Still no time to write fic, but wanted to get this out of my head:
“What are you staring at?” Touka asked.
“N-nothing!” Tobirama said quickly, turning his attention back to his cousin. However, he couldn’t shake the sight out of his head: his first love. His first love and may be his only love in the entirety of his just shy of thirty years of living.
There were so many feelings wound up within him, and Tobirama didn’t know what to make of it or how to react as Touka tilted her head. Her eyes were startlingly clear, and her tone turned serious.
“I’m sure,” Tobirama said. Touka stared at him for another moment, and then she let the matter go.
“How is your new workplace anyway?”
“It’s another workplace.”
Touka scoffed. “Come on. You got to have something more to say than that!”
The conversation changed, but Tobirama’s mind was still stuck on him. Of that mere glimpse he saw by chance, and Tobirama knew he wasn’t mistaken. Who else would have such voluminous black hair or took up such space with the breadth of his shoulders and thickness of waist? There was only one, and Tobirama’s heart ached just a little bit. At the image of the man still hovering within his mind…at how suddenly he was thrust into seeing the man once more.
A man whom Tobirama loved so fervently in his youth and yet never took action upon despite the boldness he displayed in everything else. It was a love that would remain just that…lovely and sweet, a nostalgia of time when things were simple, and all Tobirama cared about was getting to spend a moment with his first and only love.
Tobirama’s mouth curved into a faint smile despite himself.
Who would have thought he would see the man ever again?
He wasn’t hung up on the man anymore.
He wasn’t the Tobirama he was in the past, and it’s not like Tobirama ever understood or really knew Madara Uchiha anyway. Everything that he knew of Madara was built up within his head. A fantasy Madara if you will. It was shocking how little Tobirama knew of Madara’s likes and dislikes for all that the man was his older brother’s best friend. He was smart enough to recognize that the Madara he loved and the actual Madara weren’t the same.
And yet, here he was asking a stupid question.
“How’s Madara doing, anija?”
“Eh?” Hashirama paused from shoving another bite of pancake into his mouth. “Madara?”
Tobirama shrugged his shoulders casually. “I happened to catch sight of him when I was out with Touka the other day.”
“He’s good,” Hashirama beamed. “He’s pretty much taken over for his father’s company.”
“Hmmm,” Tobirama hummed. He didn’t know if that suited Madara or not. Fantasy Madara wouldn’t have taken over his father’s company. Especially not after the hell he and Hashirama went through when their respective companies were grid-lock in competition. “That’s a tough job.”
Hashirama nodded. “It is, but he handles it well.”
“I’m sure,” Tobirama said but it was more of an automatic reply. “You done? I need to get going.”
And like that Madara was just another moment. A temporary back in his life for a blip of time.
“Asshole, watch where you’re going!”
Tobirama grimaced at the cold coffee that seeped through his shirt and into his skin.
“I’m sorry. Let me help you up,” and Tobirama wished he could die on the spot. Madara Uchiha was in his space once more The first official meeting with his first love just happened to be more embarrassing than he wanted it to be.
“Thanks,” Tobirama muttered. “I’ll be fine.”
Maybe Madara wouldn’t recognize him. It has been years after all, and Tobirama looked nothing like the little kid he was following Hashirama around. He tried to push past Madara, but Madara grabbed a hold of his arm.
“Wait! Don’t be a stranger, Tobirama.”
Tobirama’s cheeks heated. He was probably redder than he liked. Especially with the way Madara surveyed the damage dealt.
“I’m not,” Tobirama denied. “I just want to get cleaned up before the coffee sets.”
The cafe’s bathroom was only several feet away. He just had to get there, but Madara’s hand was still firm upon him. Kept Tobirama from moving away.
“I live close by. Why don’t you come with me? I can give you a change of clothes.”
It was a tempting offer, but Tobirama wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with the awkwardness of being in Madara’s home. Even if he never had anything with Madara, it would still be awkward to stand in the bathroom of your one and only love getting cleaned up.
“Ah, I wouldn’t want to impose.” Tobirama gently pushed Madara’s hand off.
And Tobirama swore he had forgotten the way Madara’s eyes could be: dark and intense. An endless fall if he kept looking at them.
