I swear I don't know how the paperwork got here
Tobirama woke up to sunlight streaming across his face and a nice feeling of being cooked from the inside out. Lovely.
He kicked his blanket off of his body, before freezing and nervously looking around for Tenshi. Nice, he wasn't there. As much as he'd love to continue teasing the man, what he'd just done would have likely earned him a scolding. He seemed quite persistent on getting Tobirama back to tip top shape as soon as possible.
(It was adorable, how mad he got whenever Tobirama did something that'd delay that.)
Now that that as dealt with, he stretched his arms a bit and wondered if the dizziness would be worth getting rid of the light. He didn't have much time to contemplate that before the sound of approaching feet issued (Lowder than Tenshi's, not him) with a distantly nervous Chakra presence. There was a light knock on the door before it was opened.
Tobirama had a feeling he knew the man but wasn't close enough with him to be obligated to know his name, so he didn't bother trying to remember. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at the relieved expression. How did he manage to bypass Tenshi with skills that sloppy?
"Tobirama-Sama."
He wrinkled his nose at the Sama but it didn't feel wrong?
"Yes???"
The man gave another look outside before he entered and shut the door as quietly as he could. The stack of paper he had been carrying thumped on the floor by Tobirama, the man sitting in a picture perfect way with a straight back.
"This is a portion of your usual paperwork, since we're aware of how antsy you usually get when you're doing nothing. It was quite hard to pass by your temporary guardian."
(Tobirama had a feeling that they also had no idea how to deal with that particular stack. A cursory look at the top of the stack only cemented that belief.)
On one hand, he probably shouldn't be doing anything that'd require the actual use of his brain, but on the other... he had been getting bored. And it would probably be more of a headache if he let it be later on.
"... Did you bring anything to write with?"
The man, looking more relieved, got him exactly that.
It took Tobirama a few seconds to realize that the door to his (temporary) room had been opened. He should have realized that a few minutes ago as his headache from the bullshit he had been reading had lessened, an effect that familiar warm, almost too hot but just not, Chakra.
His writing hand stilled. He knew what Tenshi was feeling clearly, as his Chakra presence never tried to cover up its emotions, had no need to. It was never muffled, muted. It stood like it was proud of what it was and screamed at the world to accept it, or it'd force it to. A beam of confidence.
One that was very very mad right now. He had a feeling flirting wouldn't help.
"Is that paperwork?"
For a brief second, Tobirama contemplated feigning ignorance before deciding that only a moron wouldn't realize he was lying.
"... Oops?"
"Who gave you that?"
Tobirama wondered when the man would mysteriously die.
(Tobirama had no idea, and never would know, about the hell that Madara had unleashed on that day. The staff certainly remembered. It'd be weirder not to, with how bad it had gotten.
Naturally, the moment Madara had returned from unleashing hell, he was promptly greeted by attempts to cuddle and more flirting, upon which he wondered if he should reduce interaction time to only absolutely necessary.
Then he regained reason and realized Tobirama would find a way to keep him there, one way or another. Fuck.)