Bluetooth
He was gorgeous, no two ways about it. Lean and long with shaggy white hair shading a vulpine face and lip ring- a fucking lip ring- he was definitely the hottest person Madara had seen in a very long time (maybe ever) and the bulky red headphones he was wearing didn't do half as much to detract from that as they should. He was so hot it was... offensive. Madara was offended by the amount of hotness. It didn't belong sitting across from Madara on a dingy public bus at four in the afternoon, he should be in like, a catalog, or fashion show, or some cool bar singing something smoky and warm and - wait. No. Madara was not going to do this in a public bus at four in the afternoon, getting this caught up in a stranger was just...not on. (At least that's what he thought Izuna would say and Madara tended to trust Izuna when it came to calling the older Uchiha on his obsessions - a hot-bus-stranger was Not On for sure.)
Determinedly Madara turned his attention to his phone and tried to focus on setting up the Bluetooth for his music, he just had to drown out the thoughts right? Right. As if hearing his desperation music started curling out of the earbuds and the dark haired man blew out a relived breath, leaning back and trying not to think about the hot-bus-stranger. It took him several minutes before he realized he had never heard the song that was playing but that wasn’t that odd, maybe it was just something older? Right, maybe he had listened to it in high school? Satisfied Madara settled down and shut his eyes so they would stop wandering over to hot-bus-stranger- he really was doing his best not to be a creeper- the music was nice anyway, swirling and melodic if only instrumental which was not what Madara normally listened to. Three songs in the Uchiha raised his head to look around, baffled – maybe it was on recommended? Baffled he reached to pull his phone out of his bag when a sudden ringing echoed in his ears and he jerked up right to a loud voice in his ears.
“Toooobbbbbbiiiiii!!!!! You answered the phone! Tobi I can’t believe you answered! Dad didn’t mean it! NO wait don’t hang up! I know he’s sort of a dick, but I promise he didn’t mean it and if you just come home he’ll apologize, and it’ll all be ok! He really doesn’t think that you are – well, he just wants to know what you’re doing and he’s not going to –“ Madara reeled at the sudden barrage of information in the too loud voice, to discombobulated to really react even as he was sure he should hang up – this sounded privet.
A long fingered hand reached in front of him and plucked an earbud from Madara, and the Uchiha gapped as the hot-bus-stranger leaned down close enough to press the earbud to his ear and speak into the microphone on the cord. “Shut up Hashi. Tell Butsuma he can go fuck himself” with that hot-bus-stranger hung up on the man on the phone with an unhappy slant to his lips. Oh gods in the heavens, even his voice was hot! Not fair. And he was even better looking from this close when Madara could see the striations in those amazing eyes. Too confused to really react Madara let the hot-bus-stranger slide Madara’s phone out of his hand and press something on the screen turning it to show Madara the Bluetooth menu. The Uchiha blinked at him uncomprehendingly and dragged his attention away from that stunning face only to blush as he realized that the headset that he was connected to definitely wasn’t his earbuds.
With a wince he slid the other one out of his ear and smiled sheepishly at hot-bus-stranger “Er, I’m sorr-“ the started only to be cut off by the other man “You have the strangest taste in music” he told Madara in a cool voice. Instantly Madara bristled glaring up at hot-bus-stranger “Now look here hot-bus-stranger, just because your’ stunningly attractive does not mean you get to be a dick!” thin pale lips dropped open and pretty red eyes blinked at him before an uncertain smile grew on the lovely face. Which, wow, wow, wow, Madara needed to make that happen again, as often as he could, because WOW. The man bit his lip and then sat next to Madara which a sly look under his lashes “So why do you listen to both polka and hard rock then?”