Sick leave

"TOBIRAAAAAA! I BROUGHT FLOWERS!"

"Quiet down, will you!? Stupid Anija!"

Tobirama scowled as he rubbed at his abused ears. Couldn't he sleep in peace!? Even Tenshi knew to give him a few minutes preparation before he screeched into his ears. Tenshi was much cuter than his brother too, so he'd probably forgive him anyways.

After a small revenge, naturally.

Hashirama beamed at him, uncaring of his words. Maybe he should've scolded him more. He was being soft.

Before he could open his mouth to say anything more, a bouquet of flowers was shoved into his face. With no ribbon in sight, some of them fell on his futon and with the speed and aggressiveness it had been shoved at, some petals had graced his hair. And his mouth, in fact. He was not impressed.

"HASHIRAMA!"

Oh, that was Tenshi's voice. He heard the sound of the door slamming open and felt an angry Chakra. It was surprising enough his Anija had been considerate enough to shut the door.

"I didn't let you in through the front door so you thought it'd be fine to sneak in?!"

"But you never let anyone bring any gifts in!"

He doubted Tenshi was anymore impressed with his brother than Tobirama was. He grabbed the bouquet from his brothers hands and shoved it away from his face, spitting out the petals he'd nearly swallowed because of a certain someone.

"I'm sure he has a fair reason for that."

When he was done scowling at his brother, Tobirama went right to beaming at Tenshi, who, as if in anticipation, pointedly avoided looking at Tobirama as he glared at Hashirama. Awww. How cruel, Tenshi. And cute, to think he could avoid Tobirama.

He ignored Hashirama's whining about how the two of them never supported him, which was a lie, how would the village still be standing if they didn't?... Wait, they? What was Tenshi's position again?

.

When a few moments of thought provided nothing, he just dismissed it for later. He didn't have to worry about that for now.

He nearly snorted when he saw Tenshi look like he was praying for patience again. That was perhaps the fifth time he'd seen him do it so obviously since he'd gotten sick? He seemed to be muttering something too but Tobirama couldn't hear or read what he was saying. He did enjoy looking at his lips though.

("Fuck the elders, fuck the council, and fuck whoever decided it was a good idea to let us meet!")

He glanced down at the bouquet his brother had gotten for him, ignoring whatever one sided screeching match had started between Tenshi and his idiotic brother. It was pretty, no doubt, and the scents weren't too overpowering. He could see a few flowers he knew usually had a stronger scent but his brother had been unexpectedly thoughtful. He must've grown them himself.

Twirling it around, he inspected the colors. Pink, yellow, blue, purple, red, white... his brother really had gone all out. He wondered which would look better on Tenshi, red or white.

He blinked when a door flew in front of him. Guess that's a door gone. But then again, considering they were paper doors... that was two gone since it had ripped into another one. Maybe he shouldn't have ignored the fight so much. He turned around to find that Tenshi had cornered his brother and was looking like a particularly angry cat while Hashirama looked like a kicked puppy. He once again nearly snorted at the image.

He grunted at the effort it took to simply stand and the dizziness it brought with it. It was like all his days of overworking were coming back with a vengeance all at once. He expected them to come sooner because he knew his schedule more than anyone else, but anyways.

With the two of them pulling at each other's hair, Tobirama was able to successfully reach behind Tenshi without either of them paying attention to him. The moment Tenshi turned around in confusion, Tobirama had to hold back the urge to coo and tease him at his frown, instead putting the two flowers he'd brought with him into his hair.

Now it was his turn to frown.

"I can't decide. Both colors look good on you."

The room was enveloped in silence for a minute.

"Mara? You're red. Did you get sick too!?"

Tobirama smirked as Tenshi got even more embarrassed by Hashirama's words. His brother promptly let out a yelp as he was thrown out through one of the walls. Ah. Now three things needed repair.

Tenshi grabbed the flowers, looking ready to crush them and throw them away, so Tobirama quickly grabbed his hand. When Tenshi glared at him for that and raised his other arm to do the same Tobirama grabbed that hand too and pouted.

"Awww, don't pull them away, they look so pretty on you!"

Tenshi flushed more at that as his eyes widened, glare intensifying as his brain more definitely broke a bit.

"LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!"

Tobirama actually let out a laugh at that even as Tenshi struggled a bit at his hold, unwilling to make Tobirama fall and potentially crack his head, but also wanting to be let go. Tobirama ignored that and simply twirled around with him, making him stumble a bit in surprise.

"A dance for the pretty lady~"

"Whose a lady?!"

Tobirama adopted what could be described as a shit eating grin, about to tell Tenshi that it was him naturally, but he was stopped by Tenshi putting in more strength suddenly and taking the lead in the dance. Tenshi snarled at him, and he might have been wrong, but he thinks his eyes had flashed red for a split second.

"If anyone's going to be the lady here, it's going to be you."

Tobirama was about to shoot a response, but with one of Tenshi's arms now circled around his back and another holding his hand in an iron grip, he felt himself a bit lost for words and wanting to just let himself drown in the man's eyes and the reflection of himself he saw in them.

It took a minute for him to faint. Maybe he should've reminded Tenshi of his dwindled stamina.

(He knew he wouldn't if got a chance to repeat the moment, because he hadn't wanted it to stop.)