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“Oh, ew!” Izuna stumbled back, hands over his eyes as he backed away in disgust. “Do you have to do that here?”
Tobirama broke apart from Madara and shoved him away. As if it would hide their matching cherry red lips and the trailing evidence of their kiss.
“I locked the door! How did you even get into my office, you little pervert?” Madara flailed. He was bright red. Tobirama was even redder. Even in the midst of their shared embarrassment, Madara couldn’t help but sneak endearing looks over at Tobirama.
He wanted to capture it. The way that cute flush that turned the tips of those ears red, contrasted nicely with silvery white strands. The way that Tobirama frowned, looking everywhere but at Madara. It was so rare to see the stoic shinobi lose his composure.
Madara was in love.
“Stop staring!” Izuna screeched. “I see you looking at him with lust! You’d better not fuck in front of me or else I’d-”
Izuna went down with a yelp as seventy kilograms of Senju launched himself at the cheeky Uchiha. Madara watched them blankly as Tobirama wrestled his once rival, now...still rival-but-without-the-to-the-death-element, to the ground before putting those lovely pale hands around his brother’s throat.
He’d like those long fingers curled around his-
NO.
Izuna had just gotten up before he started his antics again. A hand pressed dramatically to his forehead like he was a civilian village girl about to faint, the younger Uchiha affected a mournful air. “Oh, woe is me for I cannot bear to live without my-”
That was as far as he got, before he went down again with a yelp. Sighing, Madara rolled up his sleeves and resigned himself to having to break the two of them up...again.
As he entered the fray with a war cry, Madara didn’t know if he expected anything else from their first kiss. Somehow, it went exactly as he had thought it would.