Sick leave

When Tobirama woke up, he felt like he was back in Suna. Meaning, in the middle of a fucking desert. He'd like to file a complaint to his own body about it refusing to choose one single setting and switching between two instead.

He didn't have much time to complete the rather lengthy complaint because he heard the door open.

Since he could actually see new due to some light being there (no longer stabbing his eyes, just poking them rather painfully but not enough that he'd have to close them), he noticed that the man had some rather long black hair and pale skin. He also seemed to be holding something. 

When he got closer, Tobirama couldn't help the involuntarily compliment (fact) that left his mouth.

"A fairy...."

(For some reason, a part of him wanted to strangle himself for that. Why? He was only stating the truth. Or rather, what he thought to be the truth.)

The man froze, face quickly exploding in a furious flush. His expression told him that he was caught very off guard and was very flustered. Pretty.

"I- no- I'm not- wha- I'm not a fairy."

Tobirama frowned, confused. If not a fairy, what could he possibly be? After a split second, his eyes lit up in realization, bright smile beaming up at what must be...

"... An angel!"

The man was further caught more off guard, looking much like a tomato. An adorable, very pretty, tomato.

"I'm not an angel!"

Tobirama frowned again. He had a feeling he wasn't often wrong, so to be wrong twice in a row? Inconceivable.

"Then what are you?"

The man seemed dumbfounded now. He raised his head to look up at the ceiling and Tobirama had a feeling he was praying for whatever reason. The man that Tobirama was fairly sure was either a fairy or an angel took a deep breath then faced him again, blush now gone. How unfortunate.

"... Human?"

Tobirama shook his head, looking at him as if he was stupid. He had another feeling that he often wore that expression.

"Don't be ridiculous! You're far too beautiful to be a human!"

The man that was most definitely not a human gained a blank expression, slowly crouching down and putting the tray of piping hot soup on the ground. Then, he very calmly got up and went out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The very moment the door closed, Tobirama heard incoherent screaming. He blinked. For some reason, the man felt embarrassed.

(His sensing was starting to work again! Although, his brain still didn't seem to be willing to cooperate in getting him out of his sick state mind. And telling him whoever that person was.)

It took approximately fourty five minutes for the angel to calm down, Tobirama's stomach growling three times within those minutes. Huh. When had he last eaten again, now that he thought about it?

.... Eh. He was going to eat now anyways, what's the point in thinking about that.

While he would love to continue calling the man an angel, that wasn't exactly his name... Or actually, he could.

"Tenshi."

"What?"

"That's what I'm calling you. Tenshi."

"That is- that's not my name-"

"Are you going to tell me your name?"

Tenshi shut his mouth. He must've figured out that Tobirama being sick made him kind of forgetful, because Tobirama's instincts were certainly telling him so. Wait- not his original thought track. Tenshi must have figured out that being sick scrambled up his recognition for when it came to people (even himself) because he didn't look surprised. 

He smirked cheekily up at the ravenette, eyes lighting up in slight mischief.

"Tenshi it is!"

Tenshi looked wistful, as if in a far away land. Tobirama didn't know if he should be wary, concerned or confused.

"You know, when you get better, I'm going to strangle you. Beat you into the fucking ground."

Tobirama gasped.

"Who taught you such a rude word, Tenshi!"

"Repeatedly."

Tobirama snickered. He had a feeling that he wasn't usually like this and felt very gleeful for some reason.

(It was nice to be on the giving end instead of the receiving one, for once. Although, attempting (and succeeding, at times) to beat the shit out of the mighty Uchiha head was fairly satisfying after being annoyed the shit out of by him.)

Tobirama's stomach growled again, snapping him back to the current situation on hand.

"Can I have my soup now?"

Tenshi blinked, confused, then glanced down and realized the bowl was still full.

"You haven't eaten it yet?"

Tobirama attempted to shrug while laying down, being fairly successful, surprisingly.

"I tried to sit up but felt like absolute shit and decided to wait till you finished with... That."

Tenshi raised an eyebrow, sensing an opportunity for a comeback.

"Oh my, who taught you such a rude word?"

Tobirama's answer was to stick his tongue out. Tenshi looked constipated. Tenshi took a deep breath, once again looking to the ceiling.

He was probably praying for patience, because strength would likely only make the situation worse.

"Alright. Okay. I can deal with this. You better not get sick again, Senju."

"I think I'd like getting sick if it meant you would be the one to take care of me."

Tenshi had a blank face again. Tobirama sensed an equal amount of frustration and embarrassment in him, so he decided to make a move before Tenshi got up and decided to do whatever he had done earlier again. He jutted out his lips in a pout, doing an excellent impression of a kicked puppy.

"Please don't go." He added faint whimpering for an extra effect, along with widened eyes. "I'm hungry...... And I'll miss you. A lot. I don't want you to leave again." 

(Combine that with... The 'gap moe' between the usual Tobirama, to say that Madara caved would be a high understatement.)

Tobirama happily enjoyed his lap pillow and meal, falling asleep again with calloused fingers threading through his hair.

He heard some mutters about killing a mushroom head, whatever that is.

(If he had meant Hashirama, then Tobirama would happily help considering it was probably him who asked Madara to take care of him.)