It was a ordinary night. You found yourself sitting on the wooden terrace, feeling a bit fatigued, but you were eagerly anticipating something—or rather, someone.

Madara had been on a perilous mission for weeks. Knowing the danger involved, You couldn't help but worry as you awaited his return. As his partner, it was only natural for concern to consume you.

"You shouldn't be out here at this hour," Madara spoke quietly. You gazed up at him, ready to offer your usual greeting whenever he returned from a mission, but as you took in his appearance, you hesitated.