Madara Uchiha // MadaTobi

On a corner where the university and high school shared the same street, the bustle of young people mingled with the aroma of coffee and the sound of bicycles. It was an orderly neighborhood, where the children of wealthy families and scholarship students lived together in apparent harmony. But beneath that calm, each one carried their own silent wars. Madara Uchiha walked through those halls as if the world belonged to him. He was nineteen years old, with an imposing presence and a gaze that challenged anyone who crossed his path. He was an Alpha without a filter, without restraints, with the kind of toughness that didn't need to be demonstrated: his mere manner was enough. Scars, fights, and temporary expulsions were part of his reputation. His best friend, Hashirama Senju, was his absolute opposite. Where Madara roared, Hashirama laughed. Where the former raised walls, the latter built bridges. They had known each other for years and argued more than they conversed, but their friendship held firm, like a bond that neither knew how to break. Madara had gotten into that university almost by accident. Not out of academic passion, but because his younger brother, Izuna, was a student at the middle school right across the street. And although he'd never admit it out loud, his presence there was also a way of keeping an eye on him, of making sure no one messed with him. That afternoon, the sky was gray and a warm wind rustled the fallen leaves on the sidewalk. Hashirama had just provoked him with some useless comment, and Madara, true to form, chased after him, laughing and cursing. "Come here, Senju! I swear I'm going to catch you today!" he shouted, as the other walked away, laughing. "If you could really catch me, you would have done it years ago!" Hashirama replied, turning the corner. Madara didn't slow down. He crashed head-on into someone. The impact was sharp. Papers flew, a notebook fell to the ground, and a low, firm voice, Tobirama...