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domoz · 4 months

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For 7/7 for the follower milestone celebration: Hika/Tobi, Wherein Hikaku realizes some things about his relationship status.

Considering that he's still recovering from an illness, Hikaku should have been in bed for hours already. Instead he stayed up and made tea for his guest, some part of him unwilling to send him home and put an end to the strange warmth of the past few days.

It's been nice having someone stay over to take care of him like this, and Hikaku is certain that Tobirama wouldn't do that for just any of his student's guardians. Or coworkers. Or occasional mission partners. The fact that Hikaku falls under all three categories may have influenced Tobirama's decision, but privately, he hopes that his motivation was more personal.

The two of them drink their tea in companionable silence, Kagami sleeps deeply a room away, exhausted from Tobirama's efforts to keep him occupied. The domesticity of it all makes Hikaku's heart twist with something like hope. He wants more, wants to ask if he can have it, and yet at the same time finds himself wary of asking for too much. Tobirama just spent days cooking for him and making sure his fever was under control and looking after his ward. He's probably eager to return to his own home and a night of solitude.

So when the pot of tea is emptied and Hikaku moves to wash it, he keeps an eye on Tobirama as he turns down the hall. He stops to look in Kagami's room, his face softening as he takes in the sight of his student, no doubt sprawled across a futon, but when he turns to go down the hall to Hikaku's room, rather than leaving, Hikaku clears his throat. His voice is still slightly hoarse from illness, and Hikaku swallows down a cough so that his next words will be believed, "I truly appreciate your help over the last few days, but I'm well enough now that I'm sure you could go home. if you'd like."

Tobirama turns to him with a slight frown, and it's pure selfishness that has Hikaku hoping that he will protest, even if he knows that he'll end up insisting that Tobirama go home.

"I don’t think I understand." He says, quiet enough to not risk waking Kagami, "Would you rather move into my house? It's smaller, but I suppose it's no hardship to get Anijia to add some extra rooms…"

He trails off, eyebrows furrowing as he considers the logistics, and Hikaku can only stare. This happens sometimes, where Tobirama gets ahead of himself and leaves everyone else behind. Hikaku has been getting better and pulling him back and making him explain himself, these days but he's not quite sure where to start with this one.

"No, I mean…" He hesitates, not wanting to seem overly rude, "I'm feeling better. So you don't need to stay if you don't want to."

Tobirama leaves the dim hallway to join Hikaku again in the kitchen. He's frowning -- some would say that Tobirama is an angry or even expressionless man, but Hikaku has come to find that there is a wealth of emotion in his frowns. This one seems thoughtful.

"I'm not sure why I would, unless you see a need. Don't married couples typically cohabitate?"

Hikaku's mind runs blank for a long moment -- much as he would like to blame the lingering sickness on the way he can't pull a thought together, he knows that's not why. He carefully sets down the cup he'd been washing.

"Pardon?" He manages after a moment, and it's a minor miracle that his voice doesn't crack. "When did we become a married couple?"

Hikaku wasn't sick enough that he wouldn't remember something like that, and he would have remembered otherwise, but Tobirama's frown deepens to look something like concerned.

" Four days ago." He says. "Or three months, depending on which clan's traditions you're honoring."

"Oh?" Is about as much as Hikaku can manage to vocalize in response, leaning heavily on the countertop. If Tobirama is joking, he can't tell, and he doesn't know if he wants him to be or not. Tobirama crosses the kitchen and leans in close as if to examine him. He meets Hikaku's eyes.

"You didn't know." When Hikaku shakes his head dumbly, Tobirama takes him by the elbow to pull him away from the kitchen and into the tatami room. Tobirama has touched him like this before. More commonly, recently, but on top of everything else it has Hikaku's entire body warming enough to make him dizzy. Tobirama glances at him from the corner of his eye.

"You should sit down." He says. And Hikaku does, as soon as he's near enough to a cushion to do so. He scrubs at his face for good measure, too. Tobirama joins him a moment later, same as he had when they still had tea to drink, but now he sits with his chin in one hand, finger tapping at his cheek in thought.

"I think this must be some sort of cultural difference." Frustratingly unruffled by it all -- though that's just Tobirama, really -- "Technically you proposed to me. Twice over."

"Did I?" Hikaku finally finds some words, however faint they may be, "Would you mind… Explaining?"

Tobirama nods, but he doesn't respond right away, finger still tapping away.

"I think I might understand where the misunderstanding started." He says after a long moment. "When Kagami asked me to teach him and you allowed it."

He's gotten ahead of himself again, Hikaku thinks, forcefully numb so as not to become hysterical. Kagami had come begging to let the Senju teach him years ago, back when the village's survival wasn't a sure thing and Tobirama was looked at with wariness by even the most peace loving of the Uchiha. Hikaku had thought long and hard about it, how it might make peace more likely to work, how Tobirama -- stranger that he was at the time -- would have better opportunities to re-start the war than to hurt a child. Mostly, he had been convinced by the brightness in Kagami's eyes that he hadn't seen there since the boy's mother had died and Hikaku had been the only one left to take him in. Saying that was where it all started was correct in many ways, but Hikaku still has no idea how that relates to them being married.

The look on his face must clue Tobirama into his incomprehension, because he tilts his head and continues.

"…It's considered traditional in the Senju for a teacher's first student to join their family in one war or another, be that marriage or adoption. But I don't have a child of my own near Kagami's age, and he already has a guardian." At Hikaku's continued silence, he prompts, "…Which left you and I coming to an agreement."

"We don't do anything like that in the Uchiha." Hikaku replies carefully. And then, louder, unable to help himself, "You're saying I proposed to you that long ago?" And you never said anything?

"Not exactly. Technically, I should have started courting you at that point, but the political climate was…" Tobirama hums, still so infuriatingly calm about it all -- but why wouldn't he be, he's apparently known this whole time, "…Not exactly ideal. And I thought that a relationship built on mutual trust would be a stronger one."

"I suppose I can agree with that. But… If that wasn't the proposal, what was?"

"The end of last fall." Tobirama says immediately, "We took some time after work to visit a tea house and ended up coming back here."

Hikaku nods. He remembers. Specifically, he remembers feeling like had fallen too deep in his feelings and staying up the rest of the night after Tobirama had left, wallowing in what to do about them.

"I left my fur collar behind. You returned it in the morning."

Tobirama stops speaking, as if that's all there is to say. Hikaku blinks. His head feels so stuffed he half-wonders if maybe his sickness has actually worsened and this is some kind of hallucination.

"And… that was the proposal?" He finally gives in and asks.

Tobirama nods, but his frown returns, disapproving at Hikaku's tone.

"Of a sort. Traditionally you would have stolen it from me, and I would have won it back from you by hunting something for you. If you accepted it, we would be married by Hatake custom."

"…The deer." Hikaku says, dumbstruck. Tobirama nods, looking a hair smug.

That had been one of the stranger things that had happened to him in recent memory, and in hindsight he really should have looked more into it. Tobirama had been gone on a mission and when he had come back the first place he had gone had not been the hokage tower or his own him, but to Hikaku's and with a freshly hunted buck over his shoulders. And because it was Tobirama, he had assumed that it was purely practical. That he'd stumbled upon it, didn't want to waste it, couldn't bring it to his brother because Hashirama didn't eat meat. And he'd hoped -- had been right, apparently -- that maybe it was a part of Tobirama's odd way of showing affection, had accepted it, even though he'd never processed and animal that large before, then forgotten to question it when Tobirama spent the afternoon walking him and Kagami through it.

In retrospect, Tobirama had become markedly more physically affectionate after that. Hikaku had just thought they had bonded.

"But… You didn't move in then." Hikaku tries, in an attempt to make some sense of things.

Tobirama's eyes dart away at that. If he were anyone else he would look chastised.

"I was aware that there was a chance you weren't familiar with the custom, or didn't understand it fully. And-- Well, I'm not a Hatake, I'm a Senju." He pauses, biting at his bottom lip in an uncommon show of hesitance. "In their eyes, even for a private relationship, I needed to declare that I would take care of you to our clan head, and not be challenged."

Which happened about four days ago, by Hikaku's estimation. He'd heard it, had been flattered and half-convinced he was dreaming at the time, and the way Tobirama had come home with him, and made him food and kept his fever down and watched over Kagami, and he'd wished more than once, that things could stay that way.

"Hold on." He says, and activates his sharingan for a brief moment, just to be sure. But it's no genjutsu. The pull of chakra makes his head begin to ache, again and Tobirama's eyebrows shoot up, though he doesn't startle or tense like he used to.

"…I don't think Madara-sama realized what you were doing." Is all he can think of to say, for some reason.

"Hmm… I suppose if you didn't there's a good chance he didn't either." Tobirama tilts his chin up as he thinks. "Is that a problem? I can tell him tomorrow."

Is that a problem. Hikaku can't imagine he'll take the news of a surprise marriage well, and he'll take it worse if he hears it coming from Tobirama.

"Uh--" Hikaku tries to interrupt only to start coughing. It's not as bad as it has been for the past few days, but it's enough to have Tobirama leaning forward to rub between his shoulders -- which in turn makes Hikaku's face heat, and Tobirama frown and reach forward to take his temperature, like he thinks his fever has returned. Hikaku leans back before he can decide he needs another dose of medicine.

He takes a wheezing breath. "I should probably be the one to tell him." And then, when he realizes that he's going to have to explain this -- which means some part of him has already just accepted this. Tobirama has been quietly planning on marrying him for years, apparently, and has managed to do so without Hikaku even noticing. That is --

"You know, you really are an excellent shinobi." He takes a measured breath and shakes his head at Tobirama's questioning look, the squirming in his chest that feels like it could have become tears or uncontrolled laughter at any moment fades, just a little. "Well, alright. What about Uchiha marriage customs?"

"Did I miss one?" Tobirama eyebrows furrow, "I know my gifts weren't all traditional, but I felt like they were more likely to be used if they were useful."

"…Your gifts -- ah." If he thinks back on all the little things Tobirama has given him since he started teaching Kagami, he probably has managed to meet all the criteria for a proper courting. He was always the one to replace Hikaku's tea in the office when it ran out, would hand him a new bundle of exploding tags on missions -- which were probably handmade, knowing him, and he uses the stationary set and inkstone Tobirama had given him nearly every day. He just -- hadn't been thinking of them as that sort of gift.

Hikaku blushes so hard that it makes his jaw ache, but he forces himself to carry on, "Your gifts were fine, but my clan doesn't really acknowledge a marriage without a ceremony of some sort. At the temple, preferably."

"Ah." Tobirama closes his eyes, resembling, for a moment, a cat that's just smelled something it didn't like, but drops the look a moment later, "If it's important, then we ought to."

Something warm blooms in Hikaku's chest, peeking through the shock. He'd been spending so much time hoping, but maybe it really can be this easy.

"I'll let you know." His voice nearly gives out at the end, weak still weak from the illness. "But I think I need to lie down, for now."

He's not exaggerating, the conversation has left him feeling exhausted, and it must show because he hardly even tries to stand before Tobirama is there, helping him up. Even once he's on his feet, he keeps his hands here on Hikaku's wrist, and there, near his elbow.

And that's not even new; coming from Tobirama... Hikaku feels silly for not realizing there was something going on.

They stand like that for a moment, face to face, before Hikaku looks down to see the way Tobirama's touch lingers.

Is there even a reason for him to be shy with what he wants any longer? Honestly.

"You know. If we're married there's no reason for you to sleep in the guest room."

"You're probably not contagious anymore." Tobirama agrees, "I'd be interested, if you'd have me."

"Yeah." Hikaku reaches out and takes Tobirama's hand back, "I'd have you. Let's go to bed."

#oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #hikatobi #and then hikaku got a solid 8 hours and woke up well rested :)#….great fic to start the new years on right? Right #Imagine if YOUR your crush was being really nice to you and noticing you #And you were like haha what if I confessed someday #And then they turned to you and were like. btw weve been married for months

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domoz · 11 months

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Hika/Tobi Marriage Hunt + Blessed Eyes AU...Thing

Hikaku waits in perfect stillness, aside from the slow spin of his sharingan.

There is little chance of securing himself a spouse this hunt, he knows. Not when the prey is Senju Tobirama.

Madara is out there, stronger than him, and Izuna, faster and more familiar with the prey. There are clan members who are better at tracking and sensing who all stand a better chance than him, but if he had not even tried, then Hikaku would have had no chance at all.

In truth, he thinks the most likely outcome is Tobirama remaining unbound and unwed by the time the sun rises. The treaty had only called for a hunt, not a marriage, and the blessed one is clever and wily. They had known that, when they'd asked for this, but the Uchiha had wanted a chance, however slim, to bring those blessed eyes into their clan.

Hikaku had wanted a chance, too -- it felt blasphemous to not at least try. And so, he waits. Unmoving, chakra crushed down to blend in with the trees, as his clansmen scatter and search in the forest around him.

He has no chance of chasing down Tobirama, he's known that from the start, so instead of trying he's found a spot, set up traps, and sits, waiting. Tobirama probably wont fall for them, either, but he might, and that's at least worth waiting in the forest until sunrise.

One of the wires he's attached to a distant branch vibrates, then another, and another. One might have been an animal, but so many so fast means a person. Person doesn't mean Tobirama, but Hikaku tenses in preparation, regardless. Whoever they are, they're moving towards him at breakneck speed. Fleeing, Hikaku hopes, as he curls one hand around the wire in the clearing, and another in a sign, ready to spring one of the traps at his feet.

A figure springs into view, a streak of ghostly white, and Hikaku does not hesitate, pulling the wires tight around a figure that, even though he is clearly surprised, is able to dodge the attack. But not perfectly; when he hits the ground, its with a stumble, and its pure instinct that has Hikaku forming the hand signs to pull the pre-loosened dirt under him down and in.

Before Hikaku can even blink, he has Tobirama buried up to his shoulders. The blessed one is red faced and panting with exertion. He looks around wildly, meeting Hikaku's gaze for a moment that seems to stretch forever before he tears his red eyes away, struggling fruitlessly against the dirt and stone holding him still.

Hikaku hesitates. He wishes they had time to talk, wishes he had time to ask, because the last thing he wants is for Tobirama to resent him for this. But the way he'd been moving and the sounds of pursuit in the woods behind can only mean whoever had him fleeing is close. If Hikaku wants to claim Tobirama for himself, he has to do it now.

"I'm sorry." He breathes, like it will help anything. He loosens the dirt on one side, enough for Tobirama to free one arm, which he does immediately. Hikaku is waiting for it, and he catches the limb, interlocks their fingers, and wraps the red silk cord that every Uchiha who's come out to the hunt tonight has brought with them around both of their wrists, heart thundering all the while.

Tobirama stops struggling after the first knot is tied, but he waits until they're fully bound together to say, "It seems you've caught me, Uchiha-san."

His voice is even, there's no fear or anger in it, and now that it's really over he allows himself to meet Hikaku's eyes. Tobirama looks like he's calculating. Considering.

Hikaku smiles at him, self depreciating. He's just some faceless Uchiha to Tobirama, he knows. No one important. He hopes that doesn't make the fact that he's the one who caught him sting even worse.

"You can call me Hikaku." He says, loosening the rest of the dirt and helping Tobirama climb free. Tobirama accepts it -- has to, since their hands are bound.

They're both still on their knees, facing each other when Madara arrives in the clearing with the thunderous crack-snap of stones shattering under his feet when he lands. Izuna is behind him only a moment later -- if they had gotten frustrated with Tobirama slipping away and decided to work together, then it's no wonder he had been so harried when he'd arrived.

"Madara-sama." He greets, "Izuna-sama. I don't suppose you'd mind giving us a bit of privacy?"

Both of them stare for a long moment, eyes comically wide before sharing a look with each other. Izuna makes a helpless wheezing sound, and Madara has to be the one to grab his arm and say, voice high, "Yes. Let's go."

Tobirama almost looks bemused as they flee, though it's fleeting, replaced with that cool consideration as he turns to regard Hikaku. He's the one who caught Tobirama, but he has to suppress a shiver at that red eyed gaze.

Tobirama is beautiful, so no matter how this goes he'll have that, at least but…

"I would have liked to have asked if you if you were okay with this." He admits, "But now that they've seen, I'm afraid there's no going back."

Tobirama tilts his chin up imperiously.

"Do not pity me. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this."

In return, Hikaku thins his lips.

"Agreeing to a hunt and getting caught are two very different things." He argues, then sighs. "But I suppose that hardly matters, now. Is -- ah." He truly is unprepared for this, because his fantasies involving Tobirama have been more domestic than anything else. "…Is there a way you'd prefer to do this?"

Tobirama must be unimpressed with the blush coloring his cheeks, Hikaku thinks. At least until he notices this pink starting to dust Tobirama's own.

"…I knew what I was getting into." Tobirama repeats, but this time his voice is quieter, eyes fixed down, on their intertwined fingers, "The treaty may not have demanded a marriage, but peace will be much more stable if one exists."

Oh. Hikaku breaths. Oh, he had been planning on getting caught. If things had gone differently, Tobirama may well have treated the forest of hunters like a buffet of suitors to pick and chose at his will, but instead...

"What I mean to say is --" Tobirama shuffles forward until their knees are touching and he can feel the warmth of Tobirama's breath on his lips, "-- I came prepared. And you did catch me fair and square, Hikaku-san."

#im gonna be real this kinda made me want to write a version of this #Where tobirama goes through ^ with multiple uchihas. because they are all shadow clones #in order to decide who is the best option ofc :)#..............might right smut for this. or that idea. we'll see! but it would be ao3 only not tumblr lmao #oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #tobirama senju #hikaku uchiha #hikatobi

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domoz · 7 months

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hikatobi while im here

#doodletag #hikatobi #they r always on my mind <3

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domoz · 9 months

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making a pot of soup for me and my closest friends (the other ppl on this earth who ship hikatobi)

#i can invent aus youve never concieved of ect etc etc #doodleag #hikatobi #naruto blog for naruto things

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domoz · 9 months

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Peak Cuddling Efficiency

#doodletag #naruto blog for nauruto things #hikatobi #i just think they r neat

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domoz · 10 months

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misc hikatobi stuff 👍❗️

#doodletag #hikaku uchiha #tobirama senju #the first two are rando thoughts on soulmate aus #the last is from a fic i actually have outlined :)#hikatobi #naruto blog for naruto things

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domoz · 10 months

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I had an idea for a little Hika/Tobi soulmate (healing when they touch trope specifically) thing, and I thought, “I can probably do that in 1-2k words tops.” But I ended up going double that which seemed too long for the oneshots I usually post here. So... Link to ao3 instead.

#hikatobi #oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #tobirama senju #hikaku uchiha #why I cant I work on the things I plan too I meant 2 draw more tengu au today!!!!#…fun fact the is the second thing ive ever written from tobirama's pov.#girlies be like 'that one is my fave. time to examine him from every angle but inside his own head'

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domoz · 11 months

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A little Tobi/Hika sickfic for you

Hikaku rubs at his stinging eyes and re-reads a line for the third time.

It's not even lunch yet. He's usually not so tired this early in the day, but he's had a pounding headache since he woke up this morning and the noise of construction just outside his office really hasn't helped with his focus. He already shut the window to block out some of the unusual chill that's lasted past the early morning, but the sound of hammering and shouting still filters up and frays at his nerves.

Having a place to eat so close to the administrative tower will be nice, really! He just wishes they could make it happen more quietly. Just for today, at least.

Hikaku groans and smothers his face into his hand, resenting how nice the pressure and darkness feels. It would help if anyone in the Nara could be bothered to make their handwriting neat enough to read.

A presence announces itself at the door with a light rap, and Hikaku is faintly alarmed to note that he's so fatigued that it feels like a monumental struggle to lift his head and greet them.

It's Tobirama, arms crossed and frowning faintly.

"I came to see if you had finished looking over contract proposals the Nara sent, but…"

Hikaku winces. He's made it a bit of a point of pride to be on time with his paperwork, and that's something Tobirama seems to appreciate, but now here he is with something truly time sensitive and he can't focus enough to get it done.

"Apologies." He says, "I'll get it to you as soon as I'm finished."

Tobirama nods, but he does not otherwise move, and after a long moment of staring at each other, Hikaku ducks his head and tries to focus back on the work in front of him.

"Hikaku." Tobirama's voice is suddenly much closer, because -- he looks up with a start, he knows Tobirama is fast but honestly, his reaction was slow -- the man himself is closer, leaning over Hikaku's desk and into his space with an unreadable look on his face.

Hikaku can only blink. His mind feels like it's swimming through syrup, and it runs completely blank as Tobirama raises a hand and rests the back of his cool fingers on Hikaku's brow.

"You're sick." He announces, and, well, when it's pointed out so plainly, the evidence does lead in that direction. But then Tobirama goes on to say, "You should go home, you'll do better work when you're well rested."

Those are bold words coming from one of the most chronically overworked people Hikaku knows. And the response that bubbles out of him is, "You stayed in the office when you were sick last month, isn't that a bit hypocritical?"

He doesn't actually mean to say that last part out loud, but with Tobirama so close to him and looking at him so intently, the chill he'd been feeling has been flushed out by a warmth that's only serving to muddle his thoughts further.

"I didn't have anyone encouraging me to do otherwise." Tobirama replies with an unrepentant shrug. Which… Is true enough. Hikaku had noticed, had made sure Tobirama always had some tea ready if he needed it, but he'd not actually pointed out that the man should rest.

"…Hikaku." Tobirama says again, pulling his wandering attention back. The frown has returned with greater intensity, "Who takes care of you in times like this?"

It's already clear that Tobirama isn't willing to be swayed. He's already hard enough to persuade at the best of times, and Hikaku hardly feels capable of a conversation right now, much less an argument.

…But he's not in such a bad state that he needs someone to take care of him. His mind goes to Madara first, but he's far too busy to worry over something like this, and then Izuna, who would also be busy, if he wasn't out on a mission, anyways. The Uchiha are a tight knit clan, and there are plenty of other names he could say, but… There's work, and missions, and new children, and it's really not worth getting in anyone's way over a simple cold…

"…I see." Says Tobirama, taking his extended silence as an answer. One he looks unhappy with, for whatever reason.

Without warning, he stands up and begins gathering all the papers left on Hikaku's desk into a neat pile.

"Ah…?" Is about as far as Hikaku gets into protesting before those cool fingers are on his wrist and the entire world lurches out from under him. He hadn't been feeling nauseous before, but the surprise hirashin brings it to the back of his throat, and Hikaku has to hunch over and breath through it for a few moments before he can get a bearing on where he is.

It's a small wooden house, one that smells distinctively of the pine and sap of a mokuton grown building. It's a little cluttered, but it's obvious that everything has it's own place.

There's a temptingly inviting looking kotatsu in the middle of the room. There's paperwork on the kitchen counter. There's a shrine in one corner, and in the other, an armor stand with a familiar set of blue hanging off it.

…He's in Tobirama's house.

"I'm not going to actually stop you from working, even if I think you should rest." Tobirama ignores Hikaku's gaping and sets the paperwork on the kotatsu, "It should be easier to focus here, regardless. I'm going to make soup for lunch."

Hikaku stares for a long, long moment as Tobirama does, indeed, move to kitchen and start pulling out ingredients. The Senju only glances up at him when he performs a sloppy kai just to make sure there's no genjutsu involved with...Whatever this is, but nothing changes. Either this is a fever induced hallucination, or it's real.

For lack of another option, Hikaku picks his way over to the kotatsu and slides to sit underneath it. It must have only just been turned on, but the warmth already feels dangerously comfortable.

Tobirama had been correct about one thing, at least. The sound of something being chopped in the kitchen makes it much easier to focus than the sounds of construction did. If only he didn't lose what he had gained in the way it's growing harder and harder to keep his eyelids open.

… A few moments to rest his eyes will probably do wonders to get this headache under control, and Tobirama will wake him up to eat, surely?

And if he doesn't, if Hikaku wakes up with his work already done and a meal ready to be reheated and eaten, well… Who could blame him for doing exactly what was planned?

#oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #tobirama senju #hikaku uchiha #hikatobi #im just imagining madara being like. hey . where's hikaku #and tobirama says he wasn't feeling well. so he sent him home.#does NOT specify that he sent hikaku to HIS home #sir that is MY favorite coworker and im acting NORMAL about him!!

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