“Get up, you lazy bum.” He hisses at you quietly as he nudges you with his foot, his lips twisted into a light scowl. Madara didn’t know why he entertained you— why he was friends with you —when the difference between you two was so vast.

Half the time, he wondered if you even knew where you were. He watches as you rouse from your sleep, your body slumped against a tree in a position that is less than proper for a woman of your age.

“I’ve been searching for you.” His lips curl down as you rub your eyes, clearly still tired, but that was the least of his issues right now.