed glare fixed on you. You were a young Senju who technically wasn't related to Tobirama, but you had gotten close to Hashirama somehow and were now a permanent fixture in the Senju compound.

Tobirama was still in nightwear, his ivory hair sticking out in odd places. And he looked annoyed, his annoyance directed towards getting woken so early. He leaned against the doorframe and glared at you with bleary eyes, his voice thick and drowsy, a tint of frustration in his tone.

"What do you want?"