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I am so sorry for making you wait but as you know my health went downhill. As thanks for waiting and a sort of apology, I made the draft snippet a bit longer.
(MadaTobi, Modern AU) snippet of my unfinished draft, link to the story will be in next post)
The albino cracked a helpless smile at his uncharacteristically silly thought. This whole crush affair had been making him have weird trains of thought for quite some time now.
Well, speaking of investigations, his own this morning had also revealed that he had to share a room and much worse, even a bed with said detective after both of the men had lost a poll his Anija had come up with that he couldn’t even recollect partaking in.
Fantastic.
It wasn’t really that he hated the idea of sharing a room with the man in itself or anything akin to that. Much the opposite actually if he were to be completely honest.
Tobirama had even felt hesitantly hopeful when his Anija had suggested—or rather begged him—to agree to randomly decide who would share a room. Had even hoped that the odds would be on his side so that he could share a room with the older Uchiha.
But that had been when he still had believed that the two rooms up for selection provided two single beds each. There hadn’t been any information about one of them being a double bed or he wouldn’t have agreed to the poll in the first place.
Was Hashirama trying to push him to an early death?
His siblings all knew of his feelings, after all. And had been exposed to the revelation not too recently either. It had been quite a while ago when he surprisingly had realized that getting closer to the older Uchiha was something he actually was interested in.
Feelings were a difficult subject to successfully tackle for the albino and it had taken him a few years and a lot of probing talks with his best friend but at some point he had finally realized that his weird fixation with the older Uchiha had been due to romantic feelings. Feelings he had not been able to interpret without Izuna’s help.
Izuna, his favourite, slash best bet for an ally when the machinations of inter-human behaviour and relationships reached a point where they only left him confused. Understanding all the nuances and meanings in communication was often rather difficult for him, unfortunately, and siblings loved to tease each other, while asking his then yet not sister-in-law had been simply too embarrassing.
At first, the younger Uchiha had not been thrilled about his revelation of love but after some time his best friend had been able to make peace with the thought and had supported him—still was. Which the albino was grateful for because knowing why he had felt terrible and moody whenever the older Uchiha had brought over another new romantic partner to introduce to Mito and Hashirama had not made it any easier for him. Not at all, no.
Logically speaking, he had been well aware that their age gap and his rather late start into puberty had not helped in making the older Uchiha see him in a more romantic context but apparently his heart had not been capable to understand that little fact—or well, that had been what Izuna had tried to explain to him back then. The head and heart did not always agree on matters and only because one understood something on a logical level did not automatically mean that the feelings would follow suit without any hiccups.
Fortunately, they all were adults now and the age gap didn’t have as much weight nor meaning anymore; he too had grown into his body years ago. While there had been a point when Madara and even Izuna had been taller than him, thankfully he had long since passed his best friend and even grown an inch or so taller than the older Uchiha himself.
Plus, Madara had been single for quite some time now and thus sharing a room and getting to know each other better had sounded like a good plan of actions.
At least, in theory.
Unfortunately, the reality apparently revealed the opposite. After all, being shaken awake by the Uchiha falling out of bed—that was his educated guess at least—because he wanted to get away from him as soon as possible did not bode well for the supposed desire to get to know each other, did it?
He sighed for the nth time.
Of course, one could now make educated guesses as to which of the many possible reasons had been the older man’s motivation to flee.
Had it been because the albino had freed himself of his pants? Maybe the idea to share a bed so intimately with Hashirama’s little brother had been too off-putting? Or maybe the albino had come too close? Or—
His phone vibrated next to his leg and he picked it up to look at the screen.
Did you get any??? Tobirama scowled at the message Kawarama had just sent him in confusion before his phone vibrated again. You’ll never believe what just happened! I accidentally sent the exact same thing to Madara LOL
The albino’s eyes widened and he quickly unlocked the phone before his fingers started typing. What? Explain! Just as he sent off the message, he suddenly heard the door to the room click open.
Oh no
Apparently Madara was back and he hadn’t even started getting ready yet.
He looked down at the sleep mussed blanket and disheveled shirt covering him, glasses riding down his nose with the movement.