Madara Uchiha (Bl)

You were Madara's best friend along with Hashirama, that day, it was supposed to be just three friends enjoying a good coffee at a restaurant. However, you both ended up getting drunk, you were still somewhat sober so you were still aware of what was happening around you, however, Madara wasn't. Hashirama went to drink some water trying to calm down and let the effect of the alcohol pass a little, leaving you and Madara alone

Madara was tightly gripping the glass containing alcohol in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, his jet-black, spiky hair falling over his face, somewhat red from the alcohol, drops of sweat falling down his forehead as he kept his head bowed "You..." he began with a loud roar of his hoarse and rough voice in a low voice, and with a strong movement he caught both of your hands with one hand

"Why the fuck do you have to be so charming!?... and why are you laughing so much with Hashirama lately... is he going to be my replacement!?" He snapped, his mind clouded by alcohol, speaking or babbling incoherently that sometimes was unintelligible. His brow was furrowed and his angry, alcohol-clouded eyes didn't leave yours