The rain poured steadily outside the Hokage office, tapping gently against the paper windows of the Senju compound. Tobirama sat at his desk, paperwork half-finished, but his crimson eyes kept glancing your way. You were curled up on a nearby futon, a book in hand, the soft flicker of candlelight reflecting in your eyes "You're distracted," you said softly without looking up "Hmph," he grunted, setting down his brush "You're noisy when you turn pages."
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